Prompt: Halloween

Yang woke up to Weiss' dead body lying on the floor. "Seriously, Ruby, again?" She yelled. "Can you really not control yourself for a single freaking week?!"

"Sorry. It's just really hard to stop once I've started." Ruby said, peeking out from her bed. Most of her face was apologetic, but her eyes were doing their best puppy dog impression. Yang felt her annoyance begin to melt away. She knew her sister was manipulating her, but she'd be damned if it didn't always work.

"If you drank your supplements, it wouldn't be a problem." Yang had lost track of how many times she had scolded Ruby about this over the years. She always hoped Ruby would get better as she grew up, but she only seemed to be getting worse.

Ruby's face twisted in disgust. "I've told you a million times, that blood tastes terrible. All the blood I've ever had tastes terrible, except for hers. Weiss' blood is so very sweet."

"Aww, thanks Ruby." The air above Weiss' body said. If Yang squinted, she could make out Weiss' form floating in the middle of the room. She knew from way too much experience that it would be a few hours before she materialized enough to be easily seen.

"You aren't helping, Weiss." Yang said.

"Because I don't really mind it. While Ruby needs to work on her timing, the actual deed is rather thrilling. Definitely one of the more pleasant ways I've died."

Yang threw her hands up in the air in exasperation. "Great, so my baby sister can't control herself, but that's okay because her partner gets off on having her blood drained." Yang hadn't known until that moment that ghosts could blush, but the slight reddish glow in the air couldn't possibly be anything else.

"I do nothing of the sort! I simply want to ensure that my teammates are at full strength. Ruby struggles enough without adding the distraction of her thirst." Weiss lied. Yang noticed that the slight grin and hopeful look in Ruby's eyes disappeared at Weiss' shout, and she mentally added another potential problem to her list. As if she didn't already have enough worries in her life.

Then an idea popped into her head, and her face lit up in a mischievous smile. "If that's the case, you won't mind if I take a few bites for breakfast? I'm starving."

"Uh, well, um." Weiss stammered. It was a shame Yang couldn't really see her face. The look of utter confusion as she tried to figure out how to refuse without contradicting herself would have been priceless. Yang gave her a few more seconds to struggle before laughing.

"I'm kidding, Ice Queen. You're way too skinny for me."

"Hey! Take that back!"

"I think you're perfect." Ruby whispered before realizing what she'd said and promptly burying her head into her pillow. Yang upgraded it from "potential problem" to "ticking time bomb". Still, that didn't mean she wanted to deal with it today.

"Come on, we need to go. If we don't hurry, we won't get to eat before class. Get dressed and grab the body, Ruby. We're not leaving it in here all day again. I'm not listening to Blake complain about the smell for a month." Ruby quickly got up and left to change in the bathroom.

"When did she kill you?" Yang asked.

"About an hour ago. I'll be back by dinner." Weiss replied.

"Great. Now be a good ghost and close your eyes. I don't need another teammate peeping on me." Yang said as she started stripping out of her clothes.

"I'm not a ghost." Weiss insisted.

"You die then come back as a translucent floating form that can possess objects. Hate to break it to you, but that's a ghost."

"Oh yeah? If I'm a ghost, you're a z-"

"Finish that sentence, Weiss, and I burn all of your class notes."

"You wouldn't!"

"Try me." Yang gave her a few seconds, but she wisely didn't respond. "Good choice. Pack everything up, will you? Thanks to your poor decisions, we're already running late." She changed as Weiss got all their stuff ready to go. By the time she finished, Ruby was waiting with Weiss' body while their backpacks floated in the air by the door. They stopped at the morgue to drop off her body before continuing to the cafeteria. When they got there, Blake was waiting at their usual table with her favorite book.

"Eventful morning?" She asked, eyeing Weiss' ghostly form. Yang sighed.

"That's one way of putting it. Rubes lost control again, but I made sure they cleaned up her body."

"Good, but you better hurry up. We need to leave for class in five minutes." They all dug into their food, which for Ruby and Yang meant they were finished in less than a minute. They then had to sit and wait for Weiss to finish. As annoyed as she was about this morning, Yang couldn't deny watching ghost Weiss eat was fascinating. She didn't have a clue how it actually worked, but it was incredible to watch the food somehow disappear the instant the fork went into Weiss, despite them still being able to see through her. It was, however, slow, and she was still eating up until the end of the five minutes. Yang was starting to wonder how to drag away a ghost when Ruby settled the issue by shoving Weiss' remaining food into her mouth.

"Seriously?" Weiss asked.

