Chapter 1

I'm sitting in the back of my parents car. Feeling the familiar soft leather under my fingertips, I look around.

My dad is driving, his black hair still as messy as always. His gray eyes focused on the road. My mom is looking back at me from the passenger side, smiling that familiar smile, showing her longer and sharper than normal canine teeth. Her green cat like eyes sparkling like emeralds, her orange-red tiger ears, same color as her hair, twitching at every sound.

I look out the window to see the buildings of downtown Vale zooming by. People going about their day. A guy talking on a cellphone in a business suit. A woman with a baby stroller and headphones on jogging. A teenage couple walking hand in hand, chatting without a care in the world.

I smile at all this. Everything so serene, peaceful. I want this to last forever. Just my mom, dad, and me. Everyone happy.

Suddenly, my dad swerves sharply and something smashes into the side of the car, sending us rolling onto the sidewalk and causing me to bash my head off anything I can bash my head off of in a car.

When we finally stop rolling, my head is bleeding and I'm barely conscious. I look around again and see my parents in worse shape than I am. My dad is unconscious, bleeding badly from the head, left arm twisted in ways that aren't healthy. My mom is the worse though. She too is unconscious and bleeding heavily from the head, but what really horrifies me, is that her entire left side looks more like ground meat, fresh from the grinder than a part of a human- or faunus, in her case- body.

Before I could dwell on it anymore, a familiar smell hits my nose.

'Gasoline…' I think. Completely terrified.

I start to panic. I don't want to die. I want to grow up and go to combat school and become a Huntsman and have a family. I want to see the happiness in my mother's eyes when I get married and again when she holds her first grandchild, I want to see the proud look in my father's eyes when I graduate from Beacon.

'Maybe my Aura will protect me,' I think 'no… I don't think that'll protect me from the explosion. Maybe if I wasn't in the center of it.'

My mom is a Huntress and she unlocked my Aura at a young age, hoping she could start my training early. And she has. For the past 3 years, since I was 5, she has been training me on how to use war axes just like her and a few Aura strengthening techniques she found in some old tombs in some ruins she found while on a mission.

I sigh 'Well, at least I get to die with my parents.' I think.

Suddenly, the world around me seems to blink out for a second before everything comes back into focus. I look around before my eyes widen in shock.

I'm on the sidewalk, across the street from our car and my parents.

I start to get up to try and get my parents out only to get blown back to the ground by an explosion and a wave of hot air blasting me back.

"MOM! DAD! NOOOOOOO-"

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"-OOOOOOO!" I shoot straight up in my makeshift bed, screaming, and in a cold sweat.

I take a few deep breaths trying to calm my heart, which is beating so fast you'd think I've been sprinting up hill with half a dozen Ursa Majors and a Deathstalker chasing me. I lean back against the cool stone wall of my cave and close my eyes.

Ever since that day I have been having nightmares. I would wake up screaming in a cold sweat. Though before I ran away, me screaming would end in a beating or maybe a whipping. Depending on what my uncle's mood was.

After the accident, I was given to my closest living relative, my uncle on my dad's side. Now my dad was human and my mom was faunus. My dad came from one of the many racist families in Vale and my mom was one of the last of the Saber Tooth Tiger faunus, a title that went to me after she died, as I took after her more than dad.

I have my mom's tiger ears as well as her eyes and teeth. I also have the physical strength of the biggest feline predator, who use to hunt and kill mammoths, to walk Remnant. Meaning I'm stronger than the average human as well as most faunus. I have my dad's messy black hair as well as his height and build. My dad was a big guy, standing at 6"4 and built like a tank with broad shoulders and arms the size of tree trunks. I stand at 6"3 with broad shoulders but I'm somewhere in between my mom's runners build and my dad's tank like build.

My uncle was abusive. Incredibly so. Before I escaped and ran away, every day after school I would come back to the house- I will never call that place home- and he would grab me by my tiger ears as soon as I walked in the door, drag me to the basement, tie me to the wall, then whip me with a bullwhip while insulting me. Saying I'm a no good freak, I'm nothing but a dirty animal, insulting my parents, blaming me for anything that goes wrong in his life, things like that.

After suffering at the hands of my uncle for 5 years, I snapped. I walked in the door after school one afternoon and before he could blindside me like he usually does, I kicked him in the balls. And I kicked him as hard as I could, which considering what I am must have been very, very painful. I'm pretty sure I did some permanent damage too.

He fell to the ground with a thud, holding his junk and screaming like a little girl. I just laughed at him and punched him in the head, knocking him out. After that I ran through the house taking anything of value that I could sell. I had even broke into the safe under the couch, built into the floor.

