This chapter is VERY long (because of the amount of details lmao), so I suggest grabbing a snack and a drink when reading this! But, without further ado, enjoy~!

It's only been a couple of weeks since the amorous, intimate session with a certain blonde vampire: Yang Xiao Long. More than stunned, you were absolutely stupefied by how you just let her do those things to you. Even if the intense infatuation was mutual, you'd wanted to wait for the right moment but that obviously wasn't the case...

Things haven't been easier for you either — Yang would carry on with her amatory exploits, the rest of Team RWBY would stare (or more like stalk) at you as if they'd attack at any second, and your female teammates displayed their unusual coquetry whenever you came around. Just what the hell is happening?!

Not only that, but you've also been approached by several different girls in the last few weeks. The most notable encounter would be the second-years: Coco Adel and Velvet Scarlatina, members of Team CFVY (Note: it's pronounced Coffee. I literally had no idea and figured that out like... recently).

Coco Adel, the leader of Team CFVY and a fashionista that's self-assured and confident, reminded you of Yang. The brunette had the exact same style and manner as the blondette — they both worked hard to have high self-esteem, very flirtatious, and were skilled fighters. The only difference was that Yang allowed herself to be lit and fired up, whereas Coco served herself at the right temperature of 'hot'.

Velvet Scarlatina was the opposite of her team leader — she was a reserved, diffident youth. The other day you saw her being picked on by Cardin and his teammates, and you stepped up to confront him. A Rabbit Faunus or not, it didn't matter at all; they were still individuals and are allowed to have emotions. You once asked her why she allows herself to be isolated? To suffer through this unfortunate discrimination?

"I've read this on the internet: the moment we refuse to hurt others because of our own pain, is the time we evolve as souls. This saying speaks out for me and allows my cries to be heard. And I wouldn't mind forgiving them. Even if they don't feel the slightest bit guilty or apologetic toward their actions against me, I'm doing this for myself and for my own sake. No one else's."

You were jealous, covetous of her strong mentality. How does she keep her emotions and logic checked and balanced? You're barely getting by with little remnants of sanity that's left in your system. How does she do it? How does she get by without plunging herself in eternal ruin?

"If I may ask, how do you get by in life? How do you get by after hearing such painful words?"

Velvet turns her head to look at you, painting her lips was a warm, genuine smile. "I know that I'm not a bad person. My team and friends know that as well. They're giving me the courage to live day-to-day, so it's only fair that I also hold my ground, right?"

You weren't anything like her... The light of your fire is dimming as each day comes and goes. Everyday you were getting out of breath as the evil orchestration of tragedy echoes throughout your ears. As you cried for a miracle in this twisted reality, you realized that it was impossible to forget those shattered memories.

The red blood of your former comrades and your past enemies had coalesced into shallow streams after being torn apart by reality. Who would've thought that their greed and desire would become the horn that calls upon hell. They fell with strength, but you were bound to wither away without strength.

From above you only crimson memories fall. They constantly fall and become far away when you try to make amends. You weren't trying to throw these memories away, but you shouldn't be holding onto the faded evocations either. You only wanted them to come back to you with a different ending. Even in a dream, you'd let the deeper feelings consume you like an ocean wave. Even if it doesn't become a reality, you'd like to see them when they're out and about.

They may not remember you, but would it be okay to still call them your friends? To this day, you still miss them. To this day, memories of being with them linger in your mind. To this day, you still grieve for them. They promised you that they'd stay alive. They promised you that they'd take you out to eat something delicious. So, why did they have to break their promise?! Why did they leave you here with the joyous memories that have now turned bittersweet?

Had you been stronger that day, had you been smarter that day, had you been more caring and loving that day, to this day would you be able to come to them? Would they still be your friends? How would it be if they regained their true selves? Would everything be okay?

Tch, you hated this flowing time period. But then again, if it weren't for the countless times and days that had passed, you wouldn't have met the people here at Beacon. You were making new memories as you spent more time with your team and your other friends.

Sitting in the middle row with Jaune and Ren at your sides, you were staring at Team RWBY as they were conversing with Pyrrha and Nora. Even as former humans, they still acted the same — Weiss was lecturing Ruby about classwork with Pyrrha watching with amusement; Blake had a book in her hands that's titled: Ninjas of Love; while Yang and Nora were cracking some puns.

You still weren't sure how they were turned, but you knew the night that you last saw Team RWBY had something to do with their sudden transformation from humanity to vampirism. Was it really okay to move on by distracting yourself with monsters that take on human forms and devour blood? You wondered which was better or which was worse. You didn't know anymore.

Taking a pencil and a blank sheet of paper, you began writing. At the moment, Professor Port was out of the classroom and that only meant one thing: you didn't have to listen to his tedious lectures for a few minutes, and the day can be spent at leisure.

