Yes, Yes. I am alive, I just gotten lazy, that's all. Now, again, this chapter stars our Demacian Scout along with the Noxian Assassin, Talon, and with a bit of Vladimir and Vayne.
I don't remember if I said that the majority (or all-) wanted the story to end happily. Personally, I like tragedies, but I'll go with the majority, and besides, who wants to see Jarvan or Shyvana taking care of their bundle of joys alone?
Oh yes, HoneyBadgerDC recently published a Vladimir X Vayne story called "An Open Vayne", check it out, it's very amusing and somewhat, romantic.
Also, I have one more announcement, after I finish Reverse Fairytale, I might start on a Vladimir X Vayne. I also think that I might reconsider it and write a Quinn X Talon, what do you guys think? (OR if you have another couple then you can suggest the couple to me)
That's it for now, thank you!
Quinn glanced in her closet in annoyance; there was no athletic clothing to wear. Growling under her breath, she heard Talon knocking on the door.
"Calm down." Quinn roared, smashing the door. "It's your fault spraying sewer water on me." She whispered to herself after.
Talon, who was outside of Quinn's room, gave a groan. "I don't have all day." He muttered to himself.
The Demacian rolled her eyes as she slipped into the loose cotton clothing that the League provided, grabbing her trusty weapon she headed for the door. "Vayne's bedroom is just down the hall, don't be such a picky person."
Rolling his devilish eyes as the Scout slipped out of her room, "Women take too long to change their outfit."
"It's hard to find something matching," Quinn complaint, offering her deadliest glare. "The summoners here aren't the best designers."
Talon shrugged as he began to walk, "I don't thi- Oof." The ground caught him with an awfully loud thump. He realized Alistar was the one (along with Summoner Monochrome) who bumped into the fearless Assassin.
"Hello Ali." the Scout greeted, waving toward the massive Minotaur. Quinn knew Alistar from the back of her hands; they're been together in matches for quite a while. She would hate to get on his bad side. Turning to Monochrome, she smiled. "Hello."
"Greetings Quinn-" Alistar said back, helping the Assassin to get back on his feet. Talon grumbled in annoyance.
"Hello Scout," the young Summoner smiled. "And hello to you too, Talon."
'Stupid Minotaur' was what the Demacian heard from the Noxian Assassin. The Minotaur ignored the emotionless Assassin as Quinn went on.
"What's going on? Is something wrong?"
Alistar nodded. "Kog'Maw is on the loose and he's hungry," He explained. "The majority of summoners are running for their lives, and some are trying to find Teemo and feed him to Kog'Maw. He already swallowed some Hexplosives bombs, Tibbers, Pantheon's helmet-"
"Leona is going crazy," Monochrome interjected. "She said something about getting to see his face in years or somewhat."
The pink beast nodded in approval as he went back to his news. "-Morgana's pastries and finally, Monochrome's stuffed plushy animal collection…"
Talon, Alistar and Quinn watched as the Summoner fell to her knees. "He also swallowed my ursine cub!"
Alistar gazed in confusion. "Did you steal an ursine cub from its family?"
Monochrome bit her lip. "Well, during my travels in the Freljord, I spotted an ursine cub with his dead parents, probably killed by Lissandra's people-" She then giggled. "-I named him Ace and he's turning five next month, if HE SURVIVES THIS!" the summoner rushed out into the hallway, in search for the missing Mouth of the Abyss. "ACE, I'M COMING."
Talon shook his head. "And they call her a high council."
"Isn't she..." Quinn hesitated to find the perfect word. "Dramatic?" She finally spat out.
Alistar nodded. "Somewhat, yes, but she can cast nasty spells."
Talon groaned in annoyance, the two non-Noxians stared at the Assassin.
"Would you like a glass of water?" Quinn somewhat mocked.
"I want to leave and do what we must do."
Stepping back, the Minotaur chuckled. "I see you two are having a moment soon, I should depart-" He began to trample the floor before stopping once more. "And Talon..."
"What?" The man grumbled.
The massive Greek mythology-based creature exchanged a glance to the Assassin before declaring his words, "I'm not a professional, but I'm pretty sure you can milk those." He then trampled away to chase the fleeing summoner. It took a few seconds before Talon could figure out what Alistar meant, but seeing the Scout looking downwards, staring at her chest, made Talon understand everything.
"Well, then," Quinn muttered in embarrassment. Her cheeks were blushing with a beautiful shade of red, "That was awkward."
