Don't Own Rwby, Only The Oc

'thought'

"Speech"

"Powerful Creatures Speaking, like a dragon or a god"

"Tvs, Radios, and Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."

(Mid Chapter Authors Notes)


(Pov: Sean)

"We're going out with Neo to go get some ice cream." Emilia states with her hands on her hips, not really giving me a choice in the matter.

"SWEET!" I exclaim as I raise my hands, I would have most likely still decided to go even if she gave me a chance not to.

She grabs me by the wrist and tugs me off the couch.

"Wait, we are leaving right now?" I ask.

"Yep!" Is her response as she tugs me to the door.

"Well, alright then..." I mumble.


"Heeeey, Sean!" Neo exclaims, looking cheerful as she always does. "You done taking care Emilia's sister's pet spider?"

"Yep. It's gone. Don't worry about it." I yawn, covering my mouth with one hand while wiping any remaining tiredness from my eyes with the other.

"Wait... how did your sister even get here?" Neo asks, turning to look to Emilia with a raised eyebrow. "Did she just come to the city to drop off her pet? If so, is she still here? Can I meet her? Wait... didn't Sean say you both live far away? Why did she come all this way to just drop off a pe-"

"Teleportation semblance?" Emilia shrugs as we start walking.

"Ah." Neo blinks, slowly following along. "That's pretty strong..."

"Yep." I nod as I start walking as well. "She literally just appeared in our apartment, scaring us."

"That must suck pretty bad." Neo hums.

"It does." Emilia sighs. "She can literally pop in wherever you go and never announces her presence before she gets there... and she is really quiet about it too... back home, sometimes she just appeared in my room, sitting down in a chair behind me, and I wouldn't notice her for minutes."

"Spooky." Neo mumbles.

"Mhm." I nod.

"Yeah... it's pretty annoying." Emilia sighs as she rubs her forehead slightly.

We walk past a group of four. "Heeeey Qrow buddy, Raven, you two want to go see a movie?"

"I'm down!" A second cheerful voice exclaims.

"Well, yeah, I knew you wouldn't need convincing, sum."

'pft- what sort of stupid name is crow-'

My mind goes blank for a moment as my name scratches itself into my mindscape.

Sean Chro

My last name flashes twice.

'…'

"Sean? What's wrong? You look hurt?" Neo asks, quickly stepping over to me.

"Oh- I-its nothing... I just... hurt my own feelings." I whisper. "It's fiiine, I'm over it now."

The hairs on the back of my neck raise up and I look back towards the two men and the girls, one a blond that is about seventeen maybe, maybe older, the second man having black hair with dark grey streaks making it look like it is shining, the third member having long, jet black and messy hair that reaches her lower back, but those three aren't what I am worrying about.

The last member of their group has short, chin-length, dark red hair that looks as if it is black in all but the tips, wearing a white cloak and a simple black combat skirt... she has silver eyes.

I quickly snap my gaze away from her and continue walking. 'this is fine... everything is fine... she's just normal human teen... she can't hurt me... she probably doesn't even know how to use her powers. B-but if I get too close, she might awaken it!'

Emilia and I share a slightly fearful glance, then we speed up our walking pace.

"Come on, Neo!" Emilia exclaims "It's Saturday, we should hurry before it gets packed!"

"O...kay?" She seems a bit confused about our sudden change of pace but easily follows along.

We made it to the ice cream parlor without issue and had a lovely snack, Emilia simply chose a base and bland vanilla while Neo chose Neapolitan- and I'm not too sure if she even likes it or if she is just eating it to fit with her theme-, and I tried- and didn't really like- mint chocolate chip, but I mean, it was still consumable, I just don't think I'll get it again.

Now we are going to the movies, which seems like a bad idea in theory, considering that is where the silver eyed demon went, but hey, it has been about an hour and a half, they are probably long gone by now... or I am severely underestimating the length of movies...

