Yay! New story! This one is in the works so updates may be slow, but hey it's one of my favorite one's I've written so far.

A few things, number one in this one the cast is a bit older than the show, not by much but by enough. Also you'll learn more as you read the story.

Once again reviews are appreciated and I hope you enjoy it.

Donation Drive

Weiss sighed as she hung the phone up. She dragged her hands across her eyes in exhaustion and stared at the slowly moving clock. Only ten more minutes until she could leave. She glanced over to her computer screen and saw the emails fly by: reminders, meeting notices, and personal gossip channels. She finally just logged off and shut down. Today was finally over.

"Miss Schnee?" her secretary knocked on the door just as she shut off her computer.

"Yes, Glynda?" she asked, trying desperately to keep a smile.

"You have a quick meeting," she announced. A young woman walked in behind her looking around the large office she sat in. "After that you're free," she whispered with a wink. The woman herself was still looking around at the impressive size and positioning of the office.

Weiss was too distracted with the woman. She was quite beautiful. She had long blonde hair, and brilliant purple colored eyes, she was also certainly gifted in her figure. Hourglass wasn't quite the correct word.

"Can I help you, Miss?" Weiss finally asked.

"Yes you can," the woman said with a beaming smile. "My name is Yang Xiao Long, and you are Miss Schnee correct?"

"Yes I am and may I ask what this meeting is about?"

"Actually it's just an invitation to another meeting if you're interested. You've done a lot of blood donation at the hospital; well this meeting would be a donation for a private patient if you're interested. Again this is totally voluntary, but I will need a straight answer by this weekend. Just so I know to keep looking or not."

"Who is this patient?"

"My younger sister, it's a very," she paused and sighed. "Complicated situation, so it will be a long meeting but after looking over your profile with the hospital I trust you with this."

"I see."

"Once again this is totally voluntary."

"I understand, when would this meeting take place?"

"Potentially it could take place this weekend," Yang said with a smile. "But if not, at your earliest convenience hopefully sooner rather than later."

"I see, well I do not have plans this weekend so I should be able to meet with you and your sister."

"Thank you, so much! Here's my information, if you have any other questions. Thank you again, I'll see you Saturday then!" She smiled, waved and left. Weiss looked at the card she gave her, handwritten with little flames by her name. She finished packing up and left for the day.

Her empty apartment gave no solace to the feeling of boredom. She threw her bag on the couch and warmed up her dinner in the microwave. Even the shows she used to love didn't hold her interest. She paused and thought about it, and came to the conclusion that she was just tired. It was just a long day.

That was part of a long week.

That was in a long month.

Also in a long year.

Weiss sighed and sipped at her drink. She pulled up her laptop and wondered if there was anyone to talk to online, but no one. She watched the hours go by on the clock until she thought it was late enough to get ready for bed.

At least the weekend promised something different.

XXX

Weiss walked in to work the next day and was greeted with her coffee and the reports from the night before as per usual.

"Thank you, Glynda," she said quietly. "Could you also make a reminder to call Miss Xiao Long about noon today, I need to solidify a few things."

"Of course, ma'am, you also have a call from a Ms. Nikos. She said she wanted to talk a bit."

"Really? Thank you Glynda." Weiss smiled a bit as she entered her office. She was greeted with the usual workload but she had a bit of a smile on her face. A few hours passed and when the workload slowed a bit she called Pyrrha back.

"Hello?" Pyrrha asked.

"Hi, Pyrrha, it's me Weiss."

"Oh, hello Weiss! It's good to talk to you again," she said.

"Yes it is, seeing your message actually made my day."

"Well that's good to hear, so how have you been?"

"Oh you know, surviving."

"I see, well the reason I called is that Jaune got invited on a trip with some family and we haven't had a chance to meet since we graduated so I thought we could meet up."

"That sounds great! When would you like to?"

"Well I'm free Saturday and Sunday, so does that work?"

"Yes actually, Sunday sounds nice! Where would you like to meet?"

"How about that new coffee shop that opened up on Main Street?"

"That sounds great, does lunch work?"

"Absolutely, well it was nice talking to you again, but I need to go, I have a meeting with another friend."

"Yes it was, have fun and I'll see you soon."

"You as well, bye Weiss."

"Good-bye." Weiss sighed with a smile and leaned back in her chair. She lazily sipped her coffee as she scanned through her emails. One struck her attention, as she scanned the message it was from Yang.