Apparently my "uncle" didn't believe in banks because let me tell you, that safe was full of Lien. I even found my mom's old war axe blueprints. I don't know why he kept them, but I am grateful.

So anyway, the first thing I did was go to the local gunsmith and gave him the blueprints, asking him to make me two of them(A/N I don't know what age you can own a weapon in RWBY, so just roll with it). When he asked if I had the Lien to pay for the job, I just opened the large duffle on my shoulder and showed him the money. He just walked in back without another word.

It took about half a day for him to finish the axes. The axes were, and still are, beautiful. Dust infused black steel glistening in the sun, razor sharp edge ready to hack an enemy to death in a gruesome way, armor piercing spike on the end ready to punch a hole in the enemy(A/N: look up ebony war axe from Skyrim).

But what had really surprised me that day was when he told me to press the buttons on the handles and when I did, they turned into two high caliber pistols. I had thanked him profusely and payed him a little extra. It cost me over ¾ my funds but it was worth it.

But like all good things, that day had to end. As I was walking back to my hotel that night, I was busy admiring my new war axes and I wasn't really paying attention to the world around me. I had walked into an alley to take a shortcut to the hotel when I felt a sharp prick in the back of my neck. I turned around and the last thing I saw before the darkness was a white Grimm mask.

I had woken up sometime later in a dark room strapped to a lab table. There I sat for a few hours before a door on the far side of the room had opened up and lights had turned on. An owl faunus walked into the now well lit lab room baring the White Fang symbol on his lab coat. He had told me that a long time ago, before the Saber Tooth Tiger faunus started to die off, that they were the fiercest and most skilled warriors you could possibly find. They were the only type faunus that the humans had left alone during and before the Great War, and that they made their home in a forest, the Silva forest, the Forest of Silver. Which was where they made the bunker I was at. The exact location of the village has long since been lost to time. All anyone knows is that it's somewhere in the Silva forest, and anyone who has tried to find it are never seen again. The White Fang wanted that strength, and they would stop at nothing to get it.

So began the worst 3 years of my life. Even beating the years I lived with my uncle. They experimented on me, attempted to brainwash me. But all that did was make me stronger and added fuel to the fire of hatred that burned in me towards the White Fang.

They had also trained me. On how to use my war axes,- which I named Dusk and Dawn- my semblance, hand-to-hand, and pretty much anything they needed to make the perfect living weapon. My semblance is the ability to teleport anyone or anything anywhere, including me. I call it Blinking. (A/N: Free cookies to anyone who gets the reference!)

I had waited. Waited and planned. Waited for the moment to strike. And finally, after three years, three long years of torture, of suffering, the moment came.

The White Fang had sent a rookie to escort me from my cell and to the lab. The rat faunus had made one mistake, one rookie mistake that cost him his life. He put normal handcuffs on me, not the specialized reinforced handcuffs needed to hold me.

I had snapped them as if they were made of plastic and then snapped the rat's neck just as easily. After that I had stealthily made my way through the complex, towards the armory where they kept Dusk and Dawn. Silent as a shadow, killing any guard that got in my way without remorse. When I had gotten to the armory, I killed the guard standing by the door and had taken his key.

After I had gotten Dusk and Dawn, I let out all the anger, the hatred, the fury I have had built up ever since the car accident that killed my parents. I had killed every living thing in that underground bunker.

Afterwards I had raided the armory of all dust rounds for Dusk and Dawn and left the bunker. Ever since then I have been living off the land of my ancestors. Hunting animals and gathering herbs and plants for my food, clearing out Grimm in mass quantities in an effort to keep my home safe and to honor my ancestors by cleansing the darkness from their land, and killing any White Fang that enters the forest.

I'm brought out of my musing by the growling of Beowulf's and the sound of fighting. I shoot up out of my bedding and throw on the leather armor I made awhile back as well as my Biowulf skin hood made from the pelt of the first Grimm I killed. I grab Dusk and Dawn and sprint out of my cave and towards the sound of fighting.

Hopefully it's just the White Fang.

Goodwitch POV

I grunt as I throw another Biowulf through a tree with a flick of my wrist and impale another on a spike of ice. I have been fighting this particully large pack of Biowulfs for a while now, and I'm starting to get annoyed with the seemingly never ending torrent of Grimm. I was sent here by Ozpin to investigate the drastic decrease of Grimm in the area.

Drastic decrease of Grimm my ass.

As soon as I was dropped off into the Forest of Silver I was attacked. As I cooked another pair of Biowulfs with a torrent of flames, a pair of Ursa and an Ursa Major burst through the treeline and into the clearing. I hold my riding crop in front of me but instead of attacking me like I thought they would, they ran right past me as if I wasn't there. It's like they were running from something

Then I heard it.