We get to the theatre, purchase our tickets for some fun huntsman movie and get our drinks and popcorn, which are priced ridiculously by the way, but I suppose Emilia and I aren't really hard-pressed for money, so it is fine...

We sit down in the theatre, Neo to my right and Emilia in the seat beyond that, then I look to the left and I see... HER.

'nonono stop.'

The silver eyed girl from before is sitting RIGHT BESIDE ME group of friends on the other side.

"Raven stoooop." The demon quietly whispers to her left. "I thought you would stop complaining after I told you that this is going to be a horror movie with several deaths... you like death, right? Stop griping!"

"I don't see the point of being here while we could just be training... don't we have a test in combat class tomorrow?"

"Aaah, chill out Rave, Team STRQ will kick that test's ass, we are like the best team in beacon~" the blond hums.

"Mn." The final member of their little group grunts.

'Why are they even here right now?! S-Shouldn't they be long gone?!'

Luckily, a Vampires natural affinity for blood control allows us to manage our outward appearances better than most, it makes us superb liars and decent negotiators... in this case it is suppressing my inner, mind numbing, feral PANIC and making it look like a more manageable uncomfortableness.

'WHY?!'

I cast a sideways glance to Emilia and she just looks on with pity... also a bit of terror, but more like second-hand terror as if she was a diminutive girl hidden in a cupboard, away from a violent terrorist which is using another person as a hostage/human shield... in that case, I am the hostage... less fear than the hostage- me- but still quite a bit of fear for if she might be found.

"Hey!"

My fingernails of my right-hand dig into the plastic cup holder of my chair and I give a small flinch.

I glance to the side.

'ah. She's not talking to me... thank the dark god.'

I let out a quiet but long breath through my nose and release my cup holder which is now slightly dented, but still able to hold my drink which I surprisingly didn't crush in my left hand.

I silently place it in my right cup-holder to avoid any unfortunate accidents.


That was terrifying.

The movie seemed to be about some sort of humanoid, white-masked, black skinned thingy, I think the word is 'grimm' as that is what people in the movie screeched near the start when they first saw it, but as an official 'creature of darkness' that really didn't scare me, I personally have killed more humans than it had in that movie... I am probably a bigger monster than it was if I am going to be honest... but I suppose it attacked ANYONE, I just kill people who are associated with crime- oh right, my original point... What DID scare me was the fact that I had to sit through the entire thing with a literal ticking timebomb right beside me.

When she even looks at me, it makes me feel uncomfortable, even if I don't know she is... like she is right now.

I wouldn't say she is staring at me, but she glances over to me every now and then, her eyes lingering on my compatriot- the interesting looking one- then straying onto the arcade game we are playing and... I think she wants to play next? That's the only conclusion I have come to... or she has figured out that I am a vampire and I- and Emilia are about to fucking die.

"You ready to go home?" Neo asks.

"YEs." I managed to control my tone of voice near the end and quickly get up from the large chair, the game allowed you to drive a fictional automobile on a screen to try and beat all the other vehicles- or cause multiple cases of vehicular manslaughter like Emilia did.

"Mhm!" Emilia nods with the same enthusiasm of getting the HELL away from here.

We walk outside, and like I presumed, the abomination decided to play that game which she goads her black-haired female friend into playing with her, something about a 'competition' or challenge if I heard correctly.

"So, it's been a while since we met," Neo begins once the glass doors close behind us. "But I just sort of wanted to know about your home?"

"O-Oh, it's really nothing special" I mumble, still shaken up from my one hour, fifty four minutes, and eighteen seconds of hell... and yes, I kept count as I couldn't focus on the movie with something like her beside me.

"Yeah," Emilia takes over, as she is the least scared of the two of us. "It's just a simple village way out of the walls of Vale, none of this technology stuff either... though I mean... I have kind of gotten used to it by now, what about you, Sean?"

Emilia takes this time to stop near a light post that is turned off, as it is day, to continue our conversation in relative comfort.

"Oh yeah." I nod, stopping with her, but slowly turning to face her. "But I disagree about the village thing, it is a hamlet at best."

