Wow. I seriously did not mean to make this one-shot so long. It just kind of happened. Uh, so more and more I've thought that Yang and Varimas should actually be a couple, so I just wrote this. As usual this one-shot takes place sometime in Broken Wings, most likely post chapter 12, but does not need to be read to get the full story of Broken Wings since Varimas and Yang will fall in love in BW normally. This is just... I dunno, a thing. Alright hope you enjoy!
WARNING:Mention of rape in this chapter. This is not a lemon of any sort, but if you are triggered by situations that involve kidnapping or implied rape then please refrain from reading this chapter. I thank you for your continued support and promise I'll have a different more light hearted one-shot up soon enough!
My Demonic Protector
"Here we are! Club Cosmos!" Yang stated proudly as she, the rest of team RWBY, Varimas, and Wrath all drew close to a massive building which was illuminated by bright neon lights that seemed to light the entire street in their rainbow colored glow. "Just opened last week and it's already the most popular place in town!"
"Remind me why we're all here again?" Wrath quietly asked, his normally brightly glowing eyes now only resonating a dull blue light, perfectly conveying his dislike of the entire situation. He normally would have just declined to even come, but the moment that he heard that Blake was being forced along as well he resigned himself to his fate.
"We're here because I'm meeting my date here, duh!" Yang reasoned, adjusting her hair as she sauntered down the street towards the extravagant club. More than one man turned to look in her direction to not so discretely ogle at the blonde, and some were even single!
"Let me rephrase that. Why did we have to come here with you?" Wrath pressed, rolling his eyes under his hood as he crossed his arms, much in the same way a child would when confronted by a parent.
"Because! I might be going on a date but that doesn't mean that I can't be bringing my favorite people along for the ride!" Yang explained, throwing her arms proudly into the air as they finally arrived outside the club. "After all, you all need to loosen up, and I just happen to know that a club like this is the perfect way to do it!"
"What exactly are teenage girls fed in this world to make them so nonsensical?" The Death Knight spat, kicking a loose stone on the pavement, watching as the rock flew down a small alley.
"Mmm..." Varimas hummed, seemingly agreeing with his friend, though it was hard to tell due to his face being obscured by his mask, as it usually was. Something was off about him tonight though. The vibe he gave off was not one of a pleasant nature, which was why all but Wrath seemed to be keeping quite a bit of distance between them and the warlock.
Even Ruby seemed saddened by the situation that her elder sister was dragging her into. She never understood why Yang was so insistent on making her come on these dates. Every single time it would end with Ruby falling asleep with her head on the table while Yang and the man of the hour would spend practically all night talking about random stuff.
Yang always claimed that it was so Ruby would acquire experience that she could use in her own love life. But she did not need experience! The only two guys she ever even held any sort of sustained conversation with were Jaune and of course Prince Anduin, and Pyrrha had serious claim over Jaune. Anduin was certainly a different story, but Ruby just spoke with him honestly. Not all of this 'date talk' Yang always told her to learn.
"No offense Yang, but I wanted to loosen up I would be on a beanbag in the library right now with a book and a big mug of tea." Blake said, her attention completely captured by her scroll, which flashed through her digital library. Even if she would be forced to go to this club, that did not mean she would be without her books damn it!
"Yeah well that's the boring kind of loosening up!" Yang replied, spinning around to meet her faunus friend with a wide smile. "I'm talkin' the in your face awesome time kinda fun!"
"Yang, just a question?" Weiss interrupted from the back of the group, sticking her hand up above her head in an attempt to be noticed by her friend.
"Yeah, sup Ice Queen?" Yang asked, turning to face the white haired heiress.
"Where exactly did you meet this guy again?" Weiss inquired, the suspicion in her voice quite evident. She certainly had never hard of this guy until a few hours ago, and Yang was usually one to flaunt her current relationship status on her sleeve, and if you did not know about a boy she liked then it usually just meant you were not paying enough attention.
