The night air didn't offer Yang any sense of relief or comfort as she left the elder vampire behind. The building Dracul had mentioned stood out to her now, the lights were on, and she could hear voices bouncing around from between the buildings. Voices weren't the only thing she could hear, of course. There were also muffled screams, the bloodcurdling kind that made chills go down people's spines.

She narrowed her eyes and started off towards the warehouse, steeling herself for the worst. Something gave her the feeling that Patch was only the tip of the iceberg, but how much worse could Ruby do? She was her little sister, after all.

Yang had to forcibly keep the memories of seeing her sister suck some innocent woman dry from entering her mind again. It wasn't easy.

She shook her head, and focused herself back on the task at hand. The best angle of approach was difficult to figure out. She didn't know if she could make the jump to the rooftop of the next building, and it was a chance she decided against taking. Maybe Ozpin's talking about the importance of not diving headfirst into fights was getting to her. Or maybe she just wanted to be as careful as she could when Ruby was involved.

Regardless of why, she dropped down to the concrete ground, and started to pick her way towards the warehouse. The faint screams got louder the closer she got. She could only hear them because of her enhanced senses, otherwise the abandoned facility would've appeared deathly quiet. Screaming wasn't the only sound she could hear, though. The closer she got, the clearer a familiar humming sound grew. The tune was one of Ruby's favorite songs, and the voice was unmistakable.

Yang came into view of the large building. Ruby was in there. Maybe she could talk some sense into her. Or beat it into her, if need be. She hated to even think about it, but if she had to judge from their last encounter, the talking wouldn't go very well.

At least this time Yang would be ready. Ozpin had beat the snot out of her, but it wasn't for nothing. She was faster than last time, stronger than last time, and smarter about both their capabilities. She would be ready for anything Ruby could throw at her.

The large loading bay doors were closed, and every side door she tried ended up being locked. The only door she had yet to try was one that, if the other warehouse had been any example, would lead into the catwalks above the floor. She could've tried her powers, but luckily enough, a fire escape made the extra effort unnecessary.

When she reached it, she turned the rusty handle, hoping more than anything that it would open. It did. She pushed the door open as slowly as she could, and as she started to poke her head in, she was assaulted by a warm, iron smell. It overpowered every other scent and burned her nostrils. Not only that, but it also made the dryness of her throat and mouth even more impossible to ignore.

The unmistakable smell of blood wafted from the unsettling warmth of the warehouse, seeping out into the night like a poison. Yang's nose wrinkled, but her body drew forward almost of its own volition. She was a full step inside of the door before she realized what she was doing, and pulled herself to a stop. It took several seconds to collect herself, and when she did, she knelt down to look around.

She had to put a hand over her mouth to keep from retching, gasping, drooling, or some combination of the three.

Almost the entire floor of the building was covered in a thick sheen of blood. Numerous spatterings covered the walls, a few even reaching heights above the catwalk, more than a story up from the floor.

The source of the screaming quickly became evident. There were people tied to almost every surface available, fifty or more, at least that she could see, all with their hands and feet bound to support columns or protrusions on the wall, whatever was available. Some thrashed against their bonds, some wept quietly to themselves, and some laid still, barely breathing and with broken, thousand-yard stares. Relegated to a pile in one of the corners of the room, several bodies were perfectly still, shriveled and pale.

And there, in the middle of it all, was Ruby. Her sister, the little girl whose life's goal had been to help people ever since she could read, was coated head to toe in blood.

She was hunched over a limp figure, holding it by the shoulders as its strength gave out. Yang could see the color draining from what little she could see of the figure's skin, and knew it was already too late to save them.

Ruby pulled her mouth away from the person's neck, and Yang thought for a brief moment that she was going to speak. A hollow pop resounded off the walls of the large building as Ruby jerked their head to the side. The corpse fell limply to the ground, where the last of whatever blood was left in its body leaked out onto the floor.

Ruby turned as she swallowed one last gulp, and motioned wordlessly to someone Yang couldn't see. Then Jaune came forward, shoes easy to hear as he plodded through the sticky blood. He took the body over his shoulder and walked it over to the pile, where it was unceremoniously dumped like slaughtered livestock.

Ruby said something, but Yang couldn't hear it. She couldn't hear anything. The whole world seemed to ring as her eyes slowly shifted over everything around her. Was it even real? She had never seen this much blood in once place. She'd never imagined she would, either. And the people, tied up and screaming like something out of a horror movie.

She blinked slowly. What was she supposed to do?

Her hand fell away from her mouth limply, and although she didn't realize it, she spoke out loud. "Ruby? What is this…"

Ruby's head jerked in her direction, and Yang clapped a hand over her mouth again. The two stared at each other for a few moments, Yang not sure how to react, and Ruby narrowing her eyes and gazing suspiciously up at her sister.

"Yang? What are you doing here? And why are you just watching me like that? It's a little weird."

