[Fan Fiction] Witch Hunt- Part 3
###Part 3
Lucian read over the summons one last time, making sure his eyes didn't deceive him. Damien. Of all people, they were sending Damien. Bandora is surely no joke if they're asking for Damien to go with them. Still, before he lay his head down, Lucian had to double check on Vayne. Hopefully she was settling well despite her dislike of the guild. Twice Lucian's hand tapped on her door. "Vayne, you here?" he questioned, checking to see if Vayne had stayed. Silence. Typical Vayne, always quiet and contemplating.
Next, Lucian tried to open the door. Easy as pie. Unlocked. The room was barren: The bed, the shelf, the small desk, all the trappings for a guest room. There were two doors: One to the side (Just a small closet) and one opposite to it, the washroom. Again, Lucian's knuckles hit the wooden door. "Vayne, safe to come in?" he questioned, hearing the sound of running water.
"By all means," She replied.
Lucian pushed open the door. "Look I need to warn you abou-" The words in Lucian's throat died, Vayne standing in the water utterly bare. Being a dignified man, Lucian left the room and shut the door. "The hell!? You said it was safe to come in. You didn't say you were bare-naked damn it!" He grumbled angrily, embarrassed that he had been 'tricked' so easily.
"It was safe to come in. If I truly cared about you seeing me without clothing, I would have said so," Vayne replied, dumping a bucket of water upon her head. Without her braid, her hair was long and wild. Easily enough to act as some type of blanket. "So what is so urgent that it cannot wait until tomorrow to see me? Hm?" she questioned, peering at the door through the corner of her eye. "Are you really that shy that you have to talk to me through a closed door?"
The Purifier glared angrily at the door handle. "What I WANTED to say was that the man they're sending with us on this mission is Damien. He's one of the order's oldest members and I wanted to warn you in advance that he's no standard human. So don't panic and try to kill him like you'd normally do. Alright?" Lucian questioned, speaking through the door to Vayne. Maybe it was bashful to talk through a door but he did have morals. Asides, deep down Senna wouldn't approve of him doing that.
"Is that all?"
"Yeah, we're done here."
"Say, Lucian?" Vayne questioning him gave him pause, causing the man to raise a single eyebrow at the door. What was it now?
"Yeah?"
"Would you like to stay the night?"
She...couldn't have been serious. What the hell kind of question was that to level at him!? "Well this is sudden as all hell. Look, I don't know however you got this crush on me but-"
"Children have crushes. You are a man. I am a woman. We have needs. Do you want to stay or not?"
Again, Lucian was shocked. "What in all of Runeterra is WRONG with you? Do you...I just....whatever. I'm gone. Goodnight Vayne." Lucian was positively frustrated. To ask him for such a thing, to...Bah. That damned night hunter had so many problems that he had absolutely zero time to deal with. Especially after how much of a bother she'd been, to ask THAT of him? Without further word he shut the door to her room, leaving frustrated and appalled.
In the washroom, however, Vayne sat with her knees to her chest in the water. It was rapidly going cold, but she didn't care. She stared at the water, arms wrapped around her legs as she struggled to calm herself. For years she had hunted beasts of the night, slaying countless numbers and killing so many that she had even earned herself a spot in the League. So why was it that this single moment made her panic? She should be excited to get her revenge, she should be positively enthralled to finally murder that witch. Yet now, more than ever, she didn't want to be Vayne. She wanted to be Shauna, the pretty little aristocrat who had a fascination for crossbows and painting.
She wasn't crying, but for the first time in ages? Shauna Vayne was afraid.
Just outside the church, Lucian tapped his foot as he waited for his two travel companions. Thankfully, the order had given them a carriage instead of horses, saying that the three of them should be noted as being on official business. After the exchange last night, Lucian was still rather upset and appalled at the whole suggestion Vayne had leveled at him. On the other hand, this would be his first time working with the legendary Damien. For all intents and purposes, Damien would have been accepted to the League before him had it not been for his history with Thresh that had pushed his application from "in process" to "approved" overnight.
From the church, Vayne emerged, brushing her hair back. She was wearing her average attire, eyes once more shaded by the ruby goggles. "Purifier," she casually addressed him, peering at the carriage. "Tch. A carriage. Might as well send us in a moving target," Vayne sneered, peering at Lucian. Not one bit of reaction was given to her, causing Vayne to roll her eyes. "Still mad over the previous night, I see."
"You're disgusting."
Vayne scoffed. "Yes yes, I'm disgusting for being a human. Well done, my friend, absolutely fascinating."
Lucian gave Vayne a fairly rude gesture before leaning back against the carriage. "If you're done being a child, I'd appreciate it if you show Damien the utmost respect. He was hunting darkness before your house even existed," Lucian growled, watching the door of the church. Admittedly, he had seen Damien walk by a few times but never actually had a conversation with the man. Was he the stoic, cold hunter who had no emotions or was he one of the hot-blooded ones with ferocity to spare?
"If he is worthy of respect, he shall have my respect," Vayne replied, Lucian still glaring at her. Moments later, the door to the church was opened. Both Vayne and Lucian turned to watch the man emerge. His entire body was covered in a heavy coat, wearing durable and thick leathers for pants and with a massive brimmed hat to keep the sun from his face. Slowly he walked forward before raising his head. His eyes locked with Lucian and then Vayne, face stoic and emotionless. "I guess you're Damien?" Vayne questioned, one eyebrow raised.
In a split second, that stoic and emotionless face turned into an absolutely beaming grin. "You're darn right I am! Nice to meet you Vayne! Can I call ya' Shauna?" Damien casually walked right up to Vayne, grabbing her limp hand and vigorously shaking it. Vayne was dumbfound as Damien walked to Lucian, grabbing his hand and performing the same. "And LUCIAN! Always great to work with another member of the guild we got here, yeah? Well, new friends, we'd better get in the carriage and be on our way, don'tcha think?"
Lucian and Vayne watched as Damien opened the door of the carriage, dusting his hands. "You guys mind if I get a window seat? Love nothing more than watchin' the country go by as I travel along! God, I really do love riding around!" Damien slid himself into the carriage, leaving Lucian and Vayne outside to try to process everything that had just transpired.
"So..." Vayne began.
"Shut up."
Lucian grasped the handle and climbed into the carriage, leaving Vayne alone outside. The Night Hunter looked left. Then right. Nobody around. Once sure, she covered her mouth and let out the quietest snicker possible. Sure, from the look of it, Damien would be utterly useless in this venture but damned if it wasn't enjoyable to watch Lucian get all flustered and upset. After that one quiet snicker, Vayne removed her hand from her mouth, stepping into the carriage with the same stoic expression.
With all three in the carriage, the handler jerked the bridals with his wrists. As the sun set behind them, the trio began to ride to their destination for the first clue where they could pick up the trail Bandora had left for them. The sky turned a combination of deep orange and blood red, already the small specs of stars appearing in the sky as darkness overtook the land.
The witch hunt had begun.
End Part 3
