Special thanks to Omega Zekrom and The Inner Turmoil for pointing out the (very, very) big formatting error. For the two users mentioned above who freaked out at the Phantom Chapter 2, here's a nice little continuation to make up for it, and an extra at the bottom.


"Really," Weiss grumbles. "Do I have to be here?"

"Come on, Weiss!" Ruby laughs, throwing her head back. "This'll be a great training regimen for you!"

"How is this a training regimen?!" The dragon-girl all but screeches, gesturing to the shops around her. "This is a mall, isn't it?! A place where all you humans go around socializing and buying pointless items?!"

"Actually, Yang and Blake are shopping for food right now, which I don't think is 'pointless'," Ruby points out. "Also, this is helping you to build up your social skills! As a dra... ahem... very reclusive person, you have to learn how to talk to others besides me!"

"The problem is that I don't want-" Weiss pauses. "... Don't want to talk to anyone else except you..."

Ruby almost squeals. She turns it into a squeak for the public's sake. "You're so cuuuute, Weiss!" The red-caped girl practically pounces onto the dragon-girl, wrapping her arms around her in her trademark hug. "I'm happy you like me that much, but when you want money, you need t' talk, too! Also, it'd be a problem if people started suspecting you..." She sighs. "I'm not letting last time happen ever again."

Looking around, it's obvious Weiss' snow-white hair stands out like a sore thumb amongst the sea of black, brown, and blondes. It doesn't help that her hair looks completely natural, and not through old age, either. Several people have been staring for quite a while, most of them children, a few adults who sneak glances at her every now and then when they thought she isn't looking. Of course, Weiss can see practically everything that went around her, used to observation. Such was the gift of an experienced dragon.

For now, though, she is simply just a girl. A normal, human girl with a normal, human friend. Or... is Ruby a normal human? Weiss thought...

No, it wouldn't do to ponder on that now. Of course Ruby is a human - she looks human, she smells human, she has normal human capabilities -

"But really, how does she keep up with Weiss, every time she went flying, or...

"Weiss, Weiss, you there?"

Blinking blue eyes, Weiss is met face-to-face with Ruby's childish face, sparkling gray eyes staring up at her -

The dragon-girl screams, stumbles, and ducks into a hair salon in an effort to fight the blood rushing up her face.


After a few minutes of half-hearted attempts at hiding from Ruby, the dragon-girl eventually finds herself being dragged out of the mall and into some strange, flashy place.

"Where on this planet are we going?" Weiss asks, a note of irritation entering her voice.

"A bar! Yang comes here all the time!" Turning around, the red-caped girl flashes her a blinding grin. "There're a lot of people here, so this'll definitely help you!"

"If you say so," Weiss grumbles.

The bar they're entering is near to completely filled with people, either stumbling around drunk, making out in some corner of the place, or babbling incoherently about everything and nothing. As Ruby skips into the doors, Weiss trailing behind her, a few loud greetings are made and before she knows it, Ruby's shoved a glass in Weiss' hand. There's some sort of swirling liquid in it that stank quite a lot. "Ruby, what..."

The red-caped girl is nowhere to be found. Weiss almost curses, but decides that she was a lady and struts off to the front of the bar, where the counter is located. There're several drunken people, men and women alike, slumped over the wooden counter or downing glass after glass of whatever the strange liquid is. "Excuse me, sir," she calls, trying to get the barkeeper's attention.

"What is - oh, well, what's a pretty lady like you doing here?" The man, small and scruffy and smelling like he had bathed in a tub of that liquid, asks, flashing her a crooked smile. Weiss notes the man's yellowed teeth with disdain.

"I am wondering what this strange beverage is." She points at the glass she held in hand. "My friend bought it for me and she left me, so now I have no idea what to do next."

The man looks at her, eyes wide and unbelieving. He remains silent for some time, staring at Weiss long enough for her to start getting uncomfortable. She makes to leave, setting the glass on the counter, but the man suddenly speaks up. "That is beer, little lady. You go into a bar and you don't know what beer is?"

"I do apologize for my ignorance," Weiss huffs, her patience growing thin insanely fast. "I've just never been to a bar before. I'm a very... reclusive person, you must know."

The man guffaws, opening his mouth so wide Weiss can smell the stench of beer and possibly some other liquid in his breath. "Rec-klu-siv, y'don't say! Some'un wh' d'n't know what beer is - you're hilarious, little lady!"

