The town was a nickname for the area surrounding the Institute of war. What had started as a few inns and shops to accommodate potential champions and ambassadors had soon transformed into a full-fledged city overflowing with restaurants, artisans and market stalls competing for the attention of the wealthy individuals that gathered in the Institute. It was hardly a surprise really. What better way to promote your items than having a champion wear them? The allure of owning the same boots or jewelry as the kings and queens of Valoran was quite enticing.

Quinn paced among the stalls, her eyes scanning the crowd for a familiar woman dressed in black. The shop owners waved at her eager to get her patronage, a group of summoners were arguing loudly about their favorite champions, men and women of all ages wandered around aimlessly checking the stalls. Quinn sighted, there was no sign of Shauna Vayne, the vampire seemed to dislike crowds and large gatherings in the first place so the reason she had come here was beyond her.

She decided to head to the outskirts where the town was still under construction and the people were fewer. The terrain slowly changed as the stalls gave way to houses and the buildings became smaller and humbler. Quinn's steps led her to a building site, she eyed the structure curiously as she felt as if something was drawing her in. That was weird, it looked like an ordinary building to her and yes there were holes instead of windows and the building was taller than the average house but that was it.

The scout entered the site and headed for the stairs, she might be able to spot Vayne from the rooftop. Quinn smiled, the hunter was probably starving by now, her mind consumed by her unending thirst for blood. A thirst that only her blood could sate, but the scout had no intention of stopping her torment, Vayne deserved every second of agony that she experienced for what she did to her brother.

She reached the roof and was about to approach the railing when her boot stumbled in something. She frowned, her eyes moving downwards only to widen in shock at the sight of the body. It was a woman, so pale and peaceful it appeared as if she was sleeping, except that she wasn't, there were wounds on her neck, the small round wounds that haunted Quinn's dreams since her childhood. She gulped, her trembling hand reaching for the crossbow in her belt. there was another figure on the rooftop, she realized. An old man in ragged clothing crying on his knees while clenching the railing.

"Sir?"

Quinn approached him cautiously her crossbow aimed at his crouched form, there were bloodstains on his clothes. The man ignored her, continuing to sob loudly.

"Are you alright, sir?"

The man trembled in fear, his hands shielding his face from the horror in front of his eyes.

"She is here!"

Quinn jumped in surprise her eyes scanning the rooftops around her, her crossbow following her gaze.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Vampire!"

The man pointed at the door and Quinn took a step back while aiming at the entrance. She gasped, because there, standing on the doorstep wearing her usual black outfit was none other than Shauna Vayne. The vampire noble was staring at her, her ruby eyes hidden behind a pair of scarlet shades.

"You monster."

Quinn felt her blood boil, the image of her murdered brother flashing in front her eyes again and again. Vayne had finally lost it, she had reverted back to her days of carnage, ending innocent lives and stealing loved ones from their families. Quinn scowled, she should have put her down when she had the chance, now the blood of that woman was on her hands.

The scout screamed, her weapon pointing at the hunter's general direction before she pulled the trigger, sending her bolt to bury itself on the vampire's shoulder. Vayne didn't even blink, she eyed the projectile now covered in her own blood before staring back at Quinn expectantly. She tilted her head, her face an emotionless mask.

"Are you finished?"

Quinn gritted her teeth, she fired again, her bolt glazing the hunter's cheek and she swore, both hands clenching the crossbow trying to sturdy the weapon. It was no use, she was trembling too much and there was no way she could stop shaking, not when her brother's murderer was right in front of her. Vayne took a step at her direction and Quinn fired again, the dart missing the vampire by a long shot, she took a step back. Vayne was now less than two meters away from her, Quinn positioned herself between the vampire and her next victim, hellbent on protecting the old man. She took a deep breath and aimed her crossbow straight at the vampire's ridiculously calm face.

She heard the sound before she managed to pull the trigger. A low threatening hiss coming from behind her, Quinn felt dread clenching her heart as Her eyes slowly moved to glance sideways. The old man had risen from the ground and he was staring right at her, fury obvious in his eyes, Quinn barely noticed the blood dripping from his beard and the fangs poking out of his mouth.

She was in the air the next moment, launched to the sky raising slowly. She blinked in confusion and then she started falling, her body suddenly diving to the concrete three storeys down. She tried to scream, her hands wrapping around her head desperately trying to shield herself from the fall but It was no use, she was falling too fast and her toes were pointing at the sky, the fall would surely kill her. Quinn saw the ground rushing up to meet her and she closed her eyes.

Thump!