Yang started to stammer a response, putting a hand on the railing and pointing aimlessly at the room. Before she could make any intelligible speech, Ruby turned away slightly, putting a hand over her stomach protectively. "Don't even think about hitting me again. I swear, I'll never talk to you again if you do!"

It took Yang a moment to formulate a response, and when she finally did, she replied with a forced smile that she hoped didn't look too fake.

"Of course! I, uh, heard you were in town. Ruby, are you going to kill all these people?"

Ruby looked around at the gruesome scene with a wide smile on her face. Her gait was a little too bouncy for Yang's comfort as she walked over to one of what Yang could only assume was a soon-to-be victim.

"Well, I was planning on it, but you can have a few if you want. Things got a little crazy last time, huh? You calmed down a little, right?"

Yang nodded, quickly looking around for a way down.

"Yeah, totally calm. Sorry about that, by the way. The whole leaving you to burn in the sun thing. I just want to help you!"

Ruby laughed, and grabbed a hold of one of her captives. With one smooth motion, she pulled on his bonds, snapping the rope that tethered him in place and dragging him to his feet. His body started to shudder, and Yang could see his eyes fill with tears as he looked at Ruby with a terrified expression, doing his best to yell past the gag.

"Alright, apology accepted. Here, you can have this guy if you want. I've got more than enough. The stairs are over there, by the way."

She pointed to a small staircase at one end of the building that Yang hadn't seen. Her sister rushed quickly over to it, but stopped when she saw Weiss standing at the base. She was looking blankly towards the center of the room, hardly moving, even to breathe. Yang could tell right away that something was wrong with her, then she remembered Ruby's unfortunate proficiency for mind control.

Ruby must have noticed her hesitation, because she called out, "Weiss, say hi!"

Weiss turned to Yang, gave a stiff courtesy, and said, "Hello, Yang. It's wonderful to see you."

Her usually immaculate dress was streaked with blood spatters, and ripped in a few places, but she seemed to be physically fine. She stared at Yang with eyes like a porcelain doll, and a shiver ran up Yang's back.

"Oh, hey, Weiss. You look… really good."

She didn't respond, and Yang kept walking.

When she stepped on the floor, a sickening squelching sound came from beneath her heel. The blood stuck to her shoe with each step. She tried to keep her eyes up, but the view there wasn't much better. Ruby was still holding the man by his wrist, and it looked like she was starting to crush the bone.

She hurried over to her sister, and took the man from Ruby as gently as she could. His eyes were fixed on her now, and his struggles to escape felt like a toddler flailing against an adult.

Ruby was watching eagerly, and when she noticed Yang looking at her, said, "What? I just want to see how you do it! It'll be awesome!"

Yang looked back at the man. He was panicked, sweating bullets, and still trying to plead for his life. The harder Yang looked, the more she swore she could see beyond what she ever had before. Each individual particle of sweat, every vein and artery, she could even see the blood pumping through his body.

She started to lean forwards. Her throat felt like sandpaper, and her mouth was as dry as a desert. Maybe Ruby was right about the whole thing. What harm could one try do?

Her jaw started to open, and she let out one long breath. The thirst was about to end…

She jerked back as something clicked in her head, and the consequences of what she was doing flooded into her head. She threw the man away, using a little more strength than she meant to, sending him tumbling into the wall across from her. He groaned in pain, but didn't try to run.

Yang looked down at her hands. They were shaking. She wasn't okay. She'd almost killed a man, or worse. Ozpin's warnings about control came echoing back in her mind, and she did everything to steel herself.

"What's the matter? Didn't like the look of him? Don't worry, I've got tons of-"

"Ruby, listen. What you're doing isn't right. I know you need to drink, but you don't need this much! This…" Yang gestured around at the horror show around her, "... isn't good. I think I can help you, but you need to work with me here!"

Ruby's eyes narrowed, and her face fell.

"You're not going to eat? Are you sure? You looked really hungry just now. Do you want someone in particular? We could go out and find something, I've gotten really good at finding people! Come on, I can help!"

The excited look was back again, and Ruby reached out, taking one of Yang's hands and pulling her towards the doors.

Her heels dug into the blood-slicked floor as best they could, and when Ruby realized she wasn't moving, she turned around with a confused expression.

"Yang, I don't get what you're doing. You show up, say you want to eat, throw the guy across the room, and now you don't want to go out. You're being really weird, and I'm starting to get worried about you."

Yang pulled her hand away and threw her arms up, exasperated. "You're worried about me? Ruby, you have people tied up! Look at this place! How many people have you killed? I want to help you, but if you keep on like this, then… god dammit, you're not giving me a choice!"

She put her arms up, getting herself ready to fight. She wished there was another way, but Ruby was out of her mind. Oddly, the hooded sister wasn't upset by the revelation. She let out a deep breath and just shook her head, like the whole situation was ridiculous.

"You can't keep going like this without eating Yang. I'll tie you down and force feed you if I have to."

