Author's Note (2/20/15):

The first person bit was an experiment to see how well it would work to switch to Ruby's mind every so often. I ended up not liking the results so it doesn't appear in any subsequent chapters. I just thought I'd give you a warning if you're turned off by first person or pov switching.

A serene night breeze flowed through the window, carrying with it the scents of the forest. Four young huntresses in training slumbered peacefully, blissfully unaware of the fate about to befall one of their own.

Silent, like a shadow, it drifted into the room; this form of a bat stirred none from their sleep. It gripped the soft sheet suspended over it's prey. So young, so innocent, a beautiful thing to corrupt. If it wasn't for the fact she was after someone much sweeter, this little rose would make a wonderful catch. But, there would be others. For now, this child had a part to play in her little game.

Once certain the other three were fully captured by sleep, she released her grip and descended upon the girl.

My wonderful dream slipped from my grasp. I'm not sure what it was about, something to do with brave heroes saving someone in need. All I could remember was that it made me feel warm and happy inside. A sinking feeling pulled me awake, like a foreign weight pressed into my mattress. My silver eyes drifted open, being so groggy at first I didn't register the invader kneeling over me, straddling me, grinning down at me. Confusion switched to surprise and anger, I at first I thought one of my teammates was in bed with me, but when my mind cleared I quickly realized that I did not recognize this woman. Before I could yell out a powerful hand clasped over my mouth, stopping all sound and cries for help. I struggled, slamming my clenched fist into her chest, she only smiled, my fight merely amused this woman. She stared at me with her deep blue eyes, like a deep, dark, ocean that peered into my soul. They were so beautiful, all I wanted to do was stare into them for just a little while longer.

My resisting weakened, a grin grew across the woman's face. She whispered to me. Her voice, part of me wanted to drink in every syllable, the rest, wanted to cower in fear.

"Shh, stay quiet. We wouldn't want to wake your friends now would we?"

I wanted to yell at this person, to call out for my teammates, for my sister, but nothing would come. My body betrayed me, holding firm against my every desire even as my arms fell lifeless to my side. I felt my heart racing, a cold wave of fear swept through my body. Every battle I was ever in, creatures of grimm, robots, criminals, none of that caused the same horror I felt at this moment, from this woman.

"Oh young rose, you are a sweet thing aren't you. Such a shame really."

Her cold finger slid down my side, pressing through the thin material of my tank top, causing a shiver to pass down my spine. She pulled her long finger up to my shoulder, hooking it onto the fabric trap of my tank top, pulling it aside.

"But, oh well. This isn't about you at all. I just wanted to leave a small gift for my little witch, and I just knew you would be perfect."

Streaks of red, like bloody stars, spread out from her pupils across her deep blue eyes. They grew until her eyes became like that of the grimm. From her toothy grin, two long fangs descended from her gums, like the canines of a wolf. She pressed her palms flat on the bed to either side of me and leaned in, pressing her moist lips to the skin of my neck. Her teeth slowly pressed into my skin, searing pain shot through me as the upper layer of flesh began to sever. Bit by bit the foreign bodies dug deeper into skin, tearing open my neck for the invader in my bed.

I wanted to cry out in pain as my flesh tore, but only muffled moans came as my lips were clamped shut, unwilling to let my sleeping teammates know of the horror occurring only feet away.

When the teeth could pierce no further, they retracted, allowing my blood to flow into the awaiting mouth. With every gulp my world was filled with agony. Every gulp pulled more precious blood from my body.

The blood loss caused my head to spin and I knew in that moment I was about to die, helpless, my rescue, blissfully sleeping away, unable to help me. Just as I was sure I was going to pass out, she stopped. Her body straightened up, that cold finger ran along my wound before she pulled it to her lips. She licked the blood off her finger and looked down on me with her burning red eyes. That look, it said she was far from finished with me.