"But it is pretty big!" Emilia exclaims putting her hands on her hips, turning to look at me as well. "there are tons of buildings!"

"I mean, yeah." I slowly agree. "But just how many of those are broken and not in use?"

"Fair point." She slowly nods. "There aren't that many people there, and anybody who really visits doesn't stay long because of the creepy abandoned atmosphere, but I would say it is still larger than a hamlet."

She blinks for a moment. "Maybe a really large hamlet, because, yeah, I suppoooose I can't really see it being large enough to be a village anymore, but it's still pretty big, yeah?"

I nod. "Sure, that sounds pretty goo-"

"LOOK OUT!" Neo shrieks as I am tackled out of the way, Emilia's eyes widen and she in slow motion reaches out a hand.

*Splrt-*

A bit of red splatters up to Emilia's cheek, I slowly turn my head to my left, a pool of dread slowly forming in my lower stomach. "W-w-w"

I finally see Neo, standing there with a pained expression, a purple spear-head poking cleanly out of her stomach.

*Vmm*

The spear disappears allowing blood to pour from the wound and she collapses backwards-

I am slide to a halt beside her and catch her before she hits the ground, then I gently lay her down as the crowds along the streets and sidewalks erupt into panic.

"N-Neo?" I hoarsely squeak, the world seems eerily quiet.

Emilia quickly kneels on the other side of her.

"S-Sean..." She whispers. "I-I it hurts..."

A droplet of water hits her on the cheek.

Her eyes suddenly gain clarity. "So... this is it?"

"Is this how it has to end?" She mutters.

Her eyes gaze into mine. "Sean..."

She uses her arms to suddenly sit up earning a weak cry of pain before she presses her lips against mine and falls back onto the concrete sidewalk. "Im... happy that I was able to be friends with you, Sean... Emilia."

"SEAN!" Emilia shouts, breaking me out of my trance.

I grit my teeth and twist my body, slapping another purple spear off course and into the front of a nearby parked car where it smashes through the grill and sinks into the engine, easily piercing half a foot of steel.

"You."

I stand up, my backed hunched slightly and my arms hanging limply beside me, my hands clenching in rage as I look across the street, standing there, is a man with long black hair, violet eyes, and wearing a long black coat that reaches to his knees, and jeans under that.

He points towards his chest with a coy smile. "Me?"

That smile slowly transforms into a devious smile. "It seems I was right about you."

The skin on the side of my left hand slowly flakes away.

"I am Gadreel-"

"I don't care."

I take a step forwards, an aura of rage and malice nearly visible off my person as I take another step forwards, then another.

"Hoh? You are approaching me? Shouldn't you be spending whatever little remaining time you have with your friend there?" The man scoffs. "She doesn't have much time left I hope you know~"

"Shut. Up."

He cackles and holds a hand to his chest. "Oh, you wound me! Like I did to her."

The road under my feet shatters as I dash forwards, the theater window behind me shattering and I launch a fist towards the face of the surprised looking man, only for his expression to drop into a smirk.

My fist collides with his face, or it would have if it didn't hit an invisible force field inches from his face, causing him to slide back and bounce against the brick wall about a foot behind him.

*Schlick*

"Not that it matters anymore... but, an angry enemy... is a predictable one."

I hack up a bit of blood that gets on his coat and slowly look down, revealing a glowing spear through my chest.


(Pov: Emilia)

'WHY?! I should have noticed him! And now... Neo's...'

"I am happy I was able to meet you, Sean..." Her head turns slightly and she looks me in the eyes. "Emilia..."

I slowly look up to see another purple spear hurtling towards Sean's back.

"SEAN!" I shout in horror... that is a light spear... we may be immune to sunlight, but light used as a weapon... is another thing entirely.

Sean quickly twists around, swatting the spear away, where it sinks into a nearby vehicle, he stands slowly and almost robotically and growls out a "You."