Like a nosy neighbor, Jaune sneaked a peek at your letter. "Whaddya doing, [Y/N]? Are you perhaps writing a love letter to someone~?" You rolled your eyes and smacked his arm, earning a small 'ow' from the latter. "No, it's a letter to some dear friends of mine." The blue-eyed blonde blinked and leaned back in his seat. "Oh, are they from here or?"

You shook your head and continued to write on the paper. "They're from my home country, Japan." Jaune tilts his head, leaning his chin atop of his clenched fist. His lips formed a worried frown. "Oh... Well, uh, I'll leave you to it then, yeah?" You didn't even bat an eye; nevertheless, you nod your head.

Your team leader rises to his feet and ushers the other male to follow him. A puzzled expression crossed Ren's face, but then he noticed an air of melancholy surrounding you. Without saying a word, your magenta-eyed teammate gets up from his seat and makes his way over to Jaune, trailing behind him.

As your teammates sat and conversated with Team RWBY, you wore earphones and wrote on the plain sheet of paper, leaving a tender message to the remembered ones.

Dear my friends, how have you been? I'm doing just fine, you know?

Dear my friends, I'll be honest from here on out: I hate you. I still hate you for the things you've done to cause me grief.

Even as time passes, I still look back and reminisce about the past days when we were all together. We sat down for tea and coffee, and talked about our ambitions of fighting against the world..

We were still young and about. We made poor choices that resulted in us suddenly cutting off all contact from one another. I wondered if you changed or have I changed? I still remember how we fought together and against each other. I hate how time flies because I'm not sure if we've changed for the better or for the worst.

Maybe it's better this way. You don't have to know who I am, and I don't have to know who you are now. The you that I knew is gone, and the me that you once knew is also gone. All that matters is that you and the others are safe and happy in this world that I wished for.

Your hand ceased any other movements, only trembling as you tried to write with the black ink. Encircled by the saccharine memories of being together with them, you felt a harrowing film of bittersweetness cloying your senses.

You were imposing yourself to write, yet your body wouldn't react nor compile with your command. No matter how much force, you couldn't get yourself to create another poignant note. Damn, were you this afraid? You've always wanted to talk to them, but you realized it wasn't easy anymore; you remembered that they're different people now. They aren't the same friends that you once knew, and it's just downright awful because you miss them a lot.

Laughter erupted from the corner of your eye, and you turned your head to see your new friends chatting amicably. They collapsed in convulsions, and babbled on about the upcoming dance that's supposed to take place in Beacon very soon.

To see a blithesome segment of smiles and laughter takes you back to the past. It filled you with relief but also gloom. You couldn't do this with your former comrades anymore, so would it be best to just forget about them? But you didn't want to let go of these feelings and memories — they were the only things that helped and allowed you to feel connected to the unforgettable people.

Reinstalling your focus on reality, you were greeted by fond smiles from your female teammates and the team across from them. You didn't detect any signs of menace or hunger within their eyes, only loving smiles on compassionate grounds.

Blinking nervously, you quickly registered your situation and averted your eyes, staring down at the letter with flushed cheeks; the girls caught you staring at them... You could decipher their fit of chortles as you divert your attention away from them.

Hiding your crimsoned face with a textbook, you unconsciously let out a small smile. Your heart begins to pound, beating with an unusual robust and fast rhythm. Fresh blood ran through your cheeks and ears as you kept yourself hidden from the vampires. 'Stop it... Why do I have to feel so warm and fuzzy when they look at me like that...? I don't hate it, but it just... feels weird...'

You glanced down at the written letter once more and decided to finish your message with one last heartfelt notation.

Even though I feel empty without you by my side, you don't have to worry about me. Even if my life won't be as complete as it was before, I'll take a different path from you to ensure that no harm is done. Even if you can't come to me, I'll come to you with a different ending as a different person.

The doors soon creaked as someone had opened the wooden frames. Everyone, including you looked at the newcomer to only see that it was the gray-haired professor: Peter Port. Almost instantly, everyone returned to their original seats and waited for their professor's instructions.

Peter smiled, his brows lifted in satisfaction as he entered the classroom, closing the doors behind him. "Thank you for returning to your seats, Huntsmen and Huntresses! I do apologize for my tardiness; I had to take care of some things at the staff meeting but worry not! We will continue our lesson from last time! But first... I must tell you a story!"

Though everyone silently groaned and muttered something under their breaths, Peter could hear them but pushed on with his repetitive account of his younger self and past events. No one bothered listening to him and did their own individual thing (except for a certain Schnee).

You folded the letter about halfway to the top, pressing your fingertips down to crease the fold and had done the exact same thing to the top. You retrieved a white envelope from your bag and gently placed the letter inside before enclosing it with a sealable flap. Flipping the envelope to its front side, you wrote down the delivery address of your favorite coffee shop back in the center of the flat paper. 'I'll drop by the CCT as soon as class ends.'