"Yep! You snooze, you lose. Now let's hurry up." Ruby activated her semblance and zoomed out of the cafeteria. The rest of the team hurried after their leader to start the only bad part of Beacon, the non-combat classes. Or, as Yang considered it, nap time. She slept through all the classes she could and spent the rest paying more attention to Weiss' progress than to the professors. Watching her gradually return to normal was much more interesting than listening to teachers droning on about things she would never use. By lunch Weiss was a pale blue form floating a few inches off the ground. Through the rest of their classes her normal color slowly returned as she stopped floating. By the time they finally walked out of their last class, the only clue she wasn't yet her normal self was a slight shimmer in the air around her.

"Guys, hurry up! I'm so hungry!" Ruby said as they walked along to the cafeteria. Yang was right about to respond when she noticed that Blake was no longer beside her. She turned around to see Blake kneeling on the ground and visibly shaking.

"It's been five days, Blake! Five!" Yang yelled as she sprinted back to her.

"I know, okay? It keeps happening on its own." Blake managed to get out. The pain was clear in her voice, and Yang felt a little guilty about yelling at her. It wasn't like Blake had any control over it, but some consistency would be nice. She loved Blake but being friends with the only werecat on Remnant who didn't change at the full moon wasn't easy.

"I'm sorry." Yang said. Blake smiled up at her, and Yang aimed her strongest right cross straight at her chin, but she hadn't been quick enough. It connected with a thick forearm and bounced off harmlessly. Before Yang could react, a big cat with human arms and legs swiped at her and threw her backwards. By the time she had gotten back to her feet, Blake was already halfway to the forest. Yang knew that she could never match her speed.

Ruby was a different story. A blur of petals shot past her and collided with Blake. The blow knocked her down, but she quickly regained her feet, grabbed Ruby, and threw her at Yang. "Weiss, freeze her!" Yang shouted as Ruby barreled towards her. She tried to cushion Ruby as she caught her, but her head snapped back and hit Yang's shoulder hard. Yang gently laid her to the ground before Ruby reopened her eyes and gave her a look of utter confusion. Ruby was clearly out of this fight. Yang looked up when she heard a massive crashing noise to see a definitely-not-frozen Blake smash her way through the nearest trees into the forest.

"Weiss, I said to freeze her!"

"I can't do anything yet!" Yang felt like an idiot. She had completely forgotten that Weiss was still in ghost form.

"Stupid useless ghost." She muttered under her breath. "Stay with Ruby!" She told Weiss before running after Blake. Subduing werecat Blake by herself without hurting her was going to suck, but she didn't have many options left. By the time she reached the forest Blake was nowhere to be found, but her trail of destruction was easy enough to follow. At least this time Blake was rampaging through a forest instead of the city. She never wanted to deal with that particular nightmare again.

She had only been running for a few minutes when she heard a loud shriek of pain. That could only be Blake, and something had clearly just hurt her. She turned on the speed and moved towards the sound. She was going to pummel whatever dared touch her partner. As she ran she could hear the sounds of a battle, but right as she was getting close to them she heard another cry before the forest fell silent. Yang burst out of the trees into a small clearing to find a man with a red sword standing above Blake. He was pulling it out of her chest, and the blade was covered in her blood.

Rage more intense than anything she'd felt before boiled inside her and burned away any rational thought. "Get away from her!" She screamed. Her hair burst into flames, and she launched herself at the man. She didn't care who he was or why he was attacking Blake. He hurt her friend, and she was going to kill him for it. She drew back her arm to hit him, but before she reached punching range his sword slashed out faster than she could react, and she felt a sting as her arm separated from her body. She crashed to the ground and stopped moving. He turned around, presumably to finish them off, and Yang waited for him to get close to her before springing up and sucker punching him under the chin. He was surprised, but he reflexively slashed his sword at her throat. Unlike the last one, this was slow and clumsy enough that she easily blocked it on the remaining half of Ember Celica. He clearly expended way too much energy on that one little slash. That would be a fatal mistake.

Even when she was one armed, he was too tired to pose a threat to her. It only took her a few punches to shatter his aura. She then raised her arm and smacked him down so hard he skidded back until he slammed into a tree. Yang could tell from his slumped position that he wouldn't be moving again. She felt her anger turn to worry as she ran over to check on Blake. She was unconscious, but Yang could tell she would be fine. Her wound was already starting to close up. One of the advantages of her werecat form was increased healing. Usually it made catching her when she got loose a pain, but since it saved her life here Yang would never complain about it again.

She stood up and slowly started walking towards the man. He still needed to pay for hurting Blake. "How did you do that?" He asked. He sounded utterly terrified. "You barely reacted to me cutting off your arm."

"Eh, I'll sew it back on later. It'll reattach itself by tomorrow."

He stared at her stump. "You're not even bleeding!"

"Can't bleed when you don't have blood."

"Wha-what are you?!" The man screamed.

"I'm starving." Yang replied, a predatory smile lighting up her face. "Let's fix that, shall we?" She reached the now helpless man and settled down for a delicious feast. Of course, she did knock him unconscious first. She was hungry, but there was no reason to be cruel about it. She wasn't a monster.