I look down to Neo who is wincing, her stunt with kissing Sean probably causing her excess pain.

"Neo..." I whisper. "I-I'm so s-sorry I should have been more alert; I should have known something bad was bound to eventually happen and now you're..."

I suck in a quick breath through my teeth as the window behind me shatters, that thing, landing beside us. "What's going on?!"

The black-haired male of the group lands beside her, eyes straying to Neo's wound. "Shit."

He looks over to me. "You, hold your hands over it and try to keep the blood in, who did this."

I look up towards where Sean disappeared.

Sean has been stabbed through the chest by a spear of light.

"NO!" I shout in futile dread. "SEAAAAN!"

A stake to the chest can kill a normal vampire... and it easily pierces even a vampire lord's skin... but to be stabbed though the heart by a spear of light...

Tears stream down my cheeks as I look to my still standing Fiancé, he is going to... Die


(Pov: Sean)

Its dark... and so cold... I...

I'm dying, aren't I?

"Hmmm? What's this?"

I flinch as a rumbling voice echoes around me.

"H-hello?!"

A purple orb floats from the darkness, illuminating myself.

"I wasn't aware there were any of you left... just how many of you are there?"

"W-What are you?!" I whisper.

"I am Idros... but you probably know me by another name..."

"I am the god of darkness, and I am surprised that my creations are still alive at this point... I have been gone for a couple millennia... and when I left you were all hiding, yes?"

"G-God of darkness?!" I exclaim. "T-then I'm Dead?!"

"I-I cant die..." I whisper, the air around cold enough to create mist even with my lower body temperature. "Wh-Who's going to kill that angel bastard?!"

A slit appears down the center of the orb, revealing it to be a massive eye that focuses on me.

"An angel you say? You appear to be quite young as well... and of noble lineage considering your status at that age."

The god seems to smell the air once. "Oh... it is a corrupted one... my brother can never create a stable race, can he? The first ones revolted and he made the ring-leader immortal, that fool."

"Boy... would you like a second chance, yes?"

"I-I need to get back! He is going to k-kill Emilia..."

"Another vampire I presume?" The god asks. "About your age?"

I slowly nod.

"Well, we can't have that, now can we... my race was already facing extinction from one of my bastard brother's ideas, and I won't have the low remaining numbers decreased by another one of his failures."

The massive god seems to pause and disappear as it flies up into the sky.

'wait... if that's his eye...'

The veil of darkness is lifted, revealing a massive dragon lazed about on the largest pile of gold I have ever seen, he is larger than even my parent's castle, and has dark purple shimmery scales and curved horns, he seems to have based the Chromatic dragons upon himself as well, because he, like them- or in this case, they, like him, have four powerful limbs, a long tail, and large wings on his back, however he seems to have clawed hands at the bends of his wings for grasping.

"How many of your race, remain again, little fledgling?" The dragon speaks... well, 'speaks', his mouth doesn't move an inch as the air around us vibrates his words.

"L-Less than fifteen pure-blooded, and probably less than twenty-five overall." I meekly answer.

"Hn... that is quite a bit less than the time when I was there... damn it all. Then I suppose I can't let you die, now can I?"

"Y-You're sending me back?!"

"Yes, I think I will, and I suppose I might as well give you a little boon so your life doesn't end so abruptly again..." The dragon mutters the last part under his breath and seems to delve into his own thoughts.

"…"

"Hn... yes... that should work, why not?" He finally says after a couple moments.

The dragon lowers its head down to me. "My one condition for this power is... to remake the vampire race... renew your numbers and show the world that you won't die out, magic has died, I can feel it, it may have had something to do with myself and my brother leaving, in particular, me, because I feel that my sacred treasure system has also been sealed and- you know... thinking back on it, I had all the fun ideas... all my brother ever created was healing magic or maybe a shield at best, and only gave it to his most loyal worshipers... while I just allowed every commoner learn how to fling fireballs and lightning bolts around, maybe even stop time, provided they had an affinity for it."

