"Are you okay?!"

Weiss stared at the blonde with a scowl. "I was about to handle it!"

Yang was obviously baffled from the reply. The last thing she was expecting was sass. "You're defenseless! You don't even have a weapon on you, what do you mean you could'a taken 'em?!"

The white-haired girl's eyes narrowed in frustration.

Things would be much easier if humans knew about zehn! She doesn't even know I have an aura!

Zehn works as an extra set of aura, except it is only available to vampires and not ordinary hunters and huntresses.

The biologically related Schnee's can wield the ice element whenever they see fit by using zehn. Since this isn't considered normal, sometimes they will slyly use their own ice dust to make it look like they are using dust or their aura instead of zehn.

"Forget it!" Weiss irritably replied.

"You're welcome for the save, princess," Yang spat out the nickname.

Weiss huffed and crossed her arms. "My bad, let me try again," she cleared her throat and remarked in a sarcastic tone. "Thanks oh so much for saving a helpless victim such as myself you bumbling brute."

The blonde grit her teeth in anger. "What the hell's your-"

"Hey!"

The forced yelp came from Blake. Since she was in public and around humans, she couldn't use her teleportation ability for fear someone would see, thus risking people knowing of the vampire race's existence.

Instead of using teleportation to split the bickering pair, she sprinted over when she heard the yelling.

Blake was very careful not to jostle the new bread in her grip. "Who is this?" she turned to the blonde with a death glare. "Who are you?"

The blood-faunus wasn't comfortable with the situation. From what she could tell, the blonde girl seemed to have a temper.

They could both improve on that, Blake remarked internally.

"I'm Yang," the blonde introduced. "Your friend here was about to get killed," she pointed to the scowling white-haired girl.

From the information, Blake's eyes widened. "What?!" she faced Weiss, who rolled her eyes in irritation.

"Don't you worry, I saved her in time," Yang reassured.

The pack of beowolves were annihilated. Not a single grimm was in sight. Presently, nothing could harm the peaceful citizens of Vale, and Yang took pride in knowing she was partially responsible for protecting the town. But one of those peaceful citizens didn't seem to take kindly to her.

The still glowering white-haired girl.

"The one time I leave you alone!" Blake irritably exclaimed, her attention fixed on Weiss. "And you tell me to be careful?"

Since Blake's job was to bodyguard her, Weiss understood her frustration. But right now, the annoying blob of yellow set her nerves off more than anything.

That giddy grin…

How could that blonde smile at a time like this!?

Weiss wanted to wipe that grin off her stupid face!

Weiss ignored Blake's comment and sauntered up to Yang. "I told you, I could have handled it far better than your barbaric fists!"

Although she was shorter than the blonde, she had no problem getting closer to her. Weiss' face contorted in anger, allowing her to appear more threatening than she really was.

Yang was surprised such a small girl seemed to want to pick a fight with her. Willing to oblige, she smugly grinned and leered down at the feisty girl.

The blonde held up a fist and raised it slowly to Weiss' face, her tone lowered. "Don't make me use them again."

Blake's ears perked up under the bow from the comment. As her bodyguard, she was supposed to protect her sister. However, if it was possible to avoid a fight, she would.

"Is that a threat?!" Weiss seethed.

Yang got closer to the heiress, using her height as an intimidation tactic as she towered over her. "It's not a threat. It's a promise, princess."

Although Weiss felt like she really should fear the girl, the comment only served to piss her off even more.

Blake quickly stepped between the two before things escalated. Weiss' head was basically streaming, so if Blake was going to break it off, she'd have to do it now. She held out her arms and put some much needed space between them so a fight wouldn't break out.

"Look," Blake started, using her bargaining tone. "I don't know what happened, but-"

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!"

The call echoed in the distance. The vampire sisters could easily tell it belonged to a younger female who was rapidly approaching.

"Who is that?!" Weiss exclaimed, her tone suggested the newcomer already annoyed her.

There was a blob of red in the distance. Yang smiled when she noticed her sister's scythe was in its more convenient compact form. That meant she got rid of the beowolves on her side. Her high-pitched chirp told Yang that everything went well and that her sister managed to save any wandering citizens.

Yang waved her arms in the air so her sister could see them clearly.

"Over here, Rubes!"

In no time, the red-caped girl sped up to the group extremely fast. Some rose petals were left in her wake as her cape fluttered in the breeze. Weiss and Blake had to step back from shock. That little girl could cover over a hundred meters in two seconds flat!

However, Yang didn't seem deterred at all from the events and engaged in casual conversation with Ruby.

"Did you finish them off?" Ruby asked her sister, unable to stop grinning.

"Yep!" Yang replied. "You got the rest?"

"Mhm!" Ruby eagerly nodded.

"Wait," Weiss interjected. "Killed what?"

Sure, she encountered one grimm. But wasn't that all there were?

"The beowolves," Ruby informed. "There was a whole pack of them."

A whole pack… Weiss thought.

It really was strange. One beowolf could have been a fluke, but a whole pack?

In the middle of the city?

That wasn't normal.

That wasn't normal at all.

