Birth Of A Night Hunter

Chapter 1

This story follows Shauna Vayne from after she has completed her training in her lore until she is admitted into the League of Legends. I am simply filling in my own ideas and plots into the gap that Riot Games used to have in the lore before they released Universe. I do not own Vayne or any other League of Legends champions portrayed in this story nor do I own the original Vayne lore. I am simply tapping into the League of Legends universe that Riot Games has created.

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Chapter 1

There were screams of agony and pain as you sat there, paralyzed in fear. Shocked by what was happening. All you could see through the tiny crack in the cupboard was a silhouette of a dark figure waving their arms around with smooth, deliberate motions. Though, you couldn't see much you hearing was perfect. The sharp screams and agonizing groans that emulated from the silhouette's victims were all that filled your ears. You forced your hand over your mouth in an attempt to silence the crying that you couldn't help. And then all went silent.

Vayne sat straight up in bed. Eyes wide, breaths rapid. Her unbrushed, long black hair was sticking to her face, shoulders, and back from the cold sweat produced by that reoccurring nightmare. Vayne rapidly looked around the room looking for any signs of intruders. There were none.

As her heart and mind settled, Vayne stretched and massaged all of her limbs. She swung her long, toned legs off the edge of the bed and slipped her nimble feet into a pair of leather slippers. Vayne stood up and walked towards the door to her room. She grabbed her robe from the door handle and slipped it over her naked body. She then opened the door and proceeded down the hall into the kitchen.

After arriving in the kitchen, Vayne prepared her normal breakfast of eggs and fried deer strips. She would need the protein for the day ahead for it was a busy one. It would bring training the one thing that Vayne hated the most. Kissing the ass off Demacia's poster children, Garen and Luxanna.

Once finished eating and cleaning up breakfast, Vayne walked back down the hallway and slipped into the bathroom. She drew herself a warm bath and slipped out of her robe and slippers. She slowly eased her muscular body into the warm water and began to wash herself.

After another massage of her limbs, Vayne decided that was enough self indulgence and pulled the plug in the bottom of the tub. The drain gurgled as the water rushed away. Vayne lifted herself out of the tub and dried herself with a towel. She grabbed her slippers and robe but didn't bother putting them on as she slipped out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. She hung her robe back on the door handle and placed her slippers by her bed. She opened the wardrobe and pulled out her dark blue, satin, one-piece suit and pulled it on. She grabbed the brush and brushed all the knots out of her now smooth hair and tied it up in a simple ponytail.

Now that her body was ready to go, Vayne left her bedroom and went into what was the living room but she converted into a training room. A couple dummies stood by one wall and a table with various daggers and crossbows sat along the opposite wall.

Vayne made her way to the center of the room and dropped to the floor doing a cycle of push-ups, sit-ups, leg lifts, and up-downs to get herself warmed up. After doing some more stretches, Vayne grabbed each weapon one-by-one from the table and practiced with it on the dummies situated across the room.

Vayne always saved the best for last when training with her weapons. The last weapon she used was a large crossbow that shot arrows with enough force to knock a target back and an arrowhead the size of her fist. Vayne loved the power it had but loved even more how she could control it.

It was nearly midday and Vayne dreaded what came next but living in the heart of Demacia's elite, she was required to present herself and greet the return of Demacia's finest.

Vayne put on a pair of leather boots and gloves that she kept by the front door and made her way into the bustling streets of the Demacian Capital. The people were buzzing with excitement for the return of Garen and Luxanna from their battles in the League of Legends.

There was a grand parade in honor of the two heroes. They rode atop white horses brandishing wide smiles to their people. Vayne sat on a stage at the end of the parade along with the other members of Demacia's elite.

Garen dismounted from his stead and then helped his sister from hers. They waved one last time at the crowd before going along, shaking every elite's hand and giving thanks. Vayne was on the end which led Garen to linger for a bit longer.

"So when are you going to come watch me?" asked Garen with a smirk.

"Never." Vayne replied plainly.

Taken aback by the blunt answer, Garen stood silent while his sister chimed in to save the day. "We would really like it if you would come and watch our hard work," Lux said softly.

Unfortunately for Vayne, she was the only of the elite that was close in age to Lux which then made her the closest thing Lux had to a best friend.

Lux leaned in continuing her request, "Plus then you can meet this really cute guy I met." Lux's eyes were gleaming.

"I'm sorry but I'm really not interested in your work in the League," Vayne replied. "And I'm sure he's nice but I don't want to meet your new boytoy."

Lux didn't show any signs of offense to Vayne's words as she grabbed her brother's arm and the two left the stage and walked up into their grand house.

When all the ceremonies were all said and done, Vayne returned to her home as quickly as possible. She felt filthy from interacting with the people and hated the horrid smell of sweat and cologne mixed together that wafted off of Garen and seemed to stick to her.

She threw off her clothes and drew yet another bath but this time she relaxed and let her hands roam over herself. She couldn't remember the last time someone treated her like a woman instead of the two extremes she was of being a fighter or a prized elite.

After soaking for nearly an hour, Vayne drained the tub and lifted her tired self out of it. She dried off with a new towel and then made her way into bed. She closed her eyes and the world went dark as she drifted off to sleep.