I slowly blink.

"Right, power... just let it be known... if you let this power consume you, you aren't worthy of being my creation, no matter how inexperienced you may be."

He opens his mouth and breathes a gout of black fire on me-

Pain. Crippling, agonizing, and scarring pain wracks my body as I am quite literally lit on fire.

'It hurts! IT HURTS! HURTHURTHURTHURT-'


(Pov: Emilia)

'h-he's dead... this bastard killed my little Sean...'

"DAMNIT!" I shout as I pound my fist onto the side walk behind me, cracking it. "WHY?!"

"DAMNIT KID!" The teen beside me shouts. "COVER YOUR DAMN FRIEND'S WOUND OR YOU ARE GOING TO LOSE HER TOO!"

I flinch at his tone and quickly use my hands to cover Neo's stomach, tears dripping down onto her white shirt which is now irreversibly stained with blood.

The man across the street, the man who has caused all of my pain scoffs and kicks' Sean's still standing body, sending it tumbling away from him and into the middle of the road.

Causing the silver eyed monster to gasp and cover her mouth, then narrow her eyes in rage, the third and fourth members of her little group choosing only now to appear beside them.

Just as the silver eyed teen prepares to dash forwards and hopefully die, Sean's body comes to a stop... but not a normal one...

On the last roll Sean's body rights itself with a backflip and slides to a halt on its knees, five grooves being dug in the asphalt from one of its hands, the other slowly and almost robotically reaches up to the spear in its body's chest, and wraps its fingers around it.

'h-he's alive?'

Sean rips the spear from his chest, sending the blood-stained spear clattering against the pavement only to disappear into motes of light, he still has a gaping hole in his chest that doesn't appear to be healing... then he drives his hand through his torso, sending gore, blood, and hunks of flesh out of back, and when he removes it, he appears to be slowly healing.

'h-he punched out the light poisoned pieces?!'

Sean slowly stands, looking dead ahead.

"What the... hell?" The scruffy teen beside kneeling beside me mutters as he slowly stands as well, what I assume to be his sister narrowing her red eyes towards Sean while the blond lets out an auditable *Gulp* the silver eyed warrior however looks in in confusion and slight dread.

"Y-You! Why aren't you dead?!" The cloaked man shrieks as he readies another light spear.

Sean appears to nearly fall forwards as his wound finally heals, then he hacks up a pool of blood onto the asphalt, he clutches the sides of his head with his hands and lets out a scream of pure agony.

The back of his shirt rips as his wings free themselves from his back, shadows snake out from under cars from in between alleyways and from beside light posts and latch onto the area just below him, where they quickly pile up and become tangible, forming a writhing mass that surrounds him.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Qrow asks.

Sean abruptly stops screaming and the shadows respond to that, as they are now seemingly uniform, in control, as they flow upwards in waves like a flickering candleflame.

"What... are you?" The man across the street mutters.

A single pulse of purple magic blasts outwards from Sean, causing the ground to rumble and shake, a single boney hand punches through the asphalt, then it is followed by a rotting hand that appears slightly down the road, then the ground splits, causing hordes of undead to pour from the ground, physically ripping themselves from the earth and clambering to their feet, wielding rusted shields and swords, rotten bows, and some just simply wielding their own mangled and severed arms.

The tips of Sean's wings which are still outside the blob twitch as he seems to hunch forwards, then with a growl, he lurches forwards, appearing as just a large black blur, the man across the street tosses his spear forwards then rises into the sky as his attack is avoided, just barely managing to get out of the way of a punch that shatters the brick wall behind him as two large black feathered wings sprout from his back.

The building crumbles as several tendrils made of shadow flail through the brickwork as if it were clay.

'a fallen angel... I should have known... he appeared too... unhinged... to be a regular angel.'

Sean swings the hand that demolished the building upwards, sending an arrow of shadow upwards that the fallen barely avoids by flying to the side as he is pelted with chunks of rubble.

