Tags: Vayne, Kayle, Yuri, Drama Hurt/Comfort.

Vayne blinks in confusion when the infamous Night Hunter abruptly finds the proud Judicator sleeping soundly on a bench in the Institute's Garden. The blonde angel's fair face is uncovered for once and Kayle's long golden trenches are splayed around the unconscious woman's head like some kind of flowing organic hallo. The vampiric Night Hunter pauses for a moment or two, Shauna's perplexed ruby eyes intently wandering across the sleeping angel's visibly red face, the nocturnal huntress' nostrils actually flaring in disgust from the strong scent of alcohol that's practically engulfing the winged woman's body.

Was Kayle drunk perhaps? That had to really be the case judging by the way the blushing blonde celestial had curled up on top of the secluded garden bench, Kayle's favorite helmet resting against the celestial warrior's chest, her hands unwittingly grasping the heavy metallic object like it was some kind of a strange armored teddy bear.

Vayne then spots the transparent trails of fresh tears that are still visible on the winged beauty's face, she listens to Kayle's hitched breaths, examines her fidgeting hands, the pitiful way in which the mighty Judicator is attempting to nestle against the hard inanimate object in her arms and tries to make herself look smaller as if she is in mortal danger.

There are other things that the pale vampire notices after a bit. Curious things, important things. Little details like the scrunched up present that is lying under the garden bench and the Happy Birthday Morgana song that's emanating from the distant lit windows of the buzzing mess hall building. Shauna bites her bottom lip as she once again examines the sleeping angel on the bench, the noble vampire's crimson gaze indecisively darting between the silent trees the brown foliages of which are rustling in the cool autumn breeze and the suddenly shivering form of the vulnerable Judicator that's resting on the cold garden bench.

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Damn

Vayne sighs and grumbles something nasty under her breath before the brooding huntress carefully lifts the sleeping beauty from the hard unforgiving surface of the garden bench, the unconscious angel's hands still tightly grasping the general mass of her imposing golden helmet against the poor aching muscle that fuels Kayle's pained heartbeat. With swift and silent footsteps the cursed vampire carries the drunken celestial warrior in her arms towards the angel's private chambers.

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The journey to Kayle's room is thankfully enough a quick and uneventful one. Shauna briefly pauses in front of the door and borrows the keys from the still sleeping form of the unresponsive Judicator before she deftly unlocks Kayle's door with a low irritated sigh. The black-haired huntress then quietly carries the unconscious blonde swordswoman to the safety of the angel's bedroom and gently sets down the drunken woman over the linen white sheets and the bed's soft mattress.

Shauna pauses and grimaces once more as she lays eyes on the figure of the unconscious woman before her. Kayle is still wearing her armored golden attire, minus the helmet of course, the celestial swordswoman's magnificent ivory wings shifting uncomfortably as the poor inebriated female is subconsciously trying to curl up in a better sleeping position as to avoid having her armored weight accidentally crush her soft white plumage.

Shauna makes as if to leave, but the brooding huntress abruptly freezes in her tracks when the grumpy vampire grudgingly decides to take one last peek at the innocent defenseless form of the drunken sleeping blonde woman. The Formerly sleeping blonde woman, Vayne notes at once with some degree of both horror and surprise… The infamous Night Hunter's piercing sanguine glare unexpectedly meeting two chips of wet sky blue eyes.

"V-Vayne?"

The upset Judicator examines the pale vampire that's standing in front of her with a pair of pained stormy eyes the color of recently unearthed blue topaz and Kayle's hold around the golden helmet in her chest tightens considerably when the loud cheers and the happy yelling that's coming out of the crowded mess hall abruptly rise in volume. Vayne simply nods her head in a sharp and courteous manner before the black-haired bloodsucking demon with the eyes made of liquid life and the visage made out of white chalk soundlessly turns around fully intent on just walking away from all of this mess and simply get out of the now apparently conscious righteous angel's bedroom.

A strong hand desperately wrapping around the solitary Night Hunter's black sleeve stops Shauna's swift departure, an unexpected croak almost makes her pale body jolt as a weak whisper abruptly kisses the late-night's tense air.

"Please stay."

The vampire turns around in order to face the obviously awake Judicator that's watching her through pained wet sky blue eyes. And such expressive azure gemstones that Kayle's eyes are at the moment. Those glistering aquamarine mirrors that are staring straight at Shauna are such pleading and sad orbs of pain. Those two shinning blue gems are frightened eyes, lonely eyes, eyes more suited to a scared toddler that's lost alone in the woods rather than a veteran warrior and not to mention an actual immortal.

