(Mysterious Woman)
"Awww don't cry Brucey-poo. Your sugar bear is on her way," she said to no one in particular as she sat on her pitch black queen sized bed peering into a mirror in her hand, it producing the biggest source if light excluding the low-lit candles. The mirror itself had been projecting a recording of Bruce since he had arrived at his room...for about the sixth time in the past hour.
In a terribly low lit room is where the woman resided. Upon a black dresser sat a pristine white and black mirror. Like all the other rooms in the facility it was windowless.
The woman squirmed as she was silently debated with herself if she should visit him or not.
'He looks like he could use the sleep' she thought sadly.
'Or maybe he needs someone to sleep with,' she coed to herself.
The woman could not decided on what to do as his current situation played out in her mind. He just lost his girlfriend, not to mention he had to deal with his girlfriend murdering pretty much the entire population of girls Gallington. Last but not least he was being held prisoner by a beautiful and simply dazzling woman.
'Nonsense'
She would simply have to coach him out of his depression...and into her awaiting arms. She laughed at the thought as she fixed up herself; straighten out her noticeably short dress and flipping her hair. After satisfied by her appearance she made her way out of her room into the hallway.
The woman made sure to lock the door behind her before making her way down the pure white hallway. As her high heels clicked along the white marble floor she couldn't help but feel bored with the whole design of the facility. If she could have it her way she would have it red and black with a hint of purple. But of course, he wouldn't allow her too. Even though he rarely checked up on the facility he still deemed it necessary to hand out orders to them, to her, while he's busy in the league getting his beak wet.
She couldn't help giggling at her own joke outwardly. She sighed after awhile as she had missed having the man's regularly presence at the black rose. She had been the sole reason-in her opinion-that the place was still afloat. He had tried to convince her to join him but she couldn't leave her home in Noxus's finest of imbeciles while she prances around in that child's idea of a place. But despite all these ill feelings towards the idea to leave, something lingered still, that she herself didn't understand.
She wanted to venture to this 'league of legends' herself. It was a feeling, no, a desire within her that couldn't be quelled by mere stories from Swain occasionally.
The woman shook her head in an attempt to clear the outlandish thoughts. No matter how much she wanted to leave this place she couldn't...it was like a second home to her before the one she held within Noxus, if that could be considered a home away.
She stopped and traced her hand across the pristine wall, shivering slightly as her senses were met with the feeling of cold.
'This place is my home' she thought solemnly, 'and my prison'.
Xxx
The woman sighed as she finally managed to get to Bruce's room-after being stopped in the hallway multiple times to review over documents, plans and girl talk with one of her special maids.
Exhaling slowly to elevate her excitement, she searched around shortly in her pocket to produce a pretty ordinary looking black key. But it was indeed anything but ordinary. This key was made just for her by one of her Zaun friends. Being able to fit into a lock due to its size, it quickly shifts and molds itself into the shape of the lock, ultimately allowing the wielder to open any lock.
After hearing the sweet 'click' she nudged the door open slowly, trying not to wake the man. After successfully stepping in without a peep she carefully closed the door, nudging it perfectly for it not to make a sound. All this was quite easy for as she was used to being stealthy on demand, it was like second nature to her.
On the king size bed laid her man. He had opted to avoid using the blankets, instead passing out on the bed-not that she minded.
She summoned a bit of her magic and in a cloud of purple and yellow she appeared next to Bruce, sitting on his bed. She raised her hand and delicately placed it on his cheek. She marveled at the warmth that spread through her hand.
'He looks just like him' she thought sweetly. She watched as his chest rose with every soft breath he took. She came to the conclusion that he must have either been having sweet dreams or none at all as his facial expression was peaceful and serene.
Her fingers traveled down her from his face to his chest, scratching lightly to cause him to shiver at her touch. She let a smile play on her lips at the effect she had on him.
'What his girlfriend had on him' she corrected herself mentally. For the second time today she frowned, stopping the exploration of the man's well-toned abs.
she would have to get rid of the woman from her man's thought. She knew it would be no easy task, based upon the way he had acted when he awoke. He obviously cared about her somewhat. She mentally agreed that she would comfort and console him first.