I look down to Neo as she seemingly gets paler by the minute.

'Shit. Shit. Shit. She is going to die at this rate.'

I re-route some of her blood where it looks like it is supposed to go as the group of four beside me splits up, three immediately go for the undead slowly amassing an army while the fourth... that thing scales a building to follow the fight between Sean and the fallen, as Sean takes to the air to follow his target.

'damnit! I don't know any healing spells, and I don't know any human anatomy that well, only that it is similar to ours, so any more blood magic might kill her.'

"N-Neo..." I whisper, her eyes are slightly losing focus but she looks to me.

"Y-Yeah?"

I let out a quiet sigh.

"Would you..." I pause as I abruptly swallow a bit of saliva. "If you were able to survive, to live longer and live happily with Sean, and with me... would you give up your humanity?"

She gives me a small, sad, smile. "Without a second thought."

I slowly nod in acceptance and lean down- until I am abruptly shoved out of the way.


(Pov: Summer Rose)

What the heck is going on?!

I glance from the rubble of a recently two-story building to a fight in the sky, a separate building entirely from that first one the boy destroyed, this one just had exploding spears of light rained down upon it.

'that little boy... destroyed that entire apartment complex with a punch... what the heck is going on?!'

"Tch." I click from my place at the edge of another building.

The darkness around the boy has more or less cleared up as the fight has gone on, most likely from that bird winged thing slashing light through it, now I can make out limbs through it.

The boy uppercuts the angel, who grits his teeth and quickly flies back, summoning six large light spears which it launches one after another, only for the kid to weave through it at speeds that I am honestly surprised by and slams his knee into the angel's gut... but it seems to stop about an inch before it actually makes contact.

'the angel has aura and the boy doesn't... he is clearly at a huge disadvantage... I have to help him, but... how?'

I call it an angel because, frankly, that is the only thing it could be... or maybe a very specialized faunus with a light semblance, I mean, I have seen winged faunus before, but they are extremely rare, but for a flying faunus that controls light to suddenly try to kill another that controls shadow for little to no reason, there is clearly something supernatural at play.

The boy holds out a hand and sends a lightning bolt crashing into his foe, only for a bubble to appear around him and tank the blow, then the angel flies forwards and sends the small boy crashing into a building with a kick, causing it to crumble and bury him.

'A-Are they using... magic?! Magic is real?! OHMYGOSH CAN I TOSS AROUND LIGHTNING BOLTS AS WEL- No Summ, FOCUS! Step in when I have the chance and stop the baddos and save the boy...'

A large runic circle appears above the rubble the boy disappeared into, and the ground rumbles.

A pile of bricks shudders and a head appears from it... but...

'what the hell is that?!'

It has a long snout, is scaly, but appears to be missy one eye and is possibly also rotting from what I can see here, it has two long banded horns that bend up on its head and a long snake-like neck with spikes going down the spine, the bricks shudder again and two large tattered wings are tugged free, the beasts that's about twice the length of a horse and about as tall as one, frees itself and uses its wings to stabilize itself, a long, barbed tail lashing out behind it as it walks forwards with its wings, its back half being held up by two stubby, but powerful, legs.

"A wyvern?!" I hiss.

The reason I know what this beast is... is well... secretly... I am sort of a massive maidens and magic fan... but a REAL wyvern?! A zombie wyvern clearly at this point, but this proves WYVERNS EXIST! That is HUGE! Maybe I can find one! I want one!'

A second head much like the first frees itself from the rubble as well, letting out a high pitched, screeching roar, then a third, only then does a certain pile explode outwards, revealing the boy again who takes off back into the sky, followed shortly by the wyverns.

'oh... right... wyverns are... sort of evil dragons... that's bad...'

The angel barely manages to avoid a swipe that rips through his coat, then is forced to move away as a cone of fire shoots from the boy's hands, a spear of light forming once more in his own.

