AN: First of all, I want to clarify that Cordelia lives (presumably) somewhere in Valoran. Second, if you play Aatrox, please don't be offended when you read the first paragraph. This story is just for fun and I don't want to insult anyone. Well, I hope that you enjoy this...

Almost an hour later, still Vladimir's P.O.V

We won. It was a glorious match tonight in Summoner's Rift, with lots of bloodshed. Also, I killed my lane opponent more times than he killed me. So many times he thought he would own me, but I got away everytime, sinking in my sanguine pool. That opponent was Aatrox. What was it that made him so weak against me, you ask? My guess is... bad items... bad summoner decisions... bad summoner, in general... I don't know, I wasn't really paying attention to his score, statistics or tactics, because that's the summoners' job.

Also, it seemed like I was the only one in the mood for a match: the other champions that participated in this game looked tired. Probably they couldn't wait for it to be over and go back to their rooms for their precious sleep (that was one of the reasons the other team surrendered, the main reason being that our team totally wrecked them, to the point there was no use to continuing the match).

Indeed, it was late, but I wasn't tired. After chatting with my teammates about the match and wishing them all good night, I left and went straight to my room. It was time for me to get what I wanted, what I needed all this time, in order to sate my thirst for blood.

Unlocking the door slowly so I wouldn't make too much noise, I quickly walked in, only to find Cordelia asleep once more. Wonderful. The time has come.

I walked as silently as I could towards her, so as to not wake the girl, disturb her, or make her aware of my presence. The red sphere of blood appeared between my hands and I held it towards her way. Absorb as much as you can, I thought to myself.

Now.

That which runs through you, will run you through.

Fool! What are you waiting for?

For some reason, I hesitated. Even though I was trying to encourage myself, there had passed so much time that I didn't kill people outside the Fields of Justice that I almost felt ...unfamiliar with it. Oh, no. Are my powers slipping away? I opened the window trying my best not to make too much noise again (except Cordelia, most of the other champions were probably sleeping too) and not a single bug dared to enter the room. Nah, still got it. I can dominate the mosquitoes if I want to, for they know who is in charge when it comes to blood. I am superior than them, because I am the blood lord...

Should I give it a shot once more, then?

Returning to my initial position, I thought I was ready this time, when...

I noticed she was slowly opening her eyes. I had the perfect opportunity and I had just lost it.

Cordelia's P.O.V.

Like a car driving in the highway in the middle of the night, stopping for the tolls and awakening anyone who has been sleeping on the backseat. That's how I felt when I woke up.

For a second I had to look around me to remember where I was. Interrupted sleep does that. Vladimir had returned, and he was standing a few meters away from me. I sat up and faced him. "What do you want?" I asked, even half-asleep, my voice still managed to sound sort of annoyed.

"From you? Nothing" he said. "I just happened to have finished my business by now and..." he shrugged, "you know, I wanted to make sure you didn't hurt yourself again."

I sighed. A part of me hated him, because I didn't really want anyone to take care of me, even more that, he was just a stranger, I didn't know anything about him, why would he care anyway?

I scanned him with my eyes, half-closing them, so that I'd look more demanding. Then I asked, "And what was that business you were occupied with?"

He chuckled, then he smiled at me before answering "Well... have you heard anything about the League of Legends?"

Then he sat next to me and he explained to me everything that had to do with the League, the reason of its existence, how it operated, how the champions were summoned in battlefields, their relationship with summoners... (AN: He didn't tell her about his role though)

When he was finished, I had to admit I was a little impressed. Also, I was impressed by the fact that I didn't recognize him earlier. I had heard the douchebags talk about spectating League matches every now and then and I didn't even notice! I didn't make the connection!

"So..." I started, as I wanted to ask him something, just to confirm my guesses. "Are we... in the Institute of War right now?"

"Yes" he said, as if it was really simple.

"And the other champions live here too?!" I asked. I was never a fan of the League, but I had seen some champions that were pretty cool.

"Yes, they do, I thought it was pretty obvious" he replied.

Suddenly, I felt excited as I thought of a challenge. "Can I see them? Like, in the battlefield or something?"

"Well, most of them would be sleeping by now. But some of them could still be up. Although, most people who hang out here at this time, are working for the League. Which means... you should be discreet."

I felt a mischievous grin spread on my face. "I will be as discreet as possible." Oh, how I loved being hidden and stalking people...