Please enjoy, and constructive criticism is appreciated. (I do not own RWBY, but I do own all the OCs except two, Nick and Isabel. Those belong to my friend, although I did design them.)

Blood of Grimm: Chapter 6

Team VNIS, now complete, is on the way to Beacon when they see the city being attacked by Grimm. They grab their weapons, except Valke, whose weapon is still at the school, and all four walk over to the edge of the ship, about to jump out, but Goodwitch stops them. "Wait! Look at yourselves; you're in no condition to fight." They look at each other. Nick has a large bruise on his face, Isabel probably has a few cracked ribs, and Sara has a large bruise on her stomach, and a small cut on her face, right below her right eye. Valke is outwardly okay, save a few scars, but still has some poison in him, slowing him down. "Besides, General Ironwood brought his army for a reason, and there are plenty of students. In fact, team CFVY is arriving now." The look outside and see team CFVY jumping out of an airship with Professor Port, then decimating hordes of Grimm.

"Really glad my feral side fought them in an enclosed space, or I would probably be dead right now…" Valke thinks. He then sees a familiar person walk away. "Is that…? No, probably not."

"We'll return to Beacon, then I'll return here to help. You will all report to the infirmary. No arguing." Grumbling, they all return to their seats.

The day after, when Valke had the poison out of his system, he went to go see Ozpin in his office. Ozpin was expecting him of course, being Ozpin and knowing almost everything. "Hello sir. I have some extra information about the criminals. The White Fang are involved, and working with Roman Torchwick. They all answer to a woman with fiery eyes, and have some very strong fighters. They also have a source inside Atlas, as they have those new Atlesian Paladin mechs that General Ironwood brought in."

"I'll have Ironwood look into it. Is that all, young man?"

"…Thank you sir. For sending them to save me… and also allowing my kind to masquerade as humans. And for this upgraded suppression system as well," Valke says, fingering his necklace with his gloved hand. He looks out the window. "You know, I came here to get revenge, because I thought everyone but myself had secrets and intentions of ill-intent towards me. But now I know otherwise. I'll settle for my original purpose for tracking you down." He looks back at Ozpin. "Who the hell is Wilde? I've heard he's one of the last survivors of the project, and I saw a video in the ruins of what I assume is your lab."

"If you want to know who Wilde is, ask your teammate, Miss Blume. She has a very close relationship with him. He's her legal guardian." Valke laughs and turns to leave.

Valke returns to his team's dorm room, where Sara and Nick are staying. Isabel did indeed have cracked ribs and is in the infirmary right now. "Hey, what are you doing here?" Nick asks, since Valke still doesn't sleep in the dorm room.

"Can you leave? I have to talk to Sara. It will only be a short while." Nick nods and gets up to leave.

"What's up?" Sara asks.

"Your guardian, Wilde. Who is he? It's personal."

"General Wilde? He works for Atlas. He runs the Science and Technology Department. After my parents died soon after my birth, he adopted me. He's like my father. So I can't believe that he would have sent soldiers to kill you…"

"He was involved in the Reaper Project." She looks at Valke, not believing him. "Five years ago, on the day a group of Atlas soldiers came and killed my entire village except me, I found a video in some ruins. It showed Ozpin working on these devices, and he was talking to someone named Wilde, who completely disregarded the lives of the test subjects. It made me especially mad to see the video because the Reaper being experimented on was my mother. I finally understood why she was so different, mentally. She was mentally broken in the experiment, and Wilde completely disregarded her sacrifice, and countless others!"

"But… he's not a bad person…"

Valke looks at her with anguish in his eyes. "I can't trust you on that. But if he means that much to you, I won't kill him." He turns and leaves. Seeing Nick in the hallway, he takes a deep breath. "Nick, come here."

"Yeah?"

"In a few days, when Isabel gets out of the infirmary, come to the city, in the central square. Bring anybody who shows interest in why I'm so anti-social… except team CRDL. They're just a bunch of jerks." Valke walks away, thinking about what he had just gotten himself into.