Weiss snarls, feeling very tempted to morph into her draconic form and show the man exactly just how 'little' she really is. While she is flattered the man refers to her as a lady, she's starting to suspect he hadn't meant it as a compliment. "If you will..."

However, her voice is drowned by the man's bellow of "Boys!" and by what sounds like the roaring stampede of half a million elephants. Weiss winces, closing one eye as she looks around her once more. Several people similar to the barkeeper, both in smell and appearance, had gathered around her, bearing malicious grins that Weiss knows most definitely meant trouble.

"Who are you all?" She asks, standing up as tall and straight as she can, puffing out her chest and crossing her arms. Weiss tries to stare the few of them down, but proved a bit too... lacking in human height to do it. It's always so much better in her draconic form...

Speaking of which, she was running out of Aura. Her human form is made for disguise, for use that doesn't exceed more than a few hours. Her scales are popping up underneath her long sleeves, too...

"One of the men sneers down at her. "Who's this? Never seen 'er 'round 'fore. She new?"

"Very," the barkeeper chortles. "She don't even know what beer is!"

A near synchronized chorus of laughter erupts from the group. Fuming, Weiss lets her temper run wild for just a little while and swings her leg towards the nearest man, hitting his thigh straight-on. The man's laugh is cut off, replaced by a yowl of pain. Is that...

Oh, no.

Her Aura really was running out.

The man stares in shock at the thin sheet of ice that had grown over his thigh, icicles already sprouting out. Hacks and gasps escape him, and Weiss flinches, knowing the ice must have started flowing through his veins already -

"What the hell?!" One of the men shouts. Turning to her, he yells again, "What the fuck did you do to him?! What the hell are you?!"

"Are those fucking scales on her face?!" The barkeeper cries, stumbling backwards and crashing against a shelf filled with glasses. One falls and shatters on the floor.

Weiss' hand instinctively shoots up to her cheek. Indeed, there is a patch of scales growing, already starting to spread over her nose. Her fingers curl in, her nails growing sharper -

"Ruby!" Weiss blurts out, stumbling backwards, eyeing the small circle of men, before turning around completely and scouring the packed bar for her only friend. "Ruby, where are-"

"Oh no you fucking don't, you bitch!" A man snarls, leaping towards her and grabbing her off-centered ponytail. Wrenching it towards him, he growls down at her, "You're gonna pay for that - and for his hospital bills!" Fist raised, he swings it down, Weiss' hands are frozen by her sides -

There's a blur of red and black, and quite suddenly, the man has flown across the bar and slammed against the wooden wall. The building trembles. Ruby stands in front of the dragon-girl, cape flowing almost dramatically behind her. The raven-haired thief looks completely nonchalant about what she had done, as if she threw grown men around all the time.

However, that casual expression is lost immediately as she swivels around to face Weiss, kneeling down to plant her hands on the snow-haired dragon-girl's trembling shoulders. "Weiss, Weiss, are you okay? I'm so so sorry, I forgot that-"

"Shut up and take me outside," Weiss interrupts, staggering to her feet, her knees knocking together. When Ruby doesn't move from her spot, like she's rooted to the floor, Weiss adds, softly, "please."

And all of a sudden, they're back in Weiss' lair.


How?

How had that happened?

Teleportation is not, and will never be, a trait of the dragons nor the humans. Not even in dire situations will anything like that crop up. Weiss did not activate teleportation. So that only left...

The regal white dragon paces back and forth in her lair, careful not to rouse the dozing Ruby by the corner, leaning against a pile of gold as she snores away, shifting every now and then. Weiss watches her, staring at the thief intently as if she would wake up and tell her everything she wanted (which may or may not include those six words) if she stared hard enough. Of course, that doesn't happen, but Weiss remembers that vampires had some degree of hypnosis -

Vampires.

Oh, no, no, no.

After making sure Ruby isn't going anywhere, Weiss crawls out of the gold room, covers it with the boulder-gate as best as she can, and with a burst of her wings, flaps high into the sky and dives towards the nearby forest.

"Blake!" She roars, landing lithely near Blake's hollow. There's a low rumble before the midnight black feline dragon emerges from the hollow's hole, amber eyes drooping sleepily. Honestly, every time Weiss sees the feline dragon, she's always sleeping. Winter isn't even coming soon. "Blake, I need your help with something."

