Okay, I'm really sorry for not updating for two whole months, exam month is coming along and it's going to be a pain in the butt, so I've decided to write an extra long chapter for you guys, because I'm lazy and I don't want to study.
And I assume Blueberry Absinth is waiting this chapter for quite a while, well this chapter is for her. Anyways, enjoy, review, comment, eh, do whatever you like. Thanks!
By the way, Happy Early Harrowing, and there goes my money going down the drain of shame. DAMMIT HARROWING SKINS, Y U DO TIS TO ME?
Shyvana curled her plump lips, forming a replica of Cassiopeia's semi-curled tail as she stared at the azure atmosphere of Valoran. It has been already two weeks since she received her husband's letter, and rumours say that they'll come back tomorrow or the day after. Releasing a small squeal, she got up from the velvety loveseat and opened the mouth of the room. She slipped into the corridor without a sound. Her elegant footsteps were soft like feathers falling from the heavens.
"I heard Jarvan is coming back." cried behind Shyvana. Whipping her head around, the dragon princess glared daggers behind her.
"Fiora… Aren't you nice? Coming back uninvited…" The redhead said sluggishly.
The French-accented woman cackled, dropping her weapon on the floor before coming towards Shyvana's side.
"What do you want this time?"
"I vant nothing," Fiora answered, her obnoxious pronunciation made Shyvana retreat somewhat. "I am just observing zur current activities, oui?"
"That's called stalking," The Half-Demacian commented. Her eyebrows then knitted together. "And I don't want you near me… You almost killed me a few weeks back."
The Duelist casted a grim laughter at her fellow opponent, "I did? Je suis désolé [1], you take everything too seriously, ya know?" She added, wiping her metal boots on the clean carpet, like how she is smearing her toxic language on Shyvana's innocent soul.
"You think everything is a mere joke."
"Vraiment?"
"Yes, really."
"Right, zu blacked out during our last conversation." Fiora interjected.
"You almost killed my children," Shyvana hissed as she quickly placed a hand against her expanded stomach. "You're a beast."
The armed woman casted a murky grin, "'ow funny, calling moi a beast vile you are one yourself, and ven have you learned ze meaning of family, you never had one!"
The Dragon Princess clutched her fist furious, as she eyed the surroundings of the corridor for the nearest (and most dangerous) substance she can chuck at the Duelist. But in the end, she didn't throw an antique vase or an expensive (and possibly hideous) painting at the cocky woman. All she did was cough awkwardly as if she was going to puke out a blood ball.
"Vat's vong, Rengar got zur tongue?" Fiora joked.
Rubbing her temples, Shyvana groaned in annoyance. "How do you even get in the Lightshield Manor?"
Despite all her armour on her, Fiora was still able to shrug her shoulders, "I am a Laurent, and I am a noble of Demacia. I have my rights to explore ze manor."
The Dragoness nodded before rubbing her temples, she always hated Fiora's accent; it always gives her a headache. "Great, now please leave me alone."
The Duelist raised a brow before opening her mouth. "Pourquoi?"
A pair of red orbs dimming, Shyvana stormed down the corridor, leaving a trail of frustration behind. She released the oxygen out of her lungs afterwards, as she felt a small disturbance in her uterus.
"Okay, have a vonderful day." Fiora called out, flashing her signature cocky look. Shyvana gave her rival another frown before completely ignoring Fiora and trying to toss their previous conversation away from her thoughts.
The Hunter stared at the gruesome-looking ceiling as she curled up into a small sphere against the corner of the room. Left only in her undergarments, she tried her best to endure the cold. Gripping the torn floral dress, she felt its silky texture as she continued to give her blank glare to the ceiling. It's been a few weeks since Vladimir kept her hidden from the outside world.
Corrupted by her thoughts and questions, she began to twist and turn against the cream coloured wall. Although she was Vladimir's prisoner, he did left her a wondrous amount of clothing, food, a marble bathroom (connected to the room she is currently in), and let's not forget the queen sized bed with ursine fur blanket and an electric blanket to top it off. Vayne groaned at the luxurious sight, and not to mention, Vladimir would often come into her room and observe her every move, in fact, there is a possible chance that he had installed Piltover's custom-made hex-tech cameras here.
Creak.
Vayne rolled her eyes in annoyance, the Hemomancer has returned to torture her again. Vladimir quickly slipped in, giving Vayne his signature grin. As he entered in the room, she noticed he had a glass of wine in his hands. She then assumed he was an alcoholic.
"I see you're not touching your food." He began.
She ignored his comment as she let go of her grip of the cloth. The cloth crumbled to the floor as Vladimir placed his glass down next to the bed. Shauna spotted that he wasn't wear his usual clothing, just a red robe, and again, she looked away, hiding her pale skin under her long length hair.
