A/N: I got way to into writing this one. Really didn't expect to love this AU as much as I did.
Fluff, smut, or angst: Angst.
With love,
Korrupted.
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Prompt: Bumbleby Wendigo AU where Yang is a camper in a cursed Native American reserve and Blake is a Wendigo but a former camper who gave into her cannibal urges and basically ate her friends and spots Yang in her campfire and realizes she's different from the prey she eats causing Blake to take off her deer skull mask and walk towards her as Yang is partying with her friends but they all freak out to see a girl in ruined and bloody clothing, all except Yang who wants to help.
Blake's hands shook as she stared at the ravaged deer carcass before her, the bones glinting in the setting sun as she stepped away from her latest victim. Her hands, forearms, and mouth were painted red from the kill, her once fashionable grey band shirt now dirty and caked in dried gore.
'So... Hungry... You need to find food... Eat more...'
Blake whimpered uselessly as the crooning voice in her mind, her stomach growling loudly as the insatiable hunger that gnawed at her returned. The hunger hurt so much, and after ten months of it, Blake felt resigned to this hell. She deserved it as penance for her actions, a just reward to fit the terrible, terrible crime she had committed. This was her personal hell.
'Feed me...'
Blake looked at her hands, wiping them on the red-stained thighs of her jeans in an effort to clean them. She couldn't use the rivers to wash away the blood anymore out of fear of seeing what she was becoming; the Wendigo had altered her so much already by giving her cat ears as black as the night, and causing her pupils to become slits like a cat. She couldn't stand seeing more of herself lost to the spirit that had taken so much from her already. After catching her tongue on her ever sharpening canines again, Blake looked at the sky with a distant, forlorn sadness.
"I'm... So, so sorry..." She whispered.
A whiff of a distant campfire caught her attention, Blake's mouth watering in an instant. A camp in this area? Did they not know it was cursed? That terrible, dangerous things roamed these ancient grounds?
'Consume... So hungry... Consume them, and be satisfied...'
As if drawn by an unseen force, Blake began walking in the direction of the camp, her disheveled hair blowing in the wind. These poor campers were now in the sights of the demon that had taken over her body, that she had surrendered to.
"Please, make it stop..." She pleaded to no one. "I'm so hungry, so hungry..."
Yang watched as Weiss and Ruby danced together, passing the bottle of whiskey between them as Jaune and Pyrrha kissed drunkenly on a log, Nora and Ren casually half clothed as they made out on a large boulder. While she couldn't see Sun and Neptune, the grunts and moans from the bushes gave her a very good idea of what they were doing. It was only mildly fun to be out here under the stars, but when you are the ninth wheel, things tend to feel like you're just holding a courtesy towel at an orgy instead of a sexy adventure. She was still a bit jealous that her little sister had gotten Weiss, but there wasn't much she could do about it; Weiss had all but had them fight to the bitter end for her.
Yang lifted her own bottle of whiskey to her lips, taking a long swig as she watched Weiss dancing against the blazing fire, her red shirt making her pale skin look even paler. She was the image of rough yet refined beauty, and the idle claws of jealously sank deeper into her heart. How had Ruby managed to steal Weiss from her? Just what did she have that Yang didn't?
Another angry swig of liquor only served to fan the flames, opting to stand and move to sulk against a boulder, drink still in hand.
"You okay?" Nora muttered from her left side, her eyes full of concern.
Yang looked down at the much smaller girl, choosing to ignore the fact that she was clad only in jeans, boots, and a worried expression. "Yeah, Nora." She sighed heavily, her lilac gaze leveled again on her sister and crush. "I'm fine."
"Hmmm..." Nora tapped her chin dramatically. "Nope. Don't think so. I reject your reality and replace it with my own."
Yang fought hard against the smirk that threatened to spread across her lips, ultimately losing. "Oh really?"
"Yup. And in my reality, you spill."
Yang couldn't help but laugh. "Is that so?"
Nora beamed brightly. "Yes indeed-y! So, spill."
Yang opened her mouth, but an ominous feeling began to well up in the pit of her stomach, her eyes now roaming around the scrubby landscape that was dimly lit by the campfire.
"Yang? Helloooo. Earth to Yang." Nora chirped.
"Shh."
Nora went silent and still as Yang looked around again, watching her bristle. "Get clothes on. Think someone is about, and if it's a ranger, I don't think they would enjoy a show."
Nora glanced down before saluting to Yang playfully, walking swiftly back to the others as Yang scowled drunkenly into the darkness. Someone was out there, someone dangerous. She could feel it.
Blake watched the group of campers, the smell of sex, alcohol, and fire making her stomach growl at her next group of victims. She didn't want to eat them, she didn't want to kill them, but she couldn't help herself. The spirit inside of her was unyielding in it's need to feed.
'Go, and hunt them. Eat them, and be full...'