The day Isabel got out was only two days before the Vytal Festival Tournament, and several hundred students from the other four schools had come to Beacon. He is in the city, at the central square where anybody could find him, since he wasn't sure where he wanted to go today. "Hey, Valke!" yells Sara.

He turns, and finds a much larger group than he expected. All of his team is there of course, and Velvet he expected, and Nora as well because she was pretty nosy. But also there are the rest of team JNPR, the girl in the beret, Coco, from team CFVY, team RWBY, and Glynda Goodwitch. Others include two people who team RWBY appears to have dragged along, a monkey Faunus and a boy in a red jacket with blue hair, and some students from Haven academy, a grey haired boy and a green haired, dark skinned girl.

Sighing, he knows right where to go with such a large amount of people. "Alright, follow me." He turns and heads toward a rundown, half abandoned part of town. He opens a door to an old warehouse, and ushers them inside, closing the door. Inside, it is pitch black until he flips a switch halfway across the warehouse. Inside is a training ring with several robots, as well as a few punching bags, training dummies shaped like humans, several targets for guns and archery, and an old martial arts training dummy, one of the wooden ones with the pegs sticking out, and a large stack of empty cans, plastic jugs, and cardboard cartons. But the most impressive thing is the collection of weapons. There are swords of nearly every variety, shields as well. A scythe, several spears and other pole arms, a staff, an old European lance, axes of all varieties, and a variety of odd weapons, such as chakrams and chained kama. Aside is a rack full of ranged weaponry, including throwing knives, several bows of different varieties, and several guns of all types, but mainly handguns, sniper rifles, and submachine guns.

"Wow. What is this place?" Sara asks.

"This is-" Valke begins to reply, but is cut off by a red flash, as Ruby dashes over to the weapons, immediately gushing over them.

"Ooh, there are so many weapons!" She browses quickly over the weapons, most of which are plain, but efficient, then goes over to the guns. She gasps, and then lists off the most customized ones: "That's a P90, and that's an MP-5, and a Bizon! And a PSG-1 and a Mosin Nagant! And an XM8 and a G-36, and a CAW shotgun. And that's a Mk-23 Socom…"

Valke looks back towards the rest of them. "This is where I stayed during the week I was out on a mission for Professor Ozpin. I had a bunch of weapons here already, so I converted it into a training gym. This is the only place I know where so many of us can fit and I can tell you all the entire story." He walks over to the ring, where there are several mats on the ground. He gestures for them to sit on the mats, and climbs into the ring, sitting over the edge facing them. "Ruby! If you don't want to miss the story, get over here! I'll give you a tour of whatever weapons you want later!" She dashes over to sit with the others. "Okay, now that that's done, I suppose it's story time. Well, first, you should all know that I've been alone since I was twelve, after corrupt Atlas soldiers killed everyone in my village and burned it to the ground for being less than human five years ago. Only one person ever came into my life after that. That was my late fiancée. We met two years ago, in a city in western Mistral. I was kind of a mercenary, and she was a pickpocket…

Valke is walking down a somewhat broken down street, dressed in a black long sleeve shirt, a purple vest with several pokets, and green camouflage pants. He has no gloves on, and wears black leather combat boots. A holster at his right hip holds a Five-seveN handgun, and a large knife is strapped to his belt on the right side. A smaller knife is on his chest, for his left hand, which he had emulated from Metal Gear Solid 3, a video game he had considerable skill in. On his back is a small pack with whatever supplies he hadn't used, and a few reusable supplies. He's returning from the outskirts of town, where he had been doing a job tracking down and exterminating a pack of Beowolves. He passes by one of the many alleyways, only about six blocks from his apartment, when he feels a slight touch on his right pocket, where a simple black leather wallet sticks out, ever so slightly, off place from where he had put it. He turns around, grabs the pickpocket's arm, and slams them against the nearby wall, pinning them there. He takes a look at the would-be pickpocket. She's a wolf Faunus with long moon white hair and ears. She has pale skin and a few scars and a bruise on her face. Dressed in rags, her skin is cold, especially considering that it's a fairly warm day. Valke sniffs, finding the faint scent of blood and alcohol staining her. Assuming that she doesn't drink because she can't afford it, combined with the other information, he assumes that there are probably some people pulling the strings here.