"Hey, just wanted to let you know the time we need to meet is around noon. And this is our address, can't wait to meet with you! See you tomorrow!"

Weiss chuckled at the amount of emoticons that decorated the email, and wrote down the address in her scroll. She looked over at the clock and stood up going towards the office door.

"Glynda, cancel the call to Miss Xiao Long, I have that taken care of. And write down my messages. I'm going out to lunch," she said happily.

"Have fun," Glynda said with a smile of her own. It was nice to see her smiling again.

Weiss walked happily toward the elevator and passed a few of the cubicles, only to catch the tail end of a few bits of gossip aimed at her. Her head dipped and her pace picked up as she reached the hallways that led to the elevator. The elevator opened and she strode in just as she heard one of the cubicle workers say:

"You just know she's a puppet for her family."

The doors closed and she was alone with that comment. She balled her fists until her knuckles were white and fought tears as she descended. She heard the bell ding and stormed out to the parking lot and slammed herself in her car. She fought her tears until her face was red and punched the dash of her car in anger.

"Damn it!" she shouted in tears. She calmed herself down after a few more moments when her phone rang, showing the smiling face of her sister. "Because why not?" she grumbled. "Hello?" she asked

"Hey little sis!"

"Hello Winter."

"Jeez you sound grumpy, what's up?"

Weiss stared down at the bleeding gash on her hand and sighed. "It's been a long day." Weiss pinched the phone between her ear and shoulder as she bandaged the wound. "So what's this about?" she asked.

"What can't I just talk to my darling little sister?"

"Given your track record, no you can't." Weiss started the car and put her phone into the on-deck speaker.

"Fair enough, dad wants to talk to you."

"Then he can call me or text me or send a letter. He knows that." Weiss pulled out and sped down the road. "I'm not letting him use you as a go-between anymore."

"He said he tried to call last night but you didn't answer, he thinks you're ignoring him again."

"What else is new? Did he remember the time difference; it's a three hour gap. I was probably asleep."

"He says he remembered but I have no way of knowing, but you should probably talk to him. He seems anxious to talk."

"Like I said, he can do it. Not you. How's mom?"

"Same old, same old, staring at your picture in the hallway like you died and sighing anytime someone mentions your name."

"For crying out loud, I just talked to the woman two months ago!"

"But according to her it's been ages, she wants to talk to you as well."

"She has my cell number she can talk to me whenever she wants."

"You know what I mean; both of them are kind of antsy about talking to you. They haven't been like this for a while."

"Well dad knows what it will take, or did he conveniently forget why I left Atlas?"

"Yeah about that, I think you've got to let it go."

"No."

"Weiss I know it-."

"No you don't Winter." Weiss slammed the car into park but left the phone running. "You weren't there, you were in the military. You don't know. Don't say you do, if dad wants to talk to me or reconcile, then he'll actually need to reconcile."

"Weiss, maybe it's time to throw all that under the bridge, you two could heal up and fix your relationship."

"I burned that bridge a long time ago," Weiss said with a sigh. "I have to go, it's my lunch hour."

"Talk to me later okay?" Winter asked. Weiss sighed and shook her head. "You promise?"

"Okay," she said softly.

"Okay, good-bye."

"Bye."

The dial tone rang in the empty car and left Weiss alone in the silence once more. She left the car and entered finding her usual table. She sat alone with her lunch for the majority of the hour.

"Are you okay?" someone asked. Weiss looked up as a woman walked up. "Is something wrong?"

Weiss sighed. "Just been a long day."

"I get that, but it seems like there's more." The woman sat across from Weiss and ordered a drink for the two of them. "You wanna talk about it?" she asked.

Weiss really looked at the woman, long black hair lazily hanging past her shoulders. The little white bow on her head was the only bit of color in her black tresses. But her golden colored eyes shone brighter.

"I don't think it's wise, it's just family matters."

"Well have a drink on me, seems you could use it," she said. "Hope you have a better day."

"Thank you." Weiss ordered her favorite coffee and sat back looking at the clock. Every time the minute hand moved closer to the top she grew more nervous. She finally gave up and picked up her scroll.

"Yes Ms. Schnee?" Glynda asked.

"I'm taking the rest of the day, why don't you finish up and take the day too. I'll see you on Monday."

"Are you okay, ma'am?"