Talon took a look at the Scout, who was hiding her face in her cotton blouse. He can feel the slightest temperature change in his body. "Forget about it, let's move." He cut off his thoughts.
Quinn nodded after Talon took his glance away.
"H-Hey..."
Talon paused at the soft sound, twisting on his heels as he glanced at the Maiden with emotionless efforts. "What is it?"
The Scout paused for a moment as she began to fidget with her digits. The Assassin quickly knew that she was hesitating with the nervousness emotion. "Speak," He demanded. "I don't have all day."
"Well," Quinn jolted out, hesitating for a second. "About that time..."
"Be specific," Talon ordered. "I can't read minds." Especially yours- He murmured into his thoughts.
"That moment when we're in the Janitor's clos-"
"It was all an act," the Assassin rolled his eyes, as if he was talking to a six year old. "Can't you see? Vladimir has the ability to sense people's heart beats. When we're in the room, he could sense us. So I quickly unsuccessfully seduce you so Vladimir and that other guy-"
"Draven, his name is Draven." Quinn interjected.
Meanwhile outside of the League of Legends
Draven suddenly stopped his route, staring at the skies of Valoran. The Hemomancer glanced from the Hunter in his arms and then to the Noxian, who suddenly dropped the bird cage.
"What is it?" Vladimir questioned.
"It's Draaaaven," The Blood Brother whined. "Somebody is saying it wrong."
Talon quickly ignored his former lover's interjection. "-Whatever, he wouldn't realize that we're spying on them. You stupid little girl, can't you use your brain once in a while?"
"Oh," Quinn felt dumbfounded, only wanting to hide her face in a pillow.
Well sort of an act.Talon told himself in a mental form. "Now, let's go. Swain is hot on the pursuit."
The temperature in Vayne's bedroom dropped dramatically when Talon stepped in, shivering, he smudged his greasy gloves against his arm, hoping his body temperature will rise. He found it somewhat strange to see Shauna's door unlocked as Quinn smashed the door open.
"Eh, whoops?" Quinn gave a quick apology afterwards.
Talon muttered in annoyance as he searched for any evidence.
"This isn't a murder scene," The Scout muttered after a long moment of searching. "There isn't any blood."
Staring at the torn jumpsuit lying on the cold wooden floor, Talon shrugged at the Scout's useless opinion. "Great…" He muttered. Just what I needed after a conversation with a whiny Summoner and a Minotaur…
The Noxian took a quick glance at the Scout, who was from a commoner family, and growled an unknown sentence under his breath.
Observing the scene for a significant period of time, he hastily accessed into the bathroom, which was much breezier than the bedroom itself. Talon stared at semi-cold bath as he removed his glove, quickly dipping his hand into the water. He can feel the bubbles tickling against his rough skin.
Quinn was quickly behind Talon's trail, it didn't take her long to spot the broken wall. "What happened in here?"
"She was taking a bath," Talon estimated. Trying to ignore the pictures in his mind, he examined the bottles beside the tub. "Vayne must been interrupted when the hole was created-" He suddenly paused and stared at the Scout. "If only you haven't wasted your time changing your clothing…"
Quinn arched her brow, "I beg your pardon?"
"If you haven't wasted time trying to match your stupid clothing, she wouldn't be kidnapped!" He yelled out, trying to get a grip of himself.
"You can't blame me for everything!" Quinn countered, trying to defend herself against the Noxian. "Just because you spilled detergent all over me-"
"Stop repeating about the detergent," Talon snapped. "I can't stand it when people repeat themselves."
The Scout crossed her arms and pouted, continuing to give daggers at him. "I'm not interested in your dislikes, and can you stop whining for a minute? That would be a beautiful moment of silence." She ended up screaming with her high-pitched voice.
Talon can feel the rage build within him, assuming that Quinn will just blab on about her complaints, he simply ignored her, hoping to find more evidence to where Noxus might have taken Vayne to captivity.
"Are you listening?" Quinn questioned afterwards, slightly demanding for his attention.
Talon shrugged. He watched the woman's eyebrows twitching, she was getting frustrated.
"For the love of Demacia," The Scout roared, losing her temper and patience. "I'm done with this. I rather be kidnapped by Noxus and get experimented on as a test subject than to endure your obnoxiousness."
Placing his glove back on, he cursed under his breath. "I haven't seen you this stupid since the last match we've went in a match together-" He began, ticking Quinn off second by second.
Being interruptive as ever, she snapped, "Hey, that summoner didn't know how to vault properly, and she didn't know how to ADC!"
