Vayne eyed the scout, her shocked gaze locked on the woman's amber orbs. Quinn smirks, she wraps her hands around the huntress as if sensing that she is about to run away. She kisses Vayne on the lips, but the vampire doesn't even notice it.
"it's you isn't it? The girl from the forest."
Quinn nods, her smile never reaching her eyes.
"You should have noticed it sooner, now you belong to me."
Vayne looks at her confused, the scout waits for a few moments before sighing in disappointment.
"You don't even know about your own nature."
Her smile suddenly returns.
"Do you know what happens when a vampire feasts on the verge of dying and the victim survives?"
Vayne shakes her head, she has studied her curse for a long time, desperately searching for a cure, a glint of shimmering light in the darkness. The information was scarce at best for there was no place for black magic and creatures of the night in Demacia where the heretics' books were burned on sight and the creatures of the night were executed on the spot. The only reason her head was still attached on her shoulders was because she had agreed to hunt down her kind, a mission she had accepted willingly.
Her travels on the shadow isles bared more fruits, there she found soulless corpses waking among the undead. Sinister, twisted forms of unlife that gave an entire new meaning to the word abomination. The powerful grimoires of the witches filled her with despair, for there was no cure, no magical salve or antidote capable of reversing her condition. She was going to spend the rest of her life as a bloodsucking monster. Her need for knowledge ended that day. It faded, like her fake hopes and dreams, buried under a pile of battered corpses and twitching skeletons.
"The hunter and the prey become linked."
Quinn's voice brought her back to reality.
"Connected in heart and spirit alike. The vampire is chained in a life or servitude, damned to serve its would be pray for the rest of its days. it can't stay away, it can't harm its master, it cannot even drink another person's blood without getting sick and feeble."
Vayne's eyes widened, her hand shoots out to grab Quinn's neck. She holds her there for a moment, her pale, slender fingers wrapped around the scout's soft neck, her hand ready to end her life at a moments notice. Quinn takes on an innocent guise.
"Are you going to steal another child from my mother?"
Vayne falters, her hand growing weak and she pauses until she suddenly feels a stab in the chest and she collapses, landing breathlessly inside the scout's waiting arms. She stays there, patiently waiting in complete silence while she tries to recover, small torrents of pain travelling through her body like liquid sunlight sparkling in her veins. Quinn mockingly leans in to kiss the hunter on the forehead.
"I told you, you can't harm your master, little pet."
Her voice is calm and even like she is speaking to a naughty child as she brings her hand in front of the Night Hunter's eyes. There is a black symbol imprinted on the scout's arm, right on top of the bite mark where Vayne's fangs has punctured her skin. it looks like a banner of sorts, an inky small bat with spread wings, it's lower half turning into thin curved lines that distantly resembled a heart.
"How far to actually being dead do you think you came to last night? Hm?"
Her lips gently touch the Night Hunter's ear, giving Vayne a little peck.
"You. Are. Mine."
The vampire hisses.