"What?!" Blake yelped. "When?"

"While you were getting that," Weiss pointed at her bread. "I didn't know there was a whole pack. Are you two huntresses?"

Based on how the blonde fought, Weiss easily figured she was skilled in combat, although her fighting style didn't use proper form. The other, much younger girl could run extremely fast, so she figured that might be the younger girl's semblance.

"Huntresses-to-be," Yang informed. "We're going to be initiated soon."

Ruby practically bounced up and down in delight. "I can't wait!"

Huntresses… Right then and there, a plan sparked in Weiss' mind. A wry smirk crossed her lips as she scanned the giddy pair of strangers.

The next question came out randomly from Blake, who admittedly, kept staring at them. "Are you sisters?"

Yang was clearly perplexed from the question. She certainly wasn't expecting anyone to guess that based on appearances alone. "Yeah, half-sisters."

"There's more of you?" Weiss asked in annoyance.

Before Yang could snap, Ruby cut in. "You could tell?"

Of course Blake could tell. She had spent her whole life comparing herself to her adoptive family. She knew a thing or two about family dynamics and siblings. Whether they were related or not, Blake could always find similarities and vast differences in behavior and body language.

"Usually people can't tell just by looking," Yang added, glad for a distraction from the annoying glimmer of white.

She's so smart, Ruby thought as she gawked at Blake in awe.

"It was a lucky guess," the aristocrat shrugged.

If Blake was an expert on one thing, it would be sibling differences. Her and Weiss weren't related by blood, but she of all people knew what it was like to be the black sheep of the family.

Yang and Ruby acted so casual around one another, prompting Blake to believe they were family. The fact that they were half-sisters and looked nothing alike was extremely relatable.

So asking the question was only natural to her.

"I never introduced myself!" Ruby exclaimed. "I'm Ruby."

Now that the introduction was out of the way, Ruby found herself lost in those amber eyes. She wondered where this mysterious girl came from, or when she got here. The black blouse she was wearing complimented her jet-black hair and made her yellow eyes sparkle.

Ruby found herself entranced by them…

S-she's so pretty… Ruby thought.

"It's a pleasure," Blake deadpanned and ignored Ruby, electing to whisper in Weiss' ear.

Even though Blake didn't seem to want to talk, Ruby couldn't help but stare at the duo. She had never seen anyone like her.

Like them.

Weiss nodded after Blake's whisper. "We have to go," she directed that to the pair of troublesome sisters.

At least she gave them the courtesy of knowing they had to leave. There was almost a fight, so the least Weiss figured she could do was tell them rather than just walk away.

The Schnee sisters pivoted around to calmly take their leave.

Ruby yelled after them as she watched them walk down the street. "Wait! What're your names?!"

Weiss never broke stride and stated with conviction. "None of your business."

Since grimm had invaded a few minutes ago, the town was still silent. Citizens had scampered away and went home or were still hiding inside stores. Because of this, Weiss' comment was heard loud and clear to the pair of sisters, which was followed by rhythmic footsteps.

Weiss and Blake walked home, leaving the pair of confused sisters behind.

Yang and Ruby stood there in relative silence until the blonde broke it. "Man, the princess is rude!"

Ruby kept her eyes on the two as they left her sight. Yang noticed her staring and nudged her in the ribs, which elicited a grunt.

"Let's go Rubes, I gotta blow off some steam after that."

"Y-yeah."

The other pair of sisters left town and went home.


A few days later, Blake and Weiss walked to their father's workspace in his office with a plan in mind.

What they wanted to do would take some convincing, so they came prepared. They did research before, so they could only hope for the best.

"Father," Weiss called.

The man looked up from his papers. "What is it?"

"We have a request," Weiss stated. "Before freaking out, listen to our reasoning."

"Go on," he leaned back in his chair, interested in what they had to say.

Blake stated the request with conviction. "We'd like to attend Beacon Academy."

After their encounter with Ruby and Yang, the vampire sisters wanted to become huntresses-in-training. It wasn't to be like them; rather, they found a reason to leave the castle they had been isolated in.

It was an opportunity to leave.

"To become huntresses," Weiss clarified. "Now, I know there are some reasons as to why we shouldn't, but we have many more reasons as to why that would benefit us."

Mr. Schnee perked an eyebrow.

This was unexpected.

The daughters knew it would be difficult to convince him. If they were allowed in a school with humans, their race could be exposed since the vampire race was a secret to the public in general.

The blood-faunus grabbed and clicked the remote. This turned on the plasma T.V. screen. Their father leaned in and read the title of their power point:

Why You Should Let Us Get the F*ck Out

He stifled an amused chuckle and looked at the pair, only to see Blake point to Weiss.

"It was her idea."

"Traitor!"

Mr. Schnee waved them off. "Just get on with it."

Weiss cleared her throat. "Right," Blake clicked a button, changing the picture on screen. "'You can't become huntresses, you're vampires for dust's sake!' Is what you're thinking. Well, I'm going to tell you why that's bull."

The aristocrat pointed to the screen. "I drew that," she claimed, very proud of her work.