Yang wasn't in the mood to trash talk, sliding a foot back and raising her arms to her fighting stance. She tried to imagine how Ruby would strike. Ruby had Crescent Rose on her waist this time, but she didn't seem to have any interest in reaching for it. One weakness Ruby always had was she wasn't very creative in how to start an attack. She only had two or three ways of engaging an opponent, and if she wasn't using her scythe she would be limited even more.

Yang guessed Ruby would take obvious route and shape shift her arm into a blade or tentacle of some sort to attack her at range, where she was more comfortable engaging people. Yang adjusted her stance, ignoring the fifty sets of eyes now focused on her.

Ruby dropped her shoulders and rolled her eyes. Her hand lashed forward almost faster than Yang could see, but her preparation was rewarded, for, as expected, a black tentacle whipped out from Ruby's wrist going right for Yang. The blonde ducked and rolled back, avoiding the tendril before returning with a sequence of shots from her gauntlets. Instead of aiming for Ruby herself, she let the rounds burst into flame along the length of the tentacle. Each shot detonated on contact, and the Dust blew apart Ruby's unnatural flesh just like it would any kind of Grimm.

Ruby made a gasp of pain, and the tentacle dissolved into black mist. Her hand returned to normal, and she growled angrily at Yang while she rubbed her wrist for a moment.

A few people started making noises through their gags that Yang could only guess was cheering. Jaune, Weiss and the others remained standing like statues, no intents to intervene. Yang slid back into her battle stance, guessing this time Ruby would try something similar, but rush her this time. She was frustrated, which meant she would want to get in her face. A weakness of her pride that she needed to prove herself, whether it was to others, or herself.

Two wicked looking blades took the place of her hands and forearms, and she charged forwards, snarling animalistically. Yang ducked beneath the first swing from her right, then quickly jumped back as Ruby spun around on her heel so her second arm could come in full force from the same side. Yang set herself at the perfect distance for Ruby to lung forward and pierce her torso. A grin spread on Yang's face as Ruby went for the attack. Instead of deflecting it like she normally would, she stepped forward, arm cocked back as the blade penetrated her side. A burst of energy shot up her spine as the black blade punched through her center, and that power escaped through her fist as a right hook connected with the younger girl's jaw. Without any kind of aura to soften the blow, Ruby's bone was no match for Yang's raw strength. Yang could feel several of Ruby's teeth, including an unnaturally sharp one, forced from the gum that held it. The bone itself crunched under the force, and easily gave way.

Time moved in slow motion for Yang as Ruby made a three hundred and sixty degree turn on her heel, with no balance, and no way to remain standing. That didn't stop Yang, though, as she brought her second fist arcing up, it's flight only slowed by the air itself and she drove it full force into Ruby's bloated stomach.

The blow was strong enough to send any regular human into unconsciousness, even before Yang shifted her position, and slammed Ruby down into the concrete floor with the same punch. Her fist still pressed down, keeping Ruby on the ground. Blood erupted from Ruby's mouth like a fountain as the contents of Ruby's stomach escaped the only way they could. The crimson liquid was quickly lost among the rest on the floor. Ruby wasn't moving, but clearly was still alive. Yang caught sight of a white glimmer in the pool of red, and easily fished it out. It was Ruby's left fang, but what shocked Yang was just how long it was, at least half the length of her middle finger. Her fingers quickly darted to her own fangs as she attempted to inspect if hers were just as large as the enamel wedge she had in her hands. Ruby let out a groan as she finally started moving again, causing Yang to end her puzzling and dive on Ruby, attempted to pin Ruby down.

Ruby screamed in rage for Yang to let go. She thrashed about in her grip growling and snarling, continuing to scream. She held strong, refusing to let her sister hurt anyone else.

"Ruby, please, listen to me! I don't want to fight! I want to go back to how things were, when we were normal! I want to go back to teasing my little sister about boys, and hanging out with my friends, and being a family again! Why can't we do that?"

Ruby responded, "We are a family! Me, and my friends! You're the one who keeps attacking us! I wish we could be a family too, but you're insane!"

Her final word was punctuated with what Yang could only perceive as a full-body spasm, and a second later, thick spines exploded out of Ruby's body, stabbing into Yang and lifting her off her sister.

Her eyes went wide with shock, and her body suddenly became much harder to move. The spines had lodged themselves mostly in her joints, effectively paralyzing her. She didn't even realize her heart still beat, perhaps just out of habit, but she right now it hurt beyond measure as she could feel it pounding right up against one of the spines that went through her chest. Power erupted through her as her aura reacted, building up in response to the damage, but it barely helped. Even pulling her muscles so hard they were on the verge of snapping only bent the spines slightly. She struggled, and as she did so, Ruby stood up.

Without pausing, Ruby bent the spines downward, and reached out with a hand. She took a fistful of Yang's hair, and slammed her head backwards onto the concrete. Yang felt bones crack, and her vision blur. The spines pulled themselves free from her body, but before Yang could move, the hand on her hair moved down to her face, and she felt herself lift off the ground before connecting again even harder than the first time. Ruby continued to slam Yang into the concrete at full force, even long after the floor had started to crack under the impacts, each blow followed by a grunt of rage from the smaller girl, until finally her anger left and she released Yang. Ruby fell back, breathing heavily before changing to long deep breaths to calm herself.

