It was to be, in Yang's honest opinion, one of the more awkward conversations she would ever have. It was the day after the Museum heist, Yang having slept well past noon. When she had awoken she had found Neo sitting at the counter in her kitchen, sipping at a cup of coffee.

Now the pair sat opposite each other, Yang having also grabbed some coffee, Neo having grabbed some paper to write on.

"So," Yang said, breaking the silence. "What's your deal?"

What does that mean? I'm a Werewolf, not much else to say.

"Well what about who you were before that, before you were turned?" Yang asked, taking a long drink as Neo wrote down her response, Yang noticing the hesitation in her face.

It's not important.

"Fine, why are you here then, if you knew that me killing you would set me free, why risk it?" Yang said as she set down her now empty cup. Neo grimaced, carefully writing out her response,

Maybe I just have a death wish, or maybe I felt like I owed you one, I did screw up your life.

"I don't need your help,"

I don't care if you need it or not, I just wanted to settle the score a little. Now we're even, so now I can leave without any regrets.

"This doesn't even bring us close to being even, I don't think you could ever make us even," Yang said, growing louder and angrier. Neo scowled as she held up the next piece of paper,

If you're going to be so bitchy about it then forget it.

Yang sighed, her grip tightening on her mug, "I'm sorry, it's just hard to not be angry at you."

Look, I hate this sappy stuff. I get it, living with this is hard, but I didn't do this too you willingly. I'm over feeling sorry for myself, I lost everything when this happened to me, but I'm still here, still alive. So get over it.

Yang rested her head on her hand, melancholy look on her face. "So that's it then, this is it," Yang said gesturing to the room around her lazily. Neo held up a piece of paper with, Yup, written in big letters on it. "I'm a Werewolf, that's my lot in life," Yang said, laughing softly. Neo smiled holding up her Yup sign again. "Does it get easier?"

Neo nodded slowly, stretching slightly and feeling the tight pain in her side. She quickly scribbled down a message, sliding it over to Yang. It's been fun chatting but I'm going to go home, good luck with everything. Full moon's coming up, if you want to change together, help each other out, text me. At the bottom of the note was Neo's phone number. Yang remain still. Neo grabbed her umbrella and left, Yang watching her leave quietly.

Neo started the walk down the street, trying to find a cab to take her back to her place. She was stopped in her tracks when she saw a policewoman leaning against their squad car on the side of the road. Dark hair, bright, piercing eyes and a devilish smile. Neo's hand drifted to the switch that released the blade in her umbrella. "Neo darling, it has been too long," the woman said as she sashayed over. Cinder fall, Police captain, Hunter. "I was very disappointed when I heard you had killed three of my men."

Neo backed up, her umbrella slowly raising. Cinder smiled, shaking her head, "I'm not here to kill you, a police officer gunning down a seemingly defenceless woman in broad daylight, not exactly one of my better plans."

Neo squinted at her quizzically, to which Cinder sighed. "I'm here to warn you, you used to be one of us, before that wolf cursed you. While many think you should be put down, I believe that you could help us, help your old friends."

Neo shook her head, scowling at the taller woman. "Neo you have already have helped us, you led us to the beast that lives up there," Cinder said, motioning to Yang's building. "I just wonder why you care so much that you saved her?" Cinder looked off for a moment, stroking her chin thoughtfully. Neo's eyes darted back to the building, clearly worried. Cinder smiled as she caught the look, "Do you care about her? Oh, maybe you were the one who cursed her? Ah, that's it, I can see it in your eyes. Tell you what, I will let her live, I will let you live, on one small condition."

Neo grit her teeth, fear in her eyes. Cinder was bad news, ruthless, possibly a little insane, though Neo could sympathise with the latter. Whatever the price, it would be steep. "You're going to be my informant, you're going to find others like you, other filth, and you're going to give them up to me." Cinder took another step forward, Neo taking one backward. "If not, you and your friend will be dead within the hour, it's your choice."

Neo had done a lot of bad things. She had been a Hunter, part of the secret society of humans determined to cleanse the Earth of all the creatures of darkness. She had wiped out families, all because they had gotten unlucky, and one of them had been cursed. Neo had to choose between selling out people like her, who she had once seen as evil, or her own death.

She hated that it was so easy.

A shiver ran up Bake's spine a second before her door chimed. She quickly spun to see who had entered, the book she was reading falling from her hands once she saw who it was.