It was a picture of a poorly made stick figure with fangs biting into another stick figure.

Their pureblood father scoffed, of disappointment or amusement, the daughters couldn't tell.

"You need blood to live!" Weiss went on. "If you let us take a supply of blood tablets, we should be fine for a while."

"Right," Blake nodded. "But we all know blood tablets don't keep us full. They don't satisfy our bodies like actual blood does."

"You won't be there to… provide real blood for us," the heiress acknowledged. "So extra blood bags are an idea."

There were many methods to acquire blood besides taking it from a human and hurting them. The Schnee's had several blood bags in storage thanks to the mother for ironically being a nurse. There were also blood tablets as backup to satisfy their hunger. If the need became desperate enough, their father would go out and do the dirty work, which didn't happen often due to their resources.

"We have plenty in storage," Blake gladly chirped. "We could store them in Beacon's refrigerator."

"Won't people be suspicious if there's blood bags in a refrigerator?" Mr. Schnee asked a decent question.

"I'm glad you asked!" Weiss happily exclaimed. "We'd put them in the infirmary's fridge and no, it wouldn't be suspicious since it's a combat school and a nurse's office."

"Sometimes student's injuries require blood transfers," Blake informed. "Extra supplies shouldn't attract attention."

"If we run out, you can always mail them or use any other method you see fit," Weiss made sure to make the process easier on their father.

"It's a win-win," the blood-faunus chirped. "You might also be thinking: but what about your vampirely urges?"

"That's not even a word," Mr. Schnee scoffed.

"Just go with it," the aristocrat deadpanned.

"That's when you have to have faith in yourself, father," Weiss stated. "You and mother trained us all our lives to handle the scent of blood without giving in to our instincts."

"I'm not trying to suck up or anything, but," Blake said. "I've never seen anyone who has as much control over their senses and urges as you, so I think you can rest easy and place your faith in us."

Blake truly meant every word. When her parents were killed, Mr. Schnee didn't bat an eye at the amount of blood stained in her old home. The blood-faunus herself would have given into her urges if she hadn't been so upset about her parent's deaths that it made her physically sick.

Their pureblood father nodded, and Blake took that as her cue to press the remote.

Weiss opened her mouth while pointing to a picture of fangs on screen. "Your teeth!" she pointed to her daggers and willingly retracted them. "News flash: they can be retracted!"

Mr. Schnee crossed his arms, seemingly unimpressed. "Uh-huh…"

The aristocrat clicked the remote again. This time the picture on screen was of two stick figures with fangs bleeding out on the ground.

"You probably think we're not strong enough," Blake said. "But with aura and zehn, vampires are more than capable of becoming hunters and huntresses. In fact, this makes us more powerful and provides an edge."

"Finally, a decent argument," their father mused.

"Using our strength to help the weak," Weiss said satisfyingly. "It sounds like a nice job…"

Blake took that as her cue to click the remote again. Now the image showed two stick figures with fangs on top of a rock with their fists pumped in the air was on screen.

"I know what you may be thinking…" Weiss continued. "Why become a huntress?"

He nodded, silently agreeing that's exactly what was on his mind.

"To get away," Blake answered. "We're not going to lie, we want to, as the title says, get the fuck out."

Mr. Schnee stared at Weiss and rolled his eyes.

The blood-faunus clicked the remote again. Crayons, showing several stick figures with fangs gathered in one room, colored the image.

"We both had to deal with those vampire parties for years," Weiss said darkly. "I did as you said without thought and talked to hundreds of suitors."

"Sadly," Blake pressed the remote. "They were all douchebags."

This time, a picture of a pale stick figure with fangs was shown kicking another stick figure that had fangs in the balls.

"One of them is undoubtedly sterile now," Weiss said contentedly, proud of what she did to the poor soul.

A smirk formed on Mr. Schnee's face. He was always proud when his daughter stood up for herself.

Blake held back a chuckle and clicked the remote once more. An image of a heart ripped in half was now in view.

"Life here is… unfulfilling," Weiss hesitantly said. "I need purpose to my life. And what a better way to find it than to help humans?"

"You want to help humans?" Mr. Schnee, the pureblood, asked as if he didn't hear her correctly.

"I know they aren't the… smartest things in the world," Weiss stated. "I'm honestly tired of hiding from the world in here. And while we're at Beacon, we'll learn more about humans," she made sure to add.

Their father nodded. "What about you, Blake? Why do you want to go to Beacon and become a huntress?"

"The answer is quite simple," the blood-faunus said as she stared at the man, not breaking eye contact. "I go where she goes."

Weiss gave her a surprised look. She didn't expect that to be her sister's main reason.

Mr. Schnee looked as though he was deep in thought. "Very well."

Weiss tilted her head. "Is that a yes?"

"Yes, both of you may attend Beacon."


Yus! They have finally met! I know what you're thinking: this is a freezerburn story? The answer is YES. Just hold your horses. And the ladybug is one-sided… for now. Give this fic the time it needs to develop!

The chapter title doesn't refer to the songs, but it does refer to the summary.