He releases her, flashing a small smirk. "I'm not going to hurt you. If you want a better chance at life, follow me." He walks off, and she reluctantly follows him. He pulls a grey cloak from his pack, handing it to her, which she takes immediately, putting it on and breathing in relief at the warmth it provides. A few minutes later, they arrive at where he wanted to go. He gestures her inside a spa, owned by an elderly couple who he had chased off some gangsters for. He pays them and the employees whisk the girl off for half an hour. Meanwhile, Valke is standing next to the window, facing inwards, looking at a mirror, using it to look at the street. He sees two men, who seem to have an interest in the spa. The taller one is thin and dressed in a long trench coat, with a cowboy hat, while the other one is of average height, grossly muscular, and wears a t-shirt and jeans. The girl is brought back out just after Valke commits every detail of the men to temporary memory. She is bathed and was given a haircut, revealing her greenish-yellow eyes, and giving her a somewhat stunning look. Valke looks away, towards the place the men had been standing, but they had moved.

Valke grabs the girls hand, thanks the employees, then walks out, toward a clothing shop owned by a man who had tried threatening Valke at first, until Valke roughed him up, and they became good friends. Valke looks at the girl. "Pick two sets of clothes. Price is irrelevant right now." He walks over to the counter, where his friend is working.

The friend has brown hair and brown eyes. "Hey Valke. Who's your guest?" he asks, eyeing her.

"Just a pickpocket I'm helping out." Valke glances outside. "Hey, are there two men outside watching us? One's tall, wearing a trench coat, thinks he's a cowboy, the other is overly muscular and dressed casually."

"Yup, looks like there's a pair of men fitting that description. Want them scared off?"

"No, it'll be fine. I may not look intimidating at first, but try saying that at the business end of a gun with a black eye."

The man laughs. "It certainly frightened me!"

The girl walks up, holding a blue long-sleeve shirt with a moon and stars on it, a plain pair of jeans, and a white leather belt. The other outfit is a skirt that probably goes down to about her knees, and another long-sleeve shirt, both light blue. She also has a jacket with a hood, which is white with yellow accents, a pack of white socks, a pair of sneakers, and two sets of underwear (I'm NOT describing these). She's almost falling over because of the amount of stuff she's carrying. Chuckling, Valke walks over and takes half of the clothes, then places them on the counter. His friend rings them all up.

"That'll be 200 Lien, with a good Samaritan's discount," he says, smiling.

"Gods, clothes really cost a lot don't they? I haven't bought clothes in forever…" He hands over several Lien cards, grabs the three large bags, then heads for the door. "See you later Alex!"

Valke, holding the girl's hand again, walks the remaining ten blocks to his apartment, his original destination. He enters the large building, and enters the elevator. He pushes the fourth story button. On the fourth floor, he walks all the way to the end of the right hallway, then enters the door on his left. Inside is a small kitchen, with a refrigerator and freezer unit, electric stove, a microwave, and a sink of course. A small table sits just outside the kitchen. Past the table is a room with a bed, a large TV, a desk and a chair, a sliding door leading to a balcony, and a small closet. Next to the bed is a door leading to a bathroom. Under the TV is a DVD player, several game systems, and a large collection of games. On the desk is a monitor, hooked up to a powerful gaming computer. Valke waves his guest over to the table, and then puts the bags on the seemingly unused bed. He walks to the kitchen, where he pulls out a plastic container, which he then puts in the microwave for a few minutes. Meanwhile, he goes to the closet, takes off his weapon, puts them on the desk, then takes off his vest, hangs it up, then changes his shirt to a purple t-shirt. The microwave finishes, and he move back to the kitchen, pulling out two bowls. He fills them with soup from the container.

