Another one-shot from my Hunters and Scouts au. This one takes place after one-shot number 23.
Tags: Quinn, Vayne, Yuri, Drama.
Shauna Vayne's room much like the actual champion's usual attire was gloomy and dark, tidy and efficient, with ancient grimoires littering the old mahogany desk and its windows obscured by the fabrics of thick black curtains. The infamous Night Hunter didn't need the harmful touch of the sunlight in order for her scarlet gaze to pierce the shadows' veil after all, unless those petty Summoners had accidentally transferred her vampiric nature to her beloved Quinn that is. Like right now.
The Night Hunter sighs as she lets her presently calm brown eyes wander across the familiar dark room, the cloaked figure pressed against her chest still purring contently as it dreamed of sweet sanguine blood and the touch of gentle pale hands made of the purest alabaster. Shauna smiles at that particular thought, the rare smile forming on the former vampire's ruby lips dipping to plant a quick kiss against the hooded head of her unconscious Demacian ranger. The purring sound becomes even louder.
This whole situation still felt bizarre and unreal to the completely inexperienced in matters of love Night Hunter. Her time spent with her little birdy was so loving, so sweet and so.. so fulfilling that the once cursed vampiric huntress couldn't help but wonder if the kind brunette that was currently purring against the crook of her neck was actually even real.
Maybe she was and maybe she wasn't, and perhaps Shauna's poor broken heart might have just been crushed one too many times in the past and so the fallen noblewoman was now simply insane and delusional. Maybe Shauna would suddenly wake up one day to realize that Quinn was nothing more than a deceiving fiction of her own cruel imagination.
Vayne's brown eyes blink when her brunette lover suddenly starts nibbling at her neck in her sleep, the young fledgling vampire's previously content purring now turning into a pitiful whimpering of sorts as if the slumbering Demacian ranger had somehow been able to read the tormented huntress' thoughts and so she was now trying to comfort her mate even while being unconscious.
The faint smile instantly returns on Shauna's tense lips. The Night Hunter could always trust her softhearted birdy with pushing away her fears and insecurities and dispelling her feelings of sadness.
"Shauna…" Mumbles the sleepy vampire that's nestled inside her arms in a shaky and needy tone that makes even someone as guarded and stern as the Night Hunter blush and hold the cloaked brunette ranger that's slumbering on her chest just a little bit closer.
"Mmm tasty.." Breathes out the brunette vampire and Shauna Vayne merely grumbles with a disappointed and exaggerated, stoic expression when Quinn abruptly buries her pearly pointy fangs in her peeved mate's throat. But the content fledgling's happy purring sounds keep pulsing against Vayne's chest and so admittedly somewhat grudgingly the peeved black-haired woman stays still and lets Quinn enjoy her new favorite breakfast as the sleepy vampire subconsciously wraps her limbs around her lover like a giant love-struck koala.
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Quinn lowly hums in excitement, with her taste buds practically flooding with her lover's delicious crimson nectar and her foggy mind failing to comprehend what's exactly happening around her. The female brunette vampire sleepily breathes in her mate's scent as she opens a single glimmering red eye to inspect her nearby surroundings.
Quinn freezes, both of her eyes now widening in surprise the moment the Demacian scout abruptly realizes that she is not only feasting on her human lover, but she is also coiled around Shauna like a snake and restraining the black-haired huntress with her superior vampiric strength. The ranger's eyes are wide like saucers at this point as the Demacian scout quickly pulls away from the visibly confused Night Hunter and simultaneously releases her captive with a startled gasp and a hitched intake of air. Her crimson gaze unconsciously drawn towards the two twin bloody marks marring the torn skin of poor Vayne, her eyes locked on her lover's still bleeding throat. The young vampire starts hyperventilating.
"Quinn?"
The vampiric scout almost jumps in fright when she unexpectedly hears Shauna's uncertain voice, her sanguine stare suddenly meeting the hunter's worried brown orbs before carefully examining the human woman's extremely pale complexion.
The fledgling vampire nervously runs her tongue against her lips and shivers in shock when she abruptly tastes Vayne's blood, her whole frame screaming in joy as if she had just sampled sweet divine ambrosia. The Demacian ranger's eyes instantly move back to the twin scarlet marks that are still leaking maroon droplets across her lover's shoulder, almost as if the liquid itself is silently begging her to save it and cherish it like an edible ancient treasure.
*Thump *Thump
*Thump *Thump
Quinn can almost hear the tasty droplets pleading!
The vampiric scout whimpers before she suddenly dashes away from the alarmed Night Hunter's arms and outside of their shared chambers. She blatantly ignores Shauna's voice.
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It doesn't take long for Vayne to track down her escaped quarry. Hunting down vampires and locating creatures of darkness was the Night Hunter's job after all and then again there weren't too many places in the Institute that offered the desired solitude or the protective shade that Quinn needed in her current jittery and cursed condition. Lux's subtle nod towards an abandoned staircase leading to the underground wings had also proven to be quite helpful.