Hearing Vladimir tsk-ed, Vayne shifted a bit.
"Do you want me to tie your hands to the bed frame again?" He questioned, approaching the woman abruptly.
Silence filled the room awkwardly. Shauna didn't want to answer nor did she want him to observe her actions. Curling closer to the walls, she opened her mouth:
"Why? So you can torture me again?" Every word came from her mouth was coated with poison.
Vladimir dramatically jumped back, "That hurt my feelings. I cannot believe you think that I am a monster."
"Feelings…" Vayne echoed.
"However," the Hemomancer continued, as if he was talking to himself in front of a mirror. "I just love the view of you in pain…" He took a handful of her hair and fondled with it. Vayne gasped, playing tug o' war with her hair, of course, she lost to the blood mage. "Protesting won't work, my love." He added, afterwards. Giving another tug on Vayne's filaments, Vayne forced herself to stop letting the Hemomancer to see her winced emotions.
The Hemomancer frowned at her as she refused to give out feelings. Slowly observing her every move, Vladimir took Vayne wrist roughly. The only response from Vayne was a soft grunt.
"Tell me Shauna, do you have emotions?" Vladimir sudden questioned.
Again, the Hunter doesn't answer. She only stares at the Hemomancer with disgust, shaking his grip loose. That only makes the Hemomancer's grip tighter. He dragged Shauna to the sofa as he grabs the rope lying at the edge of the table. The Hunter protested as she fell onto the couch. Tying her wrists together with the rope, the Hemomancer placed his lips against Vayne's jawbone. Due to how sensitive Vayne can be, she bit her lower lip, hoping that will avoid the tension. The Crimson Reaper frowned as he traced his finger against Vayne's body; Shauna fidgeted uncomfortably as Vladimir took his free hand and slipped it in her panties.
"Well, let's see if you have any emotions." Vladimir hissed as he traced his finger at the outer lip of her core. He can feel her private area getting wet.
The Crimson Reaper glanced at the beautiful woman with his flashy grin, hoping for her to fall for his illusions, like how she did when they first met and like the first time he seduced her forcefully.
"It's not going to work on me," Vayne spat. Despite the fact Vladimir was successfully turning her on, she endured everything by gritting her teeth together. "Not this time..."
Vladimir tsk-ed in annoyance, "Suit yourself…" He called, as his hand retreated away from Shauna's womanhood.
Shauna tumbled again the words coming out from her mouth. "You're planning something," She finally cackled. "And I'm not going to enjoy this, am I?"
He confirmed the question with a shrug, "Why would I abuse a beautiful woman?"
"Because you are the Crimson Reaper, a man of many murders of Valoran," The Hunter announced, sure of herself. She glanced at the Hemomancer with confusion, sitting still before him. "You're a hazard towards everyone in Valoran, and I wanted you dead for so long..."
"Why?" Vladimir questioned, giving a sly snicker afterwards.
Shauna Vayne, the Night Hunter, took in a deep breath before giving her first-ever enraged look to the man who had seduced her years ago. "You, Vladimir, had tortured me for past three years, you always drain my blood from my veins, you assume I'm just a sex-toy, and you raped me because I disagreed to your plans."
For the first time in her life, Vayne was actually showing emotion, besides pain, in front of the Hemomancer. In fact, she was actually enjoying this, all the hidden power within her, just... bursting through her comfort circle.
"For years, I've feared your ways, your murders, your, somewhat strange obsession with me... But mostly, I feared you." Shauna continued. "If you haven't given me that talk a few years back, I would be purifying monsters right now, avoiding your charming tactics, however..."
Vayne kicked Vladimir squarely on the chest as his guard was down, the floor catching him with a loud thump. The Hunter quickly followed him, spreading her legs across his pelvis area shortly afterwards, pinning him down to the floor as she quickly slipped out of the rope.
"Oh? Are we getting intimate?"
Shauna shrugged, as she grabbed the fruit knife on the table and stabbed him roughly on the shoulder blade. Vladimir gasped in pain; he couldn't believe that he didn't block that attack. The Demacian, slow as a snail, stripped Vladimir from his robe, just until the robe was only covering his manhood, leaving his upper body naked. The blood spreading across the upper body quickly as Vayne flashed her first lustful grin. Vayne dug the blade around Vladimir's flesh before fully taking it out.
Lowering her body down, the Hunter licked at the bloody injury, grinning as her tongue was coated with the Reaper's DNA. She turned to the Hemomancer, who was curiously staring at her actions, and snickered. Staring at the knife she has in her hands, she jabbed the sword into her palm lightly, slowly drips of blood fell onto the Hemomancer's well-toned body.
Vladimir breathed the atmosphere's air and sighed, the smell of her blood always made him aroused. The feel of her blood against his skin made him aroused; he knew that he couldn't fight the feeling off.