Blake held her stomach as her mouth watered more. The idea of finally being full was almost enough to make her feel delirious with need. She hadn't felt satisfied after eating in so long, she couldn't even remember what it felt like. What she wouldn't give to be full after a meal. But part of her knew that no matter how many people or animals she ate, the damn spirit that held her captive would never let her be.
And still, her eyes roamed over the group predatorily, amber hues locking onto the single blonde woman that seemed to be on alert. She was shapely, well rounded in all the places that mattered to both herself and the Wendigo, and tall. A very healthy meal indeed.
'Eat her. She would be perfect...'
Blake snapped out of the half-trance the hunger put her into, shaking her head. "I don't... I don't want to do this! Please, no more, no more..." Tears ran from her eyes as she held her pained stomach. "Let me die. No more killing, just let me die."
'Feed.'
Blake shook her head more, looking at the blonde desperately. There was something about her protective stance that made the tormented girl dare to hope that she could save her. "No, no I won't."
'You must. We are so hungry.'
"No. No!"
Yang clenched her fists as she scowled at the scrubby growth, trying to pin-point where her unease came from. Maybe it was all in her head. But a muttering from the brush shot that idea down swiftly. "Who's there?" She called.
'Seriously, Yang?' She mentally berated herself. 'Because a psychopath would totally just stand up and wave, "It's me! I was hiding here all along!" at that. So clever.'
Instead, she took a few steps closer, halting when a figure stepped out to shuffle a bit closer. She could see long hair, tan skin, and dirty clothes, but there was a hopeless expression that she could see in the barely visible, incredibly filthy face. "Hey. You alright there?" She inquired in a concerned tone, hearing her friends wandering closer to them.
The figure took another step closer; it seemed labored, and it only served to concern her more. From what Yang could see, it was a girl about her age.
"H-he..." The stranger forced out, another step closer. "Help... Help me... Please..."
"Hey, it's okay. You're safe now. We can protect you..."
Yang's words trailed away as she felt her stomach twist into a knot, the flickering fire illuminated the encroaching girl. She was vaguely aware of her friends gasping and screaming at the sight before them.
Blood smattered her forearms, though her mouth and throat seemed to be somewhat scrubbed of it. Her clothes were dirty, torn, and her worn jeans seemed to have the dried rust of old blood smeared on her thighs, her ruined grey band shirt absolutely caked with it. While it seemed that the girl was about their age, she seemed to feel centuries old, and a deep sorrow rolled off of her.
As she stepped closer still, Yang could hear her sister and friends retreating towards the campfire, but she remained rooted to the earth. The amber gaze was hypnotizing, Yang finding herself unable to look away. She could vaguely see black ears atop the stranger's head, the pupils slits from the fire behind her. What was she?
"Yang!" Weiss screeched in fear. "Yang, get away from her!"
Yang wanted to obey, but her feet were refusing to move. She was stock still as the girl moved closer, noting the claws on her hand as she reached out.
"Help me." The girl pleaded.
"YANG! Get away from her, please!" Weiss screeched in horror.
Yang, however, finally found the ability to speak, though the words were slightly choked. "H-how...? What can I do?"
A dark shadow flit across her amber eyes, but it was gone again. "Save... Me... So hungry..."
Yang could hear the growling stomach clearly when she was only five paces away from the girl, but the pulling of a gun hammer snapped her out of her trance moments before the bullet was fired. As Yang watched, the girl's chest was pushed back by the force of the bullet, the shock clear in her eyes, followed by the darkness that had flashed before. With a single screech of pain, and a torrent of wind, she was gone.
"Yang!" Ren called, Yang looking back to see the gun in his hand. "She's a Wendigo! We have to go before she comes back!"
Yang looked back where the girl had been, seeing two eyes peering out eerily from the scrub where she had first come from. It seemed that even a bullet to the chest didn't keep her away for long. She knew about Wendigos; they were huge, terrifying monsters that ate without relent, always starving, but never satisfied. But they looked emaciated, sullen, and horrible, and this girl looked almost normal. How could she be a monster? If she wasn't a monster, then maybe she could help.
"Yang, please." Ruby pleaded. She knew that gleam in her sister's eyes. "Let's go. I want to go home."
Yang looked at her sister, then the girl, and finally at Weiss. She looked so scared, so pleading for all of them to leave. Yang still loved her, still wanted her, and a huge part of her heart yearned to heed the heiress and flee with them all. But she couldn't stand by idle while someone was suffering, begging for help.
Yang faced her friends, and the safety of the campfire. "I... I'm sorry." She told them, before turning on her heel and rushing towards the Wendigo, and all but certain death.
"YANG!" Weiss screeched, the tears clear in her voice.
"Yang, please come back!" Ruby begged in a half-sob. "I can't lose you too!"
But Yang refused to listen, hurrying towards the brush that the Wendigo was hiding in, wondering if their pleading would be the last thing she ever heard.