WARNING: This chapter touches on rape and I guess gore and blood as well, Pls dont read it if youre worried, I can TLDR at the end if you want 3

There will be a line breaking up a flashback so if you want to avoid that part stop at the line and then carry on after the next! Hope thats okay!

Vi rang the doorbell to Caitlyn's front door, she smoothed down her jacket, making sure everything was in place, she rushed the end of the cigarette and threw it over her shoulder, exhaling away from the door so her partner didn't come out instantly irritated with her. Caitlyn took longer than usual, leaving Vi to wonder if she should knock again, then just as she lifted her fist the door flew open. Caitlyn was bent forward, her hands fiddling with something behind her neck. Vi looked at her, her eyebrows knitted together, with confusion or concern, of which she couldn't tell.

"The bloody clasp is stuck." She said, clearly a little flustered. "Please help." She said handing the dainty necklace out to her partner, as she turned her back to her and pulled her hair to one side.

"This is why I don't do girly shit." Vi said, holding the delicate jewelry up to the light. It was simple and pretty, but Vi never cared much for that kind of thing. Maybe on her, she thought as she clumsily undid the clasp and gently placed the pendant over Caitlyn's head. With the chain over the top of her hair, Caitlyn slowly pulled it out of the way, revealing more of her pale skin. She shivered slightly as Vi's cold hands brushed the nape of her neck reconnecting the clasp, Vi was close, close enough to breathe in the warm smell of her perfume.

"There." She said, letting the pendant drop naturally to where it should fall. Caitlyn released her hair again, letting it cascade down her back, she turned back to Vi. Who finally got a proper view of the elegance before her. She wore a plain black dress, it was simple and understated but hugged her figure effortlessly, the dress was strapless, perfectly displaying the impeccable contours of her collarbone. Their eyes caught as they explored one another's presentation, they lingered there for a moment, lost in themselves.

The door blew shut behind Vi, pulling them back to reality. She cleared her throat awkwardly.. "We should probably get going." She said, letting her eyes flicker back to the raven haired Sheriff, who quickly nodded in response.

When they arrived there Vi became unnaturally quiet, Caitlyn smiled to herself, Vi was being quiet because she didn't want to get herself in trouble, she wasn't used to filtering herself. "Vi, you can speak." She whispered. Vi blushed slightly, a little embarrassed at how hard she was trying.

"I know, I was just thinking.." She said.

"Vi, I know when you're lying." She said firmly, looking at her through her eyelashes. "Just be yourself, you don't even have to do the talking. These people seeing you here, with me is enough. We're just letting them familiarise with you. Besides, the real reason we're here is because you were invited, so we will celebrate and have fun." She said, reaching for Vi's hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You're an equal here."

Caitlyn's father glanced over, at the exact time their hands connected, his jaw pulled taught as he approached them, clearing his throat loudly. Caitlyn's smile dissipated quickly, her posture stiffened. "Father." She said, as she leant in to kiss his cheek.

"I didn't know you were bringing anyone, let alone a woman." He said in a hushed voice, just loud enough for Vi to hear. Caitlyn took a sharp intake of breath, her lips had parted ready for her response when her mother approached with a warm smile. "Vi I'm so glad you came!" She reached for Vi and pulled her into her arms for a hug "Ignore that miserable sod." She whispered into Vi's ear.

That made her smile, at least two people were on her side. When they pulled apart she noticed the glare off between Caitlyn and her father.

"Cedric this is Vi, Vi this is Cedric, my wonderful husband." Her tone wavered on the word wonderful. Caitlyn smirked and looked away, trying not to draw attention to herself.

"Nice to meet you sir." Vi said, graciously holding out her hand. Caitlyn watched her, proud that she'd already picked up some good habits. He glared at her hand, the sleeve of her suit jacket lifted slightly, revealing the scars that littered her skin. His hesitation was intentional, but after receiving a sharp jab from his wife's elbow he reluctantly shook Vi's hand. She smiled politely, determined to be the bigger person.

"Come on darling, the Derant's are looking for you." Eliza said, steering her husband away, she turned back to Caitlyn and comically rolled her eyes.