When she was finally calm, she let out one last breath. Yang's head was still in one piece after her little tantrum.

"I told you not to punch me in the stomach" She commented as she straightened back up on her feet, letting out a second deep breath.

"There, now we can get something into your stomach, alright? That's all you need, I'm sure. I get a little mad when I'm hungry too. Jaune!"

She called over her shoulder, and Jaune came walking to her side with a blank expression on his face.

"Get something for Yang to eat. That will calm her down."

Without speaking, Jaune turned to the nearest prisoner and started to untie their bindings. Yang groaned, rolling over and hoping that she could regenerate quickly.

"Ruby, please, I don't need this. I'm not hungry!" Her mind raced as she tried to think of a way out. "I'm just… it's all…"

A light flicked on in her head, and she did her best to make it believable.

"Dracul! He told me he was coming for you, because you were getting too powerful! He wants to kill you before you can take him one on one. He told you to get out of Vale, right? Now you're back, and he isn't happy."

Ruby's expression changed. A shadow fell over her face, and her focus seemed to leave Yang for a second. She spoke to herself almost too quietly for Yang to hear.

"He knows? That was fast. I thought… He won't be happy. Leave? I don't want to go back…"

Yang could see her opportunity growing, and was quick to press forward.

"He's going to make you go back to Patch, Ruby! Or worse, he's going to kill you! You aren't strong enough to fight him on your own, but if we work together, we could take him out! He's close, I saw him earlier."

Ruby looked towards the ground, thinking. As she did, Yang could feel her body pulling itself back together. She had to keep going.

"Come on, we both want this. If we take him out, Vale is ours! We can… we can take it over, and do whatever we want. We can be a family again! But only if Dracul is dead!"

Jaune returned with a woman, who had given up fighting and only stood, quivering in fear and averting her eyes. He gave her a soft push towards Ruby, just hard enough that the woman brushed Ruby's shoulder.

Ruby turned and looked at her, causing her to shudder and fall to the floor, starting to beg and grovel for her life. Ruby looked back at Yang with a strange little grin, and she could see that Ruby's fang was already growing back.

"You're sure you don't want anything? Saving it for when we own this city?"

Yang nodded, not letting her discomfort show on her face. "Yeah, something like that."

Ruby held out a hand, which Yang was somewhat hesitant to take. Her sister had, after all, nearly caved her skull in just moments ago.

"I don't want us to fight anymore, so I want you to promise!" She commanded, holding up her pinky for Yang to shake.

She kept a careful eye on her sister's face. It was the strangest thing; there was no trace of the anger that had just consumed her.

How reliable the promise was, she didn't know, but it was the best shot she had.

She wrapped her pinkie around her sister's, nodding and saying, "I promise." Ruby gave her an elated smile, then rushed forwards.

Yang drew in a sharp breath, trying to react as fast as she could. Had she let Ruby trick her? She couldn't have really let that happen.

Ruby's arms wrapped around her waist, and Yang realized she was being hugged. She returned the gesture, patting the top of Ruby's head. The hug was warm, but it wasn't from Ruby's body. It was from the thick veneer of coagulated blood that caked almost her entire body. Yang held in another gag.

She peeled her sister off and pointed in the direction of the warehouse Dracul had been in.

"We should probably get this thing done. Gotta get that crown quick, right?"

Ruby giggled and nodded, speaking to no one in particular as she started to walk towards the doors. "Someone get this open! Me and Yang are going out!"

From somewhere Yang hadn't seen, Nora walked towards a button, pushing it and turning to look at Ruby. She had the same dead expression as Ruby's other friends, and her front was covered with not only blood, but also a series of scratches, bruises, and small cuts. Several lengths of rope hung off her body in neat coils, ready for use. Yang felt her stomach churn as she realized that Nora was who tied people up.

She hoped that they wouldn't remember what they'd done, for their sakes.

Nora hit a button, and the large loading bay doors started to grind open. A small lip in the floor prevented any of the blood from leaking out, which Yang guessed was lucky. At least there wouldn't be too much cleanup for whoever found all this.

Ruby stepped out first, and Yang followed, noting the footprints they left behind. Her front was covered in blood. No amount to washing was going to be able to get it out.

She shook her head. She needed to focus, now more than ever. Ruby asked where the warehouse was that she'd seen Dracul in, and Yang was quick to point it out. After she'd acquired her target, Ruby started to walk faster, an excited bounce in her step. All the the while, she chattered excitedly to Yang about what she had been doing, and why she left Patch. Yang wished she'd stop. Apparently, the people of Patch all had a funny taste that made them taste stale after a while. Yang shuddered to think what that taste could be.

The warehouse Yang led her sister towards seemed eerily quiet, but everything seemed that way now. Yang could still hear the muffled sounds of Ruby's prisoners, thought they started to fade the further they got. When Yang came to one of the doors, she saw that something was wrong.

