This chapter contains many scenes; I'm jumping back and forth a bit. I also apologize for not updating that much and do please note that Shyvana and the characters who are currently in Kalamanda right now, will be not in this chapter.

Thank you.

Warning: Vayne and Talon is a little OOC.

"Welcome back Darius," The Bird-man greeted as the Hand of Noxus joined him for afternoon tea. "I assumed you found something about Quinn."

"Actually," Darius started, pushing the cup of tea away from him. Swain quickly frowned at that gesture. "I found nothing fishy about her."

"You didn't find anything guilty about the Demacian Scout?" The General of Noxus abruptly asked.

"I didn't see anything fishy about her." Darius muttered, sitting down on the Ionian crafted chair.

Swain nodded as if he agreed and understood with Darius's response. "Ah yes, the whole menstruation chat, no?" He let out a soft chuckle afterwards.

Shuddering, Darius quickly took his sudden horrid images out of his mind. "I don't wish to be reminded of that, Jericho."

The Raven twitched her delicate head as Swain shrugged. Placing his cup down, he began, "Of course, for the alliance-" He then muttered to his precious bird. "This will be over soon Beatrice, don't be impatient." Beatrice squawked. "-So tell me," Jericho resumed back to the conversation. "Did your brother and Vladimir take care of the bird and the Intuition's magic?"

Darius muffled, "Yes we did. However, there is still a back-up generator we still need to disable in order for the plan to be complete and-"

Swain shook his head. "That is not needed," He interjected. "Now, you must bring the bird back to Noxus, and remember, no killing until I say so-" Beatrice let out another high-pitched cry. "-Oh yes, make sure the bird is in a good environment. Beatrice doesn't want her company to be uncomfortable, isn't that right?" The Six-Eyed Raven nuzzled her head against the General's chin.

The Hand of Noxus rolled his eyes. "I was hoping to have a luxurious bird for dinner tonight." He joked in a monotone voice. Clearing his throat, he got up from the antique chair. "I must depart." He added quickly after.

"Yes," Swain muttered. "And before you do that, I have another request for you."

The Hemomancer stared at the cocky Noxian, rolling his bloody red eyes. "Draven, my… friend," Vladimir began, pointing at Valor. "Why are you poking the bird?"

Draven looked up from his actions and let out a hearty laugh. "Is this thing dead or not?" the Blood Brother asked, showing Valor to the Crimson Reaper.

Vladimir jumped back in disgust. "It's not dead; you knocked it out unconscious twenty minutes ago. And Jericho will kill us if he finds out the bird is dead."

The Blood Brother raced his hand through his hair. "Man, I'm good."

Rolling his eyes once more, Vladimir placed the Demacian Eagle in a cage. "Now since the magic has been temporally disabled by LeBlanc's powers. Quinn cannot teleport out of the Intuition of War-" Then he licked his lips. "-Neither can Vayne." He quickly added.

"Thank for your tip but Vayne isn't really my type," Draven hastily replied. "Someone more like Ahri or Sarah will be more delightful."

"I'm surrounded by idiots…" Vladimir muttered. "Let's move out, I'm sure we wasted enough time here." Draven grumbled something under his breath as he grabbed the cage containing the rare Demacian Eagle.

Quinn stared at the window as the candle's flame flickered against the room, revealing her milky skin in an orangey colour. Her blue cloak was wrapped against her body for warmth, acting like a blanket.

As she continued to scribble down her thoughts in her journal, memories and flashbacks of today returned into her mind. She groaned as the thoughts overwhelmed her feminine mind. Continuing to scribble, she took in multiple inhales and exhales.

"Let it go, Quinn," She told herself. "You're a Demacian soldier, you shouldn't let emotions overwhelmed you. Isn't that right, Val-" She rapidly pause her sentence and sighed. Another moment of hesitation as she wrote down in her journal:

I have this feeling, Valor is in trouble.

It's been at least two hours since Valor has gone through the teleportation skill and if Jarvan had received the letter, he should have sent Valor back with a response. Quinn thought for a moment of all the possibly delays with the response. One, Jarvan might be still thinking of a response. Two, Valor could be showing-off to a by-standing female bird (and forget about the plan Quinn carefully planned for the past three weeks) or three, Valor had an accident. The Scout closed her journal, muttering to herself. There can be more possible reasons, but she knew Valor better than anyone, and if she had learnt anything about being with Valor, it's that Valor will not disobey anyone (unless it's Garen, he hates Garen).

