You may be wondering, "What the hell is this?! Why are you starting up a new story?!" Well, I have two words for that: Blame smstanton. I had a plot bunny that I wanted to leave alone. And then he swoops in and decides, "Hey! Why not do this and add some bits of this!" This is what you've done smstanton! This is what you've caused!

Moving on from that, I want to thank DragonManMax for helping with that make-out scene. Much appreciation!

Now, I must all warn you that this will contain x-over elements from other series. Please keep that in mind, and I also express my advance apologies.

Oh, and the timeline. Before I forget, it's practically the normal timeline except for two important factors - The Breach has already happened, yet the Dance has not. Instead, it is situated a day before the Vytal Festival. And of course, after Volume 3 events, it'll diverge off.

That's everything that should be brought to your attention, read and review!

Beacon's Rooftop

If one were to be awake right now, they would hear the sounds of metals clashing against each other from rooftop on Beacon's dorms despite it being ten o' clock in the night. Well, a certain blond and redhead were sparring on said roof top, their weapons creating sparks as they both clashed.

Jaune dashed back to dodge a swing from Pyrrha's xiphos, before he took a step forward and performed an overhead strike. Pyrrha raised up Akuou and deflected the sword, right before performing a spinning slash.

Jaune reacted and blocked the attack, making him stumble back. Pyrrha charged at her partner, Milo raised up. The blond noticed and quickly rolled away, the xiphos striking the floor instead. Using this to his advantage, Jaune went for a low sweep.

Pyrrha jumped over his leg and sent a jump kick to Jaune's face, sending him down. The blond rolled over, quickly recovering and charged at Pyrrha. The two clashed once more in the middle of the rooftop.

The partners tried to push off the other in a surprisingly even stalemate. Jaune and Pyrrha looked at each other in the eye with a playful grin and an excited look. The champion's hand glowed with an outline of black, signifying the use of her Semblance.

Jaune saw the glow and didn't react in time. Pyrrha pushed her hand forward, outlining Jaune with black. The blond was then pushed back, allowing Pyrrha to continue attacking him. She swung her weapon with fierce precision and swift attacking speed. The champion didn't give her partner any time to react, recover or even block.

Performing another spin slash, she sent Jaune flying, crashing against the ground. The Arc groaned and rolled himself up, still in the fight. He looked at Pyrrha and charged with surprising speed.

Pyrrha was not ready. She didn't have time to block Jaune's strike, sending her stumbling back. The blond followed up with a series of combos, striking Pyrrha at her chest. Jaune took a second to stop and raised Crocea Mors into the air, which would prove to be his undoing.

Once more, Pyrrha used her Semblance on Jaune, lifting him up in to the air. The blond's eyes widened, feeling his feet touch the air. The redhead looked at her partner with a cheeky grin, making Jaune sigh in defeat.

"Alright, I concede."

The black outline around him disappeared, dropping him. He quickly reacted, flipping himself into a kneeling position and stuck the landing. Pyrrha smiled approvingly and sauntered over to Jaune. The Spartan placed away her weapons and stopped in front of her partner.

"Very impressive, Jaune. Your skills are vastly improving in an impressive rate despite having no prior training whatsoever. Your reflexes and reaction skills have heightened. Your muscles have gotten quite buff. And your stamina has increased." An affectionate smile then made its way on Pyrrha's face. "Slowly but surely, you're becoming an outstanding Huntsman, the one you've always dreamed about."

Jaune smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head as he put away Crocea Mors. "Heheh, thanks Pyrrha. But I gotta give credit due when it's due. It's mostly thanks to you that I'm like this now. You helped me quite a lot and believed in me since day one." The sheepishness disappeared and was replaced with a gentle expression. "You're...my rock."

An atomic blush spread its way through Pyrrha's face, as she fought the urge to just smack her lips on Jaune's make him hers. The blond looked up, staring at the star-studded sky.

"You know? It's nice to see the moon whole again."

RECORD SCRATCH

"What?"

Pyrrha looked up and silently gaped, seeing that the usually shattered moon was completely whole. The redhead unconsciously took a step back, which was gladly unnoticed by Jaune. It...was actually whole. Pyrrha's eyes steadily widened as she began to internally panic. And her panic intensified when its usually pale light turned blood red, in her eyes at least.

"No! Nonononononononononono! Is it really that time already?! How did it all go so fast?! How was I not able to notice it?! This is bad, this is bad, this is completely bad! I need to hide.Now!"

