Okay, so here we go, Again like most of my first chapters for new stories, it will be rushed just to get the main details out of the way. So don't be expecting any pulitzer prize writing.

Especially since writing in this is going to be a bit weird. Since I already got other stories to focus on.

Jaune couldn't believe he was doing this. He should have been back home with his family enjoying the short break he got from beacon. But he wasn't. While his family had come to accept that he was a student at Beacon, that was not the reason he was out here. The real reason was far more sinister. Where was he going you may ask?

Well as far as he knew, there was a mountain range near his family home, but there was one specific cave his family always warned him to never go to. Mostly because of a supposed legend of a monster that lived there. One with the strength of a thousand men, one who could tear you apart without a hint of remorse. With tales like that, Jaune had avoided the place like any good child would. But now here he was heading towards that very cave.

Why? It was because ever since they went on break, Jaune had been having nightmares. But they didn't feel like simple dreams he could wake up from. Instead they felt like real events. He saw Beacon in flames, he saw Grimm flooding the area, he saw death and destruction everywhere as Atlas's own machines turned against them. He saw his friends dying over and over again. At the end of the dream, he saw the same two things. One was a pair of amber eyes wreathed in flames, and the other a pair of red eyes with black cat like pupils.

And then he woke up sweating with an adrenaline rush. The dreams had been happening every night, and he knew that it had to be something more than just a case of bad dreams.

He always saw Pyrrha dying, shot through the heart, and the amber eyes going towards her with flames spreading out across the ground. And he could never shake the feeling of dread that something terrible was going to happen.

Hence why he was now in this cave with his weapon in hand.

"Strange…" He heard a voice say as he turned towards it torch in hand.

"Most people who enter here do it out of greed, of a legend of treasure hidden within." The voice said as Jaune tried to trace it.

"You however, you're an interesting one, I smell…hope? Desperation? What is that?" Jaune turned only to see a horrific sight.

A man about 6'4'' but pale as the moon, with an old wrinkly face that looked like he had aged a thousand years. He was covered in a tattered black robe that hid what appeared to be a malnourished body with long sharp claws decorating his hands. And a set of fangs in his mouth.

"What sort of man enters this place looking for help?" He asked as Jaune at first was frozen in fear, but he knew the reason he came here.

"One who needs to get stronger fast." He had no other way of putting it.

"And for what purpose? So you can fulfill some silly fantasy of fighting Grimm like a hero?" The man asked as Jaune was silent.

"No, not that."

"Then what is it?"

"….I've been having dreams…"

"Dreams are of no concern to me boy, just spit it out."

"They're more like visions, I see buildings burning, people dying, my friends all being killed one by one, at first I thought it was a dream, but they keep happening, and in the end I see a pair of red eyes staring back at me, with nothing but pure hate." At that the man went quiet.

"And you came to me in hopes that I would give you the power to fight againt these visions?" He asked as Jaune nodded.

"I'm running out of options, I don't have much time left." Jaune knew this took place at Beacon during the tournament, so even if it was just a dream, he had to be prepared.

"So you want power so you can save your friends? How noble…" The man seemed to be considering it.

"Well, why not." He saw the man bite into his own arm as blood spilled into a bowl.

"I've grown bored of sitting here, may as well."

"Bored? You mean to tell me you're only helping me because you're bored?!" Jaune was angry at that.

"Don't raise your voice at me boy, I grow tired of being trapped in these walls, I'm not giving you this power because I find you worthy, I'm giving it to you for my own benefit." The man said clearly seeing Jaune as nothing of importance.

"If you drink, you will have the strength of a hundred man, the speed of a falling star, and the glory of immortality."

"What are the drawbacks?" Jaune asked as he knew there had to be a price.

"A insatiable thirst for blood, vulnerablity to sunlight and silver, I'm sure you've read those ridiculous vampire novels your kind has come up with." The creature rolled its eyes, while some unlucky travelers had come across his cave they were carrying some trashy vampire novels called 'Twilight' it was disgusting.

"…What else?"

"If you can resist for three days, you will return to your normal state, you'll be a normal human again, but if you drink…." The man paused for a bit.

"Well, you don't want to find out."

"…Just give me the bowl." Jaune knew this was not a good idea.

But he had to do it, the lives of his friends could be reliant on him. And he would not let them die. Not the way he saw them die in his dream. Lifting the bowl of blood up, he downed the whole thing in one go.

"ACK!" He smashed the bowl on the ground.

"That tastes terrible." He said to himself.

"It's blood, what did you expect?"

"So what now?"

"Oh, your death."

"Wait, w-" And that was when Jaune felt his organs burning.

His skin felt like it had a thousand tiny ants crawling all over him. His head was pounding almost as if it was being crushed under a hydraulic press. His nails felt as if they were being peeled off piece by piece. It hurt so much and he couldn't stop it.

"GAAAAHHHH!" He gave out one scream before he finally passed out.

Meanwhile his scroll was ringing with his mothers name.

"Jaune! Dracula! Arc! You better get back here! Your flight back to beacon is tomorrow! You know the one taking you to the tournament!"

It would be hours before Jaune woke up, and when he did, he would feel very different indeed.