Grabbing her helmet as she made her way to the door, she knew Noxus was behind this. And when she gets her hand on the General of Noxus, she's going to-

Knock.

Quinn stared at the door with confusion as she opened the door, aiming her crossbow at the door.

The Blade's Shadow stared at her with his signature glare. Quinn's heart skipped a beat as she vaulted back.

"What are you doing here?" Quinn asked after long moment of hesitation. "If you're trying to prove me wrong then-"

"Valor's gone again, isn't he?" Talon interrupted. The Scout looked at Blade's Shadow, wondering if he can read minds.

"Yeah, but-"

"No time to explain," Talon interjected. "Swain has something under his sleeve. So, this is the first and last time I'm going to say this-" He then lowered his voice. "I need your help."

Quinn shrugged. "Do I get Valor back?"

The Assassin nodded, rolling his eyes. "Yes, you can get your precious bird back."

Squealing, Quinn wrapped her arms around Talon. "Thank you, thank you! Did I mention thank you?"

Talon quickly pulled her away, dusting his outfit. Quinn coughed awkwardly afterwards. "Uh, sorry," Quinn mumbled. "It's just that-"

"You want Valor back, I know," Talon groaned, finishing Quinn's sentence for her. "Now, just don't screw up like last time."

The Scout frowned. "If you didn't interfere with my fight last time, everything would have been better." She countered.

Talon huffed under his breath. "If I didn't interfere with your battle, you could have lost an eye and an arm," He grumbled. "And you would have been joining your brother." He added, crossing the line. Quinn gasped.

"Don't you dare putting my brother into this," She interjected. "He's my biological twin brother!"

Talon rolled his eyes. "I research a woman's background before I start dating her-" He clarified.

"Or begin to start to have special physical relationship?" Quinn estimated.

"That," Talon began. "That is deep."

Quinn bowed. "I learnt how to write literature," She then snorted. "Unlike you…"

The Assassin tsk-ed in annoyance, "This is getting personal." Talon muttered.

The Scout rolled her eyes, "Well, if you didn't insult the person I've longed love, I don't think this conversation is going to get personal."

"It was true that you were going to die if I didn't block that shot for you."

"I didn't need you to save me," Quinn snapped. "I rather die than to endure your spoiled personality."

"This is why I dislike you so much," Talon countered. "I just offered my aid to save your 'stupid' partner and all you do is insult me."

"If you dislike me then why did you ask me to go steady in the first place?" Quinn questioned.

Talon grumbled, "I pitied you."

And then, Talon could feel the slightest bit of his body fidgeted, he didn't understand why. Quinn, on the other hand, can feel the rage, locked deep in a vault inside her, bursting and released into her immune system.

The Scout clutched her hand into a fist, so tight that her hand was turning white. She closed her eyes, imagining the happy moments of her young life, hoping to find a positive mood away from the anger.

"Oh." After the long moment of hesitation and thinking was all Quinn can spew out. "Well, alright," She continued after getting a strange glance from Talon. "Let's… just find Val."

The Noxian blinked in confusion, possibly the first time in his years of an assassin was he this confused. "Right..."

Quinn nodded sluggish as she closed the door behind her. "What's the plan?"

Talon leaned into her ear, "Apparently, Swain wants to take over Kalamanda, and from a witness, he had been seen with a couple of Noxians, like Darius, possibly creating alliances. And I also heard rumours that Swain has asked one of the Noxian champions to capture a Demacian champion in order to complete one of the phases, of course, since the magic was disabled for the moment, and no one can get out. The only two Demacian champions in this location are you and Shauna Vayne."

"Hold on," Quinn muttered before Talon could continue. "You're saying that Swain might be onto something-"

"He's always been up to something."

"But, capturing a fellow champion," Quinn began, the feeling of pity grew. "Isn't that too harsh?"

Talon felt like he was talking to a six year old. Nonetheless, he shook those feelings behind. "I captured you in Noxus a couple of times; I don't see you complaining about that."

