A/N: I use italics for Rengar's thoughts, though not all of them are. It should be obvious which are and which aren't. Psst these first 4 lines are not.

Bump.

Bump.

Bump.

Ba-bump.

Rengar eyed his prey from the branch of a large tree nearby. The deer had been grazing on some fruit that had dropped to the ground. Rengar could hear its heartbeat suddenly quicken slightly as it raised its head and looked around, as if sensing danger nearby. Rengar moved into position ever so slightly, and with a quiet push with his hind legs, he leapt down at the deer. It couldn't even make a sound before Rengar drove his knife through its neck. The deer collapsed under Rengar's weight as it gurgled blood, spasmed and died. Rengar stood up and looked at his prey with indifference; it had been so long since he's had a proper hunt. Rengar had already killed every creature worth a damn in this jungle, now all he does is hunt for food. However much he wishes, he can't hunt for fun anymore. His trophy wall was completely full, except for one open space where he reserved for the head of the one creature he still needs to kill.

As he gave a deep sigh, he could feel the ambience of the jungle. Warm breeze blowing through his fur, blowing the scent of flowers and trees to his nose, where it mixed with the scent of blood. He heard the chirping of birds and the buzzing of insects as well as the rustling of the trees in the wind. As he reached down to grab the deer by the antlers, he froze. Something felt wrong to him. He stood up and looked around trying to figure out what it was. Everything was normal, the breeze, the birdsongs, the rustling, the insects…

The buzzing…

He widened his eyes as he realised. The buzzing didn't come from all around him. It came from behind him… and it was getting louder. In a flash he whipped around, raising his knife and arm-blades, crossed, in front of him. He felt a force land on his blades but there was nothing in front of him. Moments later, the air in front of him shimmered as bits of purple and green started appearing. Now he could see his attacker, with its scythe-like appendages pushing firmly on his blades, hissing and glaring with murder in its eyes. Rengar grinned savagely as he pushed Kha'Zix away.

At last.

As the two predators watched each other with weapons raised, they slowly circled around each other. Kha'Zix made the first move and shimmered away again. Rengar closed his good eye and looked through his false eye. The false eye that had replaced the eye that this creature took from him so long ago, was now the thing that gave him the advantage. He held the grin on his face as he himself shimmered away. Kha'Zix wasn't the only one with active camouflage, but now he can see Kha'Zix, but Kha'Zix cannot see him. He watched Kha'Zix stop and look around somewhat frantically for the invisible Rengar, as he stalked towards it quietly. Kha'Zix knew that Rengar's senses were sharper than his so he was just a sitting duck blind on the ground. He opened his wings and began to fly into the air to evade any attacks. Rengar saw this and before Kha'Zix could get any higher than five feet off the ground, he threw his bola straight at him. Kha'Zix didn't notice the bola flying towards him in time as it wrapped around his body and wings and with a screech he fell to the ground with a thump. Rengar pounced towards the fallen Void creature and as he brought his knife down towards him, Kha'Zix quickly cut the bola with his sharp claws and upon freeing himself, he barely leapt away in time. Rengar's blade grazed his leg which was now beginning to drip with green blood. A drop of that blood slid down the knife as Rengar stood up revealing himself and grinning. Kha'Zix screeched at Rengar again and flared his wings in an act of intimidation. He camouflaged himself again but this time Rengar didn't even need to use his false eye. The blood dripping down Kha'Zix's leg revealed his position but it didn't move away like he expected. Kha'Zix rushed towards Rengar with claws up as he realised that subterfuge wouldn't work. He lashed out with his claws attempting to slash Rengar in any way possible. Rengar had good reflexes and deflected a lot of the blows but he couldn't stop all of them. His adrenaline was running high and he barely felt the sting from the cuts that he did receive. He began to pressure Kha'Zix back, making precision strikes with his blades.

This.

Is what I've been waiting for.

Blades met with claws, as loud clanging sounds rang through the jungle.

This time.

This time I WILL have your head!

They both received quite minor wounds, just cuts and small gashes here and there. Nothing too serious. The skirmish went on for quite some time, when the fight began, the sun was high in the sky, but as they stopped briefly, breathing heavily from exertion, the sun has almost set and the sky glowed crimson as it reached twilight.

Neither side backed down, for they both knew this is a fight to the death. This is something that they both wanted. The predator against the one prey who managed to escape him and the killer against the one creature whom he couldn't kill.

They once again engaged each other, as blades clashed with claws. This fight didn't seem to go anywhere. The most either side have received were some cuts or minor wounds. Rengar's adrenaline rush prevented him from feeling any of the pain or exhaustion and Kha'Zix was a Void creature. He wasn't even sure if Kha'Zix could get tired. He swung at Kha'Zix's head, but the Void creature ducked beneath it and swung his claw up. Rengar caught the claw between his arm-blades and keeping that claw down, he swung his arm back around attempting to stab Kha'Zix in the head, only to be met by his other claw. They stayed in that position for some time, as both sides tried to push through the blocks and stab the other. Rengar was physically stronger than Kha'Zix so upon realising that he was going to lose the contest of strength, Kha'Zix disengaged and flew backwards and disappeared.