Jaune noticed Pyrrha sweating all of a sudden. He faced his partner and looked at her with worry. "You alright there, Pyr?" asked Jaune, which made Pyrrha 'eep' in surprise. "You're kinda sweating a lot."

Again, Pyrrha started to panic and tried to stutter out an excuse, saying it was quite hot. Jaune quirked an eyebrow, feeling the cool breeze brush against his face.

"Uh, you sure Pyr? It's actually a cold night right now. Just earlier, you complained about it."

A drip of sweat rushed down Pyrrha's forehead, trying to make up another excuse. When she made none, she quickly went with the best Plan B. Run away! Pyrrha turned tail and dashed off, leaving her partner in the dust

Jaune's eyes widened and reached out to her. "Wait, Pyr! What about training?!"

"LET'SFINISHEARLYINEEDTOGODOSOMETHINGGOODWORKJAUNE!" she shouted in rapid succession.

Jaune blinked and scratched the back of his head. "Huh. I wonder what she needs to do." The blond shrugged and decided to head out to the workout room. "Probably some girl stuff.

JNPR Dorm Room

Pyrrha slammed the door open and quickly rushed into the bathroom, closing it behind her. She stumbled towards the mirror and started panting heavily. Her skin began to turn pale, almost white. Her canines growing sharper and longer. Her usual emerald green eyes started to flicker, before it fully turned to a crimson red. Pyrrha clenched her hand against the bathroom sink, cracking it as her panting grew heavier.

The redhead's hair gained highlights of black, right at the tip, sort of becoming a reverse version of Ruby's hair color. Pyrrha's breathing began to get steady, her hands no longer cracking the poor porcelain appliance.

The champion slowly stepped back, observing herself in her changed form. "It's that time again." she spoke in a tone of nostalgia. "I've become my vampire-self."

Yes. You've read that right. Pyrrha Nikos is indeed a vampire since birth. She's been hiding her true self to avoid rejection from her friends. But it was mostly so she doesn't give in to the temptation of biting anyone.

Her true form is forced out every time the broken moon manages to form whole, but this occasion only happens once every millennia.

Pyrrha sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to remember the process to shift herself back in her human form. Last time she did was four year ago. However, her mind accidentally wandered to a bat. And in a puff of smoke, Pyrrha transformed into exactly that, making her panic even more.

"Aaah! No! This is not what I wanted! This is the exact opposite!"

She looked around, trying to see a possible escape route. But to her shock, there was none. She had closed the door behind her. It's impossible for her to fit through the vents. And the windows were closed shut. What's probably worse is that she couldn't even remember how turn back into her human form.

"Oh this is very bad! I need to get out of here and fast! But I need oppose-able thumbs or hands to do that...but I have none of those right now at my current state!"

Then the door flung open, revealing a sweaty, yet smiling Jaune Arc, wearing nothing more than a blue muscle shirt and track pants, having decided to finish his workout earlier.

Pyrrha internally squealed at the sight of her crush, before reminding herself of her situation.. "Oh no! Not now!" But then she noticed door was slightly ajar, giving her a glimmer of hope. "Wait! This is my chance! I just have to-"

And Jaune closed the door.

"Oh for Oum's sake!"

Jaune smiled and walked into the shower stall, which was where Pyrrha just so happen to hide in. The bat started to gain a healthy atomic of red on her cheeks, the panic intensifying. "Please don't tell me he's gonna be taking off his clothes!"

The blond smiled and cracked his joints, letting out a pleasurable groan. "Man, today's training was awesome. I really need to find away to thank for Pyrrha for helping out a dork like me. Wonder what she sees in an idiot like me?"

Pyrrha frowned and would've smacked him on the head if it weren't for the fact she was currently a bat right now. "Jaune, you are most definitely not an idiot! You've changed so much! You just have to believe in yourself!"

Then Pyrrha remembered where she was and continued to panic. Her panicking intensified once she saw Jaune reaching for the hem of his shirt.

"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh! He's gonna strip, and right before me too! I need to-"

Jaune started to bring up his shirt, slowly taking it off and unknowingly revealed his upper body to Pyrrha. The redhead tried to look anywhere but Jaune as the aforementioned male continued to strip.

"I musn't look, I'm strong! I musn't look, I'm strong! I musn't look, I'm strong! I musn't look, I'm strong! I musn't look, I'm strong! I musn't look, I'm-"

Pyrrha stopped her mantra as Jaune's glorious chest was revealed to her. A drip of blood, somehow, flowed out from her nose as she could only mentally say two things.

