The Beacon Dance is in full swing, and Ruby Rose shifts her weight back and forth, swaying in displaced rhythm to the music. It was a lovely dance, and everyone seemed to be having a lot of fun. Was she the only one who felt out of place?

She stands meekly next to the punch bowl, possibly awaiting an approach, possibly awaiting the chance to be able to leave. She takes a look around the room and contrives thoughts about each person she sees. First, her very own teammates. Yang was a person able to be friendly and unyielding to everyone she meets. Paired with her unrelenting nature during battles, she's an incredibly strong person. Ruby was undoubtedly proud to have her as a sister. Weiss was the heiress to Schnee Industries, but her prestige comes not from name alone; she is an amazingly talented dust user as well. Able to form crystalline entities in any way she pleases, her fighting skills were second to none. She is also a wonderful tactician, and the finesse she possesses illustrates a magnificently exquisite scene each time she delves into the fray. Though her personality can be a bit sharp; it's no wonder she'd earned the nickname 'Ice Queen' without knowing.

Ruby takes a few steps back to rest against the window frame. The more she thought of how amazing her teammates were, the more she felt self-conscious about her own abilities.

Blake, having been in a particularly bad slump just a few hours before, looked like she was having a good time as well. To be able to bounce back like that after all the stress she had just put on herself, her mental capacity must be boundless. Her battle style is also well calculated, pragmatic, and she never wasted any effort and always getting to the point. It's an admirable trait.

Ruby sighed and took a sip of her punch. She scanned the room for more of her friends.

Pyrrha, Jaune, Nora, Ren, Penny… all of these people were skilled in ways which Ruby could only dream of reaching. 'Well, to be fair, Jaune was still probably getting up there, but still,' Ruby thought to herself.

It was no secret that Ruby came to Beacon Academy rather early. She thought of this to make herself feel better. Surely there must be some type of dormant skill that has yet to show itself; there must be a reason that she was allowed to come here. She knew she wasn't a bad fighter. Actually, she was very impressive herself. She was filled to the brim with pride for her weapon, which she had made herself, and the way she was able to use it. Even sifting through all of these deductions and premises, she still felt she was lacking. She needed something else that would make her unique.

'Why am I even worrying about that right now, what with all this White Fang stuff going on…'

Ruby chided herself mentally as she made her way out of the ballroom. Now was certainly not the time to be feeling morose about her flaws.

As she looked up to the night sky, Ruby catches a glimpse of a dark, slender figure bounding from rooftop to rooftop. '…A woman?' She squints, trying to get a better look at the figure, but to no avail. The figure heads directly to the Cross Continental Tower and dives into the bushes. Peculiar.

Ruby glances back at the ballroom, making sure that none of the Atlas soldiers were watching her, and proceeds to follow the mysterious figure.

Using the shadows to mask her presence, Ruby stealthily makes her way to the CCT. 'Who could possibly be… could they be trying to sneak into the tower?' Ruby tries to conjure up reasoning, but she couldn't really think of anything. Why would someone want to break in during the dance? 'Unless, the dance is a cover… could it be a student from another academy?'

Ruby recalls that the Vytal Festival was fast approaching, and as such was the reason for the dance tonight. The Vytal Festival is supposed to bring Huntsmen and Huntresses from across Remnant together to celebrate their similarities and differences. It was essentially a cultural festival. So, why would anyone try anything like this? What would they possibly want to accomplish?

Before she can surmise any more possible conclusions, Ruby comes across a downed soldier outside the entrance to the CCT. "What the?"

She looks around for any more people, and makes her way inside when she concludes that the coast is clear. Traversing the building, she comes across more incapacitated soldiers. Even inside the elevator, two soldiers lie unconscious before her.

'This can't be happening.'

Ruby steels herself and readies her weapon, which she had called for before she entered the building, and takes the elevator up to the central command room, where she presumed the figure would have gone.

A whir of the elevator is the only sound that can be heard, aside from Ruby's beating heart. She didn't know what she was dealing with, but it was her job to stop it, whatever it may be.

Ding!

The elevator reaches its destination. A vigilant girl steps out into the room with her weapon at hand. She calls out, "hello?"

Silence.

Determined that she was not alone, she tries again, "is anyone here?"

Ruby spots something that catches her eye. From behind one of the desks, a slender figure stood up.

'Whoa…'

Ruby was struck with bewilderment. The person before her was a beautiful girl. No, beautiful wasn't quite the word to describe her. Bewitching was a tad more fitting. Speaking of fitting, she was wearing a dark grey catsuit, the color matching her hair, and doing the same to compliment the outline of her body. Beneath those dark grey locks were fiercely golden eyes that penetrated Ruby's being, and left a cold, spine-chilling sensation radiating through her. There was something about this person that immediate drew Ruby to her. Within that moment, Ruby decided that she wanted to be near this person. She didn't know exactly how, but this person would give her that thing she lacked. A reason to be called unique, a thing to have for herself that no one else could.