"Oh, Jack? I met him on DustBook!" Yang exclaimed proudly, before falling silent as she looked over the gathered faces of her friends, which were a mix of astonishment, and confusion, at least from the Azerothians. They of course looked like Yang had said something completely esoteric. "What? What's with the looks?"
Weiss was the first to break out of the shock induced trance, pitting her hands on her hips and leaning towards her blonde teammate she began yelling, "Your meeting a guy, who you met on the Internet, in a nightclub?!"
"Yeah, so?" Yang asked in a voice that clearly portrayed just how little she thought of the whole situation. When her friends only opened their mouths wider in response she crossed her arms. "Oh c'mon! Don't worry about it! I saw his picture and I talked to him on the phone more than once! Alls good people!"
"If you say so..." Blake muttered, though her eyes betrayed her true stance on the situation. Of course she thought it was a bad idea, but Yang was a big girl. She could take care of herself, and they would all be at the club should things go horribly wrong.
"I know so!" Yang confidently replied, completely missing the look that her friend had given her. "Now come on, lets get in there before all the good games are taken!"
"Games?" Ruby perked up, the gloomy expression that once dominated the face of the young reaper replaced with one of hope of potential excitement.
"Yeah! This place ain't just a nightclub Rubes, it's an arcade too!" Yang explained, pointing at one of the windows of the nightclub, where there were indeed a host of different game cabinets, with a good few of them being played by couples or even groups of people.
"An arcade?!" Ruby cried out in sheer joy. Here she had thought she would be forced to endure a night filled with boring 'date' talk between her sister and some guy, but there was an arcade! She was saved!
"Yeah, pretty neat huh?" The blonde sister confirmed, staring inside the nightclub as she spoke with giddy anticipation. "At first you go for the drinks, and then end up staying for the games!"
Ruby had grabbed Weiss' arm and was in the nightclub before anyone could think to stop her.
"Well this club is completely packed." Blake observed, scanning the sea of people that was packed into the club, with some parts of the crowd so closely packed together that one would have to push through a garden of shoulders and elbows to navigate though the club. "How're you going to find this guy in all this?"
"We're meeting over at that booth over-..."
"Yang? Yang Xiao Long?" A voice said, interrupting the blonde. When she turned to face it's source her face lit up with excitement. Before her stood a young human man. His hair was a light dirty blonde color, and was slicked back, with quite a bit of it hidden under a black fedora, which seemed to be there solely to compliment the simple grey shirt and black pants he also wore.
"Jack!" Yang exclaimed, rushing over to embrace the young man in a friendly hug, though she nearly knocked him down in the process. Thankfully both were able to stay up. Yang backed off after the hug, sticking her thing up in the air as she grinned widely. "Hey man, wassup!"
"Hey, Uh-... Wow." The man, evidently named Jack, replied as he stared over at Yang with a slacked jaw.
"You doin' alright?" Yang asked, propping one hand on her hip.
"Oh, yes! Yes, I'm fine! Just... You look even better than you did in the pictures..." Jack said as his eyes seemed to crawl all over Yang's form, taking in every last detail about the blonde brawler.
"Well thanks, you ain't a bad lookin' guy either!" Yang complimented, completely missing the stare that she was being given. Jabbing her thumb back behind her at her friends she began to name them off. "These're my friends, Blake, Wrath, and Varimas."
"It's a pleasure to meet you all." Jack said with an awkward little wave and a nervous smile. Blake narrowed her eyes at this. Jack seemed to be awfully nervous about this whole date, even more so now that they had all been introduced as Yang's friends.
"My little sis and another friend are here too but they're in the arcade." Yang continued, putting a hand to her forehead and narrowing her eyes as she scanned the crowds of people crammed in the arcade in a no doubt futile effort to locate the red hood of her sister or Weiss' white hair.