A waiter walked past, Vi smoothly picked two champagne glasses off of the tray as he slowed. She offered one to Caitlyn, who screwed her nose up in response, it was the one drink she couldn't swallow. Vi shrugged, thinking nothing of it, she poured the contents of one glass into the other, placing the empty glass on the side and taking a sip of her now double-the-size champagne.

"You asked to see me ma'am." He stood in the doorway nervously addressing his aunt great grandmother. She was looking at a large list of incomes and outcomes, there was a gritty scrape as the blade that replaced her calve adjusted.

"Tonight is the night. I want you to distract the girl, whilst we take the Beaumonts. You've done well so far, the family seem convinced of your little love affair."

He looked up at the iron woman, with a smug smile "Do I need to kill her?" He asked.

"Doesn't matter to me. If you want to kill her you can, she's useless to us. You're in charge." He inhaled and puffed up his chest, he would do anything and everything to follow in his family's path to succession, so he took his role in the plan and embraced it, plotting every detail.

Darian seemed like a perfect match for Caitlyn, at least her parents thought so, he had charmed them straight away, the concept of uniting their clans a huge temptation. Both the Ferros and the Beaumont clans paved the way of hextechnology in Piltover, and though the Ferros clan secretly saw the Beaumont's as competition, Eliza and Cedric Beaumont naively saw them as an opportunity. They put their trust in Darian, and unknowingly encouraged their seventeen-year-old daughter to take the bait.

"You look beautiful tonight Caitlyn." He smiled gently.

"And you sir don't look too bad yourself." She chuckled, leaning against one of the stone pillars that held the structure of the grand staircase in her stately home.

"Kiss me." He said, beckoning the slender teen towards him.

"My parents will see!" She said peering past him.

"You know your parents love me anyway. They want me to marry you and you know it." He said, cocky confidence overflowing from his stance. She rolled her eyes.

"Not here." She shook her head, her hair flowing with the movement, looking like silk as it gently brushed across her shoulders.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him, leading her in front of them. He wanted her to lead him upstairs.

"Wait-" He said, as he quickly snatched two champagne glasses from a passing waiter.

"Darian! We can't-" The waiter had already made his way into the next room.

"Drink up sweetheart." He said with a lopsided grin, handing her the glass. As she lifted it to her lips, he placed a finger on the bottom of the glass, encouraging her to finish it. Her eyebrows furrowed as she downed the narrow glass, champagne, not a drink designed to be downed in one, she thought.

"Go." Darian said, a touch of annoyance in his voice as he guided her up the stairs.. Caitlyn started walking up the marble steps before him, he looked behind, surveying whether the planted family members of his own had made their move yet.

They got to the top of the stairs and she turned to him and smiled, together they went to her bedroom.

"You know you're not supposed to be up here right? Especially with the door closed."

He grinned. "Thats why it's so exciting Cait. Besides, it was gonna happen at some point, they should know that." He said walking towards her. He took her hips and pushed her back against the wall, pushing his lips into hers. It was a hard kiss, not what she was expecting, but she gave him his due, he was patient, keeping respectable in front of her parents most of the time.

"Hey, we finally have some time to ourselves, this is what we wanted right?" She sighed and smiled. Made her way past him and opened the doors to the balcony. The chiffon curtains flew into the room with the gentle evening breeze.

"I suppose it is nice to spend time together alone." She said, leaning over the balcony to the back garden.

"You know tonight is actually quite special." He said following her out onto the stone patio. He stood behind her and put a hand on her waist, pulling her to face him.

"I was going to wait until your father announced it to everyone else, but I guess we'll be missing that now."

"What is it?" She said, looking worried. He grinned a handsome proud smile.

"Your mother and my father had agreed on a contracted design partnership." He said, another lie, his mother wasn't the decision maker in the family.

"Oh." She said quietly. He frowned.

"You aren't happy?" His grip tightened on her hip.

"Of course I am-"

"It means I can provide for you Caitlyn, we'll be wed within a few years, and we'll have enough money so you don't need to spend all your time in the forest hunting for food."

"That's not why I hunt-" She protested.

"You can just keep pretty and perfect, you can stay inside our beautiful home and look after our perfect children and you'll never work a day in your life. Isn't that everything you'd ever want? I'll treat you like a queen Caitlyn. You deserve that." She smiled an empty smile. He watched her reaction as he spewed the lies he thought she wanted to hear. Isn't that what every girl wanted?