'I will-
She stopped mid thought as she felt him stir beneath her. Her hand replaced its spot on his face as she watched him open his beautiful sapphire eyes slowly.
She withdrew her hand as he bolted up, she didn't say a word as he looked at her with a crazed and fearful expression, instead opting to remain silent and let him calm himself.
"W-hhh-y-y-y are you here."
The man was clearly frightened if not also nervous by her appearance. He backed up on the bed away from the woman, his eyes locked onto hers.
"Whatttt I can't sit with you," she pouted, feigning shock and a look of hurt on her face.
"No I want you to leave me alone," Bruce whispered quietly, his back to her.
The woman sighed in irritation before calling upon some of her magic, teleporting with her back lined up to his.
"Is that what you really want?" Her tone was soft but held a suggestive air to it.
"Yes," he replied before quickly shuffling away from the woman in aggravation.
The woman wasn't upset by his answer as it was to be expected. She folded her hands in her lap elegantly, looking at Bruce with silent wonderment and something else. It was longing. She took a deep breath before she spoke.
"How about we start over then? My name is..." She paused, her face shifting into one of thought. She had been called many things, by many different people. But what had he called her. He called her... her true name. She could not allow Bruce know to know her real name, as she knew true names held worth, power.
"Evaine," she breathed her voice smooth as silk.
"Listen Evaine," the man began hesitantly, obviously in discomfort.
"What do you really want from me?"
The woman in question took a moment to really evaluate what she really wanted...besides the obvious. She couldn't fit an answer to the question herself. She summed it down to the pure fact that he had reminded her of him. The feeling of indescribable desire ran through her whenever she was around him. He was a drug to her, filling her head with silly ideas and dreams meant for a fresh woman.
But she had fallen for them.
But beneath all the joyful nostalgic feeling she felt from the man, there was a tinge of something else, a feeling of what could have been in a sense. She reminded him of the chance she could have had all those years ago. But there was still a chance, and it was sitting in front of him.
'No' she thought quietly. She couldn't abandon the black rose, it was what she was trained for, and it was what she was made for-in a manner of speaking. But the thought regrettably still lingered. She brushed aside the thoughts, instead focusing on the eyes of the promise that was made to her.
"I want you," she says after awhile, her voice soft and firm. Her eyes stared in the young man's eye before her with honesty. Among other things she actually truly did desire him. He was everything she had expected him to be when he had made his promise. He would become the ultimate tool in her revenge...among other things if she played her cards right.
The man fell silent in response to the woman's answer for a moment before shaking his head slowly.
"I don't want to be here. I just wanted to save Syndra," he cried in frustration.
The woman hid a frown beneath her seemingly pleasant expression. She would certainly have to work hard if she were going to woo him to her. An idea quickly formed in the woman's head and she in return mentally patted herself on the back.
"Bruce there's something I have to tell you," she began, her tone dark and solemn. "One of my men, Fenra if you remember, recently told me that he found a dead woman near you dead."
She watched rather impassively as his eyes went wide with shock. It would be expected that the boy would overreact.
"You're lying," he accused immediately, but his tone was wavering. "You probably don't know what she looks like!"
Evaine immediately noticed the wave of doubt in his voice, it ringing clear as day through her senses. It was quite easy to tell as she was the master of deception after all.
"That is where you are wrong," she replies smoothly without missing a beat. "Beautiful long silver hair, gorgeous violet eyes-"
"Stop...please," the man begged pitifully.
Evaine smiled inside though she keep an impassive face all the while as she spoke to the man, her voice seemingly uncaring on the subject.
"I have no reason to lie Bruce. I am merely telling you this because I would feel like it would be wrong of me not to. Regardless if the woman was dead or alive you will submit to me."
She watched with keen interest as he balled his hands into fist. It was quite obvious he was angry, not that she was worried. She raised an eyebrow as his form slackened, his fist becoming unballed and his shoulders slumping in what she thought was defeat. Her assumption was correct when he spoke, his voice portraying just that.