"That was before I joined the League," Quinn explained. "And if he was going to capture me, wouldn't it be against the rules of the League?"

"Rules are meant-"

"To be broken," Quinn quickly finished. "I know. Seriously, have you got anything better to say?"

Talon ignored the last sentence; he grabbed a small square object from his pocket and slapped it behind Quinn's ear.

"Ow," Quinn winced; reaching for the device, Talon quickly stopped her.

"Don't touch it," He ordered. "It's a microchip that records sound and tells me your current location. In case you've gone missing, I'll know where you are, got it from Heimerdinger, and besides I thought it would be polite to test it out for him."

"Sure, let's use me as a test subject." Quinn grumbled under her breath.

Talon looked at her with satisfaction, "And also, when you touch the chip, you can instantly communicate with me."

The Scout slowly brushed her hand against the back of her ear, stopping as she came across the Piltoverian-made gadget. Dropping her hand, she looked at the Assassin. "Thanks."

Talon simply brushed the compliment off. He didn't say anything nor did he make a sound, the quiet steps of the Assassin pounded away in Quinn's mind.

"I'm also sorry for insulting you," Quinn added with the softest tone she could create.

The Assassin looked at her with confusion. "What?"

Quinn waved her hands as if she was getting rid of the apology. "Nothing, I didn't say anything."

The Shadow stared at the girl, then turned away, beginning to walk in a rather hastily pace. Quinn began to think as she followed the Assassin's steps, she looked up at him, tracing his body figure as her body beginning to fluster with embarrassment. No matter how many times she tried to remind herself that they aren't together anymore, she always has this unknown emotion inside her that would often penetrate her ribcage and chest cavity, and as a side effect, a part of her body would sometimes change temperature.

"You've been quiet," Talon whispered, unaware that he interrupted with Quinn's trail of thoughts, "Really quiet..."

Looking up, the Scout stared at the Assassin as her body began to burn, especially her lower part of her body and ears. "I've lately been... thinking it's no big deal." She said, fidgeting with her fingers.

"Have I told you of the spirit of the League of Legends?" Talon questioned, leaving Quinn dumbfounded.

"What?" The Demacian Soldier asked after her moment of being dumbfounded. "You mean Thresh? The annoying, yet slightly attractive, Chain Warden…"

"No," Talon muttered. "Every... Uh, what day is it today?"

"Wednesday."

"Every Wednesday," Talon continued. "A ghost will come out of the blues, lingering this hallway and moaning for companionship; and rumours say that it is attracted to females with brownish-hair."

Quinn stared at her hair, covered by her helmet. "I'm not a brunette, I'll be fine, and stop joking with these horror stories. You know I'm a-"

"Quiet." The Assassin suddenly ordered, placing his slender finger on Quinn's lips. For a second, Quinn had this feeling that she could taste chocolate on Talon's digit.

The Scout blinked, gazing at the Noxian, and quickly shaking her head. "What's-"

The Noxian quickly glared daggers towards Quinn. A haste sensation of fear overwhelmed her.

"What's the next thing on the list?" A (rather annoying) voice boomed across the hallway.

Quinn knew that sound anywhere, the most annoying sound in Runeterra, belonged to the cockiest man she met, Draven.

"Hush, you arrogant buffoon," another voice, smooth as velvet, snapped. "Someone will hear us."

"Vladimir..." Talon whispered to himself, listening closely as he dragged Quinn in the Janitor's Closet.

"Hey-"

The door slammed with a loud thump as Talon shoved Quinn into bottles of detergent. The soap soaked Quinn's clothing as she looked in disgust.

"It's going to take days to get this off..." She complained, standing up.

"It's better than getting caught." Talon explained, leaning his ear against the door.

"Come on, Vlad," Draven's voice pierced through the door. "What's the plan?"

"Don't you listen in those meetings?" Vladimir asked in grim.

"Ha, I'm Draaaaven, I don't need to Lee Sin," Draven joked, leaving Vladimir rolling his eyes. "Get it? Lee Sin... Listen?"

"Humorous," The Crimson Reaper mumbled. "Now Draven, my... um-"

"Saviour," The Cocky man interjected. "Wait no, Emperor."

"Can we continue with this plan?" Vladimir asked, ignoring Draven's rude intrusion.