"Yes, I just need some rest."

"I see, well have a good weekend ma'am."

"You as well, Glynda."

Weiss sat in her car for a few minutes and let the silence build up until she finally plugged her scroll in and let the radio play.

"Come alive and shatter me!" the song's screaming violins and music box clashed in her mind and she quickly turned it back off.

Her empty apartment once again welcomed her in silence. Weiss left the TV to ramble mindlessly in the background as she searched for something to do, she had already called for takeout but it wouldn't be here for a while.

But nothing. She sat in her apartment for hours just thinking of her life, her family, her job and nothing seemed right.

Her scrolls ringtone jarred her out of her stupor and she quickly answered. "Hello?"

"Hello, Weiss!" It was Yang.

"Hello, Yang," she said nervously.

"I just wanted to make sure you were still coming," she said happily.

"Yes I'm still going to be there, noon correct?" she asked.

"Yep, noon it is! And I actually wanted to say thank you, it means a lot to me and I really appreciate you doing this. Thank you."

"It's no problem."

"Still thank you, so I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yes, tomorrow."

"Okay, bye! Have a good night!"

"Good night."

Weiss hung up the call and shook her head. At least she could still do something.

XXX

Weiss waited in front of the door for a few moments staring at the number. 687, this was the place. It was pretty nice, Weiss wondered what Yang did for a living now.

She placed a few knocks on the door, unsure of what to expect.

She certainly didn't expect for the door to fly open seconds after she knocked, or for Yang to practically shove her in the apartment for that matter.

"Yes, you're here! I have to finish a few other things first but then we'll get started, sorry I'll be right back." Yang dashed off and left Weiss alone in the living room. It was smaller than Weiss' apartment but it was also full. Family pictures covered the walls, instrument cases piled in the corner next to a piano and a music stand, the TV was small but it was next to a shrine of game systems and open game cases. The table by the piano had a half finished board game, and the doors led out to a blooming garden on the balcony.

It was a home. Weiss kept walking around staring until she heard someone in the kitchen behind her. She turned to investigate and was greeted by a young woman dressed only in black bra and panties searching through the fridge. Weiss' eyes widened and she blushed as the woman was bent over digging through the contents. When she did finally stand she just immediately turned to pour a glass of milk ignoring Weiss behind her. The woman finally turned and met Weiss' wide unblinking eyes with her own.

No one moved.

"AH!" the woman screamed and dashed off leaving the milk on the table and Weiss in the dust. Yang ran back in worried but Weiss just pointed down the hall where the semi-naked woman had ran off too. Yang ran down the hall to find her.

"Ruby what have I told you about that?!" she shouted.

"You could have warned me that there was someone here!"

"If you actually listened to me this wouldn't be a problem! And maybe if you woke up before noon!"

"I do wake up before noon; I just don't leave the room! There's a difference!" Weiss didn't move or blink. She wasn't sure if she was breathing, until Yang finally returned with the young woman now dressed in an oversized red hoodie and faded jeans.

Awkward was an understatement.

"Who is she?!" the young woman asked quietly.

"Her name is Weiss, she's the one I told you about remember? She's here to-."

"No." The young woman turned to leave but Yang stopped her.

"I know you're still worried but you need to-."

"No!" she said louder this time. "I don't want to and I don't need to!"

"Ruby look at yourself, you can barely keep your eyes open and you can't concentrate on anything!"

"I'm just tired! It's been a long week okay?!"

"Ruby this isn't tired, you need to-."

"But I don't want to! I didn't ask for this like you and Blake!" she shouted, near tears. Yang hugged her suddenly and held her tightly as she squirmed, crying into Yang's chest.

"I know you didn't Rubes, and I'm sorry. But please don't worry, Blake and I will take care of you, we'll help you get through this okay? You'll be back on your feet in no time."

Ruby didn't say anything but just hugged her back. "You promise?" she asked quietly.

"I promise, now let's sit down and we'll explain the situation to Weiss okay?"

Ruby just nodded and moved toward the living room.

"Sorry about all that," Yang said. "It's been a rough few years." Yang sighed and put a kettle of water on. "Would you like some?" she asked.

"Yes please."

"Man I wish Blake was here for this, she's so much better at this than I am."

"What is going on if I may ask?" Weiss asked.

Yang just sighed. "It's a long story, if you want I'll tell you the whole thing or we can just skip to why I invited you here. Up to you, I guess."