Vayne, on the other hand, stared at the Hemomancer's actions, as she flashed her first-ever attempt on puppy eyes. "Your tactics were always so… alluring." She gasped out, breathless. She quickly tossed the knife away.
Spotting Vladimir's glass of wine on the coffee table, she grabbed the stem of the glass and sniffed the wine before taking all the liquid in. The wine swishes against Vayne's inner cheeks. The Crimson Reaper glanced in excitement, wondering what will the last member of the Vayne family do next.
The Hemomancer knew the capabilities of Shauna Vayne. He has observed her movements on the Fields of Justice and recognized every single of them.
Oh Shauna… what are you going to do nex-
Vladimir's eyes widened as Vayne smashed her lips against his rough lips; the scent of his blood lingers in her mouth. Shoving the alcohol slowly, wave by wave, into the Hemomancer's mouth, Vayne cupped his cheeks slowly, holding his face in position. The Noxian Mage suddenly noticed that the wine tasted sweeter than before. A sudden strange change formed within him as he swallowed the liquor, grabbing Vayne's wrists, he slammed her down, switching positions. His lustful eyes met her azure eyes.
"Naughty Shauna," Vladimir tsk-ed, "You stabbed me." He added before nibbling her earlobe.
"You know… I'm still going to… kill you after this." She pants as the Noxian slipped his hand into Vayne's lacy bra, massaging her right mound.
"Don't you always?" Vladimir questioned before licking the base of her neck and before he takes the last of her innocence away.
Valor opened his eyes, glancing at the new surroundings as he recalled the memories of what happened before he ended up in this… greenhouse-like area. He twitched his head, remembering someone cancelling his teleport, and stuffing him a cage. Shuddering at his own thoughts, and putting them aside, the Demacian Eagle poked his beak at the steel cage with curiosity. Though Valor might not be the brightest bird in Valoran (and not the politest either), he does have a good sense of direction. Searching for the nearest window, Val looked at the sky of Valoran; the view was hazy, ebony, and depressing.
"Yes, my dear. He is in here."
The comment came from outside the room, the bird estimated. The Demacian bird turned his head at the mahogany double door; it opened quickly afterwards. He twisted his head strangely, as a strange shadow walked into the room, Valor stand by for battle.
"Beatrice, now please, stop being so impatient!"
Valor's brain recalled the voice, squawking afterwards as if he was hoping for Quinn to hear him.
"Stop it," Jericho Swain snapped at Valor. "You'll scare Beatrice." Valor glanced at the flying creature on his right shoulder (Somewhat a Vocaloid pun), and then to the bird man. He then put his skull against the cage, and cried out a harsh cry.
Beatrice glanced at the captivated bird and gave back a short cry.
"Now Beatrice, be nice to our guest," Jericho chuckled as the Raven flew off his shoulders and on top of Valor's cage. "We don't want to cause any accidents, don't we?"
Beatrice replied with pecking at the cage.
"Good, have fun you two."
Valor's eyes narrowed when Swain hastily left the room. He then stared at the raven with anxiety, and his small brain slowly functioning with unease. Beatrice, on the other hand, gazed with fierce orbs and her beautifully groomed feathers seem to captivate the Demacian Eagle. Valor quickly snapped himself out of it, as he tries to find a way to get out of this… small cage. As he thought, Beatrice unlocked it with her beak.
Maybe, she won't eat Valor after all…
Quinn stared at the dim candle sitting on the oak table in front of her, sighing softly. She wondered when the League will get their generator running again; she was somewhat tired of writing under a dark dim light. Without looking away from the light, Quinn reached her hands out to grab her feather pen sitting on the bed, and began to sketch the candle light. It wasn't long before the Demacian finished her work of art, smiling at her latest sketch, she hastily tuck the drawing in her bag, which is located just beside her armour and clothing on the bed. She then looked down at her own semi-bare body, she was wearing a navy blue push up bra and low rise, semi-stained denim shorts. Despite the lack of heat in the League of Legends, she wasn't cold at all, not even the slightest. Most people say she has a lot of fat, and sadly, it doesn't go where the Scout wants it to be.
She sighed as she grabbed the wild watermelon coloured blanket against her apricot coloured skin, guffawing quickly when the blanket tickled her torso.
Knock.
She sighed as she began to strip off her denim shorts, and grabbed her grey jumpsuit.
Knock. Knock.
"I'm coming, give me a minute." The Scout commented back at the unknown (and impatient) person. Finding the opening for her ashen jumpsuit, she loiters in between as she slipped in the rubbery clothing.
Slam.
Quinn jumped startled as the door fell to the ground, like a baby bird falling from its nest and to its death. She whipped her head toward the monochrome hallway. "What di-" She hastily halted her words when she saw who rammed in her territory, narrowing her butterscotch orbs at the shadow. "What are you doing here?"