Vayne is not particularly close to Kayle, heck she is not particularly close to anyone and yet that pleading gaze reminds Shauna of a pale young girl that's begging for the company of her glaring servants. It reminds her of a dark manor's empty hallways and a figure that's trying to muffle its low sobs every night while cowering inside her deceased papa's old ornate closet.

The lonely, sobbing child's eyes are red like freshly spilled blood, its tormented soul blackened by a sin that it never truly committed.

"…"

Fine…

The female vampire slowly nods as the Demacian noblewoman quietly proceeds to carefully sit herself on the edge of Kayle's bed and Vayne after some pesky contemplation and inner turmoil even decides to help the drunken woman finally remove her golden armor and her boots and her surprisingly heavy exotic gauntlets now that the inebriated angel somehow happens to be conscious.

The Celestial's armored boots are soon placed on the floor near the blushing drunken warrior's bed, the golden breastplate is set down on a wooden nearby table.

Even then, Kayle doesn't dare to completely release her hold on the sleeve of the other much paler woman. Frantic and trembling fingers instantly wrapping around the dark fabric of Shauna's clothes once more the moment the majestic golden gauntlets are hurriedly removed from the inebriated Judicator's twitchy and numb appendages.

The cursed noblewoman pretends that she doesn't notice the celestial warrior's apparent desperation and the reclusive vampire barely resists her instinctive urge to violently jerk her hand away from the hold of the clearly upset blonde stranger. Kayle's weak and uncertain grip shyly glides up in order for the lightly sniffling angel to hesitantly grasp the vampire's pale fingers after a few tense and awkward minutes of silence and surprisingly enough Vayne doesn't actually leave or pushes Kayle away and allows it.

The irony of the moment isn't lost on either of them. Shauna is a creature of darkness and yet here she is awkwardly attempting to comfort the proud Judicator with her conflicted threatening presence and the feeling of her cursed flesh against Kayle's feverish skin. The proud Judicator's past zeal for the utter annihilation of everything dark and corrupted that didn't share Kayle's pious ideals had once led to her severing her bonds with her dear sister, Morgana along with the Fallen Angel's wings and any faint possibility of the two of them ever acting like actual siblings.

And yet now a creature as dreaded and impure as the pale, red-eyed woman that was currently sitting beside her on the bed. That often mocked and oh so despised and completely misunderstood taciturn stranger that was kind enough to stay by her side during this moment of weakness, was the only respite and company that Kayle could presently afford to have and rely upon now that the guilt of the Judicator's past actions had finally caught up with her and resurfaced to torment the righteous celestial tonight.

"P-please, don't abandon me too. Don't walk away and leave me a-alone right now. P-please, please I am begging you. Don't cast me away like the others."

The wretched lone vampire doesn't answer the crying woman's desperate pleas, crimson hellish orbs merely burning with powerful intensity in the relative darkness of the sobbing angel's bedroom as Morgana's birthday celebration comes to an end and the shouts coming from the crowded mess hall gradually start fading into the veil of night. Kayle falls asleep after about half an hour of painful heartache and a lot of shed bitter tears while the crying angel anxiously waits for Shauna to laugh in her face and then abandon her like so many others before her.

But curiously enough that never happens, and the poor sniffling Judicator soon falls asleep with Kayle either being too tired or too emotionally spent for the Celestial warrior to stay awake until she can welcome the light of the sun and see the next dawn.

Shauna doesn't make any attempt to make herself more comfortable or to lay down by the fragile sleeping angel's side during the night. She does keep holding the blonde woman's hand for hours upon hours however as if she has forgotten about it, and Vayne watches over the vulnerable form of the celestial being as the Judicator sleeps.

Shauna even reaches out to brush away some of Kayle's leftover tears once or twice now that nobody is present to witness this small act of kindness, until the first rays of the morning light start blistering the black-haired vampire's pale skin and the cursed noble has to retreat back to the gloomy safety of her own private chambers.

Vayne hesitantly pauses to spare a quick glance at the relaxed form of the sleeping angel that's lying on the bed before she departs. The fallen noblewoman then proceeds to remove Kayle's golden helmet from the slumbering angel's other hand and carefully places it on the unconscious warrior's bed stand. The fallen noble delays her departure just a bit more in order to tidy the blonde woman's bed sheets with clumsy and uncertain hands. The brooding huntress also covers Kayle's vulnerable and unresponsive body with a thick blanket that the red-eyed vampire finds in a closet in order to ward off the cold wind gusts of the season.

