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The night reigned eternally in the Vampire Noble's castle. Grimms were still marching towards the village of Patch despite the raid going on. Weiss offered no sympathy to the plight, but she knew that the people there would be fighting hard for their home. It would be delightful to see the aftermath and offer an olive branch with the village.
In Weiss' possession were two hostages from the village. Assuming if they were important to the village. Cinder would find it inappropriate, but she trusted Weiss enough to feed the Grimms foremost. The loss of Grimms was one thing, but as long as blood was spilt and swollen into the bellies of the Grimms, the power and life force would be delivered to Cinder solely. Cannon fodders to the harvest, simply put.
Anyway, arriving the castle after a quick glance of the Grimms' march, she opened the gates to her castle. To the naked eyes, the view of the castle was in front, but an invisible warp hole opened itself before Weiss. Weiss entered with the two sisters suspended in the air in her telekinetic hold.
Immediately, they were sent to the library where the owner, Blake Belladonna, read serenely in the comfort of books. Blake sensed Weiss' presence and huffed upon entering her domain, turning to look with a crossed expression on her face as she saw two other persons.
"Fix them," Weiss ordered, much to Blake's dismay and disapproval.
Blake waved a hand toward the altars, far off at the end of the library. Weiss wordlessly went there and put the two sisters on the altars, and then Blake quickly assessed the injuries. The woman in yellow, Yang was a priority than the girl in red, Ruby.
"You've frozen them," Blake pointed out, as she called in her cats to bring medical equipment beside her.
Weiss shrugged and replied, "Frozen living creatures preserves the living cells, doesn't it?" Smirking as Blake frowned at her.
"Unfreeze them first," Blake ordered, and Weiss did so without complaining.
Weiss snapped her fingers and pulled the mist of white fog off Yang's and Ruby's body, absorbing the ethereal bats into her form.
"Take this towel and wipe off the blood on the girl. The cut isn't deep, but leave the towel lightly pressed on the wound," Blake said offhandedly, tending to the injuries on Yang.
Weiss huffed as she took the towel and did as told. Weiss was the one who brought them here in the first place and interrupted Blake's precious peace. At least now Weiss could get a better look at the girl after wiping off the blood off the face.
Ruby was cute for a girl coming of age. 16? 17? Weiss supposed. There was a little plump bit to Ruby's cheeks as Weiss' palm briefly touched there. Ruby's nose had a round curve that itched Weiss' fingers to pinch them, and small lips in a natural shape of a smile. And such pretty eyelids as Weiss brushed away the soft bangs covering closed eyes, grazing the tip of her finger to feel the soft skin. Sadly, there was grime and dirt staining the face and clothes. Weiss would much appreciate it if Ruby was cleaned up before she consumed the girl. Speaking of which, the blood-stained towel pressed to Ruby's temple seemed to be doing its work on the wound.
"It isn't fatal?" Weiss asked aloud, clearly seeing the layer of the skull cracked with x-ray vision.
Blake answered, "Crack bones are a little concerning. Fragments piercing an organ or cutting the nerves are fatal."
Weiss nodded, reminded of how fragile living creatures could be. Though, even the dead could be just as fickle when their spirits were disturbed. A flash of tattered memory flashed through her mind, faint ghostly cries and tormented screams as mannequins were strung, beaten, and worse. Weiss quickly doused it away, fearing that her own body would react violently that has disturbed her soul. Weiss gave a relieved sigh as her hand remained on the towel and on the wound. It looked like the medicine was already applied on the towel to go with the wound from Weiss' keen sense of smell. Weiss smiled at Blake's foresight and excellence on multi-tasking, as usual.
The smell of blood did reach Weiss' nose, but the taste and properties of it were stale and dulled by the lack of live activity. To the common concepts of vampires, blood from living beings were the sustenance to continue their existence. However, that was assessed in basic fundamentals of quantities over qualities. Weiss had studied as a vampire and differentiated the instincts triggered when on the hunt during hunger or thirst; the blood fed and changing from the occurrence revolving around the prey. Of course, resisting was futile, as it took great discipline and practice to tame the vampire instinct.