"I want to know," Weiss said.

"Are you sure you'd believe me?"

"Well I'd have to hear it first."

"Alright then," she sighed. Yang handed Weiss her mug and led her to where Ruby was sitting. Weiss could see what Yang was talking about, she looked exhausted. Bloodshot eyes, bags upon bags, pale skin, she was nodding off while waiting even. She looked like Weiss almost.

"So what is this about?"

"Weiss," Yang started out. "How much do you know about vampirism?"

Weiss was shocked at the questions and what it insinuated.

"It's a myth."

"Besides that, I mean."

"Well from all the stories, I'd say it's a curse."

"Well you're half-right," Yang explained. "Vampirism is kind of like sex, it can be given with consent or forced, and also like sex if forced it can have a lot of negative effects."

"You're trying to tell me that you two are?" Weiss asked incredulously.

"Yep, pointy fangs and all." Yang opened wide and eight large fangs grew before Weiss' eyes. Ruby did the same but on a smaller scale. "I took vampirism as a gift, so for me there were no negative side effects other than an over sensitivity to taste." Weiss blinked a few times in shock to what she was hearing. Ruby grew uncomfortable as she met Weiss' wide eyes.

"But Ruby didn't?"

"Ruby was turned three years ago in a rouge attack," she explained. "We managed to find her before the rouge killed her but the process was already started."

"Process?" Weiss asked.

"Vampirism isn't just sucking the blood and move on; the initial bite is what starts it. It's when the vampire can either start the process or just feed. But doing that takes conscious effort, so newborns and younglings who are just feeding to feed don't often know they can stop that process at will. In fact draining blood isn't what makes vampires, it's just how we get nourishment. It's a long complicated procedure, and when we found Ruby she was already going through it. Blake finished the process but there were already negative side-effects."

"What kind?" Weiss asked.

"Over sensitivity to hearing and smell, she got off lucky but not lucky enough. She still turned."

"I see, and I'm here because?"

"A long time ago, vampires and humans reached a peace and started a process of voluntary blood donors to help sustain us. We knew that the humans would kill us given even the slightest reason so we saw the truth and surrendered. Some disagreed but it was the right thing to do. Now people can voluntarily give blood to vampires instead of us attacking and feeding. It's a cleaner process and makes the vampires seem more human."

"And I would be one of those?" she asked. Ruby started shifting uncomfortably.

"Yes, if you chose to be." Yang sighed and held her sisters hand. "Why don't you go to the garden, sweetie? I'll finish this."

Ruby nodded and moved out to the balcony.

"Is she okay?"

"She hasn't fed in three years, and it's starting to show." Yang sighed and put her mug down. "She's been so scared of this, Blake and I have tried to help but," Yang closed her eyes and paused. "All we wanted was for her to be the Ruby we knew, but Ruby's convinced that she's gone. Everything you see in this room hasn't changed in three years. She's left it all alone and convinced herself that Ruby's dead."

"I'm sorry."

"That's why I was so excited when you agreed to this meeting; you're the first person who even agreed to meet with me. I don't usually do these; I'm just copying the lines Blake uses."

"I see," Weiss looked out at Ruby fiddling with her garden. Dozens of different roses sat in the boxes. "Do you have a donor?"

"Yes but Ruby can't feed off of her too, it's a rule. Besides, Ruby wouldn't want to feed off of my donor, even if she could."

"Why not?"

"Personal reasons, my blood donor is a close friend that I went to college with. Blake's blood donor is out of the picture too, but that's also for a different reason."

"Why is that?"

"Her blood donor is a special one, Blake is a very old vampire."

"How old?"

"She was turned in the 1400's, I think 1472, but don't quote me on that. She doesn't like to talk about it."

"Wow," she marveled. "So who is Blake?"

"Oh, Blake's my wife."

Weiss once again went wide eyed. "Really?"

"Yep," she said happily. "Well technically, she's the one who turned me. So we are married by vampire rules, but we were thinking for our fifth anniversary we'd have a real ceremony."

"I see," Weiss said still shocked.

"Oh are you not comfortable with girls or?" Yang asked.

"I just didn't expect you to be married, you seem really young. But I guess that's not a real argument now. I'm sure Blake must be nice."

"Mmhmm, she's a special lady. Blake and I are the only family Ruby's got now."

"Why is that?"