The Assassin quickly jumped back as he looked at Quinn, half-drenched in detergent. "Take off your clothes."

"What, no!" Quinn whisper-shouted, quickly wrapping herself with her arms.

The Assassin ignored her comment as he pinned her to the floor, trying to get at least her helmet off as Quinn struggled to keep her virginity. After moments of struggling, Talon finally managed to tear her breastplate, cloak, weapon and helmet off.

"Why do Demacians always wear five layers of armour?" Talon mumbled, ripping the final layer of Quinn's clothing.

With all her might, the Scout used her arms as support as she pushed the Assassin away. He fell back on his bottom with a thump as Quinn peeled her body off the floor. She stared at the Noxian with slight disgust before leaving a cherry red mark (and three narrow scratch marks) on his left cheek. The Assassin traced the mark the woman had left him, rolling his eyes as if it was no big deal.

"Get with the act," He hissed quickly. "Or else they will know what's going on."

Quinn raised a brow. "Wh-"

Creeping quickly, Talon smacked his lips against hers. The Scout was furious, no, surprised. Out of all the days he would try to penetrate her, he just had to pick the strangest time to do it. And actually, this is the first time they've actually kissed directly to the lips.

The Scout closed her eyes, wrapping her long arms around Talon's neck as the hatred emotion called rage washed away rapidly from her body, as fast as it takes Tristana to take down a lane with two Phantom Dancers, an Infinity Edge, Berserker's Greaves, full-stacked Bloodthirster and her Rapid Fire ability (Note: I do use this build and it's amazing, and I rarely do play ADC [I'm more of a Support Summoner] but I usually get fed with this build, though I always get focus, no matter, ROCKET JUMP. Anyways, give my build a try or stick to your own build; and, now BACK TO THE FANFICTION-).

Creak.

The door cracked open, Quinn quickly shielding her eyes from the sunlight as she removed her hands from the Assassin's neck.

"My, my," Vladimir chuckled as the sight of their lovemaking. "I apologize for interrupting, but I did sense the blood flowing of another creature."

Draven's head poked in as he begins to laugh. "Talon, I never knew you liked to have sex in a Janitor's Closet than in a bedroom."

Talon broke the kiss and shrugged. "Urges," He explained. "Found a girl and dragged her in the closest room I can find available."

Quinn covered her face quickly, trying to keep the rest of her dignity.

"Ah, Quinn," Vladimir greeted. "How are you, my dear?"

The Scout shrugged, "I'm okay..." She muttered under her breath.

"You're about to have intercourse and you're feeling okay?" Draven asked. "I thought you should feel horny." Laughing to himself once more, "Or is that Talon isn't satisfying you?"

The Noxian Assassin gave a glare toward Draven. "Can we have some privacy- Never mind, let's just go to your room."

Quinn nodded in agreement, incompletely unaware what's going on.

"I'll explain later," Talon whispered, biting on her ear. Making it seems that they're in love, "Alright?"

The Scout repeated her actions as she began to dress.

"Oh no, stay," Vladimir insisted. "Draven and I were about to leave anyways. We apologize for interrupting."

"I didn't regret opening the door..." Draven explained.

"ANYWAYS, good day," Vladimir quickly interjected. "Do have a good day, yes?" He then pulled Draven down the hall.

"Ow!" Talon and Quinn watched Draven getting dragged down the hall.

The Assassin sighed in relief, staring at the Demacian, who quickly covered herself with her breastplate. "Put on your clothes," He mumbled softly. "We're leaving."

Quinn didn't question as she rapidly put on her drenched breastplate, crossbow, cloak and, mantle. She shivered, "I think the soap is getting dry." Commenting as she slipped into the hallway. The Noxian stared at her and sighed, dragging her back in the Janitor's Closet, letting go of her wrist as he began to toy with the equipment.

"Can you stop playing?" The sandy-brown haired woman demanded. "I thought-"

A sudden blast of water interrupted Quinn's complaint, drenching her even more. A second wave came along as she began to gag, closing her eyes, spitting water out of her system and felt a strong draft. The water died down when she fell to the ground, due to the water's impact and pressure.

Talon twisted the nozzle and nodded in satisfaction. "That will do." He added, placing the equipment back.