Cassiopeia, the once-beautiful temptress, flashed a grim smile at the Scout before she slithers into the room. Quinn gave her a cautious gaze. To be honest, she somewhat envy of Cassiopeia, for what? Her tail? No, it was due to the fact that this temptress sleeps under the same roof as Talon back in Noxus. A dirty image flashed through her mind, she then shivered hastily swatting it away.
"Sssso, I sssee you were changing," Cassiopeia began, shrugging her perfect shoulders. "My bad."
"It's… alright," Quinn answered back, after thinking of the most polite word to say to the Serpent's Embrace. Adjusting her armour, she then asked, "So, what brings you here any destroying my door?"
The youngest DuCouteau daughter giggled as she tucked her tail in a knot next to the small candle. She then turned picked up Quinn's drawings and examined it. "He begged me to sssend you a messsssage. I assssume he's too chicken to do it himsssself."
The Demacian titled her heart-shaped face, "what?"
Chuckling ever so elegantly, the once-beautiful woman placed a scroll on the table before placing Quinn's art back on the table. "Your drawingssss are beautiful. They remind of myssself when I wassss a human." Without another word, she slithered over the fallen door and exited like nothing happened. By the time Cassiopeia left, Quinn was only half done with her armour. While she was putting on her breastplate, she glanced over at the table. She promised herself that she won't give in, but she did anyways. Opening the scroll, Quinn scanned the words, the font of a man she used to (and still possibly) loved. Despite the fact Talon being raised on the streets, he has quite the excellent grammar and font.
By the time when you're reading this letter, I'll probably in Noxus dead, or about to be tortured to death by what's his face, for attempting to get Valor out of Swain's manor. And yes, Valor is in Noxus. Apparently, a certain Noxian had to guts to break into the League's security system, and cancelled Valor's teleport right as he was going to be transferred to Kalamanda. For now, your peers in Kalamanda are worried about you, for they know that you're safe in the League of Legends.
I also think that it wasn't right for me to go at your face and comment about your dead brother, and talking shit about him despite the fact that I've never met him. And also, if Valor (or I) were happen to die during this mission, remember that you'll still young and you should move on and find someone new to replace your dumb bird, because not moving on from someone that has already left the earth and trying to find a miracle is stupid and worthless. And take care of yourse- Katarina and Cassiopeia for me. You're … They're considered family to me.
Also, I never had the balls to deliver this letter to you by myself, what a shame. Maybe I should grow a pair- Also, if General DuCouteau was ever found one day, tell him that it was an honour for me to serve him.
Take care, I guess.
P.S. I'm not doing this for you. I'm just doing this because I don't want to see hybrid eagle-raven baby birds around Noxus.
Quinn reread the letter a million times, scanning the back for any more words, and then shaking her head in disbelief. She suddenly felt a chill against her spine, for she knew that Talon was going to throw his life away for her. Fondling with the paper, she sighed, I'm going to give in again… She murmured mentally, and she did. Slipping into her four layer of armour, and equipping her trusty crossbow, the Demacian dashed out of the room, leaving Talon's letter over the dim candle.
It was already four in the afternoon when the Assassin poked his head into one of the many windows of Swain's manor. Sighing, Talon hastily, and silently, slipped into the corridor before the guards arrived. Clutching onto one of his blades, he glanced at the connecting hallways for any guards on patrol. Luckily, he didn't need to spill some blood on Jericho's fancy carpets today.
Swain is coming back early tomorrow morning, luckily no one is guarding this part of the manor. All I need to do is grab Valor from this horror house and bring him back to that girl and no one's feelings gets hur-
Bang came from the next hallway, Talon tsk-ed in annoyance as he slipped into the next hallway, like a ninja. Piercing his eyes through the cracked door, Talon saw Valor feeding Beatrice. Wait what?
The Blade's Shadow stared in confusion, why was Valor feeding Beatrice? He sighed, "GG, report Valor for feeding Swain's crazy bird." He muttered. But then, Valor seemed happy somewhat, in a way. Talon couldn't help but to release a sigh. Birds these days…
"And that was when she got off the bed and slapped me in the face…"
Talon glanced toward the direction of the man's voice.
"Shit, guards." He then glanced for the nearest air vent, and crawled in, and also hoping that he didn't give away his position.
"What a story," His friend announced, booming with laughter, before stopping in front of the door where Beatrice and Valor were feeding each other. "Hey, look at this. The Boss's bird is mating."
Talon gave an emotionless, yet disgusted, look. "Looks like Valor couldn't keep his-" He then pause his sentence, shivering in disgust. "Quinn would kill for me saying that…" Without another word, he quickly retreated into the shadows.