"Blake, it's been a long time," the tall, horned man said.

"Adam," Blake whispered, fingers moving over the rune inscribed ribbon around her wrist. Blake smiled, studying her with his rose tinted sunglasses.

"So, a shop, so quaint," Adam chuckled to himself as he inspected a nearby shelf.

"I thought it might be a good change of pace after our years together," Blake said with defiance, remembering the years of chaos the pair caused. Adam smiled,

"We did have fun didn't we."

"That's a word for it," Blake said cautiously stepping out from behind her counter. "Why are you here?"

"I just wanted to see you, it's been so long, you haven't called," Adam spoke softly, taking a step forward, now uncomfortably close to Blake. "How about you and me have some fun, like we used to. Run about town, make some mischief."

"What we did could never be called mischief," Blake said in a low voice, eyes glaring up at Adam. Adam shrugged, stepping back and returning to his perusal of her store.

"Why are you frightened Blake? Don't deny it, I know you, well, I used to know you. Are you really surprised I survived? After all the things we went through, you think a simple bullet would kill me?"

"Yes, I did," Blake said matter-of-factly, desperately trying to hold her ground and not run for help.

"I may not be a strong a Warlock as you, but I know the odd healing spell. What I don't know, is why you didn't even try to help me, why you just left me for dead." Adam turned to stare at her, face taut with anger. Blake didn't know how to respond, if she told him the truth, that she had wanted him dead, that she had left him to die so she could escape from him, who knows what he would do. His anger faded, back into a smug smile, "We all make mistakes I guess, even the great Blake Belladonna. Let's say though, that you owe me, and that I would love it if you could lend me a hand. This city has a Hunter problem, I'm sure you know that though. I'm going to deal with it,"

"What does that have to do with me?"

"Blake, don't play dumb. All those years ago, we damn well nearly wiped out all the Hunters, this time we are going to make sure to finish the job." Blake grimaced, memories of her crimes coming flooding back. Adam frowned, noticing her unease, "You don't have sympathy for them do you? After what they do to our kind? How they use us one moment, then kill us the next."

"No, no I don't have sympathy for them. I don't have a problem dealing with them when the time comes. I'm not going to seek them out though, I'm not going to kill so indiscriminately. Remember the amount of mistakes we made? Remember the women, the children we killed?"

Adam scowled now, "They would have grown up to be Hunters, they would have just caused more suffering."

"I can't do that anymore Adam. I won't stop you from going after the Hunters, but I'm happy here, content, with what I have. I don't need more blood on more hands if I can avoid it."

"You're content, with this?" Adam said as he waved his arms around dramatically, "You serve the humans, casting little spells, making love potions. How can you be happy with this? How can you be happy with being forced into the background of everything, all because you're different. We are more powerful than them, they should fear us, not come to us for stupid little tricks."

"So it's humans in general now is it? You couldn't stop with the Hunters, now it's humanity that are the problem?" Blake said angrily, black ribbon clenched even tighter in her hand.

Adam held back his anger, his furrowed brow and quivering fists barely holding back the torrent of anger he had for the woman who had betrayed him, abandoned him. Adam turned to the door, stomping away. As he opened the door he looked back, "Whether you want it or not Blake, you will be a part of this. Sooner or later you will learn that."

Yang adjusted her helmet as she drove down the long road out of town. The sun was setting, the beams of orange light slowly getting more and more filtered through the tall trees that appeared on either side of the road. Eventually Yang found her turn off, a hardly visible dirt path that led off into the forest.

Hiding her bike underneath some foliage, Yang slung her pack over her shoulder and made her way deep into the woods. As with every full moon, Yang could feel the familiar churning inside her as she felt the moon slowly rise. It was only the first sign, and the least painful.

During her walk Yang pulled out her phone, checking the message she had gotten the night previous. She had texted Neo, deciding that she could very well learn something useful from the more experienced girl, even if she still hated her. The message she had gotten back had detailed their meeting place.

Eventually she found the large tree that Neo had described, though she was surprised to find that Neo wasn't there. Setting her bag down Yang let out a sigh, "I guess she isn't coming." Suddenly Yang felt a rock hit her back, "Hey!" Yang said spinning around to find her assailant. Neo stood a few feet away looking particularly smug. "Cutting it a bit close aren't we?" Yang asked as she looked up to the moon which had nearly reached its full height. Neo shrugged, setting down her own bag. Yang noticed she had blood all over her hands. "Where's that from," Yang asked with caution, taking a step away from Neo. Neo looked down at her hands and nodded, clearly having forgotten the blood. She opened her pack and pulled out a plastic bag, mostly empty except for a single, large, raw steak. "Meat? Why do you have meat?"