You set the envelope down in front of you, simply resting your head on your hand. You couldn't make out Peter's silly nonsense, so your eyes wandered off and landed on a particular group: Team RWBY. Ruby was sound asleep; Yang was staring at the inscribed board; Blake was reading a book; and Weiss had been taking notes based on his lecture — each of them belonged to different facets of alternate realities, yet they worked well together as a team dynamic. Or... well... you thought that they were.

"Monsters! Demons... Prowlers of the night! Yes, the creatures of Grimm have many names. But I merely refer to them as prey! Haha!" Peter laughed, waking the red reaper from her nap and earning nothing but blank looks from your classmates. Their silence did not escape his notice and the Huntsman tried to lighten up the mood. "Uhh, and you shall too, upon graduating from this prestigious academy!"

You stretched and stifled a yawn as the gray-haired professor continued to lecture about the three kingdoms of their world. Laying your head on top of your arms, you looked at Ruby to see what she was scribbling on her paper. You weren't exactly sure what she was drawing, but you knew it angered the Ice Queen judging by her vexing expression.

Yang lets out a small giggle in response, lightly punching the desk. Yet, their antics came to a halt as Peter cleared his throat, grabbing their attention again. "In the end, the Beowolf was no match for my sheer tenacity! And I returned to my village with the beast in captivity and my head held high, celebrated as a hero!" He bows, only bringing the same rejoinder from you and your classmates: absolute stillness and an overwhelming sense of ennui.

"The moral of this story? A true Huntsman must be honorable!" Weiss flung her pencil down, glaring daggers at her team leader, who had been foolishly eccentric for the entire class period. "A true Huntsman must be dependable!" The Schnee heiress showed contempt by gritting her teeth. "A true Huntsman must be strategic... Well-educated... And wise!" The blue-eyed vampire shook uncontrollably as she experienced the exasperation and frustration of having an asinine, witless person such as Ruby Rose be her team leader.

"So, who among you believes themselves to be the embodiment of these traits?" Shortly after the older man finishes his question, Weiss shoots up her hand and answers through gritted teeth. "I do, sir!" With a lifted brow, you sat in silence and observed with amusement. Peter points his hand at a lusterless cage that had been rattling for quite some time. "Well then, let's find out! Step forward, and face your opponent!"

Weiss confidently strode across the platform, standing on the other side of the caged Grimm. She drew out her signature weapon and aimed the tip of her blade at her opponent, preparing for battle. "Gooo, Weiss!" Yang pumps her fist in the air. "Fight well!" Blake held a mini flag with their team name labeled in the center of it. "Yeah, represent Teeeam RWBY!" Ruby shouted with jubilation, but Weiss didn't appreciate the moral support given to her. "Ruby, I'm trying to focus!"

The red reaper subdued her hearty cheerfulness. "Oh, sorry..." Weiss only rolled her eyes in vexation; and Peter held a battle axe in one hand, slamming it down on the firm lock and releasing the beast from its enclosure. "Alright, let the match begin!" As the steel door came down, a large, boar-like Grimm rushed out of the cage and charged towards the Schnee heiress.

With the swing of her arm, the blade flashed through the air and struck at the Boarbatusk. However, her blade had been casted back with a heavy clang, and the blue-eyed vampire moved to the side to avoid its attack. The boar came to a standstill, then spun around and snarled at the vampire. "Haha, wasn't expecting that were you?" Peter gave a chortle.

"Hang in there, Weiss!" Ruby cheered from the sidelines. The young meister obviously ignored her team leader and proceeded to make her approach in an avian-like glide. The Boarbatusk reared its ugly head sideways, locking Weiss' Myrtenaster in its bone-like tusks. The new approach caught her off guard, causing her to flip and luckily land on the slippery surface.

Fortunately, as a former human, she was gifted with another set of preternatural speed and strength, allowing the vampire to snatch her rapier back into her grasp and shift positions. "Come on, Weiss! Show it who's boss!" The white-haired female glared at the red riding hood, her pale blue eyes giving off a crimson tint. "I don't need your help, Ruby! I know what to do!"

You sank into your chair and heaved a long sigh as you watched the dispute between Weiss and Ruby. "Well, this is going to be a problem..." Jaune couldn't help but overhear your commentary and had questioned your remark. "What's going to be a problem? I think Weiss can handle the Grimm just fine." You shook your head and yawned. "That's not it. She can handle herself just fine, but I'm talking about her and Ruby. Depending on their correlation, they'll end up hindering their team if they don't manage to get along."

"I thought those two got along pretty well?" Your team leader extends a finger toward the direction of the vampiric duo. You chuckled and just shook your head. "Don't you hear them arguing? Is that what you call being friendly? Take a look at them." Jaune heeds your simple instruction and fixes his gaze on them.

"Weiss, go for its belly! There's no armor underneath--!"

"Stop telling me what to do!"