"Well I'd love to meet them as well, but let's go get some drinks first." Jack suggested, prompting Yang to stop her search, knowing that Ruby would not be out of that crowd for a few hours, at least until she ran out of lien to spend or Weiss dragged her out kicking and screaming.
"Sure! Let's go!" She agreed, before letting Jack link her arm in his own, before they strolled off into the dance and drinking area of the club, leaving Blake and the two blood elves standing awkwardly at the entrance like children who had lost their way in a mall.
Wrath silently glanced over at Varimas who seemed to be enjoying the events unfolding before him about as much as he would enjoy being stabbed in the gut, at least if his crossed arms and flaming shoulders were anything to go off of.
"...You're on fire." Wrath muttered as he launched a small blast of chillingly icy wind in Varimas' direction, extinguishing the felflames that had threatened to overcome the warlock's entire body.
"Oh, thanks." Varimas replied after quick glance at his singed shoulders, patting out the few smoking areas remaining. Soon though his eyes located a small out of the way booth devoid of any occupants. Just what they needed. Or at least just what he needed. "Come on, let go sit down. I don't want to stand at the entrance like a dope all night."
Both Wrath and Blake nodded in agreement before following their friend over to the table.
Meanwhile Yang and Jack had made their way up to the bar, where an older gentleman stood wiping down a small collection of beer mugs with an old rag that looked like it had passed it's prime some time ago, haphazardly tossing any finished glasses back onto the shelf to be used once more. He certainly looked like be belonged more in an old timey pub, not a modern club.
"Heyo! What can I get fer the two of ye?" The bar tender asked. His voice immediately made Yang's eyes widen considerably. He sounded exactly like all those strange short guys in Azeroth who drank too much!
"What do you want Yang?" Jack asked as he leaned against the bar table, gazing up at the plethora of choices available to them. There were drinks that he had not even heard of listed up on the board, and that was certainly saying something.
"Ooh, Strawberry Sunrise!" Yang immediately called out when she spotted her favorite drink on the menu.
"Sure thing." Jack internally let out a sigh of relief. At least she wanted something that he knew about. After a few seconds he turned to bartender, who was waiting patiently on the both of them. "One Strawberry Sunrise and a... Grimm Lagar please."
"Comin' right up!" The bartender exclaimed with a hearty chuckle before turning his back to Yang and Jack, making their drinks with an almost blinding amount of speed. It was certainly now clear as crystal why this single man could handle the entirety of the bar.
"Why don't you go find us a game to play?" Jack suggested, pointing over at the arcade, still as packed with people as it had been when they had all first arrived. "I'll bring our drinks on over."
"You got it!" Yang said with a wave. She had disappeared into the throngs of bodies only a few moments larder.
"Here'yare son, one Strawberry Sunrise and one Grimm Lagar." The bartender said as he put both drinks on the table with a light tapping sound, pushing them towards Jack. "Last Lagar we got until the shipment comes in tomorrow, it's yer lucky day!"
"Hey, I just consider myself lucky to be on a date with such a beautiful girl." Jack responded, handing the bartender the required lien to pay for the drinks before taking one of each into his hands, backing slowly away from the table with a smile on his face.
"Oh, one of them romantics are ye? Well, best of luck to ye lad!" The bartender called with a friendly wave before turning back to his work.
"Thank you sir!" Jack exclaimed before turning around away from the bar before letting a small white pill hidden in between his fingers drop into the Strawberry Sunrise with a nearly inaudible plop. It dissolved into the drink only a few moments later, leaving no visible trace of it's existence. "Thank you very much..."
"One Strawberry Sunrise miss Xiao Long!" Jack exclaimed as he held up the aforementioned drink in the direction of his date, who was standing atop a small platform with colored arrows on it's surface.
"Oh nice! Thanks!" Yang happily replied as she turned away from a large screen in front of her and accepted the drink, marveling at how perfectly it had been made. "You even got the little umbrella!"