When Cinder resurrected Weiss into a vampire, she offered Weiss the liberty to figure out the ways of being a vampire. The Queen of Hell was not all that bad, but she was certainly evil in her constant feed for blood and other enigmatic schemes. In any case, Weiss was not taught by any vampires; simply guided by Cinder to learn on her own, to study on her own, and to specifically define her own discipline of her current being. Because vampires do not resurrect from magic, but of mutated blood and call. Weiss was different, such that Cinder resurrected her with pure magic and no blood of a vampire.
Frankly, Weiss could have turned into a mindless, savage, ravaging beast like the Grimms if Cinder had wished it. Cinder believed that Weiss had a special potential as a vampire and a noble at that. A vampire that was excluded from the origin of its kind, due to the soul Weiss possessed.
"She wasn't wrong," Weiss whispered to herself, grinning proudly.
Blake heard it and did not make any comment.
"What are their names?" Blake asked, applying a few finishing touches to Yang's injury at the back of the head.
"The woman is Yang. The girl is Ruby," Weiss answered.
Blake hummed, "They don't look like sisters," She commented, swerving around to tend to the decapitated arm to do a check.
Weiss shrugged, "Their blood tells me otherwise, if not slightly different of relative birth blood."
The two fell back into silence after that. Weiss looked over to her friend, whom she had met from a circumstance of mutual positions. Blake was sort of a familiar to a witch far back then. The master predicted a future that was destined for Blake to assist instead of serve. Blake got a companion, a friend with Weiss. Whether the witch's prediction was intended to send Blake away or fulfil an unclear future was uncertain to either of them.
Blake's cat-like ears twitched to the sound of a growl in Yang's throat. Amber eyes widened at the stir of the woman on the altar. Weiss caught on and raised her hand, but Blake stopped her with a shake of the head.
"Ruby…" Yang uttered, her voice hoarse and gravelly, fighting the sleep from taking over.
Blake frowned and leant away, watching Yang's eyes slowly open. Blake looked to Weiss, and a subtle nod told her that it was alright. The two were privy when it came to, and if Weiss allowed it, then it must mean the sisters had pulled her interest.
"Fuck…" Yang swore, as the first thing her lilac eyes looked at was the library's ceiling carved with cats, vines, branches, and ribbons.
Yang drowsily pulled herself up on the altar and stumbled to the side in her wake as she applied weight to both sides of her arm. Blake quickly caught Yang from slipping off and grimaced as Yang stiffened. Yang's head snapped around to look at her missing right arm, a phantom feeling that immediately chilled her spine.
"Relax. It's going to be alright," Blake said, holding Yang by the shoulders as she watched lilac eyes freeze at the missing arm.
Weiss frowned as Yang's heartbeat sped up, and a strange surge of energy converged into Yang's body.
"Blake!" Weiss shouted.
Blake sensed the rise of heat as her instincts warned her, hackles rising and leaping away from Yang. Cats from the shadows appeared and build a wall of black ribbons, protecting Blake from the surge of flames. Weiss protected Ruby with a coat of earthen shell, leaving herself to fully witness Yang.
"No! No! This! This can't be real!" Yang rambled, her lilac eyes turning into a vibrant red.
Weiss raised a brow at the curious sight of the woman. A strange form that looked like a serpent or a dragon shrieked, shrilled, and loomed within the bright flames around Yang. Weiss huffed and tried to cool the woman.
"Miss, I suggest you calm down before you hurt your own kin," Weiss firmly said.
Furious red-eyes snapped to look at Weiss, the whip of long, blonde hair spinning so quickly in a blur as Yang lunged blindly with fury.
"Let her go!" Yang screamed, her eyes having caught a quick glance of her sister encased in some kind of earthen armour.
Weiss scowled and turned into a mist, whisking herself backwards to avoid collateral damage from the explosive power Yang generated. Yang gave chase, her one arm punching through the white mist served to agitate her further until she connected a physical contact.