Shauna Vayne woke up with pain in between her legs, groaning afterwards, not realizing she was tied to against the bed frame with a rusty chain, no surprise there. Sighing again at herself, she always wondered how she ended up repeating this cycle again. She brainstormed about the possible facts, then her face reddened like a tomato, she blushed.
Vayne, you're hopeless. She reminded herself mentally, before adjusting her body to a better position. It was quite difficult to move with chains cut deep into her wrists.
Creak went to old mahogany door. The Hunter looked up toward the sound, knowing that Vladimir would show up and torture her once again. However, despite her luck, she had come face to face with LeBlanc, surprisingly, as she walked into the room as elegantly as ever before taking a seat in front of the bed. Vayne sneered at the prestigious, yet wicked, sorceress.
"What do you want?" Vayne snapped.
LeBlanc snickered, "You weren't expecting me, right? Well, of course, since you've gone brainless when Vladimir smeared his fluids all over your body. However..." The mage stood up and sat next to the Demacian. "… Vladimir was right. You do have a voluptuous body." Chuckling shortly afterwards.
Vayne looked at the mage, who had a greedy grin, and sneered once more. "I haven't gone brainless yet."
"You will, after I'm done with you."
Without a word, LeBlanc grabbed Vayne's neck and began to suffocate her. Despite the fact that LeBlanc isn't a melee combat fighter, she does have great muscle strength, probably equal to Darius at least. Shauna gasped for air, as she thrashed around, the metal cutting deeper into her fragile skin.
"Gah…" She wheezed, before her lungs almost giving in. Then LeBlanc paused, letting Shauna's neck go.
Vayne coughed. "What…" She gasped in confusion. "Why… aren't you finishing me off?"
LeBlanc wiped her hands on the blanket and giggled elegantly. "Of course not, Shauna, finishing you off like that is completely idiotic. Of course, that is what Draven would do, that idiot…" Her voice trailed off into her own thoughts, but she quickly snapped out of it. "Anyways, I'll eliminate you after I have some fun." Her voice then turns flirty. "I always have fun before killing someone."
"What do you mea-" Vayne's lips were sealed as the Mage pressed her own delicate lips against hers. Begging for entrance, LeBlanc's tongue quickly slipped into Shauna's cavern, exploring every square inch. While the Hunter was distracted with the sudden movements, Emilia LeBlanc hastily, and quietly, used her hand to roam down and outline Vayne's stomach. A small moan released from the Hunter's mouth as their lips parted.
"So, you're quite sensitive, despite the fact Vladimir played you for the past two weeks, how adorable."
"Shut up." Vayne gagged as LeBlanc kissed the base of her neck and grabbing her fleshy breasts. "L-LeBlanc…"
"I love it when you purr my name." LeBlanc teased.
"Evanine, you… bitch." Vayne released another groan as LeBlanc grasped down her hands, groping Shauna's beautiful mounds and kissing in between them.
The mage tsk-ed, "How naughty of you, looks like I have to punish you."
Emilia chuckled as she brutally forced Vayne to lie on the bed, and laughing at her weaker side. "Let's do this slowly and painfully, get ready." She hissed, before adjusting her body position and spreading Vayne's legs apart. Despite the fact, LeBlanc is a high-class mage; she didn't notice someone was outside the room, observing them with a glare.
An hour before
Vladimir woke up, noticing the pain in his member still there. He then noticed something else, a pair of delicate hands wrapped around his torso, and seeing Vayne sleeping peacefully (for once in her life) next to him. The Crimson Reaper couldn't help but smile, and giving a small peck on Shauna's lips. The Demacian Hunter then murmured something slowly afterwards, however, she wasn't awake.
"Looks like we won't be enjoying each other's companies anymore," The Hemomancer sighed, removing Shauna's arms from his torso. "Be careful out there."
Vladimir got out of the bed, and sloppily tied his robe against his waist and gathered Shauna's clothing to the next room.
"I see you two just had a wonderful sex episode." A voice cried.
The Crimson Reaper chuckled, facing LeBlanc who was against the wall. "Hello dear, what a pleasure to see you" Hesitating for a moment, Vladimir continued, "What are you doing here at this early in the morning?"
LeBlanc's smile quickly faded, "You know why I'm here," The mage sat on her floating staff and frowned, "To eliminate her."
"How interesting," Vladimir smiled, forcing his words out from the gaps of his teeth. "So, when will you kill her?"
"In an hour or so, you know my routine. I torture before killing." LeBlanc reminded.
The Hemomancer bit his tongue softly, "At least let me see her one more time."
The mage laughed, "I thought it was just an act, I thought you hated that Demacian's guts. She's only a plaything to you."
Vladimir shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe she isn't."
Jealously then washed over LeBlanc's expression, "Look, I've been looking forward to this day for years, and I'm not letting you ruin this for me."