"Of course. A Strawberry Sunrise just isn't a Strawberry Sunrise without one!" Jack said as he jumped over the railing that separated he and Yang, landing on the other set of colored arrows with grace.
"You just earned a hundred Yang rep for that comment." Yang laughed before taking a large sip of the Strawberry Sunrise, all while Jack watched as the drink slithered down her throat with a victorious grin on his face.
Perfect.
"So what's this game?" Jack asked, the smirk from before vanishing almost just as quickly as it had first appeared, just in time for Yang to glance over in his direction. "I've never seen it before."
"Seriously?!" She cried in mock horror, leaning against the railing that separated the platform that she stood on with the ground a few inches below. "How can you not have heard of Dust Dance Revolution before?"
Jack gave his date a lighthearted shrug and an apologetic smile. "Sorry."
"You've been missing out." Yang exclaimed, stopping to take another rather large sip from her drink before grinning proudly and jabbing a thumb against her chest. "I'm a freakin' pro at this! Even my little sister can't beat me at it!"
"Maybe you can show me how it works then?" Jack asked, earning an exaggerated nod from the blodne.
"Gladly." Yang took one last sip of her drink, leaving about half for when she was done, cracked her knuckles together and began the game, quickly selecting a song and difficulty level before beginning her dance.
"Yang certainly looks as if shes having fun." Blake said as she looked up from the digital book that she and Wrath had been sharing. In plain view was Yang, who was happily twirling around like a maniac on some sort of dancing game, with Jack watching in what appeared to be admiration.
"Well who can blame her. This is her natural habitat after all." Wrath replied, watching the occupants of the room as they went about partying. There was certainly no shortage of unique people populating the room, that was for sure.
There was a small group of teenagers being lead around by a hyper purple haired teen with red eyes, who seemed as if she were just seeing what the club had to offer for the very first time. Wrath chuckled as he watched her. She reminded him of Ruby in a way.
In an adjacent table from Blake and the Azerothian's two figures sat across from each other, both wearing hoods attached to pure black robes. Judging by the authority that danced in their yellow eyes it was obvious they were not people to be taken lightly.
Realizing that he had been staring for far too long, Wrath made to turn back to reading the book which Blake had turned back to long ago. Before he could though he noticed something out of the very corner of his eye.
"Varimas?" Wrath asked apprehensively as he watched his friend, who's head was tilted towards Yang and her date. When he did speak up though, the Warlock snapped his gaze over to meet that of the Death Knight's, though any expression present was hidden by his mask as usual.
"What?!..."
"Are you crushing the glass in your hand for a reason or?..." Wrath trailed off as Varimas glanced down to see he was indeed holding onto his cup with enough pressure that it was beginning send small cracks through the entire glass. "Var... Is this about Yang?"
"What's it matter?" Varimas spat back defensively, perhaps even a bit too defensively. Wrath noticed this immediately and leaned on his elbows, staring directly into Varimas' mask.
"Do you not like her date or-..."
"I'm going outside." Varimas suddenly interrupted, sliding what was left of his glass across the table before pulling himself to his feet, stalking out of the club in what felt like seconds.
"Wait! Varimas!" Wrath called out, but it was already much too late. Varimas was long gone, out into the nightlife of Vale. Sighing loudly he turned back to the scroll he and Blake were sharing. "Well alright then..."
Around half an hour after beginning her game Yang suddenly seemed to lack the coordination to even beat the first level anymore. It had started as only a misstep or two, resulting in a few points lost in her final score. Now though? Now she could barely even stand up straight.
"Hey Jack... I don't... I don't feel so good..." Yang muttered as she leaned against the game's railing with one arm, her other hand pressed against her forehead. Was her vision was beginning to blur?
"Uh oh... Uh. Well let's get you to a seat!" Jack sputtered as he desperately looked around the crowded room for something that could serve as a bench for Yang, who was still attempting to get her bearings on the platform of the dancing game.