More of the building's insides seemed to have been roughed up or destroyed than she had left them. Boxes were smashed in, shards of glass were scattered across the floor, and Yang could hear something from further inside.

If she were human, the darkness around her would have been like a solid wall. It was easy to see through, however, and she could make out dancing shadows further into the facility. She made to point them out to Ruby, but her sister was already off, moving towards the faint sound like a crimson streak.

Keeping up wasn't easy. Ruby was able to dash fluidly over everything in her way without making a sound, where Yang had to balance between moving as fast as possible, and staying quiet.

Ruby gradually disappeared behind more and more of the clutter, and Yang did her best to keep up. The sounds of battle were close by, but it didn't sound like Ruby. Voices were too deep and masculine. She heard a heavy impact somewhere ahead of her, then spied a figure soaring through the air.

She slid to a stop as Professor Ozpin came crashing down on one of the large crates to her side. He grunted as a large plume of dust and wooden splinters exploded out around him. Yang stepped towards him, but before she could get close, he picked himself up and brought his cane to bear on Yang.

"Not one step closer, or I…"

His voice trailed off as he realized he was looking at Yang, and for a brief moment he seemed to relax before his eyes suddenly narrowed and his body tensed again.

"Yang?" He seemed suspicious. She took another step forwards, concerned, but he held up a hand. "I said no closer. Now…"

He started to think, and from somewhere behind her, Yang heard Dracul shout, "What's the matter, Oz? Been looking for me too long? Maybe you should have brought others!"

A mirthful laugh rose, and Yang could tell it was getting closer, and fast. She looked back to Ozpin, confused, and was taken slightly off-guard when he asked, "What book did I explain you and your sister's condition, and where did we have the conversation?"

Yang stopped. "Uh, it was… it was The Atlas, right? We talked about it in my dorm room. Why are you asking all this?"

Ozpin put his cane back down, leaning his weight on it and taking a deep breath.

"It's a relief you showed up when you did. Dracul is starting to wear me down. Ruby is here with you, correct?" Yang nodded, and Ozpin continued. "Good. You two have to finish him here, and now. Otherwise, I fear you will run out of options with Ruby."

His attention was briefly grabbed by Dracul's footsteps, which now sounded much closer, and he held out his cane.

"Here. This will make the battle much easier. The end is capped with pure silver, something very dangerous to vampires. If you can put it through his heart, that will end it. He will be cautious if he sees you with it, but he knows its effectiveness as well, and won't hesitate to use it. Don't worry about breaking it, that cane has been used for many generations before my own."

The hollow click of footsteps was almost on them now, and Yang knew Ozpin had to leave.

"Will do. Now go, you have to! But… I don't know, stay close, I guess? In case something goes wrong? I'll do everything I can, but maybe you should hang around…"

Her voice trailed off, but Ozpin put a hand on her shoulder.

"I'll never abandon my students, Yang. I have faith in you, and in your sister."

Yang nodded, and turned to face the direction of Dracul's footsteps. It was less than a second before he stepped from around a corner, and an amused expression passed over his face.

"Well, well, well, here you are again. You met with your sister, then? I imagine you two had a wonderful little chat."

Yang growled at him in response. He smiled as he raised his hand toward her, making a finger gun aimed right at her head.

Before she could react, something connected with her eyes, blinding her. She wiped it away finding it to be some kind of liquid. Once her vision was clear she found her entire front covered in a fresh coating of blood. Dracul had a dumbstruck look on his face. as he looked down toward the floor.

A black blade was protruding from the center of his chest. Ruby appeared behind him and grabbed his throat with her free hand.

"It was great actually. We kill you, then we get to rule Vale."

"If I had a coin for every time-" He stopped himself as his hands surged forward. He held them in front of himself while smoke erupted from his hands. Yang watched a handle appear in his grip before it was unceremoniously thrown up against his chest. Ruby went wide eyed before coughing up a small torrent of blood. The blade in Dracul's chest dissipated and Ruby was raised up off the ground as the elder vampire leaned forward.

Yang saw a blade piercing her sister's body. This one wasn't some kind of shapeshifting power though, this one was actual steel. The one edged sword was pulled from both their torsos and Ruby fell to a ground a hole in her chest dangerously close to her heart.

"Hm. Your breast did a better job of diverting the blow then I thought it would." He commented before delivering a solid kick, sending Ruby deep into the factory, and breaking more than a couple things as she went.

Just like how he changed his face from before, smoke erupted from the rest of his body blocking him from view. Yang jumped back, holding the cane in front of her as she waited for what would happen. Ozpin jumped back even further as quickly started to back away out of the fight.

When Dracul emerged from his smoke screen he looked like something out of a fantasy book. Armored vambraces and shin guards and a Cuirass over his center. In his right hand he held a single edged blade, with a ring guard. His left was a claw, each part of his hand given extra armor to protect it when he swiped. Dracul shifted his weight and made a quick kick with his right foot, causing another three blades to slide into place at the front of his toe.