"Ruby's mom died when she was in high school, we lost our father a few years after that and I lost my mom a little bit after I was born. So Blake, our uncle Qrow and I are the only family she has."

"Wait you two have different moms?"

"Yeah, we're only half-sisters but sisters all the same." Yang sighed happily watching Ruby pull weeds and fix her roses. "That's her little shrine to her mom, she loved to garden when she was alive. She's the reason we have that piano in the first place too, she taught Ruby to play."

Weiss looked at the picture hanging above the piano. Ruby's mom was beautiful, Ruby looked just like her. Weiss remembered the excuse she gave to Yang. "It's just been a long week." Weiss internally scolded herself for using that excuse too much. Yang reminded her so much of Winter or at least what Winter could have been. Ruby trudged through after finishing her routine in the garden, and Weiss could see the strain she was going through.

"I'll do it," she said. Ruby snapped her head to the side with wide eyes as Yang smiled. "What do I do?"

Yang literally jumped out her seat and grabbed some papers from the desk in a chorus of thank yous.

"Ruby?" Weiss asked. Ruby stopped but didn't make eye contact. "Thank you."

Ruby raised an eyebrow but shook her head and left.

Yang came back and handed her the contract and pen.

"I have one more question," she said. "Will she," Weiss paused a moment. "Bite me every time?"

Yang shrugged. "I mean if you want her to she can, but we usually just take a blood bag like a normal donation."

Weiss sighed, relieved. "Okay. Where do I sign?"

"Right here, and here." Yang bounced in her seat happily. "So now we need to talk about some practical stuff, like the times."

"I understand."

"You'll need to come by once a week for the first six weeks. Since Ruby is still so new to blood the donations will start out at half of what they would normally be, but after the six weeks you'll be able to have the normal schedule of once every two weeks. All the information you need are in these papers. You can wait for your first donation until next week or today, but that's up to you."

"If I need to I can do it today."

"Great, thanks, that'll help. I'll get things set up," she said happily. Weiss couldn't help but chuckle when Yang practically skipped away. Weiss stood and walked around the room for a minute, nearing the piano. She remembered sitting next to her mother as she played her favorite songs. Staring in wonder at her hands flying over the keys, inspiring her to learn how to dance, and even later to sing. She missed that.

"Do you play?"

Weiss turned and Ruby was sitting back on the couch staring over at her. "My mother did, she was the reason I learned to dance."

"What's your mom like?"

"Hard to say," Weiss answered. "I haven't talked to her in a while."

"Did she die?"

Weiss just shook her head. "I don't get along with my family like you do with Blake and Yang. I wish I had Yang for an older sister." Weiss sat down across from Ruby again on the other couch. Ruby tucked her legs into her and hugged them tightly.

"Sorry for earlier, it's," Ruby began.

"Been a long week?" she asked. "Yeah, I get that."

"Yang gave up so much for me," she muttered. "She turned because of me, she dropped out of college, she gave up her career for me, and all of this was my fault."

"No it's not," Weiss said.

"Blake told me not to go out." Ruby buried her head between her knees. "All of this started because of a stupid candy bar."

"No, it started because of one man's decision. You just happened to be there at the wrong time."

"It doesn't make it any better," she said. Her voice was muffled by her knees but Weiss could hear it wavering.

"Neither does blaming yourself."

"But it was my fault!" she said again, refusing to pull her head from her knees.

"No it was his." Weiss sighed and shifted to the edge of the couch. "Ruby if you really want to make the situation better, you need to forgive yourself. Because you aren't at fault, Blake and Yang have moved past it and all they care about is protecting you." The two sat in silence for a bit longer, Ruby's head not moving away.

"But how do I move past it?" she asked.

"I wish there was an easy answer."

Ruby stood up quickly and left the room just as Yang came back.

"Everything okay?"

"Getting better I think," Weiss answered. She rolled up her sleeve and helped move the bandage. Yang moved the needle and tube around with great precision. "You seem really calm about this," she marveled.

"Experience, Blake taught me when she was helping with her donor, then I got more experience with my donor, so by now it's just muscle memory."

"The smell doesn't get to you?"

"It used to, enhanced senses and all, but you get used to it." Yang was careful and quickly set Weiss up. "You'll only be giving one pint this week, Ruby will need to get used to this."

"Has she done this at all?"

"Not since she was turned, this whole thing has been too scary for her."