"-What great co-operation," Talon groaned with sarcasm. "Your score was two, fifteen and three!"
"Again, it wasn't my damn fucking fault!"
"This was your entire fault, and it's also your fault that your brother died! You should have died along with him!"
Talon has crossed the line, again.
The Scout's mouth turned completely dry, she was unstable, she wanted to cry, and she wanted to avoid him for the rest of her life. The Assassin can feel her body shaking with fear.
Talon can feel the wrongdoing inside him, he knew again, he went too far insulting the poor Demacian. "I'm-"
Quinn quickly stopped him with a gesture of her palm. She shook her head, "N-No more…" She finally gasped out. "I don't…"
"Look, I went a bit too far-"
"Honestly," Quinn muttered in tears. "You went over the line! You know that incident has been plaguing me since I was young, you know I will turn weak like this, you know because you saw what happened to me before! Yes, it was my fault Caleb died. The creature wouldn't spare his life! I don't want it to be like this, but what choice do I have? I…" She hastily fell to her knees in pain. The cold floor caught her with a thump. "You're right… Maybe I should have died with my brother, or at least switch places with him…"
"I-"
"Don't speak, stop it…" Quinn choke out, a deep guilt engulfed her, blocking her ability to speak afterwards. Before long, Talon found the Scout bursting into tears, hiding her shame within her arms.
Grumbling under his breath, Talon whispered a word to himself as he patted the girl on the head. Let's just say that he isn't the best when it comes to sympathy.
"There, there. I'm sure you'll have the heart of forgive and forget." He said, improvising on the spot. Smooth…He thought to himself with sarcasm.
Quinn screamed into her palms, and when she looked up at the guilty Noxian, streams of tears poured down like an overflow river. Closing her eyes once more, she stood up and began to take small steps away from the Noxian as her back was pressed against the wall beside the gaping cavity on the wall.
Talon expected the sobbing woman to say something soon, however, she didn't. He didn't know if she was thinking something to say, or was just blankly waiting for a response from him. Sighing, the Noxian Assassin approached the woman, who was troubling him for the past year or so, and compelled himself to smile, or at least a grin. The Scout stared at him, low on self-esteem, and blinked. She looked utterly confused with his sudden change of personality.
Slap. Slam.
Talon fell onto the floor with sudden brutal force. He felt that his cheek was about to fall off, staring at the female who just recently given him a stinging feeling on his face.
"What was that for?" Talon screamed in annoyance.
"That was for all those terrible things you've said to me before," Quinn answered, crossing her arms. "If you ever said those things about my brother again, I'll never forgive you."
"I apologized!"
"You did not."
"You didn't need to slap me."
"What do you want me to do, tear off your limbs? Is that what you desire for?"
The Noxian growled, "Forget it, I'm doing this myself."
"Maybe you should."
"This is why I dislike you," Talon complaint. "You're a spoiled little girl who expects a prince to do her bidding and you always talk back."
"I'm a mere commoner," Quinn interjected. "I don't need a prince to do complete my tasks!"
"Admit it, you've always liked the Prince of Demacia, you've loved him so much that you'll do anything to be with him."
"You're an Assassin, you kill innocent people for wealth and fame, I don't see you any better," the woman snapped. "And yes. I did like the Prince, but that was before I met you."
Talon was about to protest some more by stopped by her last comment. Quinn took this chance to continue.
"Get off my case, you're not Caitlyn." Quinn left without another word, not even a single stare at the dumbfounded Noxian.
'Mommy, wake up.'
A small girl, perhaps a smaller version of theDemacianNight Hunter, appeared inVayne'sthoughts as she began to scream from the top of her lungs.
'Daddy, wake up.'
That voice,Vayneheard it before. That sound, was it? Yes... it is.
It was her only childhood memory. Her parents dead on the floor of the own safety of their home, their organs splattered across the oak-wood floor. Her hands stained with their red genetic liquid, herfavouritepink dress ripped at the edge. Her jet black hair scattered across her face, blocking her total vision of the gory scene that will soon plague her throughout her childhood, teen and young adult years.
The young ShaunaVayne, who was casted by an illusion within the presentVayne'smind, tried her best to flash out her cheery smile as she chant her mother'sfavouritelullaby to see if her mother wakes up. Failure... She then closes her eyes, hoping this was all a really bad nightmare. Another failure...
The present ShaunaVaynegripped her head in pain; she didn't want to remember this specific scene again. She never wanted to see the dead faces of her beloved deceased parents. She didn't want to see her mistakes again nor did she want to see old self in pain again.
