Author Note: Thanks for the views guys. I have received a few odd reviews that are more edits than reviews but sometimes you get those. Thanks for the encouragement and yes for those that follow both of my stories I have not forgotten about Sorin I am just stuck of two different directions to take the story and still am waiting to figure out what I want to do with him. Hope you all enjoy the next chapter. Soft Smut incoming… you have been warned.

Chapter 3 – So she had a bad day

Cassiopeia was rushed into a world of complete bliss. Her breath quickening, skin tingling, and her legs… "I have… leeeyah!" another wave of pleasure washed over her body, interrupting her train of thought. Her legs were spread by someone doing all kinds of wonderful and naughty things with their face between her thighs. She was at first clenching her bed sheets but her hands soon moved to the hair of her partner. She had almost recovered and was pulling herself up to try and see who could cause her so much electricity when she felt multiple fingers enter her and strong/powerful suction on her small bundle of nerves. She quickly fell back, now screaming in ecstasy, to her bed. Already feeling the peak of her pleasure about to unfold…

*Beep, Beep, Beep*

Hisssing in anger, "Fuck!" Cassiopeia yelled as she struck the alarm; sending it with small bits of jewellery across the room; silencing the alarm as it was ripped from the power socket. Her mind still fuzzy from the dream she was in a mixed state of sleepy, horny, and angry that made for a very unsatisfied Cassiopeia. After about a minute or so, it happened, the one thing that all Noxians were taught at a young age not to do. Tears, streaming down her face, making dark lines on the pale olive skin. She sat there on her bed coiled tightly and face buried into a pillow. Only finding comfort in screaming into the pillow, "Why?" she sobbed knowing no one could hear her.

Why? It was the one question that she could always answer or most assuredly figure out, but now she couldn't even figure out the answer to her own questions. When would she even be released from this prison of viper incarnate? Would anyone ever be able to understand her? Would anyone ever think her beautiful again?

After another minute or so she slinked from the bed and went to her bathroom to wake herself up a bit and get ready for her day. She had to make sure she was not late to her last anger management class so she could be off her stupid probation from her last incident with a Summoner. She guided her body into the double length tub and closed the curtain and turned on the water.

"Aaaaaack, coooold" Cass yelled at the top of her lungs quickly turning off the water. She could produce her own body heat but being half reptile she did share their pain of getting cold too fast. She almost collapsed at the feeling that was going through her body tightly gripping the enamel sides of her tub. She spoke with trembling lips, "Why the hell was that so cold?" grabbing an extra-large fluffy green towel that was constantly on a lightly heated shelf. The institute tried their best to accommodate every Champion but today she was going to give the housing staff a piece of her mind. Her water was always to be above 90 degrees but something must have finally broken or worn down. This mattered little to Cassiopeia.

Drying herself off and fixing her hair she slithered back out to the kitchen. Only to be met with another disappointment. Her coffee that normally went off automatically hadn't even started yet. She had forgot to reset it after yesterday's batch and looking at the time she had none to spare if she was going to be on time and presentable for her last class. Looking at the night stand she had not so ceremoniously knocked her alarm clock off of was neither of her favourite earrings.

This was more than just a simple pair of earring to the young enchantress, they were once her mother's given to her by her father on her 18th birthday. Cassiopeia never got to know her mother, she died giving birth to her but her father said she was a mirror image of her mother in both body and personality, which drove her father crazy more times than not because both sisters could push his buttons just like their mother had. Because of the vivid descriptions from her father and the stories from all the servant about the late Duchess she still felt attached to her and these earrings were one of the few real things she had to remember her by.

Cassiopeia looked at the floor and saw sitting next to her clock one of the gold hoops. She dashed over and quickly picked it up before searching for the other. She looked for a few moments but it was nowhere to be found. She was starting to panic and then looked at the time. She was still not full dressed even if all she normally wore was a custom made dress and metallic bra it still took time to adjust it without tearing it on some of the higher sitting scales. She decided to dress herself but kept a watchful eye open for the other hoop.

When she stepped in front of the mirror still wrapped in her towel. A small twitch came to her eye when she saw the missing hoop dangling from her left earlobe. She gave a deep breath and closed her eyes as she started to put the other hoop in her right ear, "Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm." She thought to herself.