He turns his head to the left and widens his eyes as a flanking wyvern attempts to eat him, which he barely avoids by flying over it, taking the time to slash its wing with his spear as he goes over, cleaving it off entirely and sending the lizard spinning out of control off into the distance and towards the roads below.

'HNNN' my hand clenches around my folded bow as I reach behind my back 'I-I have to do something, right?'

The angel is kicked in the spine and launched downwards as the boy appears behind him, he goes to spin around and hurl his spear at him, but a barbed tail smashes into his side, sending him careening to the left where he is once more intercepted by the boy who kicks him through a building with a powerful axe kick, raising his hands above his head where he conjures a massive, spiked, sphere of darkness which he grabs and throws towards the ground, crushing the building even more than it already was.

I glance up to the wyverns circling above with a slight frown, then as they lunge downwards towards the crushed building, a spear of light flies out from it and strikes one cleanly in the chest, striking cleanly through it and causing it to crash into the ground, dead.

The man who threw it finally digs himself out from under a particularly large piece of rubble, his violet aura now visible and crackling around him, he tosses another spear towards the boy, but he simply backhands it off into the distance, my eyes following the spear as it arcs across the city.

I look back up to the boy... and he is gone...

'W-WHERE DID THE SHOTA GO?!'

I look back to the angel to see the boy behind him, grabbing onto his wings and pressing his foot on his back.

'oh gods nonono is- is he going to-'

*POP CRAC- RIIIIIP*

The pop of bone and the tearing of flesh meets my ears causing me to wince uncontrollably.

"AAAAAAAGH!"

The foot on the angel's back kicks him forwards sending him rolling across the pavement.

He gets up after about a second, raising an arm up into the air where he prepares to summon another spear of light. "YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! MY FUCKING WINGS! ILL FUCKING END YOU, BITCH!"

The boy's arms are hanging limply by his sides, black and now tattered wings in hand, he simply drops them and takes a slow step forwards... then the remaining wyvern bites off the angel's raised arm from behind.

"AAAAGHHHHH!"

's-should I intervene?'

I gaze down at the piercing red dots in the cloak of shadows.

The boy blurs forwards, grabs onto the angel's wrist and with a roundhouse kick to the upper ribs, he rips off his remaining arm and sends him rolling down the road.

He slowly looks up to me and gives me a small head-tilt, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to rise, this thing... because I am not too sure it is a boy anymore... makes every single cell in my body cry out in a primal desire to flee, causing me to take an unwilling step back away from the edge of the roof.

'w-what?! Nonononoooo is- is that boy... the bad guy in this situation?!'

'No! He- he couldn't be! That angel thing must have set him off when he... stabbed his... friend... and impaled... him... oh... ooooooh... oh no.'

He drops the removed appendage and looks down the road to the prone form of his foe, then turns his body to face it... then he disappears... reappearing above him, foot pressed deeply onto the shattered ribs he just created, causing the angel to let out a silent scream, as they most likely punctured his lung.

The boy raises a hand above his head, a small trail of blood freeing itself from his wrist and slithers up his hand where it forms a spike on his palm... only to abruptly hunch over and cough up much more blood than his small body should realistically have, aura of darkness fading and he falls backwards.

I gaze down to see that the remaining wyvern freeze and start repeatedly bashing its head into the pavement. 'w-what the heck?!

I look to the angel, his eyes glazed over and a small trail of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, not to mention the streams gushing from his used-to-be arms.

He gives a shaky, almost twitchy movement as he looks over to the prone form of the boy, and grits his teeth and squints his eyes, then a purple spear of light slowly appears perched above the boy, it seemingly comes in and out of solid form and is extremely shaky, but still sharp and extremely dangerous.

'shi- uh- CRAP!'

I prepare to leap off the building towards the figures below-

"RAAAAGH!" I lose my footing, the brick under my foot breaking off and sending me crashing onto the pavement as a new person leaps from a building, slamming her heel into the nose of the prone angel, turning his head into mush, then with a simple wave of her hand to the side, she sends the already created spear of light careening into a nearby building with a fierce gout of wind, where it explodes... violently, destroying ANOTHER building... She has brown hair and wears a simple red gown; she looks to be seventeen or eighteen and she slowly looks down at the unconscious boy. "Sean..."