"No... No... I just... Need some fresh air..." She reasoned, carefully stepping off of the dancing platform and into Jack's waiting arms. Why was she suddenly so worn out? She had been bursting with energy!
"Good idea! Come on, let me help you out." Yang nodded and leaned on Jack for support as he began helping her out of the club. Unfortunately about halfway out of the club Yang's foot clipped against one of the many arcade cabinets they were passing. Normally it would have sent her into a fall, but thankfully Jack was there to catch her before she impacted the ground.
The next thing she knew she felt like she was suspended in the air. Looking down though she saw that she was not floating, but instead was being carried out of the club in Jack's arms.
It had happened so quickly. Not even fighting could sap her energy with such speed. How could doing something as simple as a dancing game wear her out so much? Something was not right. Not at all.
That was when she risked a glance up and saw the sickening leer directed at her and with an inaudible gasp and a knot in her stomach, the debilitated brawler finally realized exactly what she had gotten herself into.
One of the last sights Yang saw before being carried out of the club was Ruby, happily playing some random arcade game, completely ignorant to the sigh behind her. Lifting a weak and shaky arm in her sisters direction Yang could only find it in herself to mutter two words. "Ruby... Help..."
"You two saw that right?..." Weiss, who had escaped from Ruby a few minutes beforehand, asked Wrath and Blake as all three watched as Yang was carried out bridal style of the very same door that Varimas had left from, into the dark unknown of the city.
"Yeah. That wasn't at all like Yang." Blake added, shutting off her scroll and stuffing it into her pocket. She did not even attempt to hide the suspicious look on her face. Something about this whole situation screamed foul play, and she did not like it one bit.
"Maybe shes feeling sick? I did see her leaning against that railing before they left." Weiss reasoned, half hoping to convince her friends that Yang was fine, and half to convince herself of the same thought. In the back of her mind though she knew it was futile.
"Maybe... But something about this just isn't sitting right with me..." Blake explained, leaning against her chair as she gazed down at a small cheap electronic candle on the table, serving as its singular decoration. "He carried her out like she was a rag doll, not a sick date..."
"Wait..." Wrath muttered as he pulled himself from his chair and strolled over to the game Yang and Jack had been playing,retrieved the still half full glass of Strawberry Sunrise and brought it back to the table, staring at the liquid sloshing around inside with suspicion. "Hey Weiss..."
"What?"
"You were bragging earlier today how your nail polish changes colors whenever it comes into contact with certain chemicals right?" Wrath asked, earning a nod from Weiss before he continued. "Were you being serious when you were saying all those things?"
"Yeah, the date rape drug, so?" Weiss asked, falling into silence for a few seconds before her eyes slowly began to widen as she realized what Wrath was insinuating. "Wait... You aren't actually suggesting?..."
"Tell me Weiss..." The Death Knight muttered as he swirled the liquid around in the cup idly, though his eyes never left Weiss. "Do you think Yang, strange though she may be, would be foolish enough to leave in the arms of a strange man if she were in her right mind?"
With that Wrath held the glass out towards the heiress, who reached over and jammed three of her fingers into the drink without hesitation. Her breath caught in her throat when all three nails began to turn black in only seconds. It was laced, laced with something strong. "Oh God... Oh God no..."
"We need to find Yang Now..." Blake spoke up as she stood up, drawing Gambol Shroud before turning to the door. "That guy probably has a few minutes worth of distance on us already."
"Right! You and Wrath go on ahead! I'll find Ruby and we'll catch up!" Weiss ordered before pulling out her scroll, beginning to frantically dial Ruby's number with unsteady hands.
Blake gave her teammate a nod before she and Wrath ran for the entrance, their weapons ready to carve through anything that got in their way.
Varimas let out a soft curse in Thalassian as he kicked the very rock that Wrath had kicked earlier that night out of the alley. He knew that he was acting like a child, and he would neither be surprised nor blame anyone who called him out on such behavior.
