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Standing in the open doorway of her home Vana breathed in the cool night air. Her eyes squinted. She breathed in again. Decay, blood, and old magic were on the wind. A shiver ran down her spine. That particular combination usually only meant one thing - one person. But what was he doing here? Fear made her ribs constrict, she felt her heart squeeze in her chest. Vana felt sick and... relieved all at once.
Peaking out the doorway she looked side to side as if worried someone would see her and follow her on the journey to look death in the face she was about to take. Thankfully it was late enough that most sensible people were sleeping. Vana was certainly anything but sensible, especially after what she was about to do.
Leaving the comforts of her home she followed the scent; he wasn’t far. Why had he come here? To finish her off surely. Why was she running headlong into him again? Her heart pounded. Vana hated to admit it but she wanted to see him again... even if he wanted to kill her, even if he would probably succeed this time. She felt... attached to him.
Panting breaths escaped her when she finally reached the end of her run. When she finally reached him. A limbless, bleeding form... He was hurting and instinct forced her to go to his side.
“Aatrox!” Vana gasped his name, “Let me help you. Please.”