A growl, not unlike that of a lion or tiger, echoed throughout the clearing. It was loud, and menacing, deep and deadly. It sent a small twinge of fear down my spine.

Almost instantly, all the Biowulfs in the clearing stopped attacking me and turned towards where the sound came from. They crouched low to the ground on all fours, tail between their legs and growling, slowly backing away from the sound. I turned towards where it came from as well, my riding crop at the ready. What I saw caused me to start backing away as well.

A single pair of glowing green cat eyes were staring back at me through the silver of the tree line, shrouded in darkness.

Before the Biowulfs could run off, a black blur flew past me. The sound of metal slicing through skin and bone and the growls and yelps of dying Biowulfs filled the clearing as I turned around.

I could feel my eyes widen at the sight before me. There, hacking through dozens of Biowulfs with brutal efficiency, was a young man. He's wearing dark blue, handmade, leather armor with bone plating covering all his body's vital areas as well as a black hood made from a Biowulf pelt, the head of which being the hood. He's wielding two beautifully crafted pitch black war axes with an armor piercing spike behind the main blade, as well as a much smaller spike on the bottom of the handle as well as the top, with strange symbols running along the main blade as well as the spike.

I watch as he buries the axe in his right hand into the head of one Biowulf while shooting another with a large pistol that the axe in his left hand seemingly turned into magicly, it's head exploding in a mess of gore. He rips his right axe out of the, now dead, Biowulf's head just in time to parry a swing aimed at his head by another by cutting off it's arm, before decapitating the wolf like Grimm with the left. He disappears with a dull flash of light just in time to avoid a fourth Biowulf's snap at his neck, only to reappear in the same manner behind the bloodthirsty beast, burying one of his axes in it's spine.

I watch, mesmerized, as he systematically slaughters the remaining Biowulfs. Severed limbs falling to the ground with meaty thuds as he savagely hacks them to pieces. Soon, all the Grimm in the clearing are either dead or dying, all dismembered.

Slowly, the man turns to me and starts to make his way towards me. As he gets closer, I notice that he is a lot younger than I first thought, around 16 or 17 maybe. He is also much taller, almost as tall as Ozpin. He's also a Faunus. That didn't surprise me though. I knew as soon as I saw the cat eyes. He has black, messy hair with tiger ears of similar color on top of his head. His slightly glowing emerald green cat eyes seem... Familiar, some how. I raise my riding crop as he approaches, causing him to chuckle slightly, flashing a pair of long, thick, sharp-looking fangs, in response. My eyes widen in shock as I see a familiar emblem drawn in white on his armor.

It was a saber-tooth tiger. I haven't seen that emblem in close to 9 years. It belonged to my best friend and one of the best and most powerful Huntress to graduate from Beacon in close to 50 years. Her name was Larain Blau, formerly Scitis and she was a saber-tooth tiger Faunus. Her skills with dual wield war axes were second to none and her skills in combat were second only to Ozpin and on par with Qrow and I. And her with semblance of controlling the earth(A/N: Earthbending) she made a formidable opponent to face. When she was killed in a car crash with her husband 9 years ago, I was devastated. Her son, also a Faunus, was sent to live with her husband's brother, where he lived for 5 years, before he disappeared without a trace.

I'm brought out of my shocked state by the man.

"A Huntress? Well, that's new. Usually it's the White Fang." His voice is just as deep and dangerous sounding as his growl.

Forcing down my shock, I set my face in it's usual stern expression saying "I was sent here to investigate the decrease of Grimm in the area. I take it that was your doing?"

"Indeed," he replied "this is my home, and the home of my ancestors. I will kill anyone, or anything, that tries to damage it. Be it the Grimm, or the White Fang."

I nod. If he is who I think he is, then I'm not surprised. His mother was the same way. "I used to know someone like that. Can I get your name?" I ask

"Nacht Blau. And you are?" the tall Faunus replies rather gruffly.

"I am Professor Glynda Goodwitch, from Beacon Academy, Mr. Blau. And I think I know someone who will want to speak with you. Are you willing to come with me?" I respond

Nacht looks thoughtful for a second before he nods. I let a small smile play onto my face before I call for extraction.

Larain, I'm bringing your child home

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Nacht POV

I whistle lowly in amazement as Beacon comes into view of the window looking out of the Bullhead. It is just as impressive as mom said it would be. It has always been my dream to attend Beacon. Before this I had long since given up that dream. I already know it's the headmaster that Professor Goodwitch says would want to speak with me. Just like I already know she somehow recorded my slaughter of those Grimm in the clearing. I haven't figured how she did that yet, but I know she did.

Once we land, we start to make our way to the giant clock tower that is, supposedly, the headmasters office. We step into an elevator and I watch as she presses the button to the top of the clock tower. We ride to the top in silence, with her sneaking glances at me when she thinks I'm not looking. I ignore her.

