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

Chapter 17: Silence Before the Storm

Because you monsters won't stop scolding me like the Clown Pussy I am, here you are;
(Note, I now officially identify as Clown Pussy)

(Y/n)'s POV

I was stuck here now... No denying that. I stared at the dark room with a pout, grumbling darkly and annoyedly. It couldn't even enjoy the dark, what with my darkvision acting up, out of my control. 

It's the lack of blood. I haven't tasted it in far too long...

My eyes scanned around carefully, blankly, blindly for anything in sight that could provide me with satisfaction... Anything at all. A rat scrambled past. My eyes followed it. I didn't dare move. Only my shiny eyes traced it along, nothing more to it.

It sniffed the air, before turning its direction and hopping over towards me, sniffing at my feet... Then hopping up, running along, and taking little nibbles at the fabric with its sharp teeth, hoping to reach the cold flesh of my thighs underneath, unaware that what it stood on wasn't fully dead. With good speed; though not quite as ungodly quick as it used to be, I snatched the thing up, fingers wrapped around its body.

It squirmed in my hand, head flailing from side to side... It stopped flailing though, after I squeezed hard enough to make its body squash in my fist. Blood erupted from in-between the cracks in my fingers... The wet, hairy thing in my hand was entirely stiff, and the crimson juices were running down all along my fist...

The... Disgusting juices, unlike anything I'd ever hoped to taste. Rat blood. 

Rat blood. Am I thinking clearly? Rat. Blood. Blood. Rat. Rat. Rat!

I dropped the thing, hesitantly... But the blood on my hand remained. And again, through the moonlight of the open window, I was forced to admire. That lovely dark colour, the scent of it... Like candy you'd find on the ground with a couple of cat hairs on it, when you're on the verge of death due to a lack of sugar.

Unable to help myself... I felt my tongue extend... Against my own will, inching its way towards those juices... But... Something stopped me. Not hesitation, but rather... Grunting. A huff, and another grunt. I raised an eyebrow, turning to the window very slowly... It was the barred kind, so really, there was no escape there. That, and it was far too small for anyone to fit through. But... On that small window, a hand appeared grabbing a bar, with another grunt...

After a long pause, a face popped up, wide eyed and panicked. As soon as I saw it, my face flooded with relief, joy, and amazement... and then also in panic, as I got up and ran over to that window.

(Y/n): "Ernest!"

Ernest: "(Y/n)!"

(Y/n): "ERNEST!"

Ernest: "(Y/N)!"

(Y/n): "WE'RE ON THE FIFTH FLOOR!"

Ernest: "I KNOW!"

(Y/n): "YOU MIGHT DIE!"

Ernest: "I REALISE THAT!"

I heard a distant mumble, along with a cough, so quickly ducked a little, eyes shooting over towards the closed door... Nothing happened. Nothing strange occurred. Nobody came. We both stared at that door for a long moment, before I turned back to Ernest with a broad grin, placing my hands on my hips.

(Y/n): "...you beautiful son of a bitch... How did you find me?!"

Ernest: "Tracked... Oof! Tracked you after the train incident!"

(Y/n): "...wasn't that several hours ago?"

Ernest: "Bitch, do you know how many windows there are on this building?!"