"How does she feel about it?"

"You'd know better than me, I heard you guys talking. She doesn't want to talk to us."

"She blames herself; she said Blake told her not to go out."

"Yeah," Yang sighed and leaned back as the blood kept flowing. "It's no one's fault except that rouge. He was taken care of though."

"Is that enough?" Weiss asked.

"Yes it is. Thank you again." Yang took the needle out and helped the bandage attach. She stood up with the bag and started to move away. "Um, are you squeamish at all?"

"A little bit, why?"

"Then you might not want to watch this, I guess now you're done if you don't have any other questions."

"Not at the moment."

"Okay, well thank you again. Thanks so much for all of this, maybe Blake will be back next week and you could meet her."

"Where is she?"

"She had to talk to some people in Vacuo I think, she'll be back soon. She'll be so happy."

"I can imagine," Weiss paused as she stood by the door. "I'll stay until she's finished. Just in case, you know."

"Okay, if you just want to wait out here." Yang took the bag and moved down the hall into Ruby's room, Weiss stood in the main room looking around at the decorations again. She looked at the family pictures for Yang and Ruby. Yang and her mom looked similar but there were key differences. Ruby and her mom looked identical almost. Ruby was smiling so big in that picture it looked like it hurt, Yang smiled with her dad and Ruby's mom had the simplest smile.

"Weiss?" Yang asked. Weiss turned around quickly as Yang smiled. "It's done, she took it all."

"Good, then I'll see you next Friday."

"Next Friday it is then!"

XXX

Weiss sat in her apartment staring out at the artificial horizon. She looked at the mark on her hand and the mark on her arm as she swirled the glass of tea absent-mindedly. She held her scroll in her other hand staring at the contacts screen. Each button she pressed seemed harder and harder to do. The ringing was loud in her ear even holding the scroll away from her, waiting for the answering machine.

"Hello?" the voice asked.

"Hi, dad," she said quietly.

"Weiss, is that you?"

"Yes it is, dad."

Her dad was quiet on the other line for longer than she was comfortable with. "I'm sorry; I wasn't expecting you to call."

"I wasn't either, but Winter said you tried to call last night."

"Yes, I thought I had remembered the time difference but it seems I didn't."

"I had assumed. Is there anything you need?"

"We were recently re-arranging and we found a box of your belongings. It seemed older than the others, I wanted to know what you wanted done with it."

"You can mail it to me, worst case scenario I'll donate what I don't want."

"As you wish, I'll send it tomorrow morning."

"Thank you." Weiss had expected the call to end there but he still hung on.

"I spoke with your superior at Beacon yesterday."

Weiss' eyes widened and her anger flared.

"Y-you what?!" she asked.

"I had some questions for him that I wasn't sure you could answer honestly."

"You went behind my back again?! What did you ask him?!"

"Questions of your work ethic, quality, time management, questions a father would ask of a daughter working that sort of job."

"Why?!"

"He gave you a glowing report, I was surprised."

"What, were you surprised that I actually take myself seriously enough to make good on my words?!"

"He complimented your dedication to your work, as well as the quality given how much you do."

"Where are you going with this?" she asked.

"Is there any way I can assist you?"

Weiss held the scroll in a shaking hand. "What?"

"Do you need anything from me? Any money for unforeseen expenses?"

"N-no not at the moment."

"If that changes let me know, I'll do what I can."

"Okay," she said slowly.

"Can you do something for me?"

"What?" she asked skeptically.

"Can you call your mother sometime? She's acting as if you're dead and it's starting to get weird."

She involuntarily laughed at her father's delivery. "I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you."

"Actually, can I ask you a favor?"

"Ask away."

"Can you ask mom if she still has the piano music to my first recital? I wanted it for a friend."

"I can't imagine she'd have thrown that away, but I'll ask in case. Shall I send it to you as well?"

"Yes please, thank you."

"You're welcome, Weiss."

"Dad I," she paused, gripping the scroll tightly. "I love you."

"I love you too," he said after a moment.

"Have a good night."

"You as well."

Weiss fought to control her breathing after the call ended. She set her glass down and stared out into the city, still fighting to understand what had transpired. She finally managed to calm down enough to sleep, much later that night.

Tomorrow was going to be interesting.

XXX

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! There is more to this story, but like I said before updates may be slower than usual.

Thanks again, and I'll see you next time.