"Foolish human," Weiss sighed, materialising herself in an open area of the library and giving her friend the opportunity to cease Yang.
Yang roared with flames shooting out of her mouth, impressing the vampire noble by the sight of a dragon semblance. Instantly, like a shadow and the silence that followed, Blake constricted Yang with bands of black ribbons, suspending Yang in the air as her cats rode on the ribbons. Yang grunted as each movement served to tighten the ribbons around her body, choking and surely killing her. Weiss watched intently at Yang as Blake went towards her.
Suddenly, the black ribbons caught fire and snapped at the force of the flame and power in Yang's body. The black ribbons fell into tatters and ashes as Blake stared in awe of Yang's power. Weiss quickly flashed step next to Blake and raised her arm in front of Blake. A streak of flames erupted and whipped around Yang, and Blake could see the flames reaching up to the ceiling.
Blake growled, "She is destroying my library!"
Weiss huffed, "You have copied the books and shelves," She earned a withering glare from her friend.
"You brought her here. And it's tasking to rebuild what is destroyed," Blake stated, crossing her arms and walking away to attend to Ruby.
Weiss scowled at Blake's retreating form but acknowledged the destruction of the library was a detriment to their benefits. Weiss lowered her arm and turned her body to the side with her hand going in a circular motion just as Yang threw a straight punch at her. Yang was lifted off her feet and thrown off balance, causing her to flip and hit the ground. This only fuelled Yang's rage as she recovered with a harsh twist of her own body and dashed back at Weiss with a low rising uppercut.
Weiss internally shook her head and spun as the fist grazed along her shoulder, smashing her elbow at Yang's shoulder the moment Yang rose up. Yang recoiled back and shook from the nerve rendering blow. Yang stomped her foot behind her and thrust her shoulder forward to circulate the shock. Weiss' eyes widened as Yang charged into her before she could go into her mist form.
The blow connected and threw Weiss back, skidding across the floor with her feet screeching to control her momentum. Weiss huffed as she glanced over at her own shirt singed with black heat and tatters.
"You'll pay for that," Weiss chided calmly.
Yang roared and jumped at Weiss with a backhand. Weiss leant back from the blow and slipped beneath Yang's feet, grabbing the tattered skirt with a hand and spinning Yang around briefly. Before Yang could retaliate, Weiss let go and sent Yang skidding across the ground on the side with the dismembered arm's bandage peeling off. Weiss sighed as Yang cried from the pain, blood streaking and dripping on the floor.
"Cease this at once! You are injured and this battle is fruitless," Weiss said, putting her hands on her hips as she glared down at Yang.
Yang growled and writhed as she shakily turned to get up. Weiss placed a hand on her temple and shook her head at the foolish elder sister. Weiss hoped the younger sister was not as foolish in hopes of a proper and easy feed.
As Yang got up on her feet, breath ragged and sweating profusely as the flames around her remained burning, she blearily looked at Weiss. Yang's vision was starting to blur, and her body was aching to the point she was starting to feel sluggish.
"We are helping you and your sister. Believe us," Weiss told Yang.
"Ruby?" Yang hoarsely asked.
"She is safe and asleep from what I last saw. Your rage and flame could have burned her were it not for me," Weiss said and watched as Yang deflated and felt guilty as fear etched in red-eyes.
The flame was subdued as red-eyes turned back into lilac, "Take… to her… please," Yang pleaded, out of breath.
Weiss nodded and turned to the altar, walking at a favourable pace that was neither quick nor slow to her liking. Yang followed with a slow gait, her dismembered arm becoming a searing pain as she tried to fight to stay awake until she saw Ruby. It was a fair amount of walking, and a slight bit of turning corners that almost had Yang taking a quick burst in her steps to keep up with Weiss. Yang wanted to shout at Weiss to slow down, but she would rather reserve that energy and put her faith on the mysterious princess. At least from the way Yang heard Weiss' voice and manner of speech.
"How is she?" Weiss asked as they approached the altars once again.
Yang looked over to the altars to see a woman in black fitting clothes sitting on the chair next to Ruby.