"I love you." He said, leaning in to kiss her again, this time more gently. His fingers intertwined with hers as her pulled her into the kiss. They pulled apart and she smiled again uncomfortably.

"Come on." He said pulling her back into her bedroom. Once they were inside he shut the doors behind him and turned to her. He took her hand and spun her around as they would if they were dancing downstairs. She laughed happily as he pulled her head against his chest. Still not a sound from downstairs he thought. He still had some time to fill.

"Let's make tonight more special." He said, a gentle smile, like he wouldn't let anything in the world hurt her.

"What do you mean?" She whispered.

"Don't look so worried, I said I would always keep you safe didn't I?" He said as he came closer to her and put his lips to her neck, breathing in her sweet warm scent. His hands bravely explored her body, as he kissed up from her collar bone to her jaw and back to her lips. His hand travelled to the back of her dress and slowly tugged the tiny silk bow undone, loosening the garment.

"What are you doing?" She said, pulling away instantly, holding her dress towards her body.

"Come on sweetheart, you know we won't get a chance better than this." He said, his voice deep, almost threatening, but she tried to ignore it.

"I don't know if I-"

"Caitlyn you love me right? You want to be with me for the rest of your life? Because if you don't I understand. But at some point this is going to happen anyway, so why not now, when we actually have time alone?" She paused and bit her lip, looking towards the floor.

"Look. Its fine if you wanna be on your own then we can just-"

"N-no, you're right. I'm only going to be with you. I don't want anyone else." She said. Her voice wavered slightly, but she blamed it on the chill in the room.

"You trust me don't you Caitlyn?" He said, as he slowly pulled her hands away from her dress. He swept up her hair and pulled it over her shoulder, delicately placing it out of the way so his fingers could unlace the back of her dress further. He was behind her as the dress loosened, he let it slide naturally off her with its own weight.

She stood there, her underwear all that was left feeling more naked than she ever thought possible. Loose lace gently clung to her naked skin, he went for the clasp at her back, greedily undoing it and sliding the straps off her shoulders as he took in the sight of her naked breast. She was pale for a Piltoverian, her nipples the same shade of pink as her lips. Goosebumps covered her skin as the cool air enveloped her.

He grazed a thumb over her breast, rough skin brushing her nipple. She murmured a shy moan, not wanting to draw attention to herself.

He still heard it and smiled, bending down in front of her, his darkest desires slowly coming to a reality, in the palm of his hand. She fidgeted uncomfortable at how close he was to her, feeling his breath against her inner thighs. He enjoyed it, knowing how awkward she was, it was a turn on for him, especially now.

He knelt in front of her and kissed along the line of her panties, she breathed deeply and sighed as his kisses left a trail of quickly cooling saliva. His eyes greedily drank the sight of her in front of him, she was immaculate and pure, just not for much longer, he thought grinning to himself.

There was a shrill scream from downstairs, Caitlyn's eyes widened, she lurched grabbed a dress robe from the back of the chair. This was it, he thought.

As her hand just reached the door handle it slammed it shut underneath her, he'd gotten there first, and he wouldn't be letting her leave.

She tried to pull it open anyway, but Darian was bigger than her, and much stronger.

"What are you doing, let me out Darian!" She looked at him, panic in her eyes. He chuckled darkly, his hand snaking around her hip claiming her. She glared at him, thinking he had just misread the situation, but the darkness in his eyes was there. This was no mistake. In a second he had pushed her to the floorboards. She grunted and tried to catch her breathe as she winded herself against the hardwood. Before she had composed herself enough to get up his hips were pressed against hers pinning her down. He pulled a knife out and dragged the cold blade slowly down her spine, she froze, her whole body tense and still, she gulped, fear bubbling into her throat. She wanted to scream, but that blade was a threat.

"You my dear, aren't going anywhere. " He whispered, leaning towards her ear. When the blade reached the bottom of her spine it caught on the lace lingerie, tearing through it easily.

"Please don't." She said quietly.

She heard the belt buckle unclip and the zip as he released himself.

"No.."

"Shut up." He said, firmly pressing the blade against her back. "We're taking your family to work for us, and I want you to hear their screams whilst I use you."

