Nora's bare skin, red with blush, went even redder as Weiss rushed across the small room toward her. The white-haired girl's strides had her face to face with Nora in moments, pale tongue running over her lips as she surveyed the muscular frame in front of her. Weiss' hearing was filled with a booming 'thud thud' with the pace steadily increasing. Her abdomen contracted painfully, vicious hunger that she had never felt before. Weiss reached out a shaking hand, running her fingertips across Nora's pale skin at her side. The red-head gasped at the touch, her eyes remaining fixed on Weiss'.
"W-Weiss, what are you doing?" Nora asked quietly, as her mouth got closer to those of the hungry heiress. "I never knew you… Liked this kind of thing." Weiss closed her eyes, leaning closer until her lips brushed against Nora's. Weiss could feel the other girl's expectant breath, all the while, a trickle of her own blood ran down the back of her throat as her scalpel-sharp fangs pushed further through the gums. There was no more waiting, no more hesitating. Pressure built behind her eyes, the desire to tear skin and flesh to sate her hunger.
She opened her eyes, her normally pale blue irises now grimm-red and her pupils now feline in appearance.
"You're nothing but a tool to satisfy my desire," replied Weiss, moving her mouth down to Nora's neck, pressing her lips to the skin softly. Nora's neck muscles tensed at the contact, her skin heating up in stark contrast to Weiss' natural cold.
"Okay," Nora breathed. "Do whatever you want. I can't say I haven't thought about it."
"I'll take you up on that." With a click, Weiss' fangs descended to their full length. With inhuman strength and speed, Weiss bent Nora backward, her fangs disappearing into the tough muscle and malleable arterial wall. Unpracticed technique made it messy as blood forced its way past the poor seal of her mouth, spraying her face with blood. Her prey never screamed, never had the chance before she was forced to the floor. It was only moments before she felt a gentle pounding on the side of her leg; some last vestiges of resistance struggling to get the beast away from her. Weiss readjusted, biting down harder and harder. Each push came with a rush of sweet, metallic flavour pouring down her throat. Every time she swallowed the liquid life, the headache receded, the hunger felt sated, and red markings appeared all over her body. The markings of a true grimm.
It wasn't long before Weiss felt full, her body devoid of unholy desires. She dropped Nora, the other girl's head hitting the rug with a soft thud. Her eyes had glazed over, completing the look of terror on her face. The heiress rose; using her knitted jumper to wipe the splatterings of blood from her face. She shot a quick look down at the carnage she had created; a friend lying on her back with greyed skin and a neck now unrecognisable. The wound was a mess, torn tendons sticking out from between the flaps of shredded muscle and eviscerated veins.
"No… not again," she cried as the bloodlust lifted from her mind. She dropped to the floor once more, checking for a pulse and finding barely the weak 'thud' of a working heart. She was, however, still breathing, which Weiss felt immensely thankful for; there was still a chance that a death would not be on her conscience. She pulled her scroll from her back pocket, dialling emergency services before stopping halfway through and setting the call to 'anonymous.' It took five rings before anyone picked up, and lowering her voice as much as she could, Weiss simply told them to come quickly, relaying the room number only once before hanging up.
Weiss ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. The guilt hadn't even set in yet, nor the gravity of what she had actually done. She'd become, if only for a moment, one of the beasts that the school, that she, had sworn to hunt and kill. Weiss had all but killed a girl she considered a friend in some animalistic rage, and what was worst; she was going to run from it, with all of her might. As heiress to the Schnee dust corporation, she could never be tied with an act such as what she'd just done. And no one could ever find out about her birthright.
Weiss waited with Nora for as long as she could, making sure that she was still breathing right up until she heard the paramedics running up the hallway toward the room, at which point she made a break for the window, and from there; the roof. She discarded her now blood-soaked jumper, stashing it in the inner workings of an air conditioner, and then made her way back to her room as nonchalantly as possible.
When she got back to her room, Weiss found Yang, Ren and, much to her surprise, Professor Ozpin standing in the hallway talking. Yang was the first to spot her, waving her over. Weiss could see the sad look on her face and instantly knew that she had seen Nora.
"What's going on here?" Weiss asked calmly, years of lying about her nature being put to the test.
"It's… It's Nora. It looks like she was attacked by… something," Yang explained, putting an arm around a terrified looking Ren.
"I don't understand? Was it a grimm or what?"
"That matter is still undetermined, Miss Schnee. But rest assured that we are going to do everything in our power to help Miss Valkyrie," said Ozpin in his typical monotone expression. His steaming mug of coffee was oddly missing this time, which made Weiss very uneasy.
"I-Is she going to be okay?" Ren all but whispered to the headmaster. Ozpin placed a hand gently on his shoulder, his aura bursting with warmth.
"I'm not going to lie to you; she's quite obviously lost a lot of blood. But I do think we got here in time and that she'll eventually make a full recovery. I promise," he told him, the corner of his lip turning upwards in a smile. "In the meantime, I need you all to swear not to mention this to anyone but your team mates. Do you understand?" The three of them accepted the terms, mostly due to the fact that they were still in a state of shock more than actual understanding of what he was saying. Ozpin smiled once more, his eyes showing the concern that they wanted, before turning and leaving. Weiss watched him go as Yang led Ren inside their room, offering him all sorts of things to take his mind off what had happened. Weiss wanted to tell them, to tell all of them that it was her fault. But her mouth remained closed, and yet she could still feel the unmistakable pressure of her fangs pressing against the roots of her normal teeth, and the taste of copper coating the inside of her cheek.
Weiss went inside, only to find Ren passed out on Blake's bed and Yang rubbing the bridge of her nose.
"He was starting to go into hysterics, so I put him to sleep for a few hours," Yang explained, not even bothering to wait for the inevitable question. "But you know what Weiss? I don't care what Ozpin says, I'm going to find this thing, and tear it's windpipe from its body and make a flute with it." Yang's eyes had changed to red, just like Weiss' had for that one bloody moment.
"I hope you get the chance Yang. Whatever it was deserves to die for what it's done," replied Weiss as her fingernails cut into her palm. The only penance she could think of at the time. "And somehow I know it's going to pay. One way or the other."