Summary: Elise learns that Vayne has come down with the vampire flu and decides to take advantage of it to bestow her terrible punishment on the wretched Night Hunter.
Tags: Yuri, Elise, Vayne, adult themes and not enough plot to justify posting this story.
Elise
The Spider Queen waits patiently as the concerned guests of her bedridden prey wish Shauna a fast recovery. A few potted plants are thoughtfully set on the sickly vampire's simple bedstand, kind words that are only meant for the ears of the shivering Night Hunter are uttered in hushed, whispered voices, before the Demacian champions decide to let Vayne rest for the night.
The preying Spider Queen waits patiently, observing every fleeting interaction from the miniature cobweb that Elise had carefully woven near the shadowy ceiling of the dimly lit bedroom. Anyone that would happen to glance towards the innocent spider that's been hovering above the door wouldn't be able to fathom the immense danger the deceivingly harmless critter posed for the currently vulnerable Demacian noblewoman.
A few minutes later and all the self-righteous fools have grudgingly vacated the Night Hunter's living quarters, save for the Spider Queen's weakened prey that is. The tiny spider stealthily descends from her cobweb in the relative darkness of the dark chamber with Shauna Vayne being none the wiser to the evil spider mage's ambush.
Vayne
The Night Hunter shivers and shifts uncomfortably under her mountain of thick woolen blankets as Vayne attempts to fall asleep for the fifth time in less than an hour. The sick Demacian vampire's heavy limbs twitching involuntary every few seconds or so, Vayne's uneven breaths occasionally coming out of the pale vigilante's mouth in small fading clouds of hitched air.
Gods, how Shauna despised coming down with the vampire flu! The frequent bouts of crippling weakness that left her incapable of even standing on her own two feet, the intense cold shakes that left her shivering like a scared newborn puppy.
The small crowd of annoying acquaintances that suddenly remembered of her unfortunate existence. Always anxious for her wellbeing. Always pestering Vayne with their unnecessary ramblings and polite conversations alike. Unwittingly depriving the peeved scarlet-eyed patient of the peaceful rest that Shauna's body so adamantly demanded of her.
The hazy emergence of a humanoid silhouette from the shadows makes Shauna put an abrupt end to her inner musings.
"A-Ahri, is that you?" Mumbles uncertainly the sick, bedridden vampire. Vayne's unfocused eyes blinking owlishly as the Night Hunter attempts to decipher the identity of the smudged blurry shadow that's slowly approaching her.
The unexpected visitor doesn't reply, but stalks ominously towards the bed without pausing. Through the fog of her feverish and blurry vision Shauna is barely able to perceive a feminine shade looming quietly over her weakened form.
"You aren't Ahri, are you?" The shivering Demacian noble deduces dryly from the tense silence that stretches across the bedroom. The mysterious blurry woman simply chuckles at Vayne ominously.
Suddenly, without any warning and in a flash of terrifying speed the faceless shadow or the female intruder grabs the enormous pile of woolen blankets that are covering Vayne's form and violently jerks them away from the vampire's freezing body. The pale vigilante hisses weakly as the cold winter air rushes to imbue itself in her bones. A bleary pair of half-lidded red eyes glares blindly at the cruel perpetrator of that heinous act, even as said perpetrator silently throws the blankets over Shauna's shivering body once again. After climbing onto the mattress and lying down next to the frowning Night Hunter, that is.
A short moment later and blessed warmth abruptly engulfs Vayne's body as her mysterious visitor unceremoniously pulls the freezing Night Hunter close to herself. A sharp-nailed hand settles comfortably against Shauna's left hip, its pale sibling swiftly exerting pressure a little lower than the sickly patient's stiff shoulder blades, effectively keeping Shauna intimately close to the cruel intruder. The vampire sighs.
Vayne's tired eyes minutely attempt to catch a last peek of the tremendously blurry face of her intrusive assailant, before the weakened Night Hunter's exhaustion rears its ugly head and Shauna ruefully gives up and closes her heavy eyelids.
…Those tired sanguine eyes instantly turn into aggravated red slits that snap open in fury when Vayne suddenly feels the other woman kissing her.
Alarmed, the Demacian Night Hunter growls unhappily into Elise's unwanted kiss, all the while futilely attempting to push the Shadow Isles denizen away from her leaden body.
Elise merely hums in mocking contentment as she slowly deepens the two's shared kiss. One of the spider mage's clawed hands coming behind the trapped huntress' head in order to deny Vayne's escape, even as the cruel fingernails of the Spider Queen's other appendage painfully tighten their hold on Shauna's left hip under her black nightgown, mercilessly digging into the Night Hunter's pale thigh. The cultist smiles maliciously.
How do you damage someone that heals at an abnormally quick rate? That's the question that Elise had been pondering throughout planning her revenge on the famous Night Hunter. If Vayne's wounds closed quickly and the scars were not there to serve as heart-wrenching warnings of Elise's superiority, how could the cunning Spider Queen sink her venomous fangs into the very psyche of the illustrious Night Hunter?
