One of the unused scenes I have kept from the 'Of Hunters and Scouts' series. Also the site has been giving me errors all week, I get no emails, alerts and upload notifications and I keep getting error messages whenever I try uploading a new chapter. So if anyone out there has recently reviewed in one of my stories and you can't see the review it isn't because I deleted it, but due to the site never sending it to me in the first place. Tags: Slight Yuri, Hurt/Comfort, Quinn, Vayne, Nightmares.
Death, blood and thunder, the images keep flashing in front of Vayne's currently shut eyes chasing away the sweet tranquility of sleep, and the fragments of fear remain still buried there, lodged in the young woman's brain even when the nightmare slowly fades away and the Night Hunter's red panicked eyes suddenly snap wide open. The vampire is trembling, her body and forehead already covered in a thick layer of cold sweat as Vayne hurriedly gets up and stumbles towards the bathroom's door, the naked soles of her pale feet clumsily slipping over the small carpet in front of the bathroom's door and then the cream-colored tiles of the floor next to the toilet.
A muffled grunt unintentionally escapes from Vayne's lips as the Night Hunter dives, practically lunges towards the porcelain bowl before the contents of her stomach suddenly explode outwards, dark crimson droplets of coppery life-nectar abruptly raining down the porcelain bowl leaving the shaken benevolent vampire completely and utterly breathless. Vayne chokes for a few more agonizingly long seconds and then she sighs, her gaze still locked on the bloodstained toilet bowl even as Quinn's loud footsteps abruptly announce her soulmate's approach.
Vayne sighs, a small grumble already escaping from the sick vampire's bloodstained lips along with a trickle of crimson blood even as Quinn silently kneels behind Shauna's hunched form and proceeds to gently wrap her arms around the pale panting vampire's stomach. Vayne instinctively almost purrs when she abruptly feels her soulmate pressing one side of her face against her still trembling, impossibly rigid back as Quinn quietly waits for her lover to calm down.
"I am sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up.. I am fine." The Night Hunter tries to reassure her lover, but Quinn will have none of it and so Vayne sighs in both annoyance and relief when the scout blatantly ignores her words and chooses to casually lean in and kiss one of Shauna's pale scarred shoulder blades in a way she knows that Vayne finds both intimate and soothing.
Quietly and ever so slowly as if the young vampire had been somehow trapped underwater for whole decades and has to learn how to breathe all over again, oxygen seems to start flowing back inside the tormented Night Hunter's lungs and the haze of fear and despair that had been clouding Vayne's head, slowly starts fading.
"You've had another nightmare?" Quinn finally asks against scarred pale flesh after a few tense, silent minutes slowly manage to tick by and the tone of her voice is so gentle and soft as if she is speaking to a scared lost child, the perfect balm for the shattered hurt soul of the cursed Night Hunter and Shauna both loves and hates the way the ranger's low, caring voice so effortlessly plays with her aching heartstrings. And so Vayne unknowingly falls for the kind Demacian scout all over again when the vampire suddenly feels tanned gentle arms slightly tightening their hold around her no longer upset stomach and even more kisses being pressed against her scarred pale shoulder blades.
"Yes, I am sorry. Get back to sleep, my love and I'll be joining you soon. I am going to be fine now, I promise."
But Quinn doesn't even attempt to relinquish her hold on the vampire's stomach and the scout just opts to stay by her beloved shaken soulmate, holding Vayne's still visibly trembling form while whispering sweet nothings against her lover's scarred shoulder. And so time keeps dragging by and a few minutes later Vayne's trembling just ceases completely and the Night Hunter confesses her love to Quinn once more as the pale moon sets and the bright sun emerges from behind the distant mountains shedding radiant rays of hope that chase away the previous night's fears and darkness.