But seeing Yang acting so 'friendly' with that man? There was no way around the truth there. It made him angry, watching her hug him as he stared down at her, and Varimas could easily tell that it was not her face or clothes that Jack was staring at.
Why had the others not said anything at that? Were they just attempting to remain friendly with the man? Did they even see it at all? Was he perhaps the only one who even noticed?
His thoughts were suddenly broken when he heard something. Tilting his head towards the street he focused, and soon realized the sound resembled a strained voice. When he did look out he saw a sight that made him sick to his stomach.
There was Jack, carrying Yang away from the club in a bridal fashion, looking smug as anything, as if carrying away some prize. Varimas growled, that's probably exactly what he thought too. That Yang was just some prize.
Varimas nearly launched a fireball at the two of them right there. Was Yang really so stupid? So loose even? Varimas had always pegged her to be a party girl, but this was just a level that he never thought she would ever stoop to. Apparently he was wrong.
If only he could have heard what Yang and Jack were discussing.
"Why?... Jack... Why are you... Doing this?..." Yang asked as she gazed up at her date, desperately attempting to remain conscious. She was not going to let him do what he wanted without a fight.
"Why? Easy. Look at you. The moment I laid eyes on you on DustBook I knew I had to have you... I'd be an idiot to let someone like you..." Jack chuckled before licking his lips loudly, a drop of saliva falling from the tip of his tongue and onto Yang's cheek. "Go to waste..."
"You... But you were so... Nice..."
"Yeah, sorry to burst your bubble; it's called acting honey." Jack replied as he finally arrived at a large van, it's surface painted a pitch black. He suddenly let his grip on Yang loosen, causing her to fall to the ground headfirst with a grunt of pain and a rapidly forming bruise on her forehead.
Varimas froze when he saw this as a knot began to form in his stomach. What he was witnessing was not consensual. Not at all.
After a few seconds of fumbling with his keys Jack finally got the sliding door to his van open and turned back to Yang's limp form. He bent down and gently picked her up before laying her halfway into the van, leaving her legs dangling out out the entrance.
Yang felt her heart drop when she looked around the interior of the vehicle. Strewn about the van were various objects that Yang could only describe as tools of torture. What was more sickening however was that none of then were clean. Nearly every single one was stained red in a coat of dried blood.
Gathering what remained of her courage, she turned to her leering kidnapper and summoned the best glare she could muster as she whispered softly. "I'll kill... You for... This..."
"Yang honey, you aren't in a position to kill anyone, now do us both a favor and shut your goddamn mouth." Jack explained before reaching over and looping a finger between Yang's hips and the waistband her shorts, giving the brawler one last victorious grin before beginning to pull the article of clothing away from its wearer.
Before he could get too far however Yang gathered all her energy and launched her leg up with a loud battlecry, nailing Jack between the legs, causing him to stumble back in pain and let out a loud string of curses before glaring darkly at Yang with tear filled eyes.
"Argh!... Stupid Bitch!" Jack cried as he stomped over and slammed his open palm against Yang's cheek, causing her head to slam into the side of the van, opening a rather large gash on her forehead.
Before she could recover from the first blow Jack grabbed ahold of her and picked her up, before slamming her against the ground roughly, opening another gash on the back of her head. "This is happening whether you like it or not!"
Yang gasped as she felt his finger enter her and tried to launch her arm up to punch her date, but found her arms nearly useless. Only her fingers could move now. If she could will herself to focus enough aura into her gauntlets she would at least be able to escape temporarily. The moment Jack caught her though he would no doubt destroy the weapons, which would simultaneously eliminate any hope of escape.
Just at that moment however, as hope seemed to be fading, Yang let her head roll to the side and saw something that would have made her jump for joy if she could. There in the distance, Varimas was stalking over to she and Jack, and he looked to be anything but humored by the situation. His entire body was surrounded by a thick layer of felfire that danced and sparked in the cool nighttime air.
