Darkness surrounds the entire planet. It slowly creeps into the cities with the threat of Grimm and their Queen. However, where Weiss is held, darkness is all she knows, despite the artificial glow of the moon that gives no indication of daytime. She stared at the moon and finally understood what it was about night that vampires enjoyed. A calming glow that embraces a person that looks up to it. She then questioned herself 'Will I become a vampire? If I asked my father to turn me...'
Her thoughts were broken by the rattling of the door opening. She looked over her shoulder to see Shitley- I mean Whitley walk through with a look on his face before it closed. Weiss simply looked at the moon and did not acknowledge Whitley's existence. She heard a sigh and footsteps echo before he spoke "Dear sister-" "Don't even, Whitley." She interrupted through gritted teeth as she finally look at him with a seething glare that unsettled him. She continued "I stopped being your sister the moment I saw you outside that door." Whitley flinched a bit before speaking "Very well, Weiss. Father has asked me to come escort you to his office to discuss some... Interesting things."
His use of "Interesting things" unnerved her, but she couldn't refuse with the threat of rape over head. She simply sighed and nodded her head as she stood up. She wobbled a bit off balance as she tried to straighten herself. Whitley noted that her arms were a little skinnier than the last time he saw her which was two weeks ago. He realized that she was starving herself. He simply swallowed and lead her out of the room.
The walls weren't elegant like any sort of mansion or castle that Weiss has been to. Instead, she noted that the walls were dirty, with rusted pipes on the ceiling. It seems to have been an old bunker, possibly Great War era. She looked around while following Whitley who walked with his hands behind his back and an impassive look on his face. He was like a robot, no emotion and smooth motion. They arrived at a large black door that two guards opened to reveal a replica of the office from the Schnee Manor with Jacques in his chair with a glass of scotch in his drink. He looked to see Weiss who looked a bit awful. He narrowed his eyes and spoke "Leave us, Whitley."
Whitley walked out, leaving Weiss with just Jacques Schnee. His gaze unsettled her in many ways. He simply spoke "We have one week before a nunber of my associates come to the party and there's still one problem. Can you guess that problem?" Weiss simply looked away before answering "I haven't practiced my singing." Jacques, at that moment, threw his glass near her and shattered, causing her to flinch badly and shrink under his rage "That's correct, and in doing so, you have one last chance before I throw you in the bunks! Remember that threat before you decide to rebel against me! The video feed also has shown me you haven't eaten nearly as much. Tell me, why are you not eating as much? ANSWER ME!!"
Weiss shook in fear under his anger directed at her. She's heard his outbursts before but was never used to it. Her voice shook in fear as she tried to answer. "I... I haven't... Practiced, because... I already... Know what I'm... Gonna sing. I... Want it to be a surprise." Jacques looked at his fatigued daughter before sighing as he grabbed another glass and poured more scotch. He spoke in a controlled voice, signaling his rage dissipating "Very well, but I want you eating more. You look awful." Weiss simply nodded as her fear also disappeared. He ordered "Back to your room now." Weiss simply nodded as she slowly walked out of the office and Whitley lead her back to her cage disguised as her room. The last thing she saw before the door closed was Whitley's face filled with pity for her. Weiss simply walked to her bed and curled into a ball before crying herself to sleep. Every night she would pray that her true father would find her.
Dracula sat in his throne in the newly commissioned Tepes Manor. In the two weeks that have gone by, the Schnee mansion was expanded. Gone are the white blue color scheme, instead it was a mixture of black, red, and white. Dracula implemented parts of his castle into the manor, creating a larger mansion with some of the Gothic aesthetic that had some people confused and uncomfortable, but Dracula didn't care. He twirled his red wine in his hand with a vacant look on his face. Willow was sitting in her own throne next to his. She looked at him and was slightly worried so she placed her hand on his arm which broke him out of his look and look at his newly beloved. He gave a small smile and held her hand.
Willow looked into his red eyes that used to brighten, but now, his eyes were dull. They've lost their light, much like how their daughter is missing. Willow has wanted to ask the question for months but never had a chance, in fear of him pushing away. She gave his hand a squeeze and asked "Vlad... I've wanted to ask this for months, but... I've been afraid. Afraid that you'd push me away. To say that it's better to remain human. I don't want you to be alone. So please, I beg of you... Turn me into a vampire." Dracula was shocked. He looked into her eyes and could not see an ounce of unwillingness. His immediate response would've been no, but she clearly left no room for argument. Her plead was enough.