The man sighed, "So, you admit it, you did kill her family…"
"So, you figured it out, well done Captain Obvious." Emilia taunted, before reaching for the door knob toward Shauna's room. Vladimir quickly intercepted by sending a river of blood in front of her way.
"Hmm, so you do love her…"
Vladimir didn't spoke, he just gave the Deceiver an angered look.
"Fine, she gets to live for another hour," the Deceiver announced. "But her powers will be mine."
Vladimir raised a brow, "What powers?"
Emilia chuckled, "Since I have time, I'll tell you the story of the Vayne family." LeBlanc sat on her staff once again, and opened her mouth. "Long before I was born, the Vayne family possessed great power: the power to increase other's power level. And every 150 years, there will be one child from the family that will inherit the power through genetics."
"And Shauna is the one?"
LeBlanc nodded, "Her luscious powers flows through her blood, you know it too Vladimir, whenever you gather her blood, it's always so special from others. It's because it's power-infused. I must have that power; I'll suck it right out of her, and the best part is that you'll have to use sexual intercourse to get out of her. I also heard that she's sensitive, how adorable."
The Crimson Reaper felt disgusted, "But, when I-"
"Your powers aren't strong enough to release it," She interjected, not wanting to hear another word. "In fact, she doesn't know about her own hidden power."
"So, that's why you killed her family…"
"Yes, so they can't tell her about her powers, so it stays dormant in her blood until I get my hands on it."
"You're sick."
LeBlanc chuckled, "Why thank you, love. However, just wait until I start torturing her to death. It's going to be pleasant." She paused to release the air in her lungs. "Oh, how much I love this role."
Vladimir's voice deepened. "If you lay a finger on her-"
"You'll kill me?" LeBlanc finished, laughing. "Try it, you can't defeat me Vladimir, I'm Emilia LeBlanc, I'm immortal."
She was right, he can't 1v1 her, he'll just get melted. He curses LeBlanc's powers.
"And besides," She continued, laughing ever so softly. "Her body isn't going to be of used again to you, you already gotten your samples. In fact, I think you've gotten more than you should."
The Hemomancer for once in his life opposed something Noxus has decided to do, opposing Swain was one thing, but opposing LeBlanc was another. No one ever wins against LeBlanc and gets away with it.
"And besides, Dmitri wouldn't be pleased with you right now."
Tsk-ing, Vladimir felt vulnerable against the woman's toxic-dipped words, he then shrugged, trying to act innocent, "My dear, I am Dmitri, he lives inside me. He is pleased with whatever I do." Vladimir, you are one filthy liar. His consciousness told him.
"Anyways," LeBlanc smiled, changing the topic completely. "Remember to tie her, so she can't escape. Use rope, I like it when they're in pain."
"Her wrists are already sore," Vladimir interjected. "She doesn't need any more pain."
LeBlanc shrugged, "Fine, I'll do it myself. Do not interfere with this, Hemomancer. This is where my true power awaits." She then entered the room while summoning some chains.
End of Flashback
Tears began to stream out of Vayne's tears as she tried to kick LeBlanc away from her. It had been a while since she cried mournful tears.
"Don't…" Vayne sniffled, as she felt cold fingers slipping in her ripped mouth. She screamed as the mage's digits smashed in her core. When Vladimir enters her, she felt aroused, but when LeBlanc entered her, she felt violated. She wanted the pain the stop; she didn't want this at all.
"Behave," LeBlanc hissed, activating her magic and began to absorb Vayne's dormant magic. Shauna screamed in pain, sweat beads forming against her ivory skin. "The power is weaker than I expected." LeBlanc then huffed. "Of course, since it has been dormant in your idiotic body."
The Hunter began to fidget, chains clashing against her wrists, she felt like someone had just got stab in the heart, and was left to die on the cold cement.
"Where's your Prince Charming now?" LeBlanc taunted, as she continued to rip Vayne's life energy right out of her body.
Vayne tilted her head, noticing the door was open. More tears flew out of her eyes as she saw Vladimir observing her pain. He looked he was in pain as well. She wanted to call to him, but she knew that he wouldn't do anything; he'll just laugh at her.
"Vlad…" Shauna whispered, as she felt her life dripping out of her body. Her vision slowly dimmed.
That was when Vladimir burst into the room, and quickly jerked LeBlanc away. The transfusion was quickly cancelled, Vayne then gasped before losing her consciousness.
"Hemomancer, you idiotic creature," LeBlanc cried in rage. "I've been waiting for years to get that power, and you just… ruin everything! It will take years for the power to regenerate!"
Vladimir looked up from Vayne's body and frowned. "Get out of my house."
LeBlanc snarled as she twisted her heels and teleported away, but failed, she then tsk-ed in annoyance.