Her breathing shuddered, she felt him line himself up and force it inside her. She bit her lip hard to stop herself from yelping, the iron taste of blood filled her mouth. He thrust into her agressively, the pressure of him bruised her hips as they hit the floorboards. There was another scream outside, she was certain it was her father shouting her name. Her body jolted with fear as she instinctively tried to get up. Darian saw and grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her face to the floor, he pressed the blade sideways into the soft skin of her back, just the tip. She yelped that time, he pressed against the blade harder, she hissed quietly as the blade pierced her skin.

Caitlyn was completely helpless, she gave in, letting herself go limp, numb even, as he sated himself with her body. She stared at wooden grain in the flooring, making shapes and patterns, anything to focus on, a tear rolled to the floor from her eyelash. What would her parents think if they saw her like this?

"Please stop." She whispered quietly. He scoffed and spat down between her thighs, making it easier for him to take what he wanted.

"I knew you were uptight but this is something else." Her jaw clenched in attempts not to scream.

The guilt, and the disgust that ran through her blood had turned to determination, and after what felt like an eternity she felt him turn rigid between her thighs. She knew that was her chance, sure she was in a vulnerable spot right now, but not as vulnerable as him. As his body twitched against her, she dug her nails hard into the wood, pulling her knees underneath herself, she turned quickly and grabbed the blade from his hand and swiped it across his throat. Blood flooded out, covering the both of them.

She dropped the blade, her breathing completely erratic. His body fell forward in front of her feet, his eyes dead and cold. Caitlyn gasped and she panicked, her body threw itself backwards, hitting the wall, her eyes were wide, frozen, her naked chest rising and falling faster than it ever had.

The pool of blood expanded with every pulse of his slowly halting veins, it touched her toes now, warm and thick. She screamed inside her own head for her body to move, but it was a nightmare, and her body wouldn't respond. She stayed there, frozen for a moment, after a minute or so she reached out to her bedsheets, her hands quivering sporadically, she whipped the silk blanket from the top of her bed and threw it over his body so she couldn't see him. It was then that she let herself crumple, letting herself give into an unconscious state of shock as she cried into the pillow.

When her eyes blinked open the next morning, her head was throbbing along with the rest of her aching injuries. She sat up, memories of the night flooded back to her, she looked down at her naked body and grimaced, pulling her knees up to her chest, covering herself, holding herself. She let out a small shaky breath, it contrasted the silence, it was then that she realised she was alone, the birds sang outside her window as they did any other day. The birds didn't know what happened the night before, but neither did she, not really.

As she realised how alone she was, it hit her that she was the only person who could pull her up from this mess. And so, slowly, she stood up, she used the bed to steady herself as she crossed the room to get some clothes. The girl paused, as she caught the silhouette of her own delicate reflection. There she was, in the mirror, a body, dappled with bruises, a map of places that didn't belong to her anymore. Why? She thought. She remembered what he said; they took her parents.

She had to find them.

She took a long deep breathe, closing her eyes tightly, she blindly turned away from the reflection and forced herself to separate her emotions from her body. She had to find out where they were.

Caitlyn let Vi mingle, encouraging her to speak with a few of the nicer council members, letting her be known and respected, as she deserved to be. Caitlyn helped herself to her fathers whiskey whilst Vi chatted to one of the more encouraging statesmen. She took a sip, the strength of the flavour spread over her tongue, the familiar burn that hit the back of her throat was exactly what she craved. She stood there, just watching Vi from afar as she conversed. She was doing exceedingly well, sure the airs and graces were heavily put on, but the guests were lapping it up. Caitlyn continued sipping quietly as she watched them, she saw Vi look over to her. Caitlyn topped her glass up once more before striding over to her partner. Vi bowed to her as she approached. Caitlyn laughed and shook her head.

"Too much?" Vi asked with a cheesy grin.

"Too much." Caitlyn agreed with a smile. Vi looked around, properly acclimatising herself to the Beaumont's beautiful home, the ceilings were high and inlayed with a similar gold patterning to most historical Piltoverian infrastructure. There was a huge chandelier hanging over the center of the room, the floor was cleared for the party, there were a few couples dancing across the marble floor, laughter bubbling between them.