Unfortunately her joy also came with quite a large dose of embarrassment. She knew he saw her being violated, but nevertheless she stared right at Varimas, giving the warlock a sad smile. 'I wish you didn't have to see me like this Varimas...'
"Hey... Jack?..." Yang whispered as she turned back to face Jack.
"Hmm? Yeah, what is it?" He asked. He seemed to be too engrossed in attempting to undo Yang's belt fully that he did not even bother to glance up at the brawler. If he had he would have seen the triumphant grin she now wore, and perhaps he would have had a ghost of a chance to escape.
"Fuck you..."
Those words were the last thing that Jack heard before he suddenly felt the wind being knocked out of him as he was violently launched into the air, slamming into the side of his van a moment later, leaving a large dent in the metal door.
"Who-... Who the hell are?!-..." He was launched against the van once more by another blast of energy. This time he was able to feel it. The horrifyingly painful burning sensation that seemed to envelop his entire body in what felt like an inferno from hell itself.
It was quiet for what seemed like an eternity. The only thing that Jack could hear was the high pitched whine of his eardrums. Eventually though his hearing returned, and when it did he heard the soft chants of what sounded like a spell.
Only a few moments later Jack felt what seemed to be a hundred knives digging into the flesh of his arms, causing his eyes to shoot open in panic. When he did he saw them. Strange demonic doglike creatures without eyes were gripping onto each one of his limbs including his legs, digging into his flesh with their razor sharp teeth.
All he could do was thrash about and scream in agony.
Meanwhile, Varimas knelt down next to Yang's fallen form and pulled a small green bottle out from his belt. Uncorking it with a pop, the Warlock brought it down to Yang's lips, pouring the strange green liquid inside down her throat.
The very moment that the liquid entered her system, Yang suddenly found her senses returning to her in a wave of clarity. Her arms and legs were no longer sluggish and useless, and she no longer had any trouble keeping her eyes open, eyes that were now set in a hard glare at the fedora wearing man bring held to the ground by felhunters.
She slowly but shakily brought herself to her feet with assistance from Varimas. Once she was steady she reached down and redid her belt before slamming her fists together, activating Ember Celica, all while watching as Jack began to tremble in fear.
"Hey!... Hey, wait a minute Yang!... I wasn't actually going to-..." He was silenced by Yang slamming her gauntlet into his jaw with a loud cracking noise that seemed to echo throughout the parking lot, shattering the bones on impact.
"Never talk to me again, pervert..." Yang muttered, watching with hate in her eyes as Jack laid there in the grasp of the felhunters groaning pathetically in pain. Yang could easily see how deep the felhunters teeth were inside of the man's legs and arms. He would not be able to follow her.
Knowing this, Yang wrapped her arms around herself, backing away from the situation slowly before turning around and walking back towards the club, never looking back at the man who she had been so happy to see only about an hour or so prior.
Varimas gave a humorless chuckle as he stared down at Jack for only a few seconds longer than Yang before he too turned around and began walking away, but not before saying four words that would haunt Jack for the rest of his life. "...Tear off his arms..."
Despite the broken jaw Jack shrieked in pain as he felt as his limbs were bitten down on and ripped from his body by the demons, the sound of tearing flesh drowned out by his futile cries of desperation.
Yang stumbled slowly over to the club's entrance. Before she could even reach the door however, Blake and Wrath suddenly burst out of the club entrance, their weapons drawn, ready to be used.
"Yang! Yang are you okay?!" Blake cried as she dropped Gambol Shroud on the ground with a loud clatter in order to catch Yang as she half-fell into the waiting arms of the ninja faunus.
"Yeah... I'm fine..." Yang replied, attempting to keep her balance herself only to miserably fail and fall right back into Blake's arms. Still though, she was able to turn her head to Varimas who was walking over to the group, appearing much calmer than before. 'Thanks to him...'