Neo mimed out eating it rather viciously. Yang thought for a moment before the meaning hit her, "Oh! It's for the wolves, you set up meat for them to play with." Neo nodded, tossing the last one a few feet from the clearing they were in. "Why didn't I think of that," Yang muttered to herself. Neo tapped her head twice and made a stupid face, "I am not stupid," Yang replied. Neo overacted her agreement, clearly being sarcastic.

Neo quickly began stripping. Yang averted her eyes quickly, slowly following suit. The transformation was violent and messy, ruining a set of clothes each time wasn't worth it.

The muscle pains started, as always it began as a simple throbbing pain. Yang started getting nervous as she did every time, hating the pain that each full moon brought. She jumped as she felt a finger poke her back, "What!" Yang said as she turned around and looked down at Neo. Neo smirked, standing unashamedly before her. Yang covered what modesty she could, "What is it?"

Neo held up a hand, lowering it rhythmically in time with her breathing. "Deep breaths, alright, I'm breathing," Yang mumbled as she followed Neo's lead. The pain in her muscles intensified, the moon having fully risen. Yang moaned, hunching over as she felt her body begin to change. Neo hunched a little too, apparently dealing with the pain much better than Yang.

Yang fell against the tree, arms falling away from her chest and contorting. Neo mouthed the word calm over and over again, trying to coach Yang. Yang didn't notice eyes shut firmly, her bones rapidly breaking and reforming inside her.

Claws extended out and fur erupted across her body. Forced onto all fours, Yang howled, her teeth sharpening and face extending. With one final convulsion Yang disappeared. In her place, a massive wolf, snarling and howling as it dashed off into the woods. Behind her, a smaller, yet equally terrifying wolf followed suit and disappeared after the meat they both could smell hidden out in the woods.

Ruby looked out at the full moon. She knew that right now Yang would be running around somewhere as a beast. It was still hard to imagine Yang going through the transformation, from the little research Ruby had been able to do, using books she had borrowed from Blake, it was a tough process. The systematic breaking down and rebuilding of one's body was said to be excruciating.

"Ruby, there you are," Weiss said as she came round the corner into Ruby's room. "How did it go?"

"Fine, it went fine," Ruby said turning away from the apartments only window.

"Really? You managed to pull away?"

"Yeah, I'm getting better at it. It still feels horrible though…" Ruby said, remembering her latest victim. A down on his luck, drunk, middle aged business man. He had been so caught up in his troubles, so willing to tell anyone who would listen, even a hungry, pale looking girl. It had been quick, and thankfully not messy. Weiss had been slowly letting Ruby have more control, no longer following her around and making sure Ruby's victims survived. That was Ruby's responsibility now, Weiss had refused to mother her forever.

Having experienced the sensation more, Ruby could understand it a little better. Ruby had only been drunk a couple of times, and never too seriously. It felt slightly like that, being drunk. Your body acting before your mind, like you were trapped a few seconds behind yourself, unable to inhibit your actions. With practice Ruby had more control, but she was still subject to the craze of the hunger. The lust, the subconscious need to drain the life from her victims.

Weiss nodded, "I understand, I can't quite remember when it stopped feeling that way, but it does, eventually. It might just take a few decades."

Ruby looked back out towards the full moon. "It's that time of the month I see," Weiss said, blushing slightly when she realised how that sounded. Ruby seemed not to notice,

"Yeah, Yang's out there somewhere."

Weiss pulled the curtains over the moon, preparing for the next day's sunlight. "How long do Werewolves live for?" Ruby asked, sitting down on her bed. Weiss grimaced, she had hoped Ruby wouldn't think about that element of Vampirism for at least a few years. "Honestly, not very long. Not because of their curse, though that can affect the body quite a bit. It's a dangerous lifestyle, there are many out there that would want them wiped out." Weiss said not bothering to lie to Ruby.

"What about us?"

"Well we are immortal," Weiss said causally.

"No I meant are there people out there that want to wipe us out," Ruby said, studying Weiss' reaction carefully.

"Yes, both human and otherwise," Weiss said unwaveringly.