"I'm weak..."

Pyrrha's face slowly turned lewd as Jaune shook off his track pants, showing him in his cute Pumpkin Pete boxers, a big bulge shaping up in his crotch area.

"Oh my! Look at him...his pecs, his biceps, his abs! I...did that! I've turned Jaune into this wonderful specimen of an Adonis! And oh by the family of Hellsing, that bulge! Just how big is he?! Jaune, just staring at you, you're starting to turn more and more irresistible to bite~"

The spray of a water showered down on Jaune, dampening his entire body. He grabbed a bar of soap and started scrubbing the grime and dirt off of him. Pyrrha could only lick her lips, the thought of biting Jaune becoming more and more appealing. As much as she didn't want to do it, it was very hard when the target of your affection is in front of you, practically naked, dripping him wet and pretty much displaying himself like meat in a slaughterhouse.

"Mother, Father, please forgive me. But I can't control myself anymore. I NEED him so badly!"

If there was one thing Pyrrha's parents engraved into her head, it was just one thing: Never turn anyone into a vampire.

Through instinct, Pyrrha slowly descended as she began to slowly shift back into her human form. Pyrrha dropped down onto the floor, making a loud thumping sound. Jaune spun around and let out a small meep of surprise.

"Aaah! Pyrrha, how long have you been there and when?!"

The redhead didn't say anything as a sultry and seductive smile slowly curved and placed itself on her lips, making Jaune slightly more nervous, and also a bit excited.

"U-Um, Pyr?"

Pyrrha closed her eyes, taking a moment to brace herself for what she was about to say. "I haven't been very honest with you, Jaune."

Jaune blushed, hearing the accent in Pyrrha's voice, thinking it was very sexy. "Um, that's...alright Pyr. It's perfectly normal if there are somethings you haven't been honest with me. That's what secrets are for."

"But this secret is something I've been keeping about ever since we've met!" said Pyrrha.

Looking quite unsure, Jaune took a guess on what his best friend was talking about. "Are you a… Faunus?"

Pyrrha blinked at him confusingly, not quite sure what he meant, before remembering what she said prior to him saying that. "Oh! I am not a Faunus." she looked away, blushing quite a bit. "I'm...something else." The redhead sighed, before looking straight into the blond's eyes. "Jaune...do you believe in monsters?"

"Uh, I don't have to believe in them because the Grimm exist."

Pyrrha shook her head. "No, not Grimm. But the monsters in stories - like vampires and werewolves."

"Well, maybe some time when I was a young, but now? Well, I really don't think they exist." Jaune rubbed the back of his head, before questioning, "Wait, what does this have to do with that?"

The redhead looked at Jaune straight in the eye and sighed, finally revealing the truth. "I'm a vampire."

None of them spoke for about ten minutes, before the silence was shattered by an awkward laugh from Jaune, disbelief clearly written on his face. "Ha ha ha ha ha! That's a, that's a really funny joke, Pyr. There's no way you're a vampire! You're too beautiful to be one."

Immediately after he said that, Jaune smacked his hand on his lips, as both him and Pyrrha gained a healthy blush on their faces.

"Ah crapbaskets! I just said that out loud, didn't I?"

"H-He thinks I'm beautiful?"

The two of them could only look at each other, blushes still on their faces. Pyrrha took another step forward, looking at him with hope. "D-Do you really mean that?"

"Yeah, of course I do. Heck, I thinking you're hotter than Yang! Only a complete idiot wouldn't see how gorgeous you are."

Somewhere in the various other universes and timelines, more than a thousand versions of himself sneezed simultaneously.

Pyrrha's blush deepened and intensified, becoming the color of her eyes; blood. The redhead twiddled her fingers quite shyly and looked at Jaune, the look of hope never leaving her face. "You…really mean that?"

Now, it was Jaune's turn to blush, before looking at Pyrrha and placing his hand on hers. "Of course! A thousand times, even. You're one of the most beautiful people I've ever met. Not only that, you're kind, courageous, helpful, gorgeous and awesome. I'm, so glad that you and I are friends. Best friends even! And I, uh, kinda want to move further than that."

The redhead could only look in shock. The very object of her affection felt the same way as her! But she shouldn't jump to conclusions just yet. She had to make sure!

"W-What do you mean by that, Jaune?" she asked timidly.

Jaune took a deep breath, before exhaling it all out. He looked directly into Pyrrha's crimson eyes and gave her a smile. "What I mean is, I love you, Pyrrha Nikos."