"Here," he says, placing a bowl in front of the girl, along with a spoon. "This is leftover from last night. Sorry it's not freshly cooked, but I figured this was the best choice for now. She takes a sip, then eats with gusto, finishing it off instantly. "I guess that means it was pretty good, huh?" Valke laughs. "It's getting dark. Any time you want to go to sleep, you can use the bed. I don't use it." She looks guilty, and somewhat cautious. "I get it. You don't trust me. But I'm a lot better option than those guys who were following us, right?" She nods. "Anyways, I have to go turn in a job. I'll be back soon." As he walks out, he thinks: "She hasn't said a single word yet… Is she a mute?"

Outside, he calls someone. "Yeah, it's me. I finished the job, but something came up. Just wire the payment to my account… Thanks." He hangs up, then climbs up the tall building adjacent to his apartment room. On the roof, he sits down and waits pulling out a small throwing knife. He sets a custom made scroll on the roof next to him, then starts spinning the knife with his left hand, flipping it between his fingers, tapping the blade to spin it back and forth, sometimes toward his knuckles, sometimes to his fingertips. As the patterns get more complex, he starts flipping his hand over, still juggling the knife. Several minutes pass by, when the scroll starts to vibrate. Immediately stopping the knife, he pockets it and the scroll, then pulls out a grapple hook from a hidden storage closet on a nearby AC. He throws it, and it lands perfectly on the balcony to the apartment above his. He grips the rope, then slides down to his balcony door, which he had secretly opened before he had left. He lets go of the rope at the precise place which would allow him to roll into his apartment. Doing this, he takes out the knife, and stabs it into a boot, piercing the foot inside, and pinning it to the floor. As Valke stands up, he elbows the wannabe cowboy, then grabs the revolver at the thug's waist, aiming it at the muscle-man. As he pulls back the hammer on the guns, he grapples one-handed with the cowboy, which results in Valke holding him in a choke hold.

"Stop right there. I won't hesitate to shoot should you so much as sneeze," Valke threatens the other intruder.

"Who… are … you…?" the cowboy asks. Valke tightens his grip.

"Look, Jim. I'm gonna call you Jim, by the way. Jim, this is my apartment. Who I AM doesn't matter. What does is that you are trespassing, and I have an understanding with the local police chief, alright? So you and Muscles over there can shut up and go down peacefully, injured, or dead." He looks at 'Muscles'. "So, what will it be?"

Muscles charges, drawing a machete. "Basta-"

Valke responds by kicking an empty game case in the air, knocking the machete into a wall, then knocks out 'Jim'. He then rushes over to his desk, where his weapons still lay, and grabs the long knife. Drawing it, it is revealed to be a matte black combat knife, with no serration and is mainly one-sided, with a small false edge, and blood channels for quick stabbing. As Muscles tries to dislodge his blade, Valke runs up, then slams him in the gut, easily transmitting his power through the iron muscles of the ruffian. He then spins, slashing open a long wound along the forearm of the man's right arm. Valke walks over to the man, who is now on the ground, in pain. He slowly steps on the man's left knee, gradually applying more pressure.

Valke pulls out his scroll. "Let's see if the police will save you before I crush your knee." He dials the emergency services and requests a police vehicle to pick up two criminals guilty of breaking and entering.

A few minutes away from permanently crippling the man's knee, a police siren arrives outside the building, and a minute later there is a knock at the door. "You got lucky, punk." He kicks the man unconscious. He walks over to the door. "Hello officer. You can stow your weapons. They're out cold. I'll help you move them to your vehicle."

Valke does so, and when he returns, he sees his guest is awake. "Shoot." He looks at her. "How long have you been awake?"

She stares at him, and just before he turns away to clean the blood, she responds: "Since you had the gun aimed at the big muscle guy." Her voice is quiet, and somewhat broken sounding, but at the same time, very vibrant.

"Hey, you talk!" Valke walks over to her smiling. "You're not scared?"

She shakes her head. "No. If you took them out, you can probably protect me, right?" She looks away. "They picked on me for being a Faunus. I couldn't stop them. They would beat me, get drunk, then beat me even more. They say they're from a gang from the capital."