Taking a deep breath, the Demacian woman coughed, sending sharp dagger at her former lover's way. "What was that for?" She spat, getting the liquid out of her boots.

"Soap is a pain to clean when it's dry," Talon explained. "And I can't stand your whining."

"You should've told me earlier," She muttered to herself. "Now I need to change."

Talon rolled his eyes, "We don't have time for this."

"If I catch a deadly fever, I blame you." The Scout threatened, acting like a spoiled brat.

Sighing, Talon shook his head. "Fine, Hurry."

The Scout removed her mantle; at least not all her hair was drenched in water.

Vayne huffed as she placed her delicate crossbow on the double-sized bed, rolling her eyes after she readjusted her body from the bed to the floor. She let out a small sigh as she removed her red shades, casting a horrid glance at the open window.

"Stupid announcement," She blew her hair away, allowing her vision to grow back. "Now I'm stuck in the League of Legends with a Hemomancer less than fifty feet away-" She paused and thought for a moment. "-At least I don't have to compete in that match tomorrow. I can finally relax..." She let out the slightest laughter sound from her throat and stormed to the bathroom.

Grabbing a few clean towels, a rose-scented candle and a bottle of purple coloured liquid, she decided to take a long and possibly the first time (in a very long time) relaxing, bath. Stripping out of her ebony jumpsuit, she quickly wrapped herself with a towel while pouring the lavender liquid into the boiling water.

Bubbles began to foam, indicating Vayne that she could jump into the bath without worries, the Hunter slowly slid into the bath, the fragile spheres tickling the bottom of her feet.

"This is... decent." Vayne muttered, staring at the ceiling, the water rocking like miniature tsunamis against her silk skin.

A sudden rumble vibrated the bathroom, the surface of the water spilling over the tub. Vayne stared at the wall with confusion. A bottle fell from the medicine cabinet.

She shrugged as she scrub soap on herself. "Must be Summoner Badger and Sejuani ranting on and trying to kill Teemo…" She muttered.

"Teemo, get your ass here," Summoner Badger's voice cringed into Vayne's ears. "Come back here, I still need to rip your small intestine-"

"And large," Sejuani interjected. "Don't forget the brain too!"

"Yes," Badger cried out. "NOW COME BACK HERE AND LET ME FEED YOU TO THE UNCAPTIVATED KOG'MAW!"

(Another Note: Summoner Jay Badger is an OC belonging to HoneyBadgerDC, he has great, and humorous stories. Nice guy… Nice guy- Thanks Badger.)

"Agai-"

Before Shauna can finish her sentence, the wall exposed the outdoors burst open, dust blowing as it covered the scene of the outdoors. Vayne ducked her head underwater hastily in slight shock. Pausing for a moment, she poked her head out of the water, grabbing the nearest clothing-like material, which is a silk bathrobe, next to the bathtub.

As the dust died down, Vayne's wet hair covered her exposed her body as she instantly slipped the robe on her body.

"Haha," a familiar voice cried. "That was amazing! I could never do that if Caitlyn was watching over me!"

Vayne raised a brow, pausing for a moment. "Vi," She started. "Why the fuck would you punch through my wall?"

The Enforcer's body pierced through the thin dust particles. "If you hit a wall, hit it hard!" She announced. She was chuckling afterwards as the dust completely disappeared.

"Were you're aware that I was taking a bubble bath?" Vayne snapped.

The pink-haired woman shrugged. "Couldn't care less," She commented afterwards, kissing her gauntlets with happiness. "These bad boys are amazing, thanks for the tone-up Vlad!"

Vayne jolted back at the name 'Vlad', she looked at the Piltoverian woman with disgust. "The Hemomancer told you to break my wall?" She asked in confusion.

"Not intentionally," a voice soothed Vayne's panic. "But it was true that I helped her with her gauntlets, my dear."

"What do you want, Hemomancer?" The Hunter spat with annoyance. "I'm already tired of you following me wherever I go."

Vladimir jumped into the scene, chuckling. The Piltoverian woman quickly fleeing afterwards as Vladimir began to smile. "Oh Shauna, I do not stalk you, admiration… is a better term."

Rolling her eyes, Vayne crossed her arms over her enlarged bosoms. "Alright," She continued. "What do you want?"

