(Male Faunus Reader x Team RWBY) The Vampiric Apocalypse with Team RWBY.

Blake/(F/N) - Day 158 Testing, attention please!

Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me. Here's my ten cents, the two cents is free. A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me? (All together now!)

"Blake is like Midas. Everyone she touches turns into a Lesbian or Straight." -  The Internet.

Each member of Team RWBY wake up immediately as the sound of the loudspeakers starts.

"Wakey wakey, rise and shine." Sounds the ecstatic voice of (F/N) as he starts with one of the best impressions of a News Broadcaster any of them have ever heard.

"Today is going to be a sunny day with a spot of rain later in the afternoon, as well as large amounts of boredom for those who snoo-" At this several bangs go off as Ruby shoots the loudspeaker a few times with Crescent Rose damaging the loud-speaker enough so that it falls off the wall with a dull thunk.

"Thank you for shutting him up." Blake groggily says from her bed before the other members of Team RWBY go to the showers and through their old morning routine, each feeling much more alive, other than Weiss. Who probably feels like Death.

I don't know I've never been concussed just enough to remember what it feels like.

Anyway Blake looks over to Weiss before opening the door and exiting the room to find the rest of the facility has very dim lighting, however for Blake this is enough to see everything due to her advantageous heritage.

Once she reaches the centre of the room, she looks beside one of the consoles to find a book, or a diary, with (F/N)'s initials on it written in his fancy handwriting. Which Blake has seen several times during reading his notes in study sessions from back at Beacon in Port's lessons whenever he actually taught something.

She brushes a hand over it, being tempted to read through what lead up to this point, but when her ears started picking up the grunting and growling of a male individual, she started walking over to that area. Finding several tables with various tools and bits of machinery, some with things she recognised and others not so much.

Never thought you'd be the engineering type. She thinks to herself before looking at a hazy bullet resistant glass window in a large door.

Behind this door is the eighteen year old that saved their lives not even a few hours previous.

She presses a button on a nearby console attached to the wall and the door slowly opens to reveal a shirtless (F/N) standing in the centre of a room wearing what appears to be some sort of helmet, with goggles of some kind.

Seemingly fighting nothing in both hand to hand combat and with something else that he isn't actually holding. From the way his hand is curved it resembles the handle of a blade or something similar.

As she enters he pauses and slowly removes his gear, looking directly at Blake.

"Hey there Blakey, what can I do for ya?" He asks with his usual charismatic smile.

"You train everyday?" At this (F/N) smirks to himself and idly points a thumb at the towel and bottle of water beside the entrance.

"Yup, toss us those will ya?" At this Blake nods and does so, (F/N) easily catching them, Blake taking the time to try to keep her eyes locked onto his head with a light blush as he rubs his face down with the towel before tossing it back to where it was, not bothering with the rest of his gleaming muscular body, taking a sip of water before tossing it so that it lands standing up.

"I can tell, I wanted to ask you something." Blake says.

"Shoot."

"Last night...we could barely keep up with them, how did you hit them? Let alone..." She trails off, (F/N) letting out a deep rumble at the fact that she still may not be used to death yet, but has nowhere to run to so she's unfortunately left facing her problems, he knows what Blake's like.