The Hemomancer chuckled as he covered Vayne with soft covers. "It seems you've drained the majority of your magic to absorb Shauna's hidden power, and you also used a large amount of magic to disable the Institute of War's power generator crystal. You'll need days to recover your strength, making you vulnerable." He stated, before kissing Vayne lightly on the forehead.
At this moment, the Hemomancer would expect her to feel weak and perhaps, beg for mercy; however, it was the opposite. The Mage laughed instead.
"Oh Vlad," She began. "Common misdirection… I can regenerate mana within minutes with this." She pointed at her pendant.
Vladimir then snorted; a fairy charm. He thought. That is her hidden weapon? "Beautiful dear," Vladimir chuckled, gathering his blood to form a chain above his head.
LeBlanc quickly took action, throwing her own Ethereal Chains towards the Blood Mage. Vladimir swiftly dodged it before tossing his chains at the mage; however, LeBlanc used her Distortion to avoid its damage and binding.
"What a waste of mana," the Hemomancer teased, licking his lips. "You won't regenerate enough to teleport back to your dear Swain."
Giggling ever so softly, Evanine rolled her eyes, "So, are we going to fight or no? I don't have all day, you know."
The Crimson Reaper chuckled grimly. "It will be my pleasure to squeeze your blood out of your system."
"How romantic…" Emilia murmured before throwing her Sigil of Silence at the Hemomancer. Vladimir ducked; however, leaving a scratch on his red velvet coat; he tsk-ed, staring at his ruined coat.
"Dear me, it'll take forever to get that fixed." Vladimir joked. Hastily ignoring his jacket, he unleashed an outpouring of blood and slammed it against LeBlanc's delicate skin, leaving various scars on her body. LeBlanc chuckled, before quickly healing back her wounds within a blink on an eye.
The Hemomancer tsk-ed in annoyance, "So, you're too chicken to use your actual body to fight. Mirror images…"
LeBlanc's clone shook her head, "I'm simply unavailable to continue the battle."
"Where are you?" Vladimir harshly yelled, reaching for an oracle potion in his pocket and quickly pour the pink, and bitter, potion down his throat. His eyes soon turned pink, allowing him to see invisible units. He raised his head when he saw Teemo, sighing, he sent spikes of blood at him, sending him to Thresh's lantern, but then, not even Thresh wants his soul. Sighing again, he turned his head around to see Emilia. The Hemomancer quickly blasted his blood at her stealth form. It was a fatal hit; however, she didn't look like she has taken any damage.
"Let's meet again." LeBlanc teased, blowing a kiss before teleporting away. Her clone dying soon afterwards, as Emilia's echo pounded through his skull.
Shyvana waited impatiently against the window for the past two hours. It was rumoured that the Kalamanda troop will return today before the sun set. She smiled brightly— for the first time in ages— waiting for her Prince Charming.
"Looks like Jarvan kept his words." The Dragon Princess said to herself, gently releasing the deoxygenated air in her lungs." She then felt a sudden kick inside her tummy before giggling. "Oh, looks like the kids are impatient too. Guess they got it from me."
"Shyvana?" a voice cried. The Redhead sat up from the velvet couch and walked toward the voice.
"Mother," Shyvana's voice cried out. "Is that you?"
Catherine appeared in front of her moments later, "Of course it's me, love, who else?"
"It could have been one of the maids." She would've said, instead, she went for a more formal answer. "I'm sorry, mother."
Catherine gave a small pout, "Oh come dear… We must make haste."
"For what?"
"For Jarvan's return, of course. You must be beautiful tonight. It must be a very romantic night."
Shyvana's face suddenly blushed up, "Mother, I'm sorry, but, I do not understand what you mean."
The Queen frowned. "You do know what I mean, child. Now come along, I got a very nice outfit for you."
Before she knew it, Shyvana was dragged down the corridor by her mother-in-law.
At the Institute of War, Quinn prepared to leave for her travels. Curling her lips, she stared of to the horizon. It's getting late, She thought to herself. I should get going before the sun sets.
Just as she said that, the hextech lights quickly flickered on, and the sound of Jinx's shrieks filled the hallways.
"The power is back on?" Quinn asked in confusion, racing outside of her room, carrying Valor's favourite treats, a black cape, her trusty crossbow, and Valoran currency in her pockets. Outside, she saw Vi and Jinx dashing the hallway, like playing cat and mouse. Then she saw her fellow summoner, Monochrome.
"Hello Summoner," Quinn shot out. "Can you do something for me?"
The Summoner smiled and held a finger against her lips before taking out a gun and shooting the wall behind her, revealing a Shaco who's deceive just expired, his nose just an inch away from the bullet. "Now, what can I do for you?"
"Can you take me to Noxus?" Quinn requested, staring at Shaco.