Ruby stepped back in preparation for battle however, once she saw the girl step forward. She lowered her scythe and took a sturdy, defensive stance that was ready to counter any movement she made. But the girl simply continued to walk calmly over to Ruby, not telegraphing any sort of maneuver whatsoever. That was when Ruby let just an inch of her guard down, and in that instant she knew she'd messed up.

The alluring beauty manipulates an amount of dust almost instantaneously to form two long chains of fire, which wrapped themselves around Ruby's wrists, causing her to drop her weapon. The chains pulled both wrists above her head and attached themselves to the nearby wall.

"O-ow, ow! What are you doing?!" Ruby cries out in pain, the chains that trapped her were searing her skin. They weren't doing the damage that actual fire would do, yet, but it still hurt like hell. 'So her semblance is fire, huh…'

The girl makes her way slowly to Ruby's trapped body. Ruby, trying to ignore the pain pulsating through her arms, took a closer look at her attacker. As she walked closer, Ruby could see the outlines of her suit glow a profound orange.

'She's.. like a candle. It'd actually be kind of pretty, if I weren't being bound by painful fire chains.'

The orange glows were more detailed up close. Ruby could see within the bounds, little specks of light that palpitated every so often. They closely resembled sparks and cinders from a wild flame. The way the pattern was moving, it was as if they were moving to the beat of this girl's heart. The entire picture painted before her was simply enthralling. Tempting, even.

The girl stopped before Ruby. "Don't you have a dance to be at?" Her voice was as fluid as it was sensual. A low, controlling tone could only be held by someone confident.

Ruby swallowed. "I… uh, I just came to see if you got lost on your way to the dance, but I guess you're not. Heh." Ruby tried to humor her way out of her predicament, but she felt the chains burn hotter after her reply, causing her to emit a pained grunt and a desperate plea, "H-hey stop that! That really.. rrgh, freaking hurts!"

The igneous woman lowered her face to Ruby's. She seemed to realize more than she let on. "…Are you positive you're not here for another reason? It's almost as if…" the woman brought burning finger tips to Ruby's cheek, "you want to be here. You were plain curious."

Ruby felt the woman's fingertips scorch her skin, but it was merely an annoying sensation. It wasn't anything like the constant pain her wrists were undergoing right now. Her heart sped up ever so slightly.

"No, I'm.. I'm positive. I followed you because—oww ow ouch.." the fire chains shifted themselves, but lowered their temperatures, "b-because people aren't supposed to be up here. What did you do?"

"Nothing much. You'll see soon enough, anyway." The woman brought her fingertips across the scape of Ruby's neck and over to her left shoulder, settling on the strap of her dress. "Back to the matter at hand. What's wrong, Ruby Rose? Not feeling up to par with your friends?" She started to burn a line through the material of Ruby's dress, igniting a small patch of burning that spread in all directions. When the burning reached the top of the bustline, she laid her hand on top to stop it.

Ruby's breath hitched at the contact, feeling both the warmth of her hand and the chilling intent she gave off. "I didn't… how do you know?"

"I can tell. Such a sweet girl like yourself wouldn't come wandering in here ready to fight, and then letting your guard down once you saw who I was. That isn't like you. You're more skilled than that, I've seen you fight."

Ruby, still trying to ignore the searing of her wrists, looks away to the floor, "That's not true. You just took me by surprise. Mistakes happen to everyone." Ruby couldn't understand it, but this woman was making her feel… something. She couldn't manage her thoughts well while she was up close like this. The mysterious air that she gave off entranced Ruby so much, she wasn't actually sure that she was upset she was in this situation.

'No, no what the heck? Why am I glad to be pinned up like this? What is WRONG with me?!'

Ruby continues to fight an internal battle. Conflicting emotions run rampant and she doesn't know what she wants. She knows that this situation is wrong, but her tumultuous heart is telling her that she should pursue further. She should chase this enigma of a woman and lose herself within her. Perhaps she was so dismayed by her own self-consciousness that she needed to do something incredibly drastic to snap out of it.

Lost in thought, Ruby was snapped back to reality by the woman's touch once again. This time, she caught Ruby's thigh.

A red hue enveloped Ruby's face, "w-what are you doing?"

The fiery woman answers in a slightly mocking tone, "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing. It's nothing. Can.. you tell me your name?" Ruby didn't think she would answer, since she did just catch her doing something that was probably illegal, but the woman's next words surprised her.

"Cinder."

"..What?"

"My name is Cinder."

Ruby furrowed her brow in disbelief, "Why would you tell me that? You do know I'm going to turn you in once I get out of here, right?"

Cinder ignited more small flames in five spots on Ruby's dress, raking them up her side. As Ruby bites back her curses, Cinder leans in next to Ruby's ear and answers, "No you won't. You won't turn me in, because you like being here. Being held captive like this. It's rather exciting, isn't it?" Cinder gracefully took hold of the burned portion of dress that used to cover Ruby's thigh and tossed it aside.

Ruby's eyes were shut to try and dull the pain of the fire, but she still managed to open them slightly to look Cinder in the eye, "Not a fucking chance."