She was able to at least make it through clothing herself with little agitation. She applied a simple lipstick and was on her way out the door. She picked up a small silk purse, green of course, before pushing open the door and making her way down the walk way of the institute. It was a lovely summer day and many Champions where sitting outside enjoying the view or tanning. The grounds of the institute sat high enough that most homes could see out into the country side and it was a very relaxing and mellow thing to stay and just stare off into the distance.

As Cassiopeia left the Noxian dedicated housing quarter she made her to her goal. If she completed her training she could go back to enjoying better summoning times. They currently only allowed her to be summoned 3 times a week to ensure she had time to make her classes. Odd thing was until a month ago she was never maxed out on summons, until Mark started requesting her. He really was a very considerate individual and he never would turn away from her the few times she would look directly at him. Most would turn their head or just stare and not say anything, even as much as a good day or hello. He was different than the rest and it brought a small smile to her face.

Cassiopeia was lost in thought and not really looking where she was going. She normally avoided certain areas of the institute but her body was on auto pilot and taking the most direct route. She only had to time hear and simple but very loud, "Bombs Away!" followed by a mad scientist laugh and a rather large shadow descending on her from above. Still she barely had enough time to put her arms above her head as the 3 foot wide water balloon came crashing down on her. It actually hit with very little force and pooped very easily allowing its contents to cascade down her body followed by multiple small balloons and a single mid-sized one that hit the end of her tail.

"What the hell!" Cassiopeia yelled while trying to wipe her eyes out of water and slowly making her way to the direction of the voices. When she finally opened her eyes she could see 4 Yordles and a Human in swimwear standing around one other Yordle that was already on his knees pleading with the Human. Pointing a sharp fingernail at her target she demanded, "Was it you, you little… little… sssquirrel?!" She was so mad that talking was starting to become hard to do.

"Um, Um, Um,…." Ziggs was normally one to be fairly cheerful even when in trouble but the gravity of his situation was far from undeniable. Cassiopeia was closing the distance and he was not sure what do. Run was his first thought, keep pleading with his friends to help, or try and take on the Noxian woman himself.

Cassiopeia, knew who the Yordles were so she quickly addressed them. "If you know what is good for all of you, you will leave me to my prey." She finished her statement only a few yards away from the group when the Human stepped in front and placed himself between the group and her.

The Human was not very bulky but still had well-toned abs and very well defined muscles all across his body. He had multiple scars as well that littered his chest, arms, thighs, and even one on his face crossing his eye. Just the reverse of the one the Katarina had. He spoke, "Cassiopeia please don't." It halted Cassiopeia only in thought but not in moving towards him. "Please reconsider what you are about to do. I don't want you to miss your appointment because of us."

Cassiopeia was trying to put together so many things right now. Why did this person sound so familiar, how does he know where she was going, and why on earth would a man stand up for a Yordle. "That insssect needsss to be put in his placcce." She hissed pointing at what would be behind the man. "And who on Rune Terra ssstands up for sssuch a weakling?" Now eye to eye with the man.

"Their Summoner to be exact, my lady." The man responded squinting back at the Siren.

Those same green familiar eyes stared unwavering back at her. "Mark?" asking in an utterly surprised tone. He nodded in response, "What happened to your face?" she did not mean to sound disgusted but it had that tone.

Mark had forgotten that he was totally devoid of his own magic at request of LuLu so she could make some sprinkler flowers for the in-prompt-to party. The group, for the most part, knew what he really looked like, but Mark still did not like to walk around with his own history for the world to see. Mark turned away from her with a slightly hurt look but soon replied, "I am sorry for the actions of my Champions and I am sorry if I am not pleasant enough for you to take me seriously." Quickly the few sprinkler flowers that LuLu had set up turned off and Marks scars where quickly hidden from sight. He turned to leave and walked towards the table in the middle of the yard.

"Mark," trying to reach for him, "I didn't mean for it sound like that." She followed him not really knowing why she cared, she never cared, why the hell would she now but she, the cold hearted serpent, felt she had wronged him. It was just another emotion that this Summoner had brought out in her. Guilt