I turned my gaze toward a sleeping Yang, silently pleading that my sister would awaken and come to my aid. A powerful hand gripped my jaw and viciously tugged it so I was staring back at my abuser. Her sadistic smile parted and she rolled her tongue free. With her free hand, she dragged a long red painted nail down the length of her tongue. Crimson blood began oozing from the growing wound. When she finished, her mouth sealed and she leaned closer to my face. She hovered a hair's breath from my lips, the sickening, rusty, metallic odor of blood invaded my nose. The woman's toothy smile returned, her teeth her red with blood.

Slowly, she closed the distance; the moist, foreign lips pressed against mine. Pushing rubbing, the foul lips pulled apart my own. I wanted to fight, I wanted to resist; every part of me felt awful and violated. The hand on my jaw shifted and pinched open my mouth, allowing the saliva and blood soaked tongue to invade my mouth. It wormed around my open orifice like a snake forcing it's way deep.

I began to cry into her mouth. I couldn't fight this violation, this, repulsing kiss seemed to never end.

Her blood and saliva began to pool in the back of my throat. Try as I might, the biological urge to swallow was overpowering. I gulped.

The burring. Oh god the burning. Like searing hot spikes plunged into the lining of my throat. Moving down to my stomach the pain was overwhelming. The only feeling in the world was fire in my body, forcing it's way to the surface.

I barely registered when the woman's lips left mine. I think she was giggling at me as tears streamed down my face. My body began convulsing violently as she forced a vise-like grip upon my arms, preventing me from flailing in my pain.

My world blackened, replaced only by agony.

The sudden chirping of an alarm clock jostled Ruby Rose from her slumber. Heart pounding, a vivid nightmare hung in her head. This fifteen year old brunet could not recall the details of her dream, but the helplessness that came from the overpowering intruder still haunted her.

Yang gave her sister an amused look as the under-slept team leader flopped out of her top bunk, crashing to the floor below. Normally Ruby was the first member of her team awake each morning, the young leader was always eager to start each day. It was this eagerness that her other teammate, Blake, did not share. The dark-haired faunus never failed to be difficult to rise from her slumber. Weiss on the other hand, while not sharing her partner's eagerness, made it a point each day to be risen, primped, and nothing short of perfect as early as possible. With every task the heiress completed, no detail was too insignificant to ignore. As far as she was concerned, there was no point in doing something if she was not going to put in her best effort.

Slowly pulling herself to her feet, Ruby dragged her tired form to the closet on her side of the room and retrieved her toiletries. She flung her towel over her shoulder and sauntered out towards the bathroom.

The warm water of her shower flowed down her form; strawberry scent of her conditioner filled the air as it's pink suds attempted to scrub away the previous night's worries. Throughout her extra long shower, the young huntress's mind continued to flash back to nightmare. Every gulp, forcing more of her life giving blood from her body. Her friends, so close, yet unaware of her plight. The pain, it felt so real.

She shuddered at the confusing bundle of memories. As much as the dream still troubled her, playing over and over in her mind, so many details eluded her. What did the woman look like? Why couldn't she call out or fight back? Was she bound?

The confusing nature of this dream and the quest to make sense of it kept Ruby in her shower much longer than she intended. She knew this would be a rush to finish getting ready for the day.

After her shower Ruby began her regimen of brushing her teeth. She squeezed her mint toothpaste onto her red brush before putting it onto her mouth. Lifting her head to face the mirror opposite the sink she spotted something, off. On her neck, just above her left shoulder were a series of red welts. Her brush nearly slipped from her lips as she quickly leaned in close to the mirror to examine the sight.

'It couldn't be there. Right where she… Where she bit me in the dream.' I felt my stomach drop when I saw it. 'No, it had to be a coincidence. Everything was fine. Everything was okay. It was just a dream, nothing to worry about.' My rationalization did little to calm my quickened heart rate.

'Ya, that's was it. Just a dream. Those welts must have been bug bites. Yup, totally just simple mosquitoes. We shouldn't sleep with the windows open anymore. They must have bit me during my sleep, causing me to dream about being bitten, by a scary lady with fangs.' I tried to reassure myself. Although, just the thought of that dream and that woman made me shudder. I've never been so rattled by a dream before.

