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

Day 158/Unknown Date Silber/Ruby. The Second into Catching the Glare.

There's a shape in the shadows,
There's a chill in the air,
He won't let you get rattled,
You won't know that he's there,
There's no way to do battle,
When you're caught unaware.
One blink and he'll be gone,
And you'll be dead in your chair.

This is probably the biggest glowing neon sign of a hint I can give, for those who didn't get who I based Silber off, incase his physical description wasn't enough that is. Changed the tattoo though. Barcode is cool and all but I felt like mixing in a bit of a certain, white armoured and extremely strong individual from another rooster teeth show. He is my favourite after all.

And I usually prefer the sneaky type.

Anyways, enjoy.

"Always knew I didn't belong in this world. I wasn't made for this. But I'll never forget those who betrayed me, and those who never failed my trust. I'll be carrying nothing from Gontranno but this lesson: never trust anyone and rely on your instincts. Forget the past. I'll never find peace here. So, I'll seek justice for myself. I'll choose the truth I like." - Agent 47, Silent Assassin.

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Day 158 after outbreak, Silber, First Person.

I have been asked to record what I remember of the events regarding my rescue, what little I can offer that is.

I remember pain. Lots of it. It feels like my body is tearing itself apart, as if every fibre of my being is being snipped apart one by one. With pain so amplified it could kill me were I a weaker person. It is excruciating.

For the first time in a long time I remember anger, like a volcano ready to erupt in mind and body. I am not usually like this.

To be calm is to have control of a situation, I know that, but I am not calm. I'm anxious. Wracked with fear. This fear is caused by what I can only describe as Grimm taking a hold of humanity. Twisting the soul of what we are into sadistic and wicked mad men.

This perversion of what makes us Human or Faunus alike, is a crime no one, good nor evil. Even those neutral have to be compelled by the atrocity that has afflicted the world.

An atrocity that I will fix, with anyone I can find. Nothing else matters now.

I remember Yang's voice, distant, she was pale, but I knew she was Human. Even if she wasn't I wouldn't have been able to resist, not in the state I was in.

I then remember the voice of someone I trust implicitly. The most durable individual I know. (F/N) is an individual of focus, sheer will, he doesn't deal with emotional trauma well however. It can be exploited if used properly by individuals playing a long running war against him.

Though I don't know how they're alive, I am not in the least bit surprised. Talented is an understatement. Their progression in skill has barely been matched by my teammates, let alone myself. Though (F/N)'s skill has so far only been matched in individual combat by myself, Pyrrha and Scarlet. A mysterious one, that one.

A friendly rivalry had formed back then between each team's, but I don't think that will matter anymore.

The pain alleviates slightly, replaced with a numb feeling throughout my body. It lets my senses sharpen for a short while.

I can hear rapid, distant footfalls of the things I have seen rarely during the day. But they're slower than the ones that appear at night. They don't get hungry as easily.

"Ruby, Blake stay close! I don't want this fight lasting any longer than it has to and I am not losing another good man!" The determination in his voice, the underlying desperation. What has happened to have shaken you so, (F/N)?