Yang made a small gulp, as she realized that she might be over her head a little.

"What's the matter? You were so confident before." He taunted as his foot slammed down with enough force to break the tiles beneath.

Yang sorted her nerves out, and took a defensive stance. She had fought sword opponents plenty of times. Heck, she even used them for a year when she first started at Signal, and a claw was no different than a beowolf, or that one girl from Junior's club. Reassured in her abilities to combat the man before him, she adopted a defensive stance, wanting to observe his style for a bit before going on the offence.

Dracul, taking the hint, rushed forward with speed that could have matched Ruby's. He jumped before making contact, twisting around as his foot went up before slamming back down on Yang. She managed to block the blades with Ozpin's cane, but the force of the blow caused it to be ripped from her hands as he fell to the floor. Before she could recover, Dracul's claw followed up and all four fingers made their mark as they sliced open her skin, leaving four long cuts through her face, including her eye.

Another attack, this time from the sword, left a cut across her waist to her opposite breast before the tip found its way to her side, piercing her flank, clean through her ribcage, all the way out the other side. The weapon was violently pulled from her body and she felt herself stagger. Her blood must have been replaced with magma as it burned through her, even her heart burned as it pushed through.

She looked up with her good eye to see Dracul just coming out of a twist on his heel. Both hands were on his sword as he made a large swing, aiming right for her neck. Yang threw her fist up to intercept the blade. No feedback registered in her mind that she blocked it. Only the thought that she wasn't dead went through her mind, so she must have succeeded. She cocked back her other arm, bringing it smashing into Dracul's side with as much force as she could muster.

The fire in her started to die down a little. She could register the sound of Dracul's armor fracturing, pieces falling and scattering into the darkness. Ridding herself of the pressure rapidly building in her body, she slammed her fists together, casting as much of it outward as she could. The space around her was wreathed in fire, and Dracul was forced to take several steps back.

Her body was rapidly repairing itself, even her blind eye was already stitched together and starting to bring depth back to the world.

She watched Dracul carefully, making sure she could see every single minute movement he made. Nothing he did was going to slip past her. He picked himself off, brushing off some dirt that settled on his cloths. His armor was repairing itself before her eyes, and she wondered if it actually was steel or not.

He rose an eyebrow as he looked at the circle of flame. "A clever little trick, Yang. I must say, I'm impressed. Not many people retain their aura after turning. You must be a very special case. If your turning was intentional, I'm sure you would have made a fine vampire. But, unfortunately, you backed the wrong horse. Now you and your sister have to die."

Yang could see Ruby approaching again, and quickly looked back to her opponent. "I wouldn't get so cocky if I were you. You've got two of us to kill, and we only have to take one of you down."

Dracul gave her a small smirk, and said, "If you really think it's that simple, you have a very painful lesson to learn. But you have nothing to worry about, I will be more than happy to teach you."

Yang could see Ruby getting closer much faster, and she could also see the huge silhouette of Crescent Rose behind her. If she could get a clean hit off, it would be devastating, but Yang was sure that Dracul would be able to see it coming.

It was a basic concept of teamwork. She could see what Ruby was doing, and knew how she could help. Without a second of hesitation, she exploded out towards Dracul, feet grazing the top of the fire as she went. Dracul raised his weapons to intercept her, but Yang stopped short of being impaled on his blade, throwing a flurry of punches and blasting as many dust cartridges as she could. His eyes widened slightly, and his face twisted into an irritated glare.

The base of his blade was more than able to dissipate the heat of her attacks, but his focus was entirely on her.

Ruby lept into the air, bringing Crescent Rose back for what Yang could recognize would be a devastating blow, even to an elder vampire. She focused on Dracul again, making sure he was as preoccupied as possible.

Ruby seemed to straighten her body in midair, trajectory changing so that she would come down directly on her target. Her cape whipped and fluttered as she rocketed downwards, and she let a piercing cry escape her lips. Dracul's head turned slightly in her direction, but Yang redoubled her efforts, starting to advance on him as she attacked.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Dracul was momentarily stunned. Yang could see countless thoughts running through his eyes at blistering speeds, but none helped him.

Ruby twirled before holding Crescent Rose out, creating the appearance of a blood-red wheel of death spinning fast enough to appear as a mere blur bearing down on the vampire. Crescent rose met his thick chestplate, and time seemed to slow down for Yang as she watched the blade burrow into the armor.

Dracul was lifted off of his feet, dragged backwards by the immense momentum Ruby had built up as Crescent Rose continued to bear into him, the scythe's tip appearing through his the back of his shoulder.

At the last second, he threw his hand up, and the blade cut clean through his arm. He leaned into the attack causing the tip to catch the edge of his armor. At the same time, Yang threw her fist for her own attack, but hit nothing as Dracul was thrown across the building again by her sister's attack.

The girls watched him spiral away at breakneck speed. Rolling through the air, he landed on the wall, feet first. Both girls were taken aback by the fact there was no impact. He simply stopped upon contact with the wall. The two girls looked at each other, but their attention was grabbed when Dracul threw his arms out at them.