"I'll do what you want." The young man looked up at the woman with a sad expression."Just please tell me the truth. Is she really dead?"
"Yes. Fenra checked her student ID before securing you along with 2 other of my subordinates." She watched as he seemingly broke down, shoving his face into his hands repeating 'no'. She slowly and gently made her way across the bed. Taking a small chance she eloped him in a warm hug, subtly shoving him into her chest.
"I don't know what to do anymore. She was everything to me," the man whispered.
"She must have been a wonderful girl to have had such a caring boyfriend," Evaine replied, forcing her tone to portray one of caring. If she were to have revealed her true tone, it would have been one of annoyance at the constant mention of his girlfriend.
"You know she wanted me to travel the world with her," he said with said humor.
"Any places specific?" Evaine pried, her tone taking one of curiosity- also faked.
"Just wherever the wind takes us," he said in an absent-minded tone, obviously trying to mimic the way she had said it.
"You should know by now that the world isn't so kind to people without a purpose," she said between gentle traces of her hand running along his back in a comforting way.
"Yeah, I mean look where I ended up," with dark humor.
The woman raised an eyebrow at the comment.
"Your stay here depends entirely on you," she said slowly and sweetly. "It can be very pleasant...or it can be unpleasant," she ended in a dark tone, the subtle threat lingering off the woman's words.
She mentally sighed when he backed away from her rather abruptly. She watched in silent amusement as he rubbed his arm in an embarrassing and nervous fashion.
"Why do you act so nice to a person you just met? Based upon my perspective and understanding I was being held prisoner."
She let out a small laugh before smiling an alluring smile. She made herself more comfortable on the bed, stretching out a bit and plopping herself up by her left hand while the other rested on her slim waist. She took note of the way the man shifted, obviously in even more discomfort just by her merely shifting her position. It was to be he expected that he would be nervous around her; after all she was a very desirable woman after all. She let silence hang in the air before she spoke in a suggestive voice.
"I don't particularly like you...but I don't dislike you either. Let's just say you remind me of someone I was rather fond of."
She paused when she noticed two things. One was the quivering in the young man's body and the second was his eyes being slightly dilated.
"Is something-"
But that was all she said before the young man busted forward with unnatural speed.
Evaine quickly summoned her magic and teleported to the middle of the room. She stared in shock and slight fear at the young man whose face was planted in the spot she were not seconds ago.
Her eyes narrowed as he rose slowly and gazed at her. What she saw was not the same eyes of a man in fear, a man who had lost close to everything. What she was currently looking into... were the eyes of a dragon. In place of his dazzling green eyes were black slits centered in the middle of a sickly green.
She had only stared into the eyes of a dragon on one other occasion, where they had captured and kept it on the verge of death for research. Her instincts were no different when she had her one on one session with the barely alive dragon they had captured before it died. They were telling her you're going to die. The silent warning of her instincts were being backed up by the wicked beating of her heart and the beads of sweat rolling down the sides of her face.
She prepared magic in her hands as the man leapt off the bed and a good distance away from her. His eyes never left hers as he walked slowly towards her.
She instinctively took a step back in fear. It would take her a good moment not only to open the door but lock it as well behind her, and judging by his speed she knew she wouldn't even make it out the door. She quickly came to a decision.
"Bruce stop this right now," she said in the sternest tone she could muster at the moment.
The man simply let out an inhumanly low growl before darting towards her with even more speed than before.
She threw the conjured mass of purple magic towards him in an attempt to knock him out or at least stun him. She was baffled to say the least when he simply swatted it away with his hand before darting the other towards her neck. Like before she summoned the same magic as before and teleported near the bathroom. Her heart skipped a beat when she felt one hand wrap around the back of her neck and the other around her...waist.