And so with that cruel though in mind, Elise had devised a sinister plan to attack Vayne's heart instead of her body, to damage Shauna's pride instead of her skin. If the wretched Demacian vampire wanted to pass for a fearless predator, the Spider Queen would show the arrogant noble how much of a bottom feeder she truly was!
Sick and defenseless, powerlessly splayed bellow the tantalizing body of the cruel spider cultist Vayne would have no choice but to pitifully take all the teasing and the abuse that the Noxian priestess would fling her way. Every kiss, every caress, every touch that Vayne would be administered whilst being trapped in the curvaceous embrace of the cunning spider mage would be a staggering blow against Shauna's scarred heart. Every hushed release of the feverish vampire whimpered tearfully into the dark chamber would be more humiliation than the foolish vigilante could take.
And the best part of the whole plan was that Vayne would never dare talk about her ordeal to a single soul if she didn't want to damage her reputation and fuel even more attacks against her person and her cherished acquaintances.
Savoring the furious look that is plastered upon her trapped quarry's scowling visage, the smirking Spider Queen's hand lazily circles from the Night Hunter's bleeding hip to Shauna's sweaty lower abdomen before slipping down ever so slowly. The maroon slits of Vayne's eyes silently fade as the trapped pale huntress closes her eyes.
Elise leans backwards, just a bit, allowing her full scarlet lips to finally dislodge from the bruised lips of Vayne. Far enough so that Elise can hear the panting Demacian woman beg her to stop, close enough to silence her if the Night Hunter attempted to start screaming.
Vayne shivers, the pale vampire's shaking appears to have intensified due to the Spider Queen's recent actions. If the shaking is due to Shauna's fright, or her sickness or anger, the cruel spider cultist doesn't know, or care for that matter. After all, this was just business for Elise. Vayne had foiled the Spider Queen's plans and threatened to put an end to her terrible cult one time too many. The huntress needed to be stopped. She needed to be broken.
"I-I am only going to give you one chance and one chance only," Shauna pants and trembles as she takes deep hitched breaths in order to calm down herself. Elise's cruel hands still holding the Demacian huntress in place, the impatient fingers of one said appendage toying absentmindedly with the hem of Shauna's black lace underwear.
"Leave now and we can both forget about this. Stay and you will regret it."
"Foolish girl," Elise chuckles quietly as her arm abruptly releases its painful hold on Vayne's long ebony tresses in order to roughly grip Shauna's chin instead. Getting tired of observing the pathetic markswoman's crumbling facade of calmness under the argent moonlight that's slipping through the bedrooms window, Elise decides to make this personal.
"You are not in any position to give other people warnings, silly little fly."
The Spider Queen pauses. "Although, I guess that for once you are right, Night Hunter." Elise hums thoughtfully as she leans down to whisper her next words against the quaking vigilante's ear. "I truly regret not inviting Evelynn over so she can join us as I ravage you ceaselessly throughout the night. Evelynn would have enjoyed breaking you with me. Perhaps, next time…" Elise hisses viciously against Shauna's ear.
Vayne stays still for a short moment and then she growls, red eyes suddenly snap open, burning in the black shadows like twin smothering suns. The next thing Elise knows her body is buried under the weight of the shaking Demacian vampire.
"W-what?" The merciless spider mage mutters under her breath, the Night Hunter's scowling visage suddenly too close for comfort, Elise's arms pinned down on the mattress by the immovable vices of the huntress' powerful hands. Through the window to the right that just so happens to be framing Vayne's shadowy form the spider cultist abruptly notices the silver disk of the full moon, hovering silently behind Shauna's head like a mystical argent halo.
The Spider Queen freezes. Elise knows how the influence of Diana's goddess affects some supernatural beings, and vampires in particular. How the bright sphere in the night sky empowers and greatly multiplies those predators' healing factors and strength. How the eerie whispers of the full moon make vampires and werewolves rash and aggressive, fogging their minds and dulling their thoughts until the big bad shades temporally become creatures of lust, anger and instinct.
And now Elise is trapped bellow such a feral growling beast. Pinned down against its bed in a dark empty room, utterly alone and in the mercy of Shauna Vayne.
"You should have left me alone when you had the chance, spider." The Night Hunter growls as her fangs slowly extend. And for the second time in that night Elise fully agrees with her bitter adversary. Mere moments later Elise screams as Vayne bites her neck.
The next morning…
"Okay, guys, you know what to do!" Lux the usually cheerful and always smiling Lady of Luminosity stares determinedly at her companions with a grim expression plastered on her face.
Armed with a plastic flyswatter instead of her signature rapier, Fiora slightly nods her head at the concerned light mage, equally determined.
With his scowling visage partially obscured behind a bright yellow beekeeper helmet, Garen growls in agreement as he tightens his hold around the grip of his brand new butterfly net.
"We are ready when you are, Lux." Lucian replies, the Demacian Purifier's twin bug sprays already aimed cautiously towards the old wooden door with Vayne's name engraved on it. The four Demacian champions all glance wearily at the array of cobwebs that are littering Vayne's door.
