Quinn finds Vayne wounded, collapsed on the ground, her clothes torn and dirty, sweat dripping down her face. Vayne screeches trying to scare her, but Quinn ignores her, the scout aproaches her, kneeling beside the injured vampire, a small smirk plastered on her face. Quinn examines the vampire. Her pale skin, her curvy body, the crimson orbs staring at her with hate and contempt. The huntress is trembling, her body unable to produce heat due to the blood loss.
She lifts the vampire off the ground and carries her back to her room. It's late, the corridors are empty and eerie silent. Quinn unlocks the door and places the marksman on the bed, Vayne hisses and Valor examines them curiously. Quinn proceeds to strip the Hunter and clean her wounds, but Vayne looks angry, furious even. Marksmen are a competitive role, they are always at war with each other even with their own countrymen.
Quinn slips inside the covers and pulls Vayne closer, the vampire tries to scratch her but she is far too weak to be a real threat. The scout just smiles, her hands roaming the huntress' body, caressing her breasts and stomach. She leans in on top of her, secuting Vayne by the neck before biting her ear teasingly. Vayne is still trembling violently, her whole body covered in sweat.
Quinn sighs and grabs a knife from the kitchen, she cuts the tip of her finger and presses against the vampire's lips. The Hunter hisses, before biting her, her fangs sinking in Quinn's hand and the scout cries out in pain. Quinn shudders, overwhelmed by the sensation of Vayne licking and nibbling at her open wound. She let's the vampire feast for a while, not enough to recover her strength of course, but enough to make the pain go away and she then pulls her hand away, amber eyes observing the breathless huntress. The trembling has stopped for now, so she turns the vampire around and pulls her closer. Vayne still looks hostile, but her struggling has ceased and Quinn's gaze flickers from the blood painting the woman's lower lip to the scarlet eyes watching her every move. She wraps her arms around the Hunter's waist, one of her palms resting possessively on Vayne's hip. The Hunter's eyes narrow and Quinn smiles and kisses her on the lips.
Vayne doesn't bite her, she knows that she will need the scout's warmth if she wants to survive the night. Quinn is mocking her, nibbling gently at her collarbone and neck. She is careful though, her touch deliberately avoiding the hunter's wounds. She licks the vampire's earlobe.
"You are mine."
Quinn's hands pull her even closer and now Vayne's chest is pressed against her own. The hunter's mind is foggy, the human's warmth and her exhaustion are slowly settling in lulling her to sleep. Quinn notices her eyelids closing, oddly enough she doesn't try to keep her awake, neither does she go any farther as Vayne starts realxing in her arms. Her touch is strangely affectionate and her expression softens as she leans in to kiss Vayne on the forehead. The vampire mumbles a word in her sleep and Quinn smiles softly, her hands begining to stroke her captive's hair.
"Mate."