Boxes and heavy equipment exploded into the air, as two black serpent-like creatures raised up from the shadows. Both made loud hissing like noises as the arched down to the ground before quickly making their way toward their prey, pushing aside everything in their way.

Yang asked, "Can you do that?"

"No, and I've tried."

Both dived out of the way as the two heads struck at them, caving a large divot in the ground where they had been a moment before. Yang tucked into a roll and let her momentum take her to her feet. Landing right next to one of the snake's body, she unloaded a blast into its flank, only for the shot to repel off of the black scales and explode in her face. Yang felt the front of her body singe as the fire licked her flesh, the light momentarily blinding her. A long object impacted her side, and she was knocked off of her feet as she flew through the air.

Ruby called for her as she watched Dracul go by, surfing on the top of the snake's body. Gravity didn't seem to be affecting him as he quickly glided his way up to the snake's head. The creature turned to face them, but didn't strike. The second one slithered around its body, encircling it. After a second, the two started merging together.

Yang's eyes lost focus as she tried to watch the process. The two snakes began to spew smoke from every scale, and at the top, she could just see Dracul smiling down at her.

Finally, the black mass started to move, bending down toward them. Both girls prepared to dodge, but held position until they knew where to dodge to. Smoke faded from the creature to reveal a pair of nostrils. As more and more smoke fled from sight, jaws with rows of large razor sharp teeth, Glowing red eyes, four legs, and even a pair of wings billowed into sight. If it wasn't for it's pure black body, Yang would have thought she was looking at an ancient Grimm.

The jaws snapped open while the back of its throat illuminated. Both of them dived to opposite sides as a torrent of blaze consumed the spot they were just in and everything behind them. Yang came out of her roll and fired a few shots at Dracul, only to miss when the dragon-like creature raised its head up.

Dracul lept off the head as the creature reached forward with its jaws open. Yang fired off more shots, using them to propel her back, away from the beast. Its scales were too thick, though, and her shots did nothing to slow it as it quickly caught up. Her bones crunched as the jaws snapped closed around her. One row of teeth went through her collar, the other through her pelvis.

Ruby raised Crescent Rose up to stop Dracul's foot as he came down off the dragon's head. When his talon's stopped, he quickly knelt down and brought his foot around to kick her in the side of the head. He slipped off her metal shaft, landing gracefully on the ground as she fell over. When she stilled, he rolled the blade in his hands going for a thrust right at her heart. Cement cracked as the blade failed to connect. Ruby's body already taking the form of mist.

The young vampire moved past him, reforming at his back. Dracul lashed out with his claw, only for her to lean back and avoid it. His sword broke free of the floor, making the crack bigger as it came down overhead at Ruby. With the spear tip of her scythe she parried it to the side, before bringing the bladed head up to swing at his neck.

The elder vampire knew what to do though, and moved in further, shoulder bashing the shaft as he brought his claw up to strike at her throat. Ruby released her right hand from her weapon and intercepted Dracul's arm. Her fist connected with his palm and the fingers curled in around her wrist, the points digging deep into the flesh. Metal snapped though as out of the top of Dracul's hand as a black spike broke through. The spike kept growing and growing, taking the elder off his feet and flying across the room before it connected with a wall, and Dracul hanging by his hand next to the top. Ruby winced at the five long cuts in her arm that were carved in as she pushed Dracul away.

Crescent Rose folded up into its rifle form and she leveled it at his head, eyeing him through the scope just as he flashed an evil grin. Ruby pulled the trigger just as a massive force collided with her side, making her shot go wide. Her spike derooted from the wall and Dracul landed with perfect pose, brushing off his armor for a second before walking forward.

Ruby let herself take her mist form, a moment later realizing just how close she was to crashing into the wall. She took a position on the catwalk just above taking in the scene below. Yang was in the dragon's maw, being thrashed about, while she herself pounded into its snout with both arms trying to free herself. The tail was still lashing about suggesting that was what hit her a moment before hand. Dracul was walking across the floor directly toward her. The same smile on his face as he casually swung the blade about in front of him.

"Yang!" She called, catching her sister's attention who stopped her punching to listen. "Sunrise!"

The blonde grinned as she cocked back her arms, receiving a satisfying cocking sound as the shells primed themselves. She concentrated her aura so the dust would form into a long range projectile then started throwing her fist out full speed, putting as many rounds into the air as she could.

Dracul paused, not recognizing what was happening, only seeing Yang suddenly firing shots into the air, well above his head. Turning to his daughter he saw her taking aim with her rifle, but again not at him. As the glowing orbs passed overhead, the bang of Ruby's sniper rifle echoed in the building, before following up with a loud boom as her shots intercepted Yang's midflight. Fire exploded into life, the roaring flames falling right on Dracul, as he found himself flinching, throwing up his arms in a desperate attempt to shield himself.