She lets out a quiet sigh. "You are an idiot... I mean... look at you... how the hell did you even unlock that at your age?"

The woman reaches out and grabs the boy by the front of his shirt and quickly pulls him over her shoulder. "Let's go see if mom is done with whatever she is doing, yeah?"

Her gaze strays to me and I freeze at what I see, around her eyes are two flickering red lights that flow like fire.

"W-woah! Laser eyes?!" I whisper. "Wait! I-is she a seasonal maiden-"

Her gaze is replaced with a glare and she snarls at me. "Stay the hell away from my little brother if you know what's good for you, monster."

'M-Monster?'

That... really hurt my feeling actually... nobody has ever called me anything remotely like that...

Then two leathery wings sprout from her back, avoiding her dress that has an open back, and she disappears into the sky with a single flap of her wings, the force she does so creating a blast of wind that crashes into me and forces me to take a step back.

'…'

I watch the figure get smaller and smaller, flying over the tops of buildings some reduced to rubble, till she eventually lands about twelve blocks away.

"…"

"THE THEATER!" I shout. "CRAP! QROW! RAVE! TAI!


(Pov: ?)

I slowly crack open one of my eyes. 'Mn what? Where am I... and why is it so c-cold?!'

I slowly sit up and gaze around a simple stone room without any windows, normally, I would have attributed it to a prison cell, but the door is made of a beautiful polished oak and the bed, while uncomfortable, looks as if it was made for royalty with the regal red blankets covering it- and me.

Along the walls are a few paintings of forever fall, but it is darker... wilder... maybe corrupted?

Dread forms in my stomach and I quickly tear off the blanket covering me, revealing that I am in a very fancy silk nightgown.

'w-what?!'

I tug the neck outwards and look down at my stomach, revealing the wound that I had gained previously is gone without a trace... I also notice that I am surprisingly pale... luckily, whatever put me in this allowed me to keep my underwear so that was nice of them... also completely creepy because of the fact I was changed without my knowledge, but... they do things like this at hospitals too, r-right?

My eyes quickly stray across the room revealing a second bed, with a large mound in the center.

I silently creep out of the bed and look over whoever is sleeping.

'S-SEAN?!'

He looks... peaceful... and quiet... and like his heart isn't beating nor is he breathing-

Pure unadulterated panic flows through my system. 'NO h-he cant be dead, c-can he.'

I pause as I realize that I haven't even taken a breath this entire time, nor do I feel the need to.

I quickly bring up a hand to my neck, just under my jaw, checking for a pulse... only to find none.

'a-am I dead too?!'

"What the hell is going on?!" I whisper.

Sean shifts slightly under the blankets but doesn't appear to wake up. 'h-he is alive?!'

I quickly scurry back over to the bed I had been given and bring my knees up to my chest, pulling the blankets up over my head, a quiet whimper echoing from my throat.

'W-What's going on?!'

If you were able to survive, to live longer and live happily with Sean, and with me... would you give up your humanity?

I flinch as the memory hits me like a brick. 'I-I was going to die... but E-Emilia saved me?'

'but if I am not human anymore...'

Just what am I?


Welp, it has been a while, hasn't it~ I have just had severe writers block for this next chapter, but, now that it is mostly finished, and I have decided a general outline for the next arc, I can move on with working on it~ also I changed quite a bit in this chapter last second, Originally, it was going to be Yang and Rwby with their uncle Qrow seeing a movie, but I decided to change it to team STRQ to give our lovable protagonists a good 20 ish years till canon instead of four~ so, you know~ Canon probably wont exist by the time our lovable vampire is done with the world~ also i was going to do that 'bgm' thing, but decided 'nah that is fucking dumb and probably wont fit with the rest of this fic' so i didn't.

Toodles~