The brooding huntress descending the staircase confirms her prey's presence before she even spots her, Quinn's muffled sniffles ringing like thunders in the fallen noblewoman's ears and registering like repetitive stabs against her aching ribcage.
Vayne carefully approaches Quinn's shaky form and then sits down next to her on the last few steps of the staircase before she all of a sudden wraps her hands around the brunette's quivering frame.
"It's alright. You didn't drink too much of my blood and you definitely didn't hurt me either. I am completely unharmed, see?"
Quinn just nods, but she doesn't reciprocate the huntress' hug and her pale tearstained face is still hidden in the shadows of the hood of her cloak.
Vayne grimaces when she spots a few white whiffs of smoky ribbons trailing off the vampire's hunched form. Quinn had probably been exposed to direct sunlight while frantically running away from her in the upper corridors, but Shauna decides not to comment on it, hoping to somehow salvage both her mate's bad mood and the current strained situation.
"I bit you." Whispers the young fledgling vampire in a low and quivering tone of voice. "I wasn't even conscious at the time, but I manhandled you and then I went straight for your throat in my sleep. I could have actually killed you if I had accidentally punctured your jugular by mistake! I-I would have woken up next to your c-cold and unresponsive body!"
Vayne winces as the scout's frame is suddenly being racked by a new wave of sobs, Quinn's fingers blindly grasping the fabric of Shauna's clothes as the young horrified vampire unceremoniously starts crying against her lover's clenching heartbeat. A heartbeat that Quinn had almost silenced forever not even an hour ago. A heartbeat that was unknowingly still pulsing just for the brunette scout.
The fledgling vampire swallows weakly, the taste of Vayne's blood mixing with that of her guilt inside her painfully dry mouth.
"Y-you need to restrain me! Stop giving me blood and bind me with silver chains! Lock me up in some dark dusty room for all I care! I.. I am clearly out of control right now and I-I.. I DON'T want to lose you!"
Brown eyes abruptly narrow as Vayne angrily stares at the fidgeting black hood shifting just underneath her chin, her hold on the brunette Demacian woman abruptly becoming stiff and a tad bit aggressive before the Night Hunter forces her arms to embrace Quinn more affectionately. More naturally and as she should. Shauna's sighs, her concerned gaze quietly wandering across the dim lighted halls and the seemingly abandoned underground passage.
"I'm not going to use silver on you, Quinn. Do you remember what happened yesterday?"
Quinn doesn't answer immediately, but she nods. The memory of Shauna pleasing her while she had been in such an unstable, emotionally charged state of mind still somehow managing to dust her pale tearstained cheeks with a healthy dose of rouge even with the sharp pain in her chest still present.
"You made love to me.."
"That's right, and you bit me at that time too and I am still completely fine. Biting is an intimate show of affection for most vampires. It is much more than a simple desire. It is an instinct, a need, an inexplicable urge to mark your lover with your fangs and drink some of their life to let it become part of your essence. Twisted and disturbing as it may look, we sink our teeth into our respective mates to let the light of their souls cleanse our own tainted gloom and allow their warmth to cure our hollow pitch darkness."
Vayne lets her little birdy digest all this new information for a minute or two and then brown orbs leisurely slide back towards the black shaking hood of Quinn's cloak.
"Would you chain me up like a dog if you were in my shoes right now? Would you shove me inside a silver coffin like the one that I've spent most of my childhood in and leave me in there to suffer for the duration of the night?"
That last one seems to have the desired effect and Quinn is instantly glued on her cursed noblewoman's chest as if her very life is depending on it, the black hood of her cloak violently darting from right to left as the fledgling vampire is furiously shaking her head wildly all the while screaming, "Never!" And "No!"
A determined hand slowly reaches out and removes the scout's hood revealing Quinn's tearstained and blushing face in all of its pale wet glory. Shauna's gaze minutely pauses at the small pointy fangs peeking out from the fledgling's quivering lips and the glistering crimson wells that are her mate's lovely eyes, and the Night Hunter will probably never understand how Quinn can look so vulnerable and cute while under the effects of a curse that makes herself look monstrous and coldblooded.
"Then please don't ask me to harm the woman I love, my heart. Especially since her inner vampire is such a loving and affectionate one compared to the savage mindless beast that is my own."
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Wet crimson eyes are staring fixedly at serene brown gems and the conflicted scout would have probably disagreed with the Night Hunter's sugarcoated descriptions and wishful way of thinking if it wasn't for the certainly in Vayne's tone and the honesty portrayed on the expression of the solitary female.
"Your inner vampire woke me up today with a bite in the neck first thing in the morning."