The Night Hunter then leaves the room while running a hurt, burned hand through her long midnight trenches. Shauna releases a tired sigh. An azure-colored orb stealthily opens to follow the clearly exhausted huntress as Vayne exits the room, a hint of rouge now sprinkled over the Judicator's peculiar sleepy visage.

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Shauna is either dead or she is dying. Probably the latter one since the injured dexterous huntress is almost certain that surprisingly enough she is still somehow capable of breathing and coughing droplets of crimson liquid for the time being. But then again Vayne knows that won't last for long given her current terrible predicament.

The Night Hunter can't see a thing at the moment. Vayne's vision is too blurry for her to understand what's happening around her. She only knows that she is bleeding out. Her body broken and her heartbeat slowing down with each passing painful beat of the abused clenching muscle as the army of undead abominations around her leisurely begin surrounding her.

Shauna more feels than sees the dark creature's moving closer to her, fangs, bony skeletal fingers and sharp inhuman claws already tearing at her bleeding flesh with apparent joy and fervor. Vayne attempts to fight them off for a slim second and then pain flares across the entire bloodstained and mutilated mass that she once called her body and the huntress coughs out another mouthful of blood as Vayne resigns herself to her fate.

There is a sudden explosion of golden light and the undead monstrosities instantly scatter away with scared grunts and horrendous gargles of fear that the Night Hunter couldn't have even thought possible for the undead horrors to produce before that very moment.

Another series of fiery explosions makes her eardrums ring and Vayne coughs out what may as well be her last breath in this world as a radiant golden figure hurriedly lunges down from the burning sky and kneels beside the dying Night Hunter. Strong and yet delicate hands lift Vayne's unresponsive body from the dirty and cold bloodstained pavement, somebody brushes a lone black strand of sticky red hair away from her face and behind her pale ear as the hazy golden and white figure in front of her begins frantically calling her name in fright.

…Who?

There is even more blinding light now, the injured vampire tastes blood as her savior attempts feeding her some of the rejuvenating scarlet liquid, but Vayne has some trouble swallowing it at the moment and so the hunter ends up spilling most of the warm liquid with a pained croaked sob and an involuntary shudder.

Her desperate savior tries and fails yet again to feed her some of the blood and then something soft and wet is pressed against Vayne's bruised and torn lips, gentle hands shifting behind the vampire's hunched back as Shauna abruptly finds herself nestling against the body of a winged armored woman.

The fallen noble's eyesight plays some aggravating tricks on her, Vayne's blurry vision rapidly alternating between swimming, clearing and diming much like the pale woman's pulse while trembling celestial digits are tenderly stroking the injured female's shredded back and the clammy skin of her drained face.

It seems like hours for Kayle until Vayne finally manages to swallow some of the panicked angel's blood. The crimson sanguine fluid reluctantly sliding down the broken creature's throat until it gathers inside Vayne's stomach causing a familiar comforting warmth to gradually spread across the shredded being's frame. Shauna is feeling even sleepier now due to the sweet haze of warm fresh blood in her tongue and her body just uselessly droops against that of her extremely relieved angelic savior.

Something is lightly pressed against Shauna's temple and the caressing on her back keeps going at full force. The broken creature tries to blink away the black spots that are dancing in front of her face. She tries to clear the thick mist that's fogging her tired mind.

"It's ok. You are going to be alright now." A feminine voice informs the wounded huntress reassuringly and bleary unfocused red eyes attempt to discover the source of the sound even if Vayne's brain has already started shutting down from the pain and the exhaustion that's racking her body. Something big soft and white gently brushes against the remnants of Shauna's torn outfit and covers the exposed dirty skin of the vampire that is exposed to the world through the tears in her slashed black clothes.

Something fluffy and soft carefully wraps around the cursed noblewoman's pitiful broken form, the wet pressure against Vayne's temple momentary returning as her savior kisses her while whispering to her calming reassurances.

"Wh..?"

Vayne attempts to speak, she tries to croak something, maybe even to utter a word or ask a question. All that she accomplishes is to produce a whimpering sound that's too faded and jumbled to mean anything and causes a crimson trickle of blood to slide down her chin and land on her bruised collar bone.

"Shh.. I am right here now. It's ok, Shauna, you can rest." And it is at this specific point that the Night Hunter just gives up as her body betrays her. The injured vampire let's her chin slide down against the strong shoulder of her celestial savior as her whole body goes limp and then relaxes, Vayne's limbs now totally unresponsive. Shauna's eyelids slowly flutter and then close as her head somehow finds its way to the crook of the celestial woman's neck.