The Crimson Reaper waltzed (well, that's what Vayne thought) across the wet bathroom tiles until he got her side. "You know me so well," Vladimir hissed into her ears. "I always wonder if we could know more of each other a-"

"This is getting sexual," Vayne interjected. "Don't get so close to me."

The man shrugged. "If that is what you wish Shauna-"

"Vayne, my name is Vayne," The armour-less Demacian stared at the Hemomancer with annoyance. "Just because we were in the same team for a ranked game once, it doesn't mean you have the rights to call me what you want."

"But my love," The Hemomancer started. "I helped you with your penta kill that day." He wrapped his arms around Shauna's well-toned stomach as he placed his lips against her sensitive neck, humming a lullaby into it. This really made Vayne uncomfortable, and yet, at the same time, relaxed, perhaps for relaxing than that bubble bath she just had. "And of course, for your penta kill, I had to sacrifice myself to the opposing support. What a shame." He added as he finished with his song.

The Hunter stared at the Hemomancer in confusion. "… I didn't deserve that penta." She finally muttered. "I didn't want it."

What was she saying? It was her first penta in ranked and she said she doesn't want it?

You're retarded. Vayne thought to herself.

Vladimir chuckled once more as he dragged Vayne into the bedroom. "Now get dressed, I need to discuss something with you."

"What is the topic about?" She asked in confusion.

"It's a surprise," Vladimir smiled, Vayne shrugged. "Come on, we're going to take a lovely stroll in the League's Park."

"Why can't we discuss it here?" Questioned the beautiful Demacian woman, "I don't want to leave my roo-"

"Because Vayne," Vladimir interrupted. "I want to, and you should explore more places."

The Hunter sighed as she reached for the jumpsuit, quick as Heimerdinger can solve an equation; Vladimir grabbed the jumpsuit, tearing it with his claws. Vayne looked away from the scene of her clothing being ripped.

"What was that for?" She screamed, staring at her broken jumpsuit.

Vladimir shrugged. "Urges," He began. "And I also want you to wear this-" He reached into Vayne's closet and pulled out a pink floral dress.

"Ho-"

"No time for questions," Vladimir chuckled. "Come Shauna, we must make haste."

Vladimir left the room in silence. Vayne stared at the dress with confusion, she had always hated dresses, and not to mention the colour pink as well. Sighing in annoyance, since Vladimir just ripped apart her last spare jumpsuit, she quickly slipped the dress on (along with some of her personal belongings) and chased after Vladimir.

"You look beautiful my dear," Vladimir greeted, kissing the top of her hand. "And I must say your hair is gorgeous when it's untied."

Vayne can feel her cheeks flustering with a beautiful shade of red. "Uh…"

"Never mind," Vladimir interrupted again. "Now, let's explore the place, shall we?"

"But I don't have my crossbow," The Demacian began. I do have a silver dagger… She thought to herself.

"We're not hunting for anything my dear," Vladimir chuckled. "We're only having a brief talk."

Vayne nodded as Vladimir sat on a bench. The Hemomancer gesturing a movement, telling Shauna to sit next to him, the hunter obeyed silently.

"So my dear, have you heard of the power outage in the League of Legends recently?" Vladimir questioned.

"Who hasn't?" Shauna quickly responded. "But… it's basically impossible to disable the power, only unless with a strong force of power, perhaps, like LeBlanc ca-"

She paused, quickly summing up the problems and connections. Mentally gasping to herself, she backed away from Vladimir.

"That reminds me," She coughed. "I need to leave, I have something to do."

"Are you leaving me so soon?" Vladimir muttered.

Vayne nodded before standing up. "I don't want to stay here any moment longer."

Vladimir laughed. "What do you mean, my dear?" He asked. What an intelligent person you are, my love. "Am I upsetting you?"

"You're the one who disabled the power, didn't you?" She demanded. "Possibly for a stupid Noxian plan, I can't believe I'm sitting here and wasting my time. You'll never away with this-"

Vladimir snickered. "Vayne, Vayne, Vayne…" His sudden personality changed as he began to suck the essences and energy out of her body.

Vayne felt a sudden draft as a pair of hands caught her from her fall. Before her eyes dimmed into paintings of blackness, she heard an alluring voice whispering to her. "I already have."