That was all Cinder needed. She brought both hands up to start on Ruby's sides, sliding them down and incinerating every inch of fabric that regrettably had been in the way. Cinder purposely lightly seared lines into Ruby's sides, causing the captive girl to writhe in pain under her touch. By this point, Ruby was crying and groaning extensively, but she would not budge and ask for mercy.

Cinder continued the onslaught on Ruby's poor dress. Burning a hole in the area covering Ruby's stomach, Cinder placed a few small kisses on the tender skin, earning a gasp from Ruby. Cinder lowered herself more, trailing light kisses along Ruby's inner thighs. Cinder let her hands wander from Ruby's hips all the way down to her calves, and back up to her buttocks. Inch by inch, Ruby's dress continued to turn to ash. More and more of her bare flesh would be revealed before Cinder, waiting for her to feast upon it.

Ruby's mind was reeling. Between the immense pain of her blistering skin, and the now apparently sexual intent of Cinder's hands, she barely knew up from down. Her mind was going through an assault of emotions, some of them good, some bad, most of them currently very impure, all she could gather is that she didn't want Cinder to stop. She wanted to be burned. She wanted to be kissed.

'Please don't stop… ever.'

She wanted to feel every sensation of being alive as there could be. She was yearning to feel her nerves racked, her stimulation sensors overwhelmed, this excitingly dangerous encounter.

'I want you to hurt me more.'

By now, she was panting. Her chest was heaving gently, sweat beads forming on various places on her forehead and neck. Her ragged breaths were indicators of her enjoyment, and that was the last thing she wanted Cinder to catch.

Ruby felt a warm, wet sensation on her thigh, causing her to utter a high-pitched whine. Cinder dragged her tongue agonizingly up and down Ruby's thighs before moving up to her mid-section. She traded sucks for bites on both hips, leaving small bruises on the bone. Placing her hand on the small of Ruby's back in a deceivingly gentle fashion, Cinder roughly arched the back into her mouth. She was met with an indistinguishable noise from Ruby, smiling triumphantly in between her licks and sucks. Her fingertips ignited once again, burning 5 spots into the delicate back and leaving the flesh smoking.

Feeling satisfied with the damage she'd done to the bottom, the gleaming woman stands up once again to face Ruby. Her eyes were red from crying, tear streaks showed themselves on her flushed cheeks. Sweat shone across her forehead, along with small beads running down her neck. Probably from trying to suppress the pain, blood trickled from her lip to mix in with the sweat on her neck. Though pained, tired, frustrated and a mess, Ruby locked her silver eyes onto Cinder's gold strongly. She wore an expression that flashed obstinacy, boldness, and desire.

Cinder smirked, "Beautiful."

Ruby was not amused. "Are you done?" she breathed. She tried not to show it, but this ordeal exhausted her completely. "Let me go."

Cinder laughed heartily at the demand. "Let you go? But why? You like this. Admit it."

Before Ruby could protest, Cinder brought her lips to Ruby's, but only grazing them. Controlling fire was a simple matter for Cinder. She could call out any weapon she chose, and could command the wild element in any fashion she pleased. She certainly could use her powers to create two devilish sensations in one. She manifested degree after degree of rising heat from her lips to Ruby's. Feeling the invasive temperature of her lips, Ruby wanted to back her head away. But feeling the soft curve of them as well, she couldn't bring herself to.

She was stuck there, wanting nothing more than to grab the woman's head and eliminate the distance between them entirely, and yet she had to fight her body's flight response to the burning sensation she was getting all too familiar with. The burning kiss of a deadly woman. The perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. This was a dark, sinful realm that no young girl should ever venture, and Ruby wanted to dive in head first.

Ruby was suspended, bound by chains that had burned permanent scars into her and a mere centimeter away from being able to shove her tongue down this woman's throat, and she had no desire to leave. She had just been violated in every possible way, her body aching and miserable, her mind befouled and corrupted. She could feel Cinder pressing slightly harder to suck on her bottom lip, drinking up the blood that remained there. Cinder's tongue made its way across Ruby's stained lip slowly, making sure to clean up every last drop.

Deciding that enough was enough, Cinder abandoned Ruby's lips and stood upright, placing her hands on her hips. She snapped her fingers, and the fiery chains finally relinquished Ruby's wrists from their prison. The beaten girl collapsed onto the floor in a sweaty, bloody mess, relishing the cool feel of the marble.

Cinder kneels down and snatches whatever dress remained on Ruby up and pulls her close to her face. "You know my name now. You know where to find me if you want more." She shoves Ruby back onto the floor without a second thought before making her way to the window, heels tapping the floor in a constant fashion. Through that window, Cinder disappears into the night.

Ruby laid there on the marble, trying her hardest to process what she just went through. She cumbersomely glances to her wrists, her sides, and anywhere else her eyes could reach. She was burned. Her flesh had been branded, and blood was starting to pool in the more serious spots. Dejectedly, she grasped her right wrist with her left hand, checking just how bad the damage was.

She didn't feel anything.

Smiling to herself, she would pretend she was never here.

a/n: *takes bath in holy water*

It may not entirely have been very 'M' ish. The second part however, will be. Tread carefully.