'You know, Shauna...' The young voice pierced her thoughts again. 'If you listened to father, you could have saved them. It was your fault.' The Hunter saw her past gazing at her with cat-like eyes.
Vayneshook her head. "I didn't," She cried out. "It wasn'tmyfault. It was the witch's fault; she was the one who slaughtered my family.'
'Don't deny it Shauna; you're the chaos of theVaynefamily. It was your fault that our beloved ones die. They could've lived and you wouldn't be like this,' the voice stated. 'You don't deserve to live, and when the Chain Warden finds out that he is one soul short, he won't be pleased.'
The Hunter's eyes began to water, possibly the first time her eyes had leaked water in decades, "I told you! I had nothing to do with this! Believe me!"
'I'm you,' the voice stated. 'I know how you feel. You knew father's words were true, the world isn't safe, but instead of listening to him, you were mischievous and look at them now. They're dead, rotting away in the Demacian graveyard, where you never visited them. They must be so ashamed of us- no, you.'
"Leave,"Vaynescreamed, closing her eyes and covering her ears as if she was a child having a big tantrum. "Don't come back! I don't want to see you again!"
'I'm you,' the young ShaunaVaynerepeated. 'I cannot leave you, you're me and this will always be reality… and Shauna… I can hear the Deathsinger coming.'
Vladimir's eyes gazed around in the small dark room where he imprisoned the Hunter. Chuckling helplessly at the knocked-out Shauna, he took a slow sip of his glass of wine, licking his lips afterward.
"Soon..." He murmured.
Vayne began to mumble in her slumber, twisting and turning in the small bed. "No..." She groaned. "...Please."
She looks like she's in a sexual dream. Vladimir commented to himself, placing his glass of wine on the coffee table as he walked toward the sleeping beauty. He placed his rear on the edge of bed, combing Shauna's long midnight strands.
"… I didn't... do anything," Vayne grumbled, hiding her face into the pillow with fear. "...It wasn't my... fault. I... didn't... commit... it."
The Hemomancer sighed as he placed his lips against Vayne's ear. "Wake up, Shauna."
"Who's... there?"
"It's me," He cooed softly. "It's me, Vladimir."
A sudden movement from her eyelids appear, perhaps, a possible flicker. Vladimir nodded in satisfaction; Vayne finally recovered enough energy to regain her senses.
"…Vladimir?" She muttered, unconscious. Then her eyes snapped open, bolting right up as a burning sensation from her head burst forward in her body. Groaning in frustration, she gripped onto her hair, hoping the pain will die down.
The Crimson Reaper stared at the pained champion and chuckle. "Poor Shauna, you look you're in so much pain."
She gave a growl toward the Hemomancer, "I don't need you. I can endure the pain myself," Snapping at the, somewhat, attractive man. "I've been through this before." She added afterwards.
Snickering, Vladimir nodded. "Of course, my dear Shauna, you've done this before… during your parents' death, isn't it?" He acted as if he offered his sympathy.
Vayne shook her head and stood silent, her throat raspy and dry. She couldn't think of another word to say.
The Hemomancer tsk-ed in annoyance as he elegantly snatched the glass of wine on the coffee table, he offered a sip to the Hunter, which she rudely declined, and then slowly placed the rim against his lips. "You're very interesting," Vladimir commented, after finishing the glass of alcohol. "Now, shall we get to the real deal?"
The Demacian lowered her eye-level before thinking of what to speak, "If you want my blood wel-"
Vladimir couldn't help but laugh. He never knew Shauna was this humorous. The Noblewoman stared at him with grim-looking eyes while he chuckled. He cleared his throat quickly afterwards. "Dear apologies," He commented after a moment of silence. "I did enjoy a good laughter."
Vayne rolled her eyes. "You're even better than Shaco…" She sarcastically joked.
Ignoring Shauna's comment, he took some thick rope lying against the bed and harshly gripped her wrist against the bed frame. The woman winced in pain, though she did try to endure it. Though, if she did try to break free from Vladimir's clutches, she still doesn't have enough energy to do so.
"What are you doing?"
"What do you think? I'm tying you to the bed frame…" He answered within knots.
She raised a brow. Didn't know he would be this blunt.
"What do you want from this?" She demanded as Vladimir tightened the rope against her delicate wrist. Feeling the rope beginning to cut through her first layer of defense, Vladimir resumed back to his talking.
"I simply want to talk."
Vayne let out some air, "And tying someone to a bed frame is the most polite thing to do when you're starting a conversation with them."