"Fine," Blake answered, and Yang dropped to the floor with a thud.
Weiss' eyes comically widened and turned to look at Yang with her brows furrowed and lips in a scowl. Blake giggled behind her book at the unexpected reaction of her friend. It was cartoonish in a way.
"The gall this barbarian put me through!" Weiss huffed as she stomped her feet.
Blake amusedly grinned and kept her giggle suppressed coolly.
"Do not litter in the library," Blake amusedly chided, laughing as Weiss gawked at her with eyes twitching.
Weiss scowled so hard, she was sure to have wrinkles on her face, serving to make a better amusement to Blake's laughter. Unceremoniously picking up Yang with telekinesis and dropping the lug on the altar carelessly. Blake shook her head and closed her book to reapply the medicine and bandage on Yang. The smile on Yang's relaxed face had Blake amused as she slept without a care, snoring.
"Are you not going to take their blood?" Blake queried, or insisted in this case.
Weiss huffed exasperatedly, "They are going to be difficult," She stated and dismissed the question.
Blake grinned, "They are interesting," She remarked as Weiss retreated to change clothes.
With the peace returned to the library, Blake sent her cats to scout out and assess the damage of the library. The ceiling moved alive as the glow of cats' eyes roamed above Blake, and subtle sounds of vines, branches, and ribbons made an eerily calm ambience to the library.
Blake was a faunus and a Summoner of Darkness. Gambol Shroud, a catalyst, tool, and weapon was proudly hung up on the ceiling amongst the living engravings. The resonant hum called to Blake, and she sighed with a frown cast onto Yang. There were some damages to the library, unfortunately. Unable to use the five altars as two were occupied, Blake would have to deal with the damages later.
Both Blake and Weiss knew the importance of the library containing the knowledge of the dark and light arts. Ancient texts and knowledge untouched by the human nature of any physical kind. Personally brought and kept by the Queen of Hell herself. The library was more or less a means to dispose and remove such knowledge. Stored in either shelves or cabinets, the dark magic slithered amongst the texts to dissemble the seals, and then leave the book to rot.
Damaged books could either be volatile or harmless effects, should the seal be accidentally released. Much to Blake's dismay, those that have been unsealed were to be left alone. Cinder would arrange the aftermath to bring chaos or order out into the world. 'Progress through accidents', as Cinder quoted.
"What have I gotten myself into," Blake thought aloud, smirking at tonight's event.
With Yang recuperating and next to her sister should she come awake, Blake retreated back into the dark to peacefully read her book. A minor curiosity drifted into Blake's though as to who of the sisters would Weiss consume. The princess was quite a picky consumer, but one that has mastered the art of vampirism to its fullest.
HarukoTan:- Thank you!
KibaPT:- I'm glad you do, because I was only thinking of myself when it came to writing it. :x
Guest, FoxyFoxation, and THB4:- Thanks! About Cinder's and Weiss' conversation, I made the assumption that before or after a dialogue, and that a name was presented first, the sentence referred to that name speaking that dialogue. That was not the case and clarified that to me that only after reading the second time, the context made it clearer who was speaking that dialogue. I'll try to keep that thought in mind, but it'll slip past me as I tend to focus less on dialogue and more on the story. I'll do my best to keep the confusion to a minimal.
Author's afterword:- Hello! Didn't put an afterword, but it ain't important if it's there or not. It's mostly me speaking out my thoughts during the making of the story and such. Anyway, the first chapter was unfortunately jumbled up, and believably so because the pace of the events did not space itself out with any indication of when it happened during that period. Before or after. That was missing and caused that section of the story to jumble up. I apologise for that along with my moderate English.
As for the building of this story, I was inspired by the story-telling from a game – Legacy of Kain or otherwise Blood Omen. The narrative was so lengthy, but it sucked me in at how in-depth they went on their lore and universe. I was especially taken by the vampire's legend and involvement to the future of the series. And so, inspired by that, I wanted to make a story where RWBY built a legacy throughout the course of events revolving around the events.
I hope you enjoy what you read at your own will, within reason and respect. Thank you for reading.