She shivered involuntarily as he leaned in, his warm breath skittering across her skin. She went wide eyed as he pressed his lips against hers hungrily, kissing her rather roughly. A light blush adored her face as her fear was instantly replaced by embarrassment and shock. She wouldn't admit it but she was also...a little turned on by his forwardness. It would be a nothing less than a lie to say that she wasn't enjoying it. Her eyes slanted as she started to enjoy herself slightly.
The woman was knocked out of her bliss when she felt heat, tremendous heat in fact; start to build at the small of her back where his hand was. It quickly became painful to the point where she squirmed in his embrace and completely closed her eyes, her cries of pain being muffled in the kiss as the fiery feeling in her back became unbearable. Her eyes senses began to fade as she was slowly succumbing to unconsciousness due to the torture. The smell of burnt flesh filled her nose-almost causing her to gag. She moaned in a mixture of pleasure and relief as the feeling of a soothing cold swept across her back. Her eyes flickered in a lazy fashion as looked upon her suppose "prisoner" and guest.
His eyes were still quite draconic and fierce looking, but they seemed to be slightly dimmer then before.
She couldn't explain it but she felt him weakening, her hunch being assisted by the man's grip among her waist loosening.
She was about to shove him off of her when he suddenly went limp, taking her along to floor with him in an unceremoniously fashion.
Evaine struggled to get the man off of her, but between her fatigue and his weight it was in vain. Understanding it was futile to struggle she stopped her struggling. It was only after she stopped did she realize the compromising position they were in. Bruce's face was mashed against her breast, his leg pressing in the spot between her thighs somewhat.
"Bruce wake up this instant! I promise if you don'-"
She was interrupted by the man snoring quite loudly yet peacefully.
Her face scrunched up in irritation before she finally let out a long withheld sigh from her lips. Too plagued with exhaustion and the constant reins off sleep tugging at her she begrudgingly succumbed to unconsciousness.
(Line break)
Darkness. It was all that surrounded him. It was all that he could see. He had unconsciously strained his ears in search of sound, but all that answered was a deathly silence. Panic started to plague him. Was he dead? Was this to be his personnel hell for all eternity?
He tried screaming but nothing came out. He fell to his knees and touched what he thought would be the ground. He was desperate for any source of sense, physiologically hungering for it. A silent scream echoed in his head as he didn't feel anything in the place of what should have been the ground. Now that he thought about it, he didn't even know if he was up or down, all he could make out was an endless abyss of darkness around him. He was borderline going insane, panic mixed with an indescribable desire for some kind of reasoning behind anything.
Then his mind stilled.
He felt a sense of calm wash over him. His negative emotions seemingly vanished, having made way for a wave of feelings that he could only compare to the feelings he felt with Syndra: love, compassion and a feeling of...content.
Overflowing with so much positive waves of emotions, Bruce seemingly didn't wasn't fazed as a soft green light formed in front. Instead of questioning its origin, Bruce instead closed the short distance between them and laid a hand gingerly on the ball of emerald green light. He expected his hand to phase through it of some sort, but surprisingly his hand met gentle yet fierce heat along with the emotions that he currently felt. He could only conclude from a gut feeling that the feelings he felt were surely originating from the mysterious emerald essence.
"Hello child."
Bruce snapped his hand away as he thought he heard the mysterious light speak.
"Do not be frightened child, I mean you no harm," the voice said quietly, or what could be considered quiet for its penetrating tone.
"What are you?" Bruce questioned hesitantly.
The light, instead of answering began to glow fiercely. It had glowed so brightly that Bruce had to shield his eyes from the overwhelming well of light. After what seemed like an eternity he finally managed to open his eyes. He choked on a scream as he eyes looked upon in silent horror at a colossal serpent dragon.
Its body's green scales all glowed a dim green, aggregating into a dim glow covering the dragon with a hue of misty green. Its face was l
tilted down to look at the man, its maw open slightly. Its azure blue gems for eyes seemed...delighted.
"You asked me who I am child?" The serpent dragon began before leaning down, its stout inches from Bruce. His blue orbs looked upon the man directly, almost in a scrutinizing gaze.
"I am Guan Yaoi, Ionia's creator!" He roared proudly, not minding if he scarred the child.