We get to the top and I blink in surprise. The headmaster's office is literally the top of the clock tower. As in, the clock part. The inner workings of the clock visible, with moving gears and the tick tock of a clock. In my opinion, the constant ticking is kinda annoying, but that's just me. Sitting at a large desk by an even larger window, is a tall man with silver hair, wearing glasses to small to be of any actual use with darkened lenses and a cup of coffee in one hand. He looks up from his paperwork as we enter and gazes at me curiously

"Professor Ozpin," the silver haired man looks to his blonde haired colleague "you might want to see this."

She then pulls a small chip from… Somewhere and inserts it into her scroll. She pulls up the video of the fight in the Silva Forest and the conversation afterwards and thrusts the device into his face.

His face betrays nothing as he watches the video beyond a raised eyebrow at the skill displayed and a slight widening of the eyes at my name. I'm not to surprised at that. My mom was a powerful and skilled Huntress and her name is most likely well known among the older Huntsman and Huntresses.

At the end of the video, Ozpin hands the scroll back to Professor Goodwitch and turns his attention to me. "Would you mind telling me where you learned to fight like that, Mr. Blau?" He asks.

"That's… Personal, Headmaster." I reply.

I keep my face in an emotionless mask as we silently stare at each other, his calm eyes locked onto my blank ones. Finally, after five minutes of silent staring, he slowly nods.

"Alright," he says "I have a proposition for you."

I raise an eyebrow at the silver haired professor and tilt my head down a bit, silently telling him to go on.

"How would you like," he pauses, for dramatic effect, I'm guessing, "to become a student, here, at Beacon Academy?"

I let my mask slip for a second and let my excitement shine through. I can feel the glow in my eyes intensify. And judging by the startled look on Ozpin and Professor Goodwitch's face, they notice it too. I nod with a smirk.

"I would be honored, headmaster." I say, the glow in my eyes dimming back down slightly.

He nods with a smile. "Do you have anything back in the forest that we need to get?" he asks.

"No," I reply "I own nothing except Dusk and Dawn." At Ozpin's questioning look I take out Dusk.

"This Is Dusk," I say "one of my two war axes." He nods.

"They are very beautifully made." he says.

I smile slightly, "They are."

"If you don't mind me asking," Ozpin says "what do the symbols on the blade mean?"

"They mean "Dusk" in in the ancient language of my ancestors." I reply softly, running my index finger across the symbols. "My mother taught me how to speak and write it before she died."

Professor Goodwitch looks down at the ground at the mention of my mother while Ozpin's eyes briefly flash with sadness.

"Your mother was an amazing woman and a powerful Huntress, Mr. Blau." he spoke softly.

I look up from Dusk, my eyes glowing brightly with determination, "I know, and I'm going to make her proud by becoming the best Huntsman of my generation, and by protecting Remnant from all threats. Be it Grimm, or the White Fang."

Ozpin smiles and nods his head, "I wish you luck then. But right now, I'm guessing you need clothes."

"It seems so," I say, my emotionless mask falling back into place, "If I could borrow some Lein, I could head to Vale and buy myself some clothes as well as some supplies to make myself some new armor."

"Very well," he says "the other first year students are coming today as well. You can ride with them on the way back. I suggest you hurry in making your new set of armor. Initiation is tomorrow. There will be a Bullhead waiting for you on the landing platform."

I nod my head, "Thank you Headmaster." I take the money from Ozpin and make my start to walk towards the elevator.

"And Mr, Blau," I hear him say behind me. I stop and turn my head to look over my shoulder, "welcome to Beacon."

A/N: I'm back bitches! I deleted my other fic cause I didn't like how it was going. There will be a rewrite for those of you who liked it. So, on other news, new fanfic. I've decided to write this, because I wanted to. But I had help with this one. I would like to thank my friend Fallen Shadow69 for his help. And Shadow, you did help. Don't try to deny it you stubborn bastard. If you haven't read his stories you really should. They are really fucking good. This is going to be an OC/Pyrrah/Ruby fic. And Jaune is not going to exist in this fic. Nacht is replacing him. For those of you who don't like it, you can go fuck yourselves, cause I don't give two shits whether you like it or not. Updates are going to be slow cause I have work and I'm a really busy person who doesn't have much time to write. And I have a kickboxing tournament in a month, so I have to train for that. I'll try to get out chapters monthly, but my success in that will be limited. Hell, this chapter was supposed to be 8000 word but I really just wanted to get this out so I stuck with half that. Follow, Favorite, and Review to give me inspiration to write. This is everyone's favorite insane hotdog lover, signing off.

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