Monochrome smiled and nodded, "the power just came up, what a miracle, isn't it?" She tossed her hands in her bag in search of her summoner's orb. "So, is there any reason why you're going to Noxus?"
"I left something there," The Scout semi-lied. "Since it's late at night, I don't think anyone will be on to me."
"Good idea," Monochrome muttered. "I knew I should get organized…" She frowned, throwing her bag upside down, objects falling to the carpet floor.
"I should ask another summoner…" The Scout mumbled, after locking the door to her small room.
"Nononono, don't!" Monochrome screamed, grabbing her chipped orb on the ground. "Okayokayokay, I got my orb, see?" She then past a small gem to Quinn, explaining quickly that it's a teleport gem, allowing to transport a couple of bodies to any location they desire. The Scout quickly thanked the Summoner before tucking it in her pocket.
The Summoner smiled once more, before she synced her consciousness to the rounded, translucent object. Eyes flashing white, she placed her hand over Quinn's heart and mumbled a few words before Quinn felt her body floating on the atmosphere, her body transported to another location.
When Quinn regained her vision, it took a split second to remind herself that she was in Noxus, due to the aroma of Morgana's pastries lingering in her nostrils.
"Right, the portal leads to the pastry shop." She muttered, luckily, she didn't take her helmet with her, so she can put the cape over her head easily. Slipping out of the alley, she made her way to Swain's Manor.
Getting in Swain's Manor was one thing, getting out was another thing. His manor was filled of hextech cameras, and not to mention all the guards that walk around 24/7. Quinn then thought: Valor is dead if he mates with that raven. I don't want to take care of Hybrid Eagle-Raven birds. Shivering at that thought, she slipped into a small alleyway, leaving the busy streets and into a small cavern, which leads into Swain's mansion. "It's been a while since I came back to Noxus."
"Second attempt," Talon whispered to himself. "I have to do this." He jumped out of the air vent, before blending in the shadows, creeping in the house without anyone seeing him. With Talon's skills, it was easy to slip into the shadows and escape hastily. However, the obstacles had changed dramatically in one of the most dangerous place in Noxus, possibly, Valoran. The Assassin kept his cool before tunneling in another air vent, hoping to find Valor soon (and get him to safety) before Jericho comes back. Sighing, he eyed in all the rooms that have an air vent on its ceiling; however, due to Talon's trained patience (despite that fact he is a very impatient person in general) he finally found the room where Valor was in for the last two weeks.
"Come here, you dumb bird." Talon hissed, as he crawled out of the air vent and dangled upside down from the entrance, without another word, Valor was dragged up the vent, leaving Beatrice dumbfounded.
"Valor?" a voice cringed through Talon's skull. He quickly looked to his left, seeing Quinn crawling in the air vent.
"What are you doing here?" Talon asked, as he released Valor as Quinn reached for her love companion, Val.
"I got your letter from Cassiopeia, you're so stupid, you know?" She frowned. "I can't believe you would do this just so you don't have to see hybrid birds flying around the Noxian sky."
"You don't need- get the fuck out of here." Talon hissed, shoving Quinn away from him.
"Hey! I worked hard to get in this tiny air vent. I've been working out just to fit in this thing!"
"I told you a million times not to eat those cookies." The Assassin reminded her.
"Well, I couldn't help myself, you baked really good cookies." The Scout protested, flushing up at the last part. Val squawked afterwards.
"Hush, you dumb bird," The Assassin muttered. "You'll attract the guards."
"Uh, Talon?" Quinn asked, poking the Noxian. Talon looked at her and then looked down at the air vent. They already did.
"Fuck." Talon hissed. "Let's just slowly crawl out." Valor, the idiotic bird, squawked again, and arrows were flying toward them.
"Valor, you idiot!" Quinn and Talon yelled together, before running[2] toward the exit.
When they jumped out of the air vent, they ran toward the busy streets, dashing for their lives. That was when black magicks started to fly the atmosphere, accidently hitting innocent bystanders, or missing the couple by a few inches.
"Where are we running to?" The Scout questioned.
"How the fuck do I know? Just run!" Talon shot back, increasing his pace as arrows started to dive toward them; however, he wasn't aware that an enormous mana-infused arrow was aimed at him. But Quinn did, hopping from behind and took the shot for him.
[1]- I am sorry in French. I think that's right, I'm still learning French. I'M SORRY FOR ANYONE THAT SPEAKS FRENCH AND READS THIS.
[2]- I assume the air vent is at least three feet tall, I guess they can run in the air vent, maybe in a really strange fashion, who knows? IMAGINATION.
Anyways, thank you for reading, have a good (early) Harrowing everyone! REMEMBER TO FLOSS. FLOSSING IS GOOD FOR YOU.