Ruby laid back on her bed, thinking it over. "There's no like, Slayer or anything?"

"Slayer?"

"Yeah, like from Buffy," Ruby asked, smiling slightly as Weiss gave her a deadpan look.

"No, there is no 'Slayer'. That doesn't mean there are no dangers, most Vampires don't make it very long. They get careless, think they are special. We are not special, different, but not special. We all have our weaknesses."

"What are yours?" Ruby asked innocently, propping herself up on one arm. Weiss gave her another deadpan look. Ruby rolled her eyes, laying back down. "What are you supposed to do with all this time? I mean, I don't really need to get a degree and a job, I can't start a family. What have you done all these years?"

Weiss sighed, "I've done a lot of things."

"But what's the point? The end goal?"

"There isn't one Ruby, the world, the universe, doesn't owe you any sort of purpose or meaning. It's just easier to find those kind of things when you have a deadline. We don't, so we have to try a little harder to find something to keep us going."

"I think I'm going to learn how to draw," Ruby said, still staring up at the ceiling. Weiss held back a laugh,

"Drawing? That's your big goal?"

"Yup, I never really had time before, I used to draw all the time. So I think I'll start with that."

Weiss smiled, "Well, I do enjoy art, lived through quite a few great periods of it. I could possibly assist you I guess."

"Ew, no, not like, really old stuff. I want to draw cool things, like scythes that are also guns."

Weiss rolled her eyes and waved away Ruby's childish thoughts, "Children these days," She grumbled to herself. At least Ruby still had her innocence, it was that innocence that would help her occupy her through the centuries.

As always, it was the first beams of light that woke Yang. This morning she felt particularly dirty, having fallen asleep in a giant patch of mud. She shifted her arms to try and steady herself, only to find one of her arms trapped underneath something. Shaking away the lingering effects of sleep, Yang looked down to see Neo bundled up beside her, sleeping. Both were covered in mud, and had apparently fallen asleep in each other's arms. "What the hell!" Yang said as she scrambled away from Neo. Neo rolled over, wiping the sleep from her eyes. When she saw Yang, she too scrambled away, wide eyed and confused. "Why, what?" Yang said slightly confused, Neo shrugging with equal confusion in her eyes. Once again Yang's arms leaped up to cover herself, this time Neo following suit.

Together the two awkwardly walked through the woods, back to their bags. Neo had a very similar setup to Yang, having brought water and painkillers. She had also brought wet wipes, and passed Yang a few as she wiped away some of the mud and dirt that was all over her. "Thanks," Yang said as she wiped herself down.

Once the two were dressed, Neo passed Yang a notebook. Yang looked at her questioningly, Neo just nodding down to the book. Yang flipped through a few pages, surprised to find it had extensive notes regarding Lycanthropy. The original text was slightly faded, obviously written a long time ago. However, in the margins, Neo had added several notes. "The Laws of Lycanthropy, where did you get this?"

Neo forcibly flicked the pages back and pointed at the name of the author. "Roman Torchwick, so you know the guy who wrote this, another Werewolf." Neo nodded slightly, but drew a line over her throat, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "Used to know him then," Yang said as she looked back down at the book. "So you've transformed with other people before?"

Neo nodded. "Did you guys…" Yang asked hesitantly, referencing the unexpected wake up they had had. Neo shook her head vehemently, as freaked out as Yang had been. "Alrighty then, I guess that was just a thing. Anyway, thanks for that… I guess?" Yang said awkwardly. Neo shrugged, tapping the notebook again, giving Yang serious eyes. "Yeah, I'll read it," Yang admitted. Neo nodded, waving goodbye before walking back off into the forest.

It felt different watching the short girl walk away. Almost magically, the niggling feeling of anger she felt whenever she was around Neo, was gone. She didn't feel as bad this morning, compared to her other changes. Well, she still had a headache, she still felt a little ill, but Yang didn't feel the weight of her affliction anymore. Yang stuffed the book into her bag, hopefully it would prove useful.

With a sigh, Yang made her way back to her motorcycle. Back to the real world. Or as real as Yang's world could ever get.

Thanks for reading. Felt a bit iffy about this chapter, it was harder to write than any previous. Still I hope it wasn't too bad, and I am very excited about the upcoming chapters, more questions, more answers, more good times and bad times. Thanks for following, favouriting but most of all thank you for all the kind words in the reviews. I love hearing from all of you so keep it up. Until next time, have a good one.