He took a deep breath before standing up with Willow and wrapped his arms around her while Willow moved her coat to the side to expose her neck which with his vision, could see the blood pumping and her heart beating faster in anticipation. Dracula opened his mouth to reveal his fangs which he then impaled into her neck. Willow gave out a moan as she clutched onto his body for support as he bit into her neck and drained her blood. Her skin started becoming more cold and pale. More pale than usual. She felt weak and her eyes closed before every ounce of life was gone.
Dracula pulled away and held her with only one arm as he bit into his wrist and watched as his vampiric blood touched her lips and slid into her mouth and down her throat. After a few minutes, Willow woke up with a gasp and her eyed opened. Her blue eyes were now heightened with a white tone which made her eyes bright. She looked at her beloved before brining him in for a deep and passionate kiss. The night ended in an endless sea of pleasure and bites of all kinds.
A few days later, Dracula and Willow were sitting at their thrones, watching all their guests speak and drink. These kinds of parties were not considered parties to Dracula. It's just a get-together. Willow changed her attire. Gone was blue and white dress. Instead, her dress was more Gothic like Dracula's with the sharp collar up and black and red aesthetic. She wore a black vest with a red blouse and a black coat with red stripes and a long tail coat. She wore black skinny pants with red stripes and black heels with three spikes at the toes. She was more opposing than she was before becoming a vampire. General Ironwood sat down with Winter watching her mother who looked at her and smiled as she made her way over to talk with her eldest daughter and Ironwood.
Everything was flowing fine until one man decoded to drunkingly announce to everyone "Jacques Schnee was the greatest business partner in all of Remnant! This man they have now has ruined our prices! His "Equality" for Faunus is all hogwash! I mean, hell... Weiss Schnee was supposed to continue Jacques Schnee's legacy! Where is she now? She's at a bunker in... Uh." From there, Dracula froze before crushing his wine glass and appearing in front of the drunk man and grabbed him by his suit "What did you just say?" Dracula spoke with a quiet anger as he bore into his eyes to search for the location. "Where. Is. My. Daughter!?" He yelled at the man who inexplicably pissed his pants and passed out. Dracula growled before announcing "This party is over!"
Everyone except for Ironwood, Winter, and Willow who watched with seething rage at the man who dared talk about Jacques. Dracula dragged the unconscious drunk to his basement where he tied him to a chair and had a bucket of water. Ironwood and the other Schnees followed him and James spoke "Vlad, this will get you in trouble!" Dracula simply said "My daughter is out there! This man knows where she is and he will tell me. Whether it be voluntarily or not!" Dracula tossed the water onto the man who gasped and opened his eyes to see Dracula and immediately glared at him "What the fuck is this!? Do you know who I am!?" Dracula only answered "The one who is going to tell me where Weiss is."
The man pissed his pants once again for he realized he fucked up. Dracula told Ironwood along with the two Schnees "Leave. I have to take care of this alone." Willow put a hand on her daughter's arm to lead her out of this basement. Ironwood lingered on Dracula before walking away as well. Dracula cracked his knuckles and showed his sharp fingernails to the man who whimpered "You have five seconds to tell me what bunker my daughter is being held in before I start ripping your skin off and let the air sting your muscles." After the man attempted to be brave by putting on a defiant face and say nothing, it immediately broke as Vlad dug his nails into his arm and dragged it down.
After several minutes of digging into his skin, Dracula decided to bring out the big toys. Dracula went to a curtain to which he opened to reveal the Great Communicator. Dracula took the chainsaw off its hinges and poured some dust powder into the container and pulled the string back. The chainsaw roared to life which made the man start screaming. Dracula pointed the saw towards the man's balls and yelled out "YOU READY TO TALK NOW!?"
"YES!! YES!! OH GODS PLEASE!! SHE'S AT RAZOR BUNKER!! OUT IN THE DEEP TUNDRA OF ATLAS!!" Dracula shut off the chainsaw and grabbed him by the chin and said "If she isn't there, I will leave you to die in Vacuo." He shook his head in fear and said "I have a pass... The party is in two days and we have to bring it have clearance. Jacques Schnee is hosting." Dracula looked at him then growled as he threw the chainsaw into the wall next to his face. Too bad he wasn't wearing the brown pants.