Red Ripper: RWBY x Vampire Male Reader [Volumes 1 & 2]

Chapter 14: Betrayal most Foul

Gothika's POV

I cringed, as I watched Maria hammer the nail into the sleeping girl. She awoke instantly, of course, with that sharp noise of cracking bones and a fountain of blood that burst from her body. She hammered it in a few more times, jaw tight, wiping the blood off of her face with a sleeve, before taking a breath and lifting up the hatchet... Only to bring it down with a loud 'thwack', ending the non-melodic song of screams.

We were both fairly quiet, until yet another scream rang out behind us. Drest was busy hammering into a Vampire as well... His third one to be precise. He always got it done and over with so quickly, it was almost scary to me. His eyes lost emotion, his movements were without hesitation, not an inch of mercy. Much like (Y/n). He proceeded to aim with his combat knife, and sank it into the anomaly of nature's neck, cutting a few solid times, and dismembering the head successfully, making sure to move it an inch away from the rest of the body.

Like clockwork, he moved on to the next crate, flinging the lid off and drawing a silver stake from (Y/n)'s belt, that had been left with us.

Gothika: "How do you do that so fast...?"

Drest: "(Y/n) taught me. Well... (Y/n) and Ernest. Ernest got it down pretty quick, whilst I was... Lagging behind. Couldn't ever quite build up the strength or the courage to just... Stick what was essentially a giant nail inside a body... But after they taught me together, I got the hang of it."

Maria: "Ernest got EVERYTHING down pretty quickly. He may only be good with a hand cannon, but damn it, he's got the nerve, and the intellect of a Vampire Hunter."

Maria chimed in, as she popped open another crate as well. Inspecting the next Vampire. I turned to Drest, as he tossed me and Maria a silver stake each. I stared at the thing in my hand for a long time, before breathing a long sigh of the cold air.

Guess I've gotta contribute somehow... If I weren't a Lycan, I'd probably be the most useless person on the Team, wouldn't I...?

I turned to a crate of my own, flipping off the lid and inspecting what was inside... Almost gasping as I did. A child... A boy, maybe around 10 years of age. I bit my lip, glancing at the others, before taking out one of the miniature hammers we were all supplied with, looking from that, to the nail, unsure of myself for a moment.

Drest: "Hah! Those two sure can teach well together. Ernest is like... A kind mother, or an older classmate. If you get something wrong, he gently prods you in the right direction, while pointing out your mistake in a considerate way..."

He mused, over the screams of yet another Vampire.

Maria: "Hah! Yeah... (Y/n)'s more like... A drunk uncle... The kind who likes to scold you if you get anything wrong, then rushes off to throw up at the mere disgust of your incompetence."

I paused, just as I was positioning a nail over the child's heart, with the hammer rested atop it.

Gothika: "...wait... He throw up...? For real? Just because you were... incompetent?!"

Maria: "Yep. He asked me something like 'On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being Jaune and 10 being (Y/n), how awesome is TheCrimsonFuckr?' or... Something like that."

Gothika: "...what did you answer?"

Maria: "Well... I thought it was a trick question! I mean, who names somebody 'TheCrimsonFuckr'?! I thought maybe it was somebody (Y/n) didn't like, so I chose 1... Turns out, that was the wrong answer. Ugh, who even IS TheCrimsonFuckr?! He never bothered to explain!"

Gothika: "...this Team is actually retarded."

Drest: "In all fairness, he throws up every time he even sees Jaune. So we can't exactly say it doesn't correlate."