Before another word could be uttered between the group Ruby and Weiss rushed out of the club in a torrent of rose petals. The moment that Ruby regained her balance from her semblance rush out of the club she gave the group the sweetest smile she could muster.
"Where is he?" She asked as she unleashed Crescent Rose from it's dormant form, the tone of her voice foreign to the smile that graced her features.
Yang silently pointed to the fallen form of the man who had attempted to attack her, and with a nod of affirmation Ruby walked slowly over with Crescent Rose raised high in the air, ready to strike.
"She can be pretty scary can't she?" Wrath muttered, his voice nearly drowned out over the renewed shrieks of terror and pain that Jack was letting out as the young reapers scythe blade dug into his flesh over and over, creating a thousand small cuts that all oozed out blood.
"When someone messes with her sister, absolutely." Blake agreed, watching with increasing nausea as Ruby systematically left either small or deep cuts all around Jack's body. Or at least what was left after the small pack of felhunters had taken away his arms.
"Hey Yang... You feeling alright?..." Varimas muttered as he gently laid his hand upon Yang's shoulder. At first she froze in Blake's arms, which prompted Varimas to withdraw with his hand from her shoulder. Before could however Yang whipped around and embraced the warlock tightly, burying her face in his robes.
Varimas at first struggled to say something, anything at all, but after realizing that words would do little to comfort the brawler just let his arms snake around her waist instead, pulling her closer.
"I'm baaaack!" Ruby called out as she strolled back over with an innocent smile on her face, causing those not involved in the embrace to turn to see the little red hooded warrior covered in the blood spatter of her 'foe'.
"Ruby. Is he still alive?" Weiss asked, laying her hand on her hip as she looked up and down her leader's torso. Part of her was glad that Ruby wore so much red. At least it would take someone a good half second more to realize that she was covered in blood.
"Yup! Wouldn't want to kill him just yet!" She answered, perky as ever.
It was this perky attitude that caused everyone to freeze, Varimas and Yang included. Everyone stared at her blankly, though Wrath subtly inched behind Blake, ready to run for his life.
"...Alright. Well I'm going back into the club before I become a murder witness." Blake muttered before she grabbed Wrath's hand and began to head back inside, with the Death Knight in tow quietly thanking her for getting him away from the apparently psychotic little ball of energy that was Ruby.
"And I suppose I should call an ambulance." Weiss added as she pulled out her scroll and backed away slowly from the scene, but not before muttering, "For Yang that is. Jack can drown in his own blood for all I care."
Ruby meanwhile merrily skipped over to Jack and kicked him right in the gut one last time, causing him to cough up a decent amount of blood onto the black asphalt, before skipping back into the club, the smile never leaving her face. Finally she could get back to that awesome shooting game she had been playing!
Yang and Varimas, even after everyone had left, were still standing in the darkness of the parking lot, neither one ready to break the embrace they held. Varimas knew that Yang's blood was probably seeping into his robes right about now, and he could not say that he much cared anymore.
Eventually though, Varimas let out a small chuckle and spoke softly into Yang's ear. "Hey... Do me a favor. Next time you find yourself a date, make sure he isn't a crazy person."
Yang joined in Varimas' laughter, before she took his hand in her own, squeezing it gently. "No need to worry... I've already got an idea for who I'll be on a date with 'next time'... And he's a Much better guy..."
Varimas finally let his other arm fall from Yang's hips, though the hand that held Yang's stayed strong. "Come on, let's g get you some bandages before you and Ruby end up with the same hair color."
"You got it." Yang laughed, letting Varimas lead her back into the club, no doubt where someone would have medical supplies for the wounds on her head. As they walked however, Yang could not help herself, and soon found herself clutching onto Varimas' arm as they walked through the entrance.
Maybe next time was closer than they had both thought.
As I said before, I should have another one-shot up soon for those who chose to not read this chapter. Thanks for reading!