"Come on." Vi said, holding her hand out. Caitlyn stared down at Vi's hand, a look of confusion in her eyes. Vi watched as Caitlyn's eyes flickered between the dancefloor and Vi's hand.

"You don't know how to-"

"Course I do, ma'am." She said, she took a step forward and wiggled her fingers, trying to encourage the sheriff to take her hand. Caitlyn quickly finished the last of her drink and placed the glass on a nearby table, she took Vi's hand and let her lead her to the middle of the floor.

"Vi I don't know how to lead." She hissed.

"I do." Vi said, sliding her hand swiftly to Caitlyn's waist. Caitlyn's lips parted in a silent surprise, Vi had a good hold with the perfect posture, and that was the last thing she expected.

"How did you learn how to do this?" Caitlyn laughed as Vi gently lead her.

"Let's just say that I had to pay off Laszlo a lot to let me practice with him." She said with a wink. The two women blended in with every other person there, Caitlyn expected to feel the eyes of the room burning into them, but the only person that looked on at them with any negativity was Cedric. He lifted his head stiffly and sighed, he wouldn't settle for her, Caitlyn needed a well respected husband, not a Zaunite street rat. Eliza on the other hand, took a glance from the opposite side of the room, a loving smile on her face.

Vi lifted up Caitlyns hand, leading her to swirl under it, as the world spun around her, she twirled herself back into a dark memory, spinning with someone else, him. When Vi pulled Caitlyn back into her chest, her eyes were full of fear, but fixated on the floor. Vi stopped and lifted Caitlyn's chin with one finger guiding Cailtyn to look at her. "Cait what's wrong?" She asked, concern lining her voice.

"Nothing, sorry." Caitlyn said, finding her footing again, she shook off the dark memory and carried on dancing with her partner. When the song ended to a halt she pulled Vi back from the dancefloor and grabbed another glass of drink.

"Whoah cupcake slow down." She said watching the sheriff take a long sip.

Caitlyn spluttered slightly on the mouthful of whiskey "Cupcake?" She said, her voice a little too loud, a view people turned their heads. "You need to drop that shit." Vi smirked a little surprised at the swearing. She lived to wind Caitlyn up, but Caitlyn wasn't usually one for casual foul language.

"You know, you are a really good enforcer Vi." Caitlyn said, sauntering slightly on the spot, the high heels were getting difficult to manage.

"Thank you." Vi said, looking at Caitlyn curiously.

"And you look amaazing in a suit." She said, her words slurring a little. Vi raised her eyebrows, Caitlyn had definitely had one too many drinks. Just as Vi took hold of Caitlyn's arm, ready to support her, Eliza approached.

"How are my beautiful girls?" Eliza's eyes connected with Vi's as she grimaced slightly. She read the enforcers look and studied her daughters flushed cheeks.

"Oh Caitlyn." She said, there was a level of pity in her eyes that Vi didn't quite understand.

"It might be best if she stays here tonight, it will be easier than carrying her home." She whispered.

"I'm not staying here." Caitlyn protested, she sounded like a child for a second.

"It'll be easier Cait, you won't have to walk home, besides its cold and dark outside." She said, stroking Caitlyn's arm, her skin was warm with the alcohol flowing through her veins.

"Vi darling you can take her up to bed and get her some water, it's the second door to the right of the stairs landing." Vi nodded. She made sure she had enough support against her partner to get her safely up the marble staircase.

"Come on then cupcake.." She said, as they climbed the stairs.

"Yes.." Vi replied as they reached the landing.

"I wanted you to kiss me again." Caitlyn said looking up to her her eyes big and hopeful. Vi sighed, unsure how to take the drunk confession, did she meant that? She wondered. She glanced back down the stairs and saw Caitlyn's father glaring towards them, Eliza had explained to him, he dissaproved, of course.

"You've had a lot to drink angel." She said. Caitlyn sighed heavily. "Look if you still wanna kiss me tomorrow, we can talk about it in the morning?" She said, steering her to the door. She opened it, and pulled Caitlyn through.

Caitlyn seperated herself from Vi's support and turned to close the door behind her. After Caitlyn had traced down her parents and single-handedly rescued them she decided that she would find her own place. She didn't tell them what happened to her that night, only that she had killed an intruder, so she claimed that she didn't want to return to their family home. Her mother took that as a sense of independency that came from their trauma, and although she worried about Caitlyn, she was proud and trusting.