Pyrrha swore her heart skipped a beat when he said that. Her mind took a minute to fully process what he had just said before it finally dawned on her. Her crush felt the same way as her!

This was now the best moment in her life! But it would also be her worst, as the desire to change him overlapped every priority in her mind.

Running her hands over his shoulders Pyrrha pulled him closer, and her body's heat exchanging with his. Leaning over her from his very small height advantage, Jaune wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her close. Arching her back, Pyrrha could barely take it any more. Rubbing her face up his chest, she felt her hot breath coming back to send tingles across her face, and over Jaune's sensitive skin. Whispering a barely audible 'I'm sorry', she opened her mouth near silently, sinking her fangs into his neck, before drinking that life giving elixir as her mind spiraled into a barely controlled hazy heat, which washed over her.

Moaning softly as her lips pressed softly against his neck, Jaune kissed down her head as she sucked him of his blood, which was something he didn't notice. Making things awkward with his positioning, Jaune made Pyrrha detach herself, a small string of blood and saliva still trailing from his neck, but the natural painkilling factors of her saliva was already numbing the pain easily. Moving one of his much larger hands upwards, he cupped her face gently, kissing her for the first time properly. His lips fit against hers, in a way which was almost too fairy-tale to be true. Retracting for not even a moment to get some of that unfortunately much needed oxygen, he kissed her again, more passionate this time.

Moaning slightly, Pyrrha felt her lips open, making an opportunity for Jaune, who had been growing bolder and more confident by the second, to lick the insides of her lips slightly, probing his tongue against her teeth. Wrapping her arms around his chest, Pyrrha felt herself intoxicated, and opened her mouth to accept his advances, her own tongue rising to meet his own in a duel of intellectual wit. Somehow far too soft, his tongue ran through the insides of her mouth, ravaging it in ways she thought impossible, even as she slithered her owns against his, their hot and wet exchange of saliva continuing, with heated breaths and wordless noises.

Pulling back, he rubbed his nose against hers slightly, phenomenally close to her face, but she didn't find herself complaining for an instant. Staring into his deep ocean blue eyes with her much dark crimson ones, Pyrrha waited for him to speak as he kissed her on the forehead again and looked at her in concern.

"You taste like blood. Are your gums okay?"

"They're just fine." Though immediately, she shifted her eyes to the left, something Jaune noticed.

"Pyr?" he asked gently. "What did you do?"

She immediately felt guilty and led him to the mirror. There, she pointed right at his neck for him to see. Two small holes - a bite mark was on his neck. Jaune looked at in shock and placed his hand over it, feeling. And that was when he noticed his skin was noticeably paler, his eyes more focused and the pupils were gone. He opened up his mouth, seeing his canines much sharper than what they should be.

Pyrrha looked down, feeling guilty of her actions. "I'm sorry Jaune… I bit you and converted you into a vampire."

Jaune took a minute to process al He faced his partner with a look of utmost seriousness and took her hand in his. The blond pulled her in and engaged once again in another lip lock with her. Immediately, all guilt was washed away from Pyrrha as she ensnared her arms around him to pull him in deeper for the kiss.

Eventually, the two detached from one another, a string of saliva trailing from their mouths. Jaune cupped Pyrrha's chin and looked at her with love and affectionate.

"I don't care. This changes nothing - I'm still me, and you're still you." A teasing grin curved on Jaune's face, placing his hand over his chest. "And I'm thankful that you chose me to be your servant, my mistress."

Pyrrha blushed yet again and playfully smacked him on the shoulder. "I thought you didn't care about monsters?"

"I didn't. Doesn't mean I stopped learning about them."

Pyrrha giggled and settled on leaning against Jaune's chest, content on listening to his heart beat. The newly made vampire smiled, playing with his new mistress's hair.

Every males present in Beacon Academy felt the sudden urge to go find Jaune and give him a toast and a congratulatory pat on the back. They couldn't find out why, but they just did.

At the Outskirts of Mistral

A mansion stood at the very outskirts of Mistral, isolated from civilization. It was quite large, almost ten acres in total amount of land. It had four levels, and was built in an old-style type of building. On the second level were three figures, conversing about something in an office-like room.

One is a tall, thin man with wrinkly skin, who is wearing black dress pants, a white dress shirt with a purple tie, and a purple vest. A pair of black gloves, and his long black hair tightly bound in a ponytail. He had blue eyes and he also wore a monocle, which is resting on the bridge of his nose.

