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I hope this is good enough and worth the wait. I am trying my best to remember that I have a second story that I need to update.

Chapter 4: Rules

The drink was as warm as the overheated room Katarina is keeping herself inside of, ever since she assaulted The Frost Archer. It really should be The Hot Archer. She hated herself for loving the taste, the feel of the liquid. Its driving her crazy. It has been twenty-four hours. What the hell am I supposed to do in the meantime? Vladimir will be back in three days and she is not going to stay here thinking about what she did. He had given her the book about what kind of vampire she is becoming. Apparently she has a mind compulsion ability. It might explain why the Frost Archer had obeyed her every command.

Katarina is trying to distract herself with training. An everyday routine, like drinking water to avoid dehydration, like eating to avoid starvation. This is her training. The first thing she thinks about when she wakes up and the last thing that come up on her mind before she goes to sleep, exhausted from her sessions. It always helps her sort her emotions, specially anger. It is brewing like tea in a pot boiling up inside.

She hasn't seen her ever since, is she okay? Did I go too far?

Katarina remembers it by details. The thick scarlet liquid would thin once it reached her throat, like rich aged wine opened just at the perfect opportunity.

The head of house Du Couteau sniffs the air. Shit! What is going on? didn't Vladimir say that this type of vampire feeds only when truly hungry? And wasn't the period long?
She fed yesterday and she wanted to keep the feeding to minimum, like he had instructed.

Katarina gets outside and her feet take her to the source. That fine assertive and sensual trail is leading her to a figure standing looking like she had lost her way. Katarina can see who that is. She grit her teeth. What the fuck is she looking at?

She takes a kunai out and throws it her direction after she had marked it with her spell.

"What are you doing here?" she grab her by her arm and bring her close, wrap and arm around her waist and speeds to her chambers before anyone sees her wondering here. Somewhere in the back of her head, Katarina didn't want anyone to find her here, the things they could do to her.

She Dashes, slams her hands on the wall imprisoning her between her arms. Ashe gasps and Katarina is surprised by her. Her white eyebrows almost touch when she frowns.
Her eyes are intense, and just like the rest of her they are all expressive. Captivating and a person swears that they can just dive into them with the peak of awe nipping at their facial features, but when Katarina peered into her frozen irises she feels an electrical chill run down her spine, through her body making her features numb. Every tendril of various shades lined up next to one and other making her eyes themselves seem like a white tundra, it's as if a blizzard is eternally raging on with a black voids in the centre that are her pupils. They capture and defy light at the same time, they literally glow.
"Step back Noxian" Katarina can't help but smile.
"What will you do, your highness?" she plays with the last word. It shows its effect on the Archer's face. Her jaw goes tight and she tenses up. Beautiful. "Will you scream hoping someone might come and save your royalty?" she tries to provoke her. Katarina is enjoying what she is doing right now. Her expression is priceless. Her perfume is gliding on the insides of Katarina's nose. Her stomach feel it, her muscles feel it and her brain is on high alert.
"How dare you!" the Archer's hands come up to defend herself, but Katarina takes them and pins them to the wall. She whimpers and closes her eyes.

"Fight back…" the Noxian whispers the words in her ear. Voice too raspy and thick it made her heart jump. She struggles against her, wanting to free herself. How can a woman be this strong? Ashe looks up to find Katarina's eyes. That green is back again. Her voice is so threatening, but her eyes are so peaceful. What on Runeterra is going on? "..or I'm going to hurt you" Ashe follows the movements of her lips and when the Noxian pulls them in a side-grin, Ashe knew she was just caught staring.
The smell intermingling with the outlandish aroma of charcoal flames and cinnamon invades her nose and Ashe looks to the side when Katarina had lowered her head and leaned in. Her lips brushed on Ashe's ear "Is this what you came for?"
She doesn't even know why she is here. All that she knows is that pain in her neck thumps harder and harder the closer she came to the Noxian wing. Her thoughts were blocked by that dream she had. It was so forceful. Harshly thrusting itself into her skin threatening to tear it away.
Ashe knew it. She did something to me. Her body is moving on its own, or she is granting this Noxian access to her and either ways, Ashe hates it. She hates how Katarina makes her feel right now. perfect, she feels perfect Ashe can't deny it, but she will never admit it.
Her body is numb and her legs can't carry her weight anymore. Every draw of her blood by the Noxian had vacuumed all her worries and replaced them with pleasure. It was getting inside of her and she only freed her hand and dug her nails in the woman's scalp, pulling her in deeper. More she wanted and the fiend is numbing the tips her skin.

Satisfied, Katarina pulls herself away from the dazed Freljordian. She wipes the blood from her lips with the back of her hand. The Frost Archer is breathing heavily trying to collect herself.
"Get out" Katarina walks away leaving her standing there.
"Just…give me…" Katarina hears thudding and turns around. The woman is trembling on the floor. He arms are keeping her from falling completely on the ground and she stands there wide-eyed. What have I done?
This is not the Archer she sees on the rift. The Archer that fires missiles of enchanted ice, freezing everything in her way to victory. The Archer that never misses her target.
Katarina walks to her and lifts her up. She help her stand and their eyes lock. The crystallized water is melting. She lifts her off of the ground and carries her light body to the bed. Her breathing seemed to relax and she inspect all of her weak movements, she is not weak damn it. This is your fault you fucking idiot.
"Are you alright?"
"I have to go back" she tries to sit and Katarina pushes her back on the bed.
She became a fiend that has never felt these things before. There is that gravity that is pulling her, this monster that is only growing inside of her that wants to devour what is laying on her bed. She is becoming so cold, need some more.

