Vayne dashes out of the room, heart pumping in her ears, running silently across the hallway, Sticking to the shadows out of habit.
The corridor is almost empty. Lux spots her and greets her with a smile. She runs past Xin Zhao that raises an eyebrow. Galio ignores her.
She heads to her door and unlocks it, slamming the door shut behind her, making sure that no one is going to disturb her.
Vayne pauses to take a breath, her eyes darting across the room only to stop upon landing on the refrigerator, an expensive hextech machine imported all the way from Piltover. She approaches the handle and opens the door, her eyes staring intently at the glimmering ice, and the blood bags buried underneath it. She grabs one and opens it, staining the floor with crimson, she raises the bag to her lips and drinks a mouthful, spilling more human juice on the tiles.
Vayne waits. One, two, three seconds. Nothing happens, she takes another sip and then another one, painting her insides red. Her eyes burn like embers. She puts the bag back in the fridge and sighs in relief. She is ok, everything is ok, Quinn was bluffing.
And then it hits her. The pain almost makes her scream, she grabs the side of the table to avoid collapsing on the floor, her knuckles turning white from the effort to steady herself. Her insides are on fire, her heart is a scorched mess, she is pretty sure her guts are going to explode.
Vayne buries her fangs on her lips, she can almost feel the life slipping out of her body. The room is spinning, her legs are shaking, the light in her eyes dims. She is dying.
And suddenly it is over. The pain fades, the knot in her chest dissolves, She can finally hear her own frantic breathing and more importantly breathe again. Her limbs are numb and heavy, but she can move them and her fangs have retreated back in her mouth. Everything is normal.
She absentmindedly touches the wound on her lips and gazes at her fingers. She is still bleeding.