The other is a female with creamy brown skin, blue eyes and long blonde hair. She has a tall, thin build, almost to the point of being lanky. Her attire consists of a black blazer and black dress pants, a white buttoned shirt, black shoes and a red cravat. She's also wearing a pair of circular wire-rimmed glasses and a pair of white gloves.

The last is a male, whose attire was comprised of a charcoal suit, leather riding boots, and an intricately knotted red cravat, covered by a full-length, and red frock overcoat with a cape. He also wore a red fedora with a wide, floppy brim and a pair of circular, heavily tinted, wire-framed orange sunglasses with goggle sidings. He's also wearing a pair of white gloves, a five-pointed seal adorning their backs.

The female looked at the male in red, her hands clasped and her eyebrows raised. "What did you just say, Alucard? I don't believe I've heard it correctly."

"I have to agree with Master Integra. It's quite hard to believe what you've just said." said the first male.

The second male, Alucard, adjusted his glasses and looked at the two.

"What is there not to believe, Master, Walter? It's just as I've said - my daughter foolishly turned someone into her fledgling. She bit someone and turned whoever it was into a vampire."

Walter, presumably the one in the butler-like outfit, posed a question. "But why would Miss Pyrrha do that?"

Alucard walked up to the back of the room, where a box was located. He picked it up and opened the container, revealing various envelopes, presumably containing letters. "If her letters are anything to go by, it's a possibility that her lust took over and she bit the boy she's been pinning for."

"That, and the fact it's a full moon." pointed out Integra.

"Indeed." agreed Walter. "Although, I would've thought Miss Pyrrha would have more restraint than that."

Alucard faced the two and had a grin on his face. "And as according to her letters, the boy was oblivious to her feelings. It's possible she was frustrated and took matter into her own hands."

Walter and Integra looked at each other, before the latter groaned. "Great, now there's a new vampire and it's possible he's panicking."

The red-clad vampire's grin turned sinister as he faced the two. "And that's why I'll be visiting her. Beacon has a Parent-Teacher Conference tomorrow, and after all, I am required to attend."

"Shouldn't it be Miss Aphrodite who's attending?" asked Walter. As it was common knowledge that the female parents were the ones to usually attend such things.

Alucard frowned. "Unfortunately, she's a bit swamped with her work. She gained a few more offers to model some products." He scoffed and crossed his arms. "Why did she have to work as a model of all things?"

Integra smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you the one to tell her, 'Flaunt yourself and show what true beauty is'?"

"Touche." He uncrossed his arms and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Integra looked at Walter and asked, "What do you think will happen, Walter?"

"In all honesty?" asked Walter. "Given how overprotective Alucard is to Miss Pyrrha, I'd definitely say he'll tort- I mean, test the poor boy if he is worthy to be dating a vampire princess."

The blonde nodded in agreement. "My sentiments exactly." A moment passed, before Integra asked something to her butler. "By the way, what is the name of the boy Pyrrha hass been pinning over?"

Walter walked up to the box containing the letters and picked up one randomly. He opened it up and read through the letter, his eyes widening significantly. "Oh dear."

This brought some slight fear into Integra's face as she straightened herself. "What. Is it?"

Walter looked at his employer with a look of surprise. "The boy's name is Jaune Arc."

Integra blinked, processing that information. "Aren't the Arcs related with Alexander Anderson?!"

"You are absolutely right, Master Integra." said Walter.

She slumped against her chair, feeling a migraine forming in her head. "Oh fuck all kinds of ducks."

The Church of Oum - Arcadia

Inside of a church was a male with short, spiky gold hair, blue eyes, a defined squared jaw, and light facial hair, a large, wedge-shaped scar on his left cheek. The male wore round glasses, a large white cassock with blue trim and interior, black pants, black boots, a black shirt with blue trim, white gloves and a golden cross around his neck.

The lights were off, the only thing giving the room light were the candles, which barely lit up the entire building. He walked up to the statue of a crucified Monty Oum, before he felt a shiver go through his spine. He looked down before a frown appeared on his lips.

"You broke your promise, ya bloody bastard." He looked back up at Oum before walking up to the doors. "I have no other choice then. Now it's up to me to fix what you've sowed. For God to forgive us for the taint you've caused."

Bayonets popped out from the male's sleeve and into his hands. He twirled them around and clashed them into a cross, sparking them enough to show his frown as he recited a creed.

"It is the Sacred Duty of the Iscariot Organization to punish the demon, the heretic and the false god. Kill them all, and let God sort them out."