No!

Stop it right now. Katarina, with all of her will power stands up and turns away. A hand makes her freeze.
"I am sorry. This is my fault" voice so low and so soft made her turn. Her eyes are shut close. Is she sleep talking? Katarina pulls the covers over her and sits beside her. Face so pale making the cherry lips the center of her attention. There is a sound in her head, telling her to feed on her one more time. forcing her to just sink her teeth and rip it out of her neck.

No, there is no way I am letting this beast take over. So she holds the Archer's hand and squeeze it and hopes that the softness will calm her down. She gets near. Her lips a breath away from Ashe's.
Katarina feels weak, her mind is submitting to her cravings for more. She leaves, out of her own room and out of the Noxian-wing, as far away as she can from the smell that is now the cause of her nightmares.

Where is this? That is the first question that pops in her head when Ashe take her surroundings. She looks down at the red bedsheets and black wood of what the bed is made from. Ashe finds herself in her clothes from yesterday. Her throat is dry.
She drags her legs and they dangle from the side. It hurts to sallow. Her eyes are still heavy and she tries to stay on her feet as she makes her way to the door.

Ashe turns the knob and its locked. She places her forehead on the door as she wishes this terrible headache would leave.

In the moment, that flash of anger protected her from the pain. Were she to relive it, she would try to summon more strength. Ashe failed herself, and her ancestor too. She never thought herself to be so weak before; she does now. It must be cleansed or the need will warp her own nature and change the what she believes in, into something it should never be. It is possessing her. That feeling to be taken off guard, the way she was held. So forceful it made her lose herself. It felt so wondaful to be someone else. Unshackled from her usual tight routine. So I have something new to work on, to watch for that flash of pleasure and control it when the urge takes over. The problem was the Noxian that made her feel that.

The door unlocks and it opens. The Noxian. Scarlet so dangerously on display. Her eyes are so deadly, but Ashe finds them beautiful. The sinister Blade of Noxus makes her way to her. In both of her hands, she is carrying a trey filled with plates and two glasses. She places it next to Ashe on the table and sits in front of her.
"How are you feeling?" it was the way she asked that made Ashe almost laugh at her. She was nervous and her eyes avoided Ashe's
"Is this for me?" she couldn't wait when she saw the water. Ashe picks the glass and gulps its contains. Her throat felt like the dry dessert soil and how happy it must have been to damp and freshen up. Not that she has ever been to the dessert before, but she assumes that it would be like that.
"It is" she says as she frowns "I am sorry about yesterday."
"What happened to you?" how did she become what she is right now? how is it even possible to become such thing which she can't explain.
"I was infected by a vampire's blood" Katarina looks up and their eyes find each other. The mistress of the blades has a strong look on her which told Ashe that she wasn't lying.
"Is it permanent?"
"No. We are looking for the one that infected me" Ashe sees anger. A hateful stare. Ashe turns her eyes to the eggs, ham, fried potatoes. A tureen of fruit sits in ice to keep it chilled. She wants to eat, but there are so many questions she wanted to ask. The reason for her searching yesterday.
"Was yesterday the first time you…" how is she going to say it? fed? Is that the right word to choose?
"Yes" it was low. It was a lie. Is she regretting it? or is it guilt?
"Do you…feed on others?" she can't think of another word, and the assassin's expression shows her distaste in the word.
"No" it was simple, boxed, uncommunicative.
"It didn't feel like the first time."

The queen lowers her head. The purity that follows her voice, her smell and her movements are holding Katarina against her will.
"You should eat" she has read about the aftereffects the person suffers after the draining. One of them is an unusual attachment to the feeder. The second is terrible hunger for food and thrust for drinks. So Katarina brought her something from the halls.
"Am I being held against my will?"
"I don't want you telling others what you know."
"So you imprison me?" she is mad, ferrous even "And why do you even think I would go and tell the others?" her voice got higher.
"It's temporary. Until we find a cure."
"Oh, so you want me to be your leverage for the next days?" she stands up and heads for the door "I am leaving."
Katarina leaves her seat and grab her by her arm "You are not going anywhere."
"Let go of me" she struggles then grunts with pain. Katarina releases her hand once she realized that it was inflecting pain.
"Do not provoke me."
"Or what? You're going to hurt me? Kill me?" the pale woman pushes her back "Go ahead, barbarian."

She feels the air failing to be sucked in the more Katarina squeezes her windpipe. "Ahg-" she struggles, punches and scratches the Noxian as a form of fighting. Her head feels light. Ashe tries to keep herself relaxed and not panic, as it will only worsen the situation.
The Noxian releases her and she coughs roughly. Draws more air inside to fill her empty lungs.
"Don't leave the room" she says it next to her ear and Ashe's world went black.
No, she will not be kept here against her will and be used like a blood-sack to fill this monster.
She wished she had more strength to fight. Ashe wanted to relay on her own strength for once and not the bow's, but it never got her anywhere. Now she is being threatened by this ruffian, this monster she always thought was beautiful. Still is but that is all being blocked by what she fears might be another person.

TLDR; they hate each other now.

Thanks for reading and until the next chapter.