Being pinned to my own bed, being so helpless, not since mom died have I felt that way before. After that I decided it would be best to try and push that dream out of my mind.

Soon I returned to the room and proceeded to get dressed in my school uniform. Yang and the others were busy enough that they failed to notice me hastily throwing on my clothes for the day. The blouse and jacket worked well enough to cover the bright red welts. If that failed to adequately hide it then my hood and cape should offer enough protection.

"Whatcha thinkin 'bout?" Yang leaned over to pester her younger sister, who thus far had only used her fork to pick at her lunch.

"Oh, nothing. Just tired." The brunet lied. The last thing she wanted to do was bring up that she was really, against all her efforts, still thinking about her visceral nightmare.

"Well that's lame. You should get more sleep." Yang replied before shoveling a heaping spoonful of something Ruby could not identify into her mouth. Yang then proceed to boisterously tell a tale to her teammates before bothering to swallow. None of her teammates had the capability to understand her through the green and white mass currently occupying her mouth.

Weiss scooted closer to her partner and leaned closer before softly speaking to Ruby.

"Seriously, what is the matter? You have been acting, off, all morning."

"Really Weiss, its fine." Ruby tried to reassure her. "I just had trouble sleeping, that's all." She put on her best fake smile in an effort to reassure her friend.

Weiss stared at Ruby with narrowed eyes, trying to determine if it was worth pressing the issue. The heiress knew the scythe-wielder well enough to tell when something was bothering her. However, the last thing she needed was for her partner to shut down if over interrogated. "Okay than. Just get more sleep in the future, okay." She said, deciding it would be better to continue this line of questioning later.

Mighty oaks shattered into a cloud of splinters as the Ursa crashed through them into the clearing. The imposing black furred beast with great bone plates towered over the girl in red standing alone in the grass. Earlier that day team RWBY along with many other first years were dropped into the Grimm infested forest for what the instructors called "Live Combat Training." Simply put, each team was placed where they were to likely encounter a creature of Grimm and would have to deal with it accordingly.

Ruby Rose held her matching red scythe off to the side in her left hand as she looked up at the oncoming would fear this beast, a creature fueled by hate and rage, it's only goal to consume and kill. But not this girl, evil never frightened her. In fact, evil should be frightened of her. A grin grew across her seemingly innocent face. This is what she lived for, fighting monsters. Creatures of pure evil preyed on the weak and innocent, and Ruby Rose was here to stop them.

In one fluid motion Ruby turned and fired her scythe, launching herself into the air, the raging beast following her with it's gaze. Ruby lived for these moments, the feeling of flying and the joy that came with fighting for good. As the girl in red descended the creature of grimm snarled and reared up on it's hind legs, ready to strike at the oncoming prey. Suddenly an immense impact struck the beast in it's side, launching it off to Ruby's right. Too focused on the girl in red, this beast failed to notice the trap.

The scythe wielder came to rest where the ursa once stood, an area now occupied by her sister and teammate. When the ursa came to a halt the remaining members of RWBY were upon it. With a flurry of expertly placed blows the beast, was no more.

"Go team RWBY!" Cheered the enthusiastic team leader throwing her hands in the air. "The unstoppable team of huntresses has once again triumphed over their powerful enemy."

Their young leader's zealous spiel elicited a series of smirks from her amused teammates. She ever failed to bring a certain level of enthusiasm to every mission, a fact that every member of the team enjoyed.

Soon after their defeat of the ursa, the members of team RWBY airlifted back to Beacon. But not before being lectured on their "overcomplicated tactics needed to take down what should have been a simple target." As professor Goodwitch put it.

In the following two days, Ruby felt herself begin to feel worse and worse. As her dream and it's effects steadily faded from her mind, her body on the other hand was another story. When she awoke the sun streaming into her room felt like a torch to her skin. Sitting in the sunlight caused Ruby to feel like she was going to overheat. Luckily, her normal attire that consisted of a red cloak and hood provided some degree of protection.