Caitlyn hadn't slept in this room for years, there was a reason she didn't want too stay the night here. As she closed the door behind her, her mind jumped back and in her head it slammed in front of her without her even touching it. The shock of her own imagination made her fall to the floor, she couldn't help but let her eyes drift to the floorboards next to her, and she saw him, the pool of blood and the cold dead eyes of Darian Ferros. Vi watched, as Caitlyn's breathing descended into pure panic.

"Caitlyn what's wrong?" She asked, picking up her hands and gripping them. "I'm here okay."

"Something happened, I should have told you.." She said, sadness in her eyes.

"What, when?"

"It was years and years ago, I was 17." She told her shaking her head.

"It started with my parents throwing a party, much like this one." She whispered. Vi sat herself down, on the floor in front of Caitlyn, she kept her hands tight in her own, and calmly stroked circles into her palms.

"My family clan, they were in huge competition with the Ferros'. They had planned to kidnap my parents, they lured them in, making them think they were going to unify with them and they used me to succeed." She said, the shock and fear of the flashback had sobered her slightly, and though she could still feel the warmth of the alchohol in her throat, she was speaking clearly now.

"How?" Vi asked cautiously, worried about her partner.

"There was a guy, called -" She paused, trying to get her voice to choke up his name. Vi squeezed her hand encouragingly. "Darian." She said, her jaw clenched tightly.

"To my parents he seemed perfect for me, they encouraged us to court and I .. gladly accepted that. But Darian was their game piece, their way into our family, and he played his role perfectly." She leant her back against the bedframe behind her, her body loosening from the initial panic as she explained what happened that night.

"My parents threw a party, to announce the unity between the clans. They knew there would be a celebration when they fed my parents the lie that they would collaberate their skills together. So it was the perfect opportunity for them to strike: their family, my family, all in one room." She took one of her hands up to her mouth and chewed her nail, an uncommon habit from the sheriff. Vi nodded, listening, she gently pulled Caitlyn's hand away from her mouth and took hold of it again.

"I think he was told to get me out of the way of things.. he took me upstairs. I was naively lapping up every word he said, at least until-" She paused.

"I heard them scream, downstairs. I knew something bad was happening, I tried to run but he got to the door first and then -" Her eyes squeezed shut as a single tear slipped away.

"It's okay." Vi said, hoping to hold her together.

"He raped me. He had a knife so I couldn't scream... and I think he'd planned to kill me after. " Vi blinked slowly, she hoped to god Caitlyn wouldn't say what she did.

"What happened?" Vi said quietly.

"When he finished, I felt his body quiver so I knew that was my chance. I managed to slip out from under him and got the blade, I didn't have time to think so I - I just ...slit his throat." She said stuttering nervously. She extended her leg out to the rug that covered the left side of her bedroom floor, she flipped the corner over with her foot, revealing a dark stain that was deep set into the wood. Vi stared at it, she couldn't imagine going through something like that, and internalising it the way Caitlyn did. Vi suddenly understood why the Sheriff was so good at seperating her own emotions from her work.

"Cait, have you ever told anyone?"

"No." She said. A thick sadness filled her throat, like a scream that needed to be released. Usually she would swallow that feeling, and carry on with her day but she looked up at Vi, she was there, her strength.

That was it, the moment she let herself feel every emotion that she needed too, because she knew Vi was there to catch her as she fell. The enforcer did catch her, she easily scooped her partner up into her arms and sat on the bed with her, holding her, rocking her gently as the woman cried into her chest.

Vi stayed at the Beaumont's house that night, Caitlyn fell asleep in her arms, and the thought of leaving her alone in that room was worse than any wrath Caitlyn's father would bestow upon them. So when Caitlyn woke up that morning with a gasp of realisation as to where she was, the feeling of Vi's strong arms surrounding her, calmed her in an instant.

Sorry for the v long and kinda heavy chapter, so TLDR; Caitlyn was a lil bit attacked as a distraction for her parents kidnapping and shes rly good at hiding her emotions

ALSO - if anyone feels like they need to talk or anything pls reach out xxxx