The sun has completely set now and darkness fell upon the jungle. Rengar relied on his false eye along with his other senses to gauge Kha'Zix's position. He assumed that Kha'Zix wasn't blinded by the darkness given that he originated from the Void. So with blades up in a battle stance, Rengar watched his surroundings. Hearing a slight whistling sound behind him, he immediately turned around and cut through the air. The bone spikes aimed at him all clattered harmlessly onto the ground. Before the last of those projectiles hit the ground, however, a new volley was launched and Rengar leapt backwards to dodge them. Before he even landed, more of these spikes flew towards his destination, and realising he couldn't dodge these, he swept with his blades and blocked all but two of them. One of the spikes hit his shoulder, but his shoulder guard protected him, however the other buried itself into the meat of his thigh. He fell on one knee as he reached down and yanked the spike out, now dripping with blood. Before he could even have a moments rest, yet another volley was launched. Rengar leapt away in the nick of time as the ground where he was moments ago, was littered with dozens of spikes. Falling onto one knee once more, he camouflaged himself. This will grant him a moment of respite as he gauged the position of the Void creature. The creature wasn't hard to find given that his false eye could read body heat. He saw a field of orange and where Kha'Zix was, he saw a silhouette of blue.

Cold-blooded. How fitting.

All this time, he held that same toothy grin on his face, the exhilaration of a worthwhile hunt satisfied him especially after such a long period of boredom. He stalked slowly towards Kha'Zix who was looking around confused trying to find him.

It's time.

Let's end this!

As Rengar leapt from Kha'Zix's left side, he brought his knife arcing down. Kha'Zix had heard the slight rustling of leaves as Rengar jumped and, reacting in time, he swung both of his claws around catching the knife. Rengar directed his knife downwards but Kha'Zix's swing was directed outwards. It forced the knife to miss its mark as his arm swung too wide. It was embedded into the ground and before he could amend his mistake, Kha'Zix had fired a bone spike right at his heart. He barely moved far enough to dodge a fatal blow as the spike punctured his right lung. He backed away immediately leaving his knife in the ground and brought his other hand across to remove the spike. That was the opportunity that Kha'Zix had waited for all this time. With one arm occupied and the other with no means to block his attack, Kha'Zix darted forward with blinding speed and thrusted his claws forward viciously. Rengar could feel something sharp digging into his abdomen but his adrenaline blocked the pain. As both of their camouflages dissipated, Kha'Zix stared triumphantly at a snarling Rengar.

Kha'Zix reared his head and started to laugh in its monstrous manner, something so horrific it couldn't be described. It's laughter however, was cut short as he felt something covering his face. He realised it was Rengar's hand and through the fingers he saw Rengar's dark murderous grin and blood-soaked fangs. That was the moment when his laughter died, and was replaced with desperation and fear. Kha'Zix forced his claws deeper into Rengar's body, but the hunter didn't seem to notice at all. At that moment, all Rengar could see was his prey finally about to become a trophy on his wall.

I win.

He gripped Kha'Zix's face tighter as he swung his other arm over. The arm-blades connected with Kha'Zix's neck. In pain Kha'Zix screeched bloody murder and pulled his claws out from Rengar's torso and swung them wildly. Rengar received more lacerations on his chest, legs and arms but before any more serious damage could be dealt, he pushed his arm-blades deeper. Finally, as it cut through the spinal cord, Kha'Zix's appendages stopped swinging. He fell limp as Rengar finished cutting his head off.

Finally…

As Rengar held Kha'Zix's head by the antennae, he trudged over to pick up and sheath his knife. He was aware of a wound in his midsection, but from the lack of pain he didn't realise how serious it was. He began to trudge slowly back towards his den, limping, with one hand holding Kha'Zix's head and the other holding his wound. It didn't do much as blood still flowed freely through his fur and fingers and as he walked, he left a trail of blood.

As his adrenaline began to subside, the pain and exhaustion began to hit him. The punctured lung finally took its toll as well. Pain wracked his body with every step; he was wheezing as he tried his best to breathe but it was very laboured. As the extent of his injuries dawned on him, he powered through it as much as he could, stumbling forward step by step.

Not… yet…

His vision began to blur as the blood loss has reached his head. He felt light-headed, but he still persisted. He felt his muscles weakening and after taking a few more steps, he could no longer muster the energy to move. He fell forward as darkness clouded his vision and awaited his death.

I guess… that space… won't be filled… after… all…

A/N: First fanfic after my 'test run' with The War for Shurima. Be kind, but criticisms and advice are appreciated too. Also to allay any surprises or confusion later on, I'll say that Teemo is the main antagonist along with Morgana and Tristana. And yes they will be depicted in their halloween skins, (Little Devil Teemo, Bewitching Morgana, Bewitching Tristana), I don't intend for Teemo to be a joke villain, but it'll be hard given how cute that skin is :3 (Splash only. The in game model is creepy af)

Hope you enjoyed it thus far! ^-^

P.S. Yes I meant it when I said, there will be no lemons. If you're after lemons there are plenty of other stories to read, of which none will be mine.