Valke pats her on the head. "Well, I can't just leave you to the sharks, can I? I'll protect you from anything I can. And feel free to stay as long as you like." He walks over to the bathroom, deciding to take a shower.

After the shower, he walks out, a towel around his waist. He walks over to the closet and rummages around for some clothes. "Like what you see?" He teases as he turn around, having pulled out a pair of underpants, a dark red shirt and a pair of grey sweat pants.

"Eep!" The girl looks away, a blush visible on her face in the moonlight streaming in from the open sliding door.

Chuckling, Valke walks back into the bathroom to change, emerging a minute later. He walks over to the balcony, and is about to step outside when he hears a mumble. Turning around, he asks: "What was that?"

"Can you sleep with me?"

It's Valke's turn to blush, as he looks away. "Um… that's a little uncomfortable for me."

She blushes as well. "I don't mean in the bed. Just stay in here. Please?"

Sighing, Valke nods his head. "Fine, though that's not the problem. I'll find some way to fall asleep in here, though I typically sleep outside." He pulls a chair from the dining area, and places it next to the bed. He sits down and a few minutes later, the girl falls asleep after crawling closer to Valke. "I never got her name did I? Oh well, I'll find out tomorrow." And he slowly falls asleep, a rare occurrence for him indoors.

The next day, Valke wakes up to find the girl hugging his arm. "I don't remember the chair being so close to the bed." Sure enough, he had moved the chair in his sleep. He shakes the girl. "Hey, wake up. Wake up. Wake up!" Startled, she jerks awake, and jumps away from him until remembering where she is. "I never caught your name yesterday. Will you tell me now?"

"I- it's Selyn. Nice to meet you…?"

Valke face-palms. "Of course! Sorry. I'm Valke. Nice to meet you Selyn." He gets up to brush his teeth, and generally get prepared for the day. He walks out to find Selyn getting dressed. They make eye contact, and he quickly steps back into the bathroom closing the door. "Sorry!"

A few minutes later, she knocks and says: "I'm dressed now."

Valke exits to see her wearing the jeans and the night sky patterned shirt. He walks over to the kitchen for breakfast. "What do you want to eat?" She shrugs, so he just pulls out a jug of milk and two bowls with spoons, then some cereal. He eats quickly while she savors it. He loads the bowl and spoon into the dishwasher and walks over to the bed, where he sits at the foot of it, then starts up his Playstation 2 system. The game starts up, playing a peaceful classical style piece of music." He selects the 'Load Game' option, then selects the third file. She walks over.

"What's this?" Selyn asks, looking at the TV. He is fighting a mob of black, stubby monsters with glowing yellow eyes and antennae.

"A game called Kingdom Hearts 2, one of my favorite games out there. Wanna try playing?" She nods, so he gives a quick tutorial on the basic buttons and attack options.

"So, now you all know the beginning. Let's take a break. Who wants to spar?" Almost everyone raises their hand. "Alright then, decide who's first." Weiss steps up. "Okay… let's see here…" He walks over to the weapon rack and pulls out a rapier as Weiss calls her locker from Beacon. He returns to the ring, assuming a ready stance, feet apart, right shoulder facing Weiss, the blade held out diagonally, the tip at the height of Valke's eye.

Guest: I won't be creating pairings using characters from the original series, especially with Valke. If you'd like, I'll make a side story that is a collection of alternate universe stories for my story, but don't expect any smut or lemons or whatever. Not for at least two years. I have no experience with that stuff at all.

The Burning Ruler: Thanks a lot! It'll probably be a happy ending because so far I have one vote for each side, but I have one more friend to ask, who'll probably vote happy. Do I really write well? 'Cause I didn't learn to actually write until fourth grade because before that I went to a special school. :) (By the way, everybody check out his stories, such as RWBY: a Demon's Life, cause he's really good at writing, and he pairs his character with characters from the series.) [By the way, I'm gonna basically borrow your character for my team's Vytal Festival Tournament match.]