He chuckled. "I love how you're seeing things my way," He began. "And of course, you do realize the disagreement between Noxus and Demacian is getting out of hands, no?"
He waited for Vayne to answer.
"What about it?" She asked in fake confusion.
She was acting completely unaware of the future results of this riot. Vladimir thought in annoyance. He rolled his eyes. "Don't play dumb," He snapped as his true personality began to show. "I need you to go undercover into Kalamanda and gather information for me."
Vayne shook her head rapidly. "I won't, I rather be turned into a monster and be burned at the stake than to do something against my hometown."
Vladimir glanced in confusion. "Strange, I thought you hated Demacia."
"I somewhat don't," She explained. "I am Demacian after all."
"You know Shauna, with your powers, you should be a Noxian," Vladimir taunted. "I always knew you were the most popular AD carry."
(Note: I do believe she is the most popular ADC, but everyone has their own opinion and view.)
"Save your breath," She hissed. "I don't want to be part of your scheme, and even if I consider it, why would I?"
"I can bring your family back from the dead."
Vayne shot up in confusion, tilting her head. "It's impossible, my parents died twelve years ago."
"Contraire my beautiful Shauna," Vladimir opposed. "Anything is possible with love."
"You really are insane," She spat, "No wonder you were killed two young boys when you were merely a young boy yourself."
"You know me so well," Vladimir cackled. "Are you sure you're not one of my stalkers?"
Vayne jumped away from him, not willing to release a word.
The Hemomancer instantly stopped cackling, his eyes burning with the emotion of hatred as if he changed into another person.
"Stand up." He demanded. His alluring voice was converted to a dark tone.
Vayne obeyed without a protest, she was somewhat frightened by Vladimir's sudden change of characteristic.
The Hemomancer observed her figure as he nicked scars against her bare legs. Vayne retreated with pain.
"Come back," Vladimir growled, hopping on the bed and forcefully dragging the Hunter back to her regular position. "I'm not letting you escape this time, Vayne."
Grabbing her hair and offering it a sharp pull, the Crimson Reaper took his free hand and began to shred her floral dress. The Hunter wanted to pull back, but all she did was make a wince.
Another wince burst out the room as it bounces against the walls of Vladimir's manor.
Shyvana stared at the clock with concern. Five hours past since Vayne departed for the League, and Vayne would always send a message for her to prove that she's safe, however with a shrug; the Princess just assumed that Shauna just forgot.
Knock.
Shyvana switched her attention to the door, dragging herself to open the movable panel. When she opens it, her mother-in-law gave her a warm smile.
"Welcome home, love," Catherine greeted, stepping in as she placed a container on the coffee table. "I assume your visit to the hospital was a pain."
The Half-Dragon shook her head. "Oh no, it wasn't a trouble at all. The doctor said I just need to relax."
The Queen nodded, "I agree with your doctor," She commented, facing her daughter-in-law. "Some mail just came, this one was for you." Passing a blue envelope with a match wax seal to Shyvana, Catherine sat on the couch, waiting for the results.
To the Princess of Demacia… it read. Shyvana stared at it with confusion as she carefully removed the seal, which has the symbol of Demacia on it, and read the letter:
Dear Shyvana,
How are you doing, dear? I've missed you so much, it's been a tragic not seeing you for the past months, I am somewhat homesick, but no fear, I'll be coming back soon. Yes, I am finally coming back to your side for the first time after our marriage. I did promise that I'll aid you when you're giving birth, yes?
I'll be back in a few weeks, for now try to behave yourself, father isn't himself lately.
Take care,
Jarvan IV
P.S. I also heard positive feedback about you from the High Council.
Shyvana's smile reappeared again after a moment of hesitation.
"Jarvan is coming back!" She exclaimed in joy, perhaps the first time she felt joy since she was wedded to the prince.
"What beautiful news," The Queen announced, nodding her head in approval. "We must get ready for their return."
The Half-Dragon hugged the piece of paper close to her, "I've missed Jarvan…"
"I've missed my son too," The Spiritmight commented. "I hope he is doing well."
Shyvana reread the letter, "It doesn't say."
Catherine chuckled, "Jarvan wasn't an open child, unlike his siblings were. But since he met you, he has gotten a bit open. I knew you were the most eligible candidate for his love and trust."
"Thank you… my queen." Shyvana grinned, staring at the prince's penmanship. For the last time, she stared at the moonlight sky of Valoran, closing her eyes, praying for the prince to come home safely.