"Relationship advice?" Blake mumbles. "I wasn't expecting the great Weiss Schnee to succumb so quickly to love."

"Wha - ?! It's not love! It's not even like!" Weiss fumes. "It's just - just friendship!"

"If you say so," Blake responds, her lips quirking upwards slightly. Yawning a bit, she continues, "So, if it's not that, then what?"

"Is Ruby a human?" Weiss blurts, and immediately starts berating herself for being so blunt - that manner is definitely not what is to be expected of a Schnee. If she had wanted to be blunt, she at least could have been more...

"Weiss?" Blake cocks her head to the side, bringing Weiss back from her train of thought. "You were overthinking your speech again, weren't you? Honestly, it's not that big of a deal. Anyway... your question?"

Weiss sighs. "I asked if Ruby is - is a human." It feels horrible, doubting her first human friend, but it's something that has to be done - or so she tells herself.

Blake hums. "If you want her to be."

"Give me a straight answer," Weiss grunts.

"Straight answers only come from straight individuals," Blake replies, shrugging as if to say leaning towards the same gender is no problem at all. "Perhaps you should talk to Jaune."

Weiss almost laughs. Almost. "I should probably just ask Ruby. Goodbye, Blake, thank you for your time." She beats her wings once, twice, and is soaring through the air once again.

"What makes you think Ruby has a straight answer, especially for you?" Blake mumbles, ducking back into the shadows of her hollow as she places her head back onto her folded forepaws.

"My lil' sis ain't straight at all," Yang says, grinning as she rests her head against Blake's ebony hide. Blake hums in return, her amber eyes closed as she falls back to sleep.


Weiss stares at the smiling human (?) before her. "R-Ruby, I, uhm..."

"Is this a confession?!" Ruby suddenly exclaims, jumping in excitement. "Weiss, Weiss, I'm only fifteen! I can't-"

"Quiet down for two seconds!" Weiss snaps, and Ruby is quite immediately sitting back down on the pile of gold, still smiling brightly. The dragon huffs; she hadn't even seen Ruby sit back down... high speed and agility is another common trait among...

"I-I have a question," Weiss mutters. "Ruby. A-Are you... a..." She trails off, not able to finish her thought.

Ruby smiles wryly. "I'm not a common mortal, if that's what you're asking, Weiss."

"... Oh," the dragon articulates.

"I-Is it okay? Can I keep going?" Ruby stammers, sounding panicked. At Weiss' numb nod, she babbles on, "I'm a vampire, I think. I mean, of course, yeah, I'm a vampire, it's why I go around with that hood an' cape everywhere outside and how I'm super strong and why I'm really fast and stuff. I-I'm really - shit, I'm sorry, Weiss, I'm sorry I never told you, b-but I just, I just thought you'd hate me for it because, because of the vampire terrorist groups - I'm so, so sorry, I really promise I won't go near you anymore if you don't want, even if it'll hurt a lot, I won't be your friend anymore if you don't want me to be, but I just gotta say that I really really like you and oh my shit what?" The red-caped thief gasps, hands flashing to her mouth in some inhumane speed, further emphasizing her higher-than-average speed, even for a vampire. "I-I mean! Uh, I... you know... uh."

"Normally," Weiss says slowly, forming each word very carefully. "I would have cut your blabbering off with a kiss, but I'm not exactly a human either. Or, at least, look human."

Ruby stares up at the dragon with a mix of what looks like awe, and embarassment, and adoration, and surprise, and maybe a million other emotions rushing through her face, but then eventually settles on adoration. "Weiss, you are perfect."

"The dragon snorts, trying to hide the blush she's sure is growing on her snout. "Hardly."

"I mean, I was kind of expecting you to start spewing profanities at me when I told you about that." The red-caped thief grins. "Can we like each other, by the way?"

"I do not spew profanities. I enunciate them clearly and properly, like a fucking lady." The dragon's stern expression falters at the sight of Ruby's bright face and at the sound of her cheery laughter. "And... And, yes, I think we can like each other."


Inspired by rwbybomb21's Vampire!Ruby heacanons. Now everyone's a mythical creature! That is, except for Yang, but that can always be amended by someone's headcanons. Below, you'll find a little something as apology for the false hope.


"So, Weiss, uh... how was the training regimen?"

"You're lucky I did not reconsider dating you after that."

"H-Hey... you still like me, right?"

"That remains to be seen."

"Weiiiiss..."


Slacker, 10/7/14