Lux audibly swallows, trying to overcome her fear of spiders as the light mage's hand tentatively grasps at the doorknob uncertainly.
"Come on, Lux. You can do this!" The young Demacian blonde mumbles quietly as she wills her seemingly paralyzed hand to twist the cool doorknob. "Vayne is in danger and she needs your help! You have to rescue Shauna from the Spider Queen's fangs before it is too late!"
A particularly loud moan emanating from the other side of the door makes Lux steel her resolve as the brave light mage suddenly twist the doorknob and kicks open the door. A mighty war cry rips out of Luxanna's throat as the courageous Demacian woman swiftly raises her pink flyswatter in an admittedly threatening manner.
"Let go of Shauna right this instant! Don't make me use the flyswatter, Elise!"
Lux has less than two seconds to understand what she is currently seeing before Garen's protective fingers abruptly descend around his little sister's face, shielding her innocent naïve eyes from the horrendous spectacle that's lying ahead.
Elise and Vayne are cuddling together on Shauna's bed. The tousled state of the bed sheets that are coiled around the unlikely pair unwittingly revealing the two women's state of undress through the occasional tear in the torn linens coiled piles. Only Fiora notices the thin string of spider web that's wrapped around Elise's neck like a leash of sorts, with the tip of said leash held within Shauna's grasp. The Grand Duelist, however is too flabbergasted to comment about it. Poor Lux isn't faring much better it seems. The light mage's brain ceases to function as wide sky blue orbs manage to catch a quick glimpse of the former bitter enemies sharing a soft tender kiss. Garen suddenly lifts Lux in his strong arms and darts out of the Night Hunter's chambers as if the room is on fire.
"Is something the matter for you four to seek me out so early in the morning?" Asks Vayne in a deadpan and slightly annoyed tone and when Lucian and Fiora just keep staring at her in shock and bedazzlement, Shauna merely shrugs and leans down to tenderly press her fangs once more against the Spider Queen's already marked throat.
Extra: One Year Later…
The wind is howling and swirling violently outside of the gargantuan building that houses the champions affiliated with the Institute of War. The fierce gusts of the approaching storm causing the flames of the countless torches that are lighting the ancient hallways of the Institute to sway and flicker. Shadows stretch and twist across the worn cobblestones that pave the floor, the window shutters creak and bang against the walls prompting startled looks and occasional yelps from the various occupants of the Institute's spacious chambers.
One such Institute resident appears to be more anxious than the rest of her fellow peers as two tired scarlet orbs wander across an almost faded piece of worn parchment. Those sad crimson eyes read the parting words of the missing Spider Queen again and again in a futile attempt to understand Elise's actions. Yet those simple lines don't offer much insight to the missing Spider Queen's inner thoughts.
'Shauna, I am sorry. I can't explain to you why, but I have to leave from the Institute. Don't search for me and don't threaten Eve, (please) she won't know where I will go. I need some time to clear my head. I hope that you will be able to forgive me one day.
Always yours
Elise'
For what feels like an eternity Shauna kisses Elise's letter and then puts it under her pillow for safekeeping. Vayne closes her eyes as she slowly lies down to sleep.
*Knock *Knock
Maybe she should ignore it. Vayne stays perfectly still and pretends to be asleep, but the vampire has to get up and open the damn door when her obnoxious visitor keeps pounding on the door for almost five minutes straight with seemingly no intention of stopping.
"What is it?!" Shauna growls as she flashes her sharp pearly canines in front of her inconsiderate visitor. The Night Hunter's eyes instantly widen to the size of sauces when she greeted by the sight of a fidgeting Spider Queen at her doorstep.
All the pain and the anxiety, the haunting sleepless nights that Vayne had suffered in Elise's absence wondering if the Spider Queen had just been playing with her heart abruptly come back to torment the miserable huntress.
"What are you doing here, witch!" Vayne spits harshly causing Elise's eyes to fearfully dart elsewhere and her shoulders to stiffen. Even more angered by her former flame's silence, Shauna is about to slam the door shut in the cultist's face when Elise pleadingly grasps Vayne's wrist and stops her.
"Shauna, wait! Please, wait!" The cloaked woman's tone in laced with pain and despair as she tries to catch a glimpse of some semblance of warmth hiding in the glinting depths of the Night Hunter's scorching sanguine glare. "You can reject me and hate me all you want! I know I deserve it!" Elise continues in a broken, scarred voice "B-but there is someone that you have to meet!"
From the pocket of her inky black robe Elise reveals a small twitching Spiderling with six tiny red eyes.
"This is, Eli'Sha. Our daughter!" The cruel Spider Queen states with tears welling behind her despairing eyes.
"You are lying!" Suddenly yells Shauna. "Whose Spiderling is this, Elise! Who did you take in your bed after stealing my heart and abandoning me!?"
The cloaked woman frantically shakes her head. "Nobody, Shauna! You are the only one for me! This Spiderling is our lovechild!"
And as if to prove the truth of her claim the sobbing Shadow isles denizen slowly raises her hand with the tiny critter on it and the small Spiderling tumbles towards its other mother.