"30 seconds until minions spawn..."
Vladimir shifted uncomfortably in his spot in the center of the summoning circle. No doubt the summoners were up to something again. He frowned, and looked around him.
Just as he had remembered it. The same summoning circle, day in, day out, for the different city-states of Noxus, Piltover, Zaun, Demacia, Bandle City, The Shadow Isles, Ionia and Bilgewater to resolves disputes. It could get really boring at times. The same old walls, the same tired old merchant peddling his wares. The same old champions running through the usual motions. Sad, but true.
Ah well. Meh.
He was really getting tired of playing lackey to the summoners. He could practically feel their blood calling to him as he strode the hallways of the Hall of Justice. Perhaps it would be time to teach them a lesson. He closed his eyes, visualising the vivid splashes of red that would be created as he partook of their blood. The inevitable screaming, crying and begging. They always did, like those who visited the temple and never returned to tell the tale. The summoners were mere weaklings, easy for Noxus or even Zaun to take care of.
Not now, though. Soon.
"Vladimir... awake"
'Shut up."
"Move to top lane. I am your summoner and I command it"
"I am the blood lord Vlad. All shall kneel before Vlad. You cannot command me"
"..."
Instantly, he felt a strong pull away from the circle. Reluctantly, unwillingly, his feet started moving in the direction his summoner commanded. Really annoying at times, these summoners could be. Couldn't they tell he was really tired of fighting day in, day out? He sighed and started moving, the ball of blood obediently following him as he strode towards the turret which he would be protecting.
"The clot thickens, no?"
"Just because I don't have a choice, summoner, does not mean I have to take it with your jokes. I can take a... transfusion from you that you will not survive from. I am a universal recipient of blood. That means yours as well. Now shut up and let me do my job."
"So rude. But agreed."
"Its only forever that I have to listen to you. How easy for you to say. Tell me who I am against."
"Can you not guess?"
"... Do not take a threat from Vlad lightly. I will make your death an art, where you feel every inch of your bones snapping, the warm marrow leaking out, and I will laugh at your horrified looks."
"... You know who your teammates are. I will not tell you those. As for your enemies, I fear that you will face Teemo, the Swift Scout, as your main adversary. Jungling and ganking will be the responsibility of Vi, the Enforcer of Piltover. Fizz, the Tidal Trickster, will be nominated to take the mid lane. And finally, the hated Caitlyn, the Sheriff of Piltover, will be their... adc. And finally, for their support, it seems that Blitzcrank, the Great Steam Golem, will hold his own with Caitlyn."
"... I came to the summoner's circle quite late. Remind me again what glorious warriors we have on our team?"
"Sigh. Pay attention next time, will you? You are tasked with the top lane, whilst Dr. Mundo, the madman of Zaun, will take the primary role of our jungler. Lord Swain, the Tyrant of Noxus, has kindly condescended to bless our team with his presence on the mid lane. Under his wise and worthy presence, Draven, the Glorious Executioner, will take the field against Caitlyn, with Thresh, the Eternal Warden, as his support. Now get a move on"
" Minions have spawned"
And thus, my friends, ends the first section of my first fanfic: Vladimir, the Lord of Death. Kindly comment, review or rave. I don't really mind. More will be coming.