The center of the factory was now consumed in fire, burning the wood, grease, oil, equipment and anything else it could touch. The dragon holding Yang suddenly lost its form, causing Yang to fall to the ground as it quickly evaporate into nothing. She looked around only to see fire. A metal glint caught her eye, and she identified Ozpin's cane next to the flames. She dashed forward hoping to grab it as the fire slowly moved toward it.

Her hand grasped it, and she started to pull it away from the blaze. An armored foot slammed down on the cane before she could lifted it from the ground, and she looked up to see Dracul glaring down at her despite several spots on his person still burning, with hate in his eyes. Yang felt her whole body freeze when their eyes met, as some invisible force seemed to pass through her eyes and was crushing up against her brain. What felt like a wall of some kind in her mind was quickly crumbling like paper.

"Get away from my sister!"

Crescent Rose came down on over Dracul's shoulder, and with the blade, he was thrown across the factory. Ruby twisted around as the blade folded up, and she aimed the spear tip at the elder vampire, before firing a shot and sending it flying across the building to impale him to the wall.

Ruby looked back to Yang and smiled as she helped her up. Yang didn't move for a second until she realized her mind wasn't being crushed anymore. Upon seeing her sister, she returned the smile.

"Is that Ozpin's cane?" She asked, looking down at the object in her sister's hand.

"It's tipped with silver, which will apparently kill a vampire."

"Oh! Can I?" She asked, taking the cane from her sister before she was actually given permission.

"Ruby what are you-" She stopped when Ruby took her mist form and quickly moved through the flaming building to Dracul. The elder vampire growled in frustration as he tried to free himself from his impalement. Parts of his body were trying to shapeshift, or turn to mist, but the fire still burning him kept it from doing so completely. He was now trying to use his raw strength to pull the weapon from the wall. He was making some progress, but Ruby was in his face before he could get too far.

"So I got this thing here." She started, twirling the cane in her hands before stopping it, and bringing the tip to rest on the side of his neck. Dracul winced when it made contact, but after that refused to get her any sense of pleasure from the pain.

"Now, as the new Queen of Vale, it's my job to pass judgement on law breakers and just anyone I feel like. And during the time that I've been thinking about it. I have decided to sentence you to death, but I've also decided that you aren't worthy of pleasing your queen with your blood."

She moved the cane from his neck to his chest, right over his heart.

"I think you can just die like the bitch you are!" The steel armor Dracul had didn't seem to resist the soft silver in any means as it passed through to his heart with little effort needed.

When she felt the cane press against his flesh, she lightened up, enjoying the hissing sound that came from within the armor.

She leaned in close, a broad smile on her face. "Maybe we could take this slow. I like it slow."

Dracul struggled for a moment, squirming under his armor to get away from the cane, before spitting a thick wad of blood in her face. Ruby leaned back, an annoyed expression on her face, shaking her head.

"Fine. Maybe we can take it really slow. I could be here for days, you know. How about-"

A hand on her shoulder made her turn, and she found Yang looking at her with a horrified expression. "Ruby, what are you doing?"

Ruby stopped, then glanced back to Dracul. "I'm showing him who's boss. What's the point of beating him if I can't gloat?"

She couldn't understand why tears started to fill Yang's eyes. She started to ask what was wrong, but before she could, Yang shoved her away, and punched the cane through Dracul's chest.

Ruby was about to protest, but almost immediately felt her blood rushing through her head. She fell over and felt stomach empty. Blood spilled from her mouth, before another heave brought more. Yang ran over to Ruby as fast as she could, rubbing her back asking what was wrong. Ruby only continued to be violently ill. Yang pulled out her scroll and emergency dialed Ozpin. The ringing of the phone echoed in her mind, even long after the scroll ceased its tune, and Yang realize everything was moving in slow motion. She looked down at Ruby again, only to see her face down in the pool of bile she just created. A cold flash came over her as she knelt down next to her sister, and a moment later she realize she was on the ground, her head pounding like it'd been stuck with a hammer.

She looked around. All she could see was the fire eating away at the walls around her. She tried to move, but her muscles felt like they had turned to lead.

She blinked, and realized she was being loaded up into the back of an ambulance. Ozpin was already seated along the side, and one of them was medics climbing into sit next to him.

"Rest, Yang." The old man spoke to her when their eyes met, "Everything is going to be ok, just rest. Ruby is fine now, so don't worry."

Yang still wanted to see Ruby, but her body still wasn't moving. She couldn't even work up the energy to be worried. A tube was placed in her both against her consent, and before she realized it was there, water started flowing down it. The pain, like a hot dagger in her throat, subsided as the cool liquid passed through her. Slowly, her head slumped to the side, and her eyelids drifted closed. For the first time in what felt like years, she fell asleep.

EN: Greetings, it is me, the mighty Leivve. Thanks so much for reading this fic, Lazerbear here wrote. It was fun to help and work with him and I hope he'll invite me to more of his projects (hint, hint). We just have the epilogue to do, to wrap up all the loose ends, but we are glad so many people enjoy it. Make sure to review so we can both improve into the future and continue to write for you all more exciting/scary/action packed/mystery/good stories.