Unfortunately, her morning classes usually had her bathed in sunlight. After enduring her first morning lecture, she made it a point to chose a different seating arrangement for the foreseeable future.

Eventually her body felt almost drained of energy. She barely had the energy or desire to attempt her homework. Eventually opting for simply going to sleep early.

By the third day Ruby reached a breaking point. During her first lecture she found her hands beginning to shake uncontrollably. It started slowly at first, feeling like a simple caffeine buzz isolated to her hands. But soon the shaking grew to the point where Ruby could no longer take notes. Or in her case doodle.

The feeling of being spent was the most intense it had ever been and so far no amount of snacks appeared to make her feel better. Deciding that her next few classes would prove to be an impossible hurdle, Ruby opted instead to quietly return to her room after her first lecture to sleep. Not that she told her teammates, the last thing Ruby wanted was a lecture from Weiss about the importance of attending class.

The ill huntress flopped into her bed the moment she returned to her room. Being too eager for sleep she even neglected to remove her shoes. She lay face down in her bed as the world proceeded to spin around her.

I was jostled from my sleeping reprieve by the sound of the room's door closing. I sat up and turned to face whoever had just entered. Big mistake. The sudden rise caused the my world to whirlwind around me even faster than before.

"Oh, Ruby what are you doing here?" Weiss said while scouring her desk for something.

I don't know why, but I knew I needed to get closer to her, like some force was yearning me to touch the heiress. I threw my legs over the side of my bed only to lose my balance and slip from the hanging contraption and crash into the floor.

"Geeze Ruby, watch what you're doing." Weiss snarked barely sparing a glance from her methodical search through her desk drawers.

I tried to stand but my now wobbling legs would not obey me. Falling to my hands and knees my ears started ringing and a black haze started to close in around me. But Weiss, there she was, only feet away. I needed to get to her, to feel her.

"Ruby?" her look turned from one of confusion to one of concern. I'm not sure what she said after that, the ringing in my ears grew so encompassing all I could hear was my own breathing. She halted her search and approached me. Looking down on me with genuine worry she opened her mouth to speak again. By now most of my vision was consumed by the darkness and the undeniable drive inside of me Weiss would be my relief.

She knelt down and gripped my shoulders in her slender fingers. Pulling me closer her lips moved once again, she looked so scared. I stared blankly back at her, unable to perceive any sound other than the overpowering ring. Then I smelled something, something wonderful. It was as if Weiss's normal scent was now mixed with a sweet yet tangy aroma. I knew I wanted more.

Nearly all of my vision gone I leaned in closer and collapsed into the crook of the heiress's neck. The amazing aroma consumed my scenes as my world turned to black.

Euphoric, wonderful. I'd never felt so much pleasure before, ever. With every gulp this amazing nectar filled my mouth and flowed into my body. I could feel it slide to my core, radiating warmth and pure ecstasy to every corner of my form. I never wanted it to stop.

The more I drank the more my world began to clear, and I think I could hear, maybe yelling? I wasn't sure. But what was now crystal clear to me now was the source of this heavenly liquid was fighting to pull away. So I bit down harder hoping that it would never go away.

That is when the realization hit me like a punch to the gut. 'Struggling? Biting? Oh god!'

I threw my eyes open and to my horror I saw my mouth firmly clamped onto the flesh of the right side of Weiss's neck! I shoved myself off of her and watched as she flopped backward onto the floor, blood seeping from the tear in her neck. A tear I made.

In a state of shocked horror I sat there just, staring at Weiss's limp body. Soon it became clear that a warm liquid still covered my mouth. I reached a shaky hand to my mouth and touched it to the liquid. Looking down my hand was covered in Weiss's blood. The cold wave of dread flowed over my form.

Realizing the horror of what I had done, I screamed.

Author's Notes:

This is just a fun little story I've been thinking about for a while now. I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading.

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