Kayle allows her lips to form a small bitter smile as the blonde angel tenderly holds the now unconscious Night Hunter in her strong armored arms, the Judicator's concerned sky blue eyes misty and wet and her pure ivory wings protectively wrapped around the body of the injured pale woman that she had almost just lost forever. The armor-clad angel leans down to gently press a kiss against the bloodied temple of the wounded huntress that's resting on her lap one last time as Kayle anxiously waits for the defenseless vampire's whizzed and ragged breathing to finally be restored and for Vayne's frighteningly slow heartbeat to hopefully return back to normal.

Kayle holds Shauna close as the unconscious vampire keeps breathing slowly, the Night Hunter's chest rising and falling with each painful breath that she inhales, small unintentional shudders occasionally running down the injured lithe female's weakened frame.

The rigid Judicator has to restrain herself from examining Shauna's exposed fair milky skin or stare at the cursed noblewoman's pale visage from so close as Kayle gently lifts Vayne from the dirty floor. The angel then finds a wall to settles down against and sets Vayne on her lap as tenderly as she can manage, the vampire's head resting against the blonde female's shoulder like the sleeping princess of an old forgotten fairytale. The angel catches a peek of Shauna's relaxed expression and briefly glances at the other woman's closed eyelids for a moment before she hesitantly leans down and kisses her.

The sleeping princess doesn't magically wake up from her dreamless slumber due to the angel's chaste kiss like in the stories, but that's perfectly fine with Kayle, especially if that means that the celestial warrior can keep holding the beautiful female vampire in her arms for just a few moments longer.

The End

Writer's notes: And I am like, you know what would be cute? A KaylexVampireVayne story. Light and darkness. It doesn't have to be anything flashy or long, let's just write a few sentences down to get the ship out of our system. 1.2K words, Err it's longer than I had expected, but that's fine I guess. You know what would be cool? A short extra hurt/comfort scene where Kayle's debt is repaid and we can have some nice warm interactions for contrast to the first part. You know the drill, loose descriptions, blurry visuals, just have some fun and keep it short. 1.8 K words…

B-but the story might feel incomplete, if we just end it here, we need a little more text to smoothen the ending and set the pace correctly. 2.3K words. That's ok I guess, now let's edit the story. A million shed tears later and the editing is done the story has somewhere around 2.7K plus words…

And that's how drawing disaster ended up writing a whole story instead of a damn drabble as they had first intended. Teemo, oh great deity of wisdom, writing, death and fanfiction why do you torment me so much? Is it because I haven't included you in a story for a while? Is that why you are testing me my Furry Sun? Fine then! Have it your way!

Teemo was casually chilling, lying on his bed, gold and vast reaches could be seen all around the short yordle while young beautiful maidens dressed in revealing clothing were massaging his back and stroking his chin playfully while feeding him grapes.

"Would your Fuzziness like some more red wine?" Asks one of the gorgeous fair maidens and Teemo smiles exposing his pearly white teeth as the handsome yordle turns to address Janna.

"Only if it is as sweet as your lips, my lovely" Smoothly replies Teemo as he playfully slaps Ahri's behind and both girls blush madly and start giggling shyly upon laying eyes on the chiseled face of the handsome furry man, their entire bodies shivering in glee and secret anticipation after receiving such high praise from their wise miniature deity.

The doors of the throne room are suddenly swung open as a new feminine figure with flowing black hair and a golden jeweled headdress abruptly enters the luxurious chamber and addresses Teemo with unwavering conviction coloring her voice.

"My name's Sivir, Furry God, and my father the mighty Emperor Azir has ordered me to come here and marry the wise handsome yordle the brilliance of which can only be matched by the radiance of the morning sun!" The young woman declares with a determined voice, but Teemo just shrugs and gets back to molesting Ahri and playing with Janna. He also makes sure to teasingly lick Lux's fingers while the blonde woman is feeding him some grapes and the young maiden yelps in surprise before she instantly blushes in embarrassment.

"Get in line kid, you are the twelfth princess of whatev's that suddenly marches in here and demands to marry me or asks to touch my godly rod of infinite miracles and wisdom just this week alone! I am sorry, but the spots in my harem are kind of filled right now so go back to your emperor dad and maybe come back later."

That just won't do.

Sivir approaches the handsome yordle's much smaller form and softly places one delicate hand against Teemo's toned manly chest. The Shuriman princess' eyes find that of the furry god as Sivir stares at the powerful deity before her seductively. "And what if I can convince you of my worth?" The black-haired princess questions and then Sivir closes her eyes and leans down to kiss Teemo.

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3.6k words, this is obviously not working…