The former creature of darkness finally utters offhandedly and Quinn flinches at Vayne's sudden reminder of her deeds. But the upset scout can't move and she can't run and the young Demacian ranger somehow already knows that she won't be able to avert her gaze from her glaring beautiful mate for any possible reason. How is it exactly that Shauna is doing this to her when the huntress is currently supposed to be the weaker one of the two? How can the mirthful smiling lips of the usually brooding Night Hunter have captured the fledgling's attention more effectively than any cruel silver manacles and chains could have ever accomplished?
"That's not an attack against my life, Quinn. That's the equivalent of a vampire's confession of love."
The brunette scout blinks and then her scarlet eyes widen in realization, even more so when she suddenly registers the low repetitive hum, a low soothing sound emanating from her very own body. Shauna grins when she notices her mate's embarrassed reaction.
"That's another proof right there that you inner vampire means me no harm. You have been constantly purring since the moment that I sat next to you and embraced you."
The fledgling vampire's face flushes a bright red as Vayne proceeds to gently press her smiling lips against her lover's. And Quinn's pupils instantly dilate when those same smiling ruby lips affectionately brush against her pearly extended canines resulting in something dark, white-hot and carnal to suddenly flood through the scout's entire body.
"Well, it's your call to make. You can sleep alone tonight if you think that you can't control yourself."
A still smirking Shauna attempts to get up and leave only for a pair of pale arms to suddenly wrap around her shoulder blades and force the mischievous huntress to reconsider it as Quinn abruptly kisses her mate while glaring at her through needy and narrowed red eyes. The couple's mouths briefly part once more as the fledgling vampire shoots the Night Hunter the most accusing and furious look that Quinn can manage to assume with so much crimson and heat running just beneath her brightly flushing face.
"You just put me in heat on purpose to sway me! You're just plain evil, Vayne!"
The Night Hunter merely scoffs as she stares at her annoyed quarry, a tender knuckle moving underneath Quinn's pale chin in order to force the fledgling vampire to maintain their eye contact.
"And you confessed to me and then run away before I could kiss you. It is only fair that you will have to receive some kind of punishment."
Faint red hues lazily mix inside Vayne's brown orbs as the fearless huntress approaches her lips to Quinn's only to stop mere inches away from her invaluable prize.
"Don't worry my little birdy, I promise that I will take a good care of you." The black-haired huntress huskily whispers against the lips of her prey and her quarry's heartbeat suddenly skyrockets.
Quinn is sturdier! She is faster! She is stronger! The fledgling vampire knows that she is the superior predator in the abandoned hallway and that the huntress is now a mere frail human, but then again Vayne's knowing smirk begs to differ.
In the end it doesn't really matter since the brunette's limbs seem to unwittingly coil around her mate's form before Quinn even knows it and the Night Hunter places a chaste kiss against her birdy's throat. A soft whimper escapes from the young aroused vampire's lips as the victorious Night Hunter starts proudly carrying her precious trophy back to her shady lair.
Author's notes: The biting confession concept was one of the ideas that I can't quite remember if I have actually used in Hunters since that story was mainly centered around Vayne's POV and Vayne was frequently acting on instinct so she wouldn't have to explain why she liked nibbling at Quinn to herself. There was also an old idea that vampires might actually be able to taste the feelings of the ones that they are feasting upon and so they prefer drinking the blood of their mates since they can feel their affection. They get high on blood and they get addicted to tasting their mate's positive feelings, something that they can't get by simply stalking and attacking strangers in the night. That might also be the reason that vampire Vayne and Quinn enjoy love bites so much. I can't remember if I used this idea in Hunters and Scouts either, but it has always been swirling inside my head since forever among other jumbled concepts.
There was the idea of Shauna gaining Nocturne's fear powers after a particular incident for example, bat wings as a vampiric evolutionary step, how about explaining Vayne's invisibility during her ultimate to her moving so fast that the eye can't see her for a few short moments? Too overpowered so I didn't use it.
There was also an idea about void portals opening around Valoran and Runeterra's combined armies almost facing extinction when Vayne travels all the way to the Shadow Isles. Defeats Mordekaiser on a duel, claims his crown and then turns up just in time to save the world by recklessly leading the Shadow Isles' undead armies against the void invaders to avoid the death of Quinn as the Void's attempts to raze the Demacian army.
Everything seems lost for a moment, but then a lone figure suddenly appears on the distant hills and darts for the Void monstrosities. It is Shauna Vayne! That's fearlessly riding on Hecarim's saddle into battle with an eerie black spectral crown glimmering on her head and cold fury in her eyes. And as the solemn vampire rapidly approaches the Voidlings a sea of green flame and ghosts appears behind her on the hills and follows Vayne into battle. The tide of green death collides with the purple abyssal torrent and the stunned soldiers of the Demacian army can barely believe their own eyes. Lux desperately tries to keep Quinn away from the fight as Vayne is abruptly dragged under the deadly crushing waves. Good times.