"That's it"

The scout smiles weakly, she presses herself against the vampire, brushing her bloody lips against the huntress' painting them crimson and Shauna just whimpers, trapped inside the arms of her beautiful captor. Quinn pauses for a moment in order to give the vampire a little peck on the lips before speaking in a calm, soothing tone.

"Shhh… It's ok. I am not going to hurt you, I am your mate remember?"

Shauna doesn't answer of course, but she flinches and obediently lowers her head and opens her mouth all the while looking at her submissively, allowing the scout to feed her even more of the delicious crimson nectar that prolongs her torment. She swallows a sip, and then another one and she can just drink a bit more before finally releasing a weak, pitiful sound that makes Quinn's eyes well with tears. The scout instantly stops restraining her and moves away as the vampire starts sobbing silently, burying her head into her pillow.

"A-are you in pain? Did I give you too much again?"

It is a legitimate question really, since Quinn has made that particular mistake before, forcing the injured and still mute huntress to consume larger quantities of blood than her fragile body could handle. The results were horrific. Intense pain, severe bleeding, violent convulsions and choked screams resulting in Shauna losing consciousness for hours or even entire days, trapped in the horrifying landscape of her nightmares. Yet Shauna has never seemed to care enough to alert the scout upon reaching her limit so every new meal is usually accompanied by a constant feeling of dread and anxiety for the younger woman.

Wails, sobs, more silent whimpering and Quinn is carefully laying next to her, pulling her vampire closer, letting the Night Hunter rest her head against her chest, fingers dancing over the poor creature's fair features, stroking her cheeks, head and even her hair while humming to her soothingly, whispering little nothings.

"What's wrong? You usually let me feed you until I decide that you've had enough or you start having a seizure. What's different this time?"

The vampire starts coughing, she then takes a few quick breaths but remains silent, pressing herself against the warm scout and that's another oddity. Shauna would usually remain still after one of their feeding sessions. Cold, motionless, unresponsive as if trying to make her tormentor lose interest in her lest she has to suffer some terrible form of punishment, so Vayne's current behavior is uncharacteristic to say the least.

"What's wrong, Shauna? Please tell me, what's scaring you?"

Quinn waits patiently, dexterous fingers now moving towards the scarred trembling back and the thick scarlet bandages covering the back of the vampire, rubbing small circles against the bruised and injured flesh. Another sob and then a sniffle, Shauna opens her mouth as if to answer, a soft weak croak of a sound barely escaping her lips before her lips close again and her body stiffens almost the same exact moment when someone knocks on the door.

Quinn suddenly stiffens she tenderly wraps one hand around the vampire and reaches for her crossbow, aiming its crosshairs straight at room's entrance and the mysterious visitor unnerving her weakened savior. Unfortunately the ranger doesn't have the time to ponder the possibilities of the stranger's identity since it is only a matter of seconds before the doorknob abruptly twists and the door slowly swings open revealing non other that the Exemplar of Demacia, Jarvan Lightshield the fourth himself. The prince pauses and then blinks, blue eyes calmly staring into the agitated expression of the Demacian ranger and the loaded crossbow aimed at his face.

"Quinn? What's wron-"

*Thack

A crossbow bolt embeds itself next to the Prince's and the Exemplar of Demacia scoffs, grimacing in annoyance.

"That's not funny, Quinn. It seems I would have to order you to lower your crossbow. I though that you of all people would know better than pointing a weapon at your future king."

Vayne keeps sniffling, head still pressed against the crook of the scout's throat, trembling scarred fingers coiling around the hem of the ranger's shirt holding it for dear life and the Prince attempts to approach them when another bolt instantly flies toward his face, grazing the ornate crown on his head before impaling itself on the wall behind him.

"Don't come any closer, you've hurt her enough already."

Jarvan blinks, he pauses staying relatively still for a moment all the while eyeing the scout warily before his gaze finally settles back to Vayne and he sighs in defeat before raising his hands in surrender.

"Ok, Quinn I can see what set you off and why you would be so angry with me, but you have to understand why I did it. Shauna was surely going to hurt somebody and I was forced to contain her in order to avoid her hurting innocent civilians and while I admit that her treatment was a bit uncivilized at times I can assure you that the final results were completely satisfactory and beneficial for all of us."

Her dominant hand is trembling, her lips are forming a thin line, the wounded creature in her arms is sobbing quietly, sweating bullets and Quinn can't help but want to murder the pompous bastard of a heir, but she somehow manages to contain her rage even for the time being. Quinn's amber eyes narrow dangerously as her mind starts pondering the words of the sadistic monarch.

"Satisfactory? How so? You took an innocent child and turned it into your own twisted puppet before unleashing it on your enemies!"

Her voice is harsh, her words venom and Vayne quivers uncomfortably until the softhearted scout starts caressing her head and hair bringing her some semblance of safety. The future king of Demacia just stares at her annoyed before he starts speaking in a calm measured voice brimming with authority.

"You make me look like a villain, scout. Most people would have slain the demon spawn the moment they laid eyes on it, but I spared her, I trained her and I even raised her to be the fierce warrior that she is today. I know I might have been a bit harsh at times, but that's life and in the end both of us gained something from our little transaction. Demacia gained a new champion to fight her glory, the world gained a new defender against the dark forces of the Shadow Isles and Shauna found a new goal in life by exterminating the filthy abominations that is her kind. "

No, no, no, no, this is wrong, this is too much. There is no possible way this person can be considered a human being, or the future king of a country for that matter. The prince is cruel, twisted, a rotten soul hidden inside a shell of gold and precious gems, encased in the colors of justice. How could she be so blind before? She wonders. How did she fail to see the beast hidden under the skin of this man, proudly following him to battle. Vampires and specters are not the real monsters Quinn suddenly realizes. No, that title is conserved for those wicked creatures called humans.

"And traumas, countless traumas and mental scars she will never be free of."

She spats and the prince pauses for a moment before nodding, and there is a flicker of sorrow hidden deep inside the fierce aquamarine prison of his eyes before he quickly dismisses it with a shrug and a tired sigh.

"Maybe, but Shauna had to be taught discipline or we were risking the safety and wellbeing of the citizens."

The Prince smiles, the vampire whimpers and Quinn's finger starts pulling the trigger of her crossbow, bolt aimed straight for the Exemplar's forehead, but the heir is not done quite yet, five more words escape his lips before the ranger finally decides to silence him. Forever.

"It had to be done."

Quinn grits her teeth, she opens her mouth to retort and then abruptly freezes, her mind suddenly overwhelmed by countless blurry images of blood, gore and despair and the heart-shattering screams of a little girl ringing clearly in her ears. Shauna.

"Just fucking die already."

The scout roars as she unloads every single one of her crossbow bolts into the smirking visage of the Demacian royalty, but the bolts just stop mid flight, harmlessly suspended in the air by the powerful ethereal magic of an awestruck Janna.

The prince just smiles and reaches for something behind his back before presenting them with a single white rose, which he then proceeds to place on top of the vampire's nightstand.

"Tell Vayne I said hi and please give her my best wishes."

And then just like that with a small smile and a spring on his step he is gone, leaving her with a silent Vayne and a confused windmage and more boiling anger than Quinn has ever thought possible, and Shauna isn't trembling or crying anymore and she is in fact completely motionless, so Quinn normally assumes that Shauna has in fact fainted, but the vampire's eyes are still wide open under the tearstained bandages and there is an entirely new kind of emotion slowly brewing inside the depths of the huntress' now muddy brown eyes.

Hate, in its most pure, primal form, uncontrollable hate, enough to drown the entire world in a sea of fire.