This is a crossover of epic proportions. Each fandom is a noble house from the Song of Ice and Fire plot, and all the central characters in each fandom follow the storyline of their corresponding character. For example, House Stark has been replaced with the Avengers fandom, with Nick Fury following the general plotline of Ned Stark. And so on.

Key:

House Fury

All wrongs avenged

House Winchester

To Hell and back

House Who

Our time is now

House Potter

Imperio, Crucio, Avada Kedavra

House Holmes

Knowledge is power

(TBC as it progresses)

AN: Basically, I had this idea and I thought it was awesome. Enjoy.

The Slayer

"I don't like the looks of this."

Jason felt his heart beat a little faster. This was supposed to be routine, just tracking the wildlings. A troupe had tried to climb the Wall a week or so back, and a fair number had doubled back. He and Calvin were just supposed to make sure they wouldn't try it again.

They had found the remains of a settlement. There were tents half-erected flapping in the wind, and some scattered pots and pans. There was even a fire pit all arranged and burned up, probably a few days old. It didn't have any snow covering it, and it had last snowed some four days ago.

It was a perfectly standard, but still, something gave Jason chills about it. And Calvin had been a ranger a lot longer than he had. If he didn't like the looks of this, then something was very, very wrong.

"It looks… off," Jason said. He thought he heard a rustle in the bushes and he whipped around fast. Just the wind.

Calvin stooped and examined the fire. "Three days old, I'd say," he said. He squinted a little and he peered around them.

"But they must've known we were after them, why would they…" Calvin was muttering to himself now, still looking around. Jason shivered a little and pulled his cloak tighter around him. Some more bushes were rustling nearby. He ignored them.

While Calvin studied the fire, Jason decided to poke around the rest of the settlement. He examined a few of the tents, pausing every once in a while to check behind him, just in case.

An odd color caught his eye then, and he cocked his head and went towards it. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized he had just seen one of the bright green leaves of a matrix tree. He approached it and he laid his hand on the dark, black trunk, finding comfort in the familiar sight. He turned looked back and furrowed his brow. He couldn't see Calvin from here. He was about to double back when he saw a small scrap of fabric stuck to one of the thickets of brambles on the forest floor, a few yards further away. He walked over to examine it. A piece of wool, it looked like. Homespun. Wildling.

He looked around quickly, trying to find its source, or from where it might have come, and his eyes spied another flash of color matching the scrap. He walked towards it, heart thumping.

When he came upon the source of the fabric, he felt his whole body go cold. It was a dress, the hem ripped up. It flapped in the wind, the only thing animated about the corpse that wore it. It belonged to a wildling woman, lying dead, eyes closed as if in pain, with her feet bare, and her skin looking so frozen that it might be ice.

"Calvin!" Jason shouted, his voice cracking a little as he did so. "Calvin, come here!"

"Where?" he heard a voice shout back, sounding a lot more distant than he had thought it would be. Jason glanced away from the dead woman, searching for the source of his partner's voice.

"Here!" he shouted back. Then he looked hesitantly at the woman and backed away a few steps. Then he turned on his heel and scampered, following his own footsteps back to the wildling campsite.

There he found Calvin, and he had never felt so relieved to see another human being in his life.

"She's dead," he said, breathless from his flight back.

"Who's dead?" Calvin asked.

"A wildling I saw…"

Calvin still looked confused, so Jason just grabbed his hand and dragged him back to where he had seen the woman's body.

He followed his footprints in the snow exactly, he was sure. But when they reached the spot, there was no body.

Calvin looked at him, more confused than anything.

"There was a woman, you said?"

"Yeah… right…. Right here. I swear." Jason's voice was quaking, and he felt suddenly very, very afraid.

"You'd better not be joking, boy. You nigh-on gave me a fright." Calvin was now shaking his head and looking a little angry. He started walking away from Jason, doing a bit of a circuit around the area that they were now standing in.

"I'm not, I'm not," he said. "I swear, I saw her."

Calvin was just shaking his head, though, as he was looking around.

Jason heard some more rustling in the bushes just then. He shivered a little and started to draw in his cloak tighter when he froze. It was still rustling, and the sound was getting closer.

But the wind was definitely not blowing.

He whipped around and thought he saw some form streaking by. He heard more rustling and he whipped his head to the other side of him and saw another thing moving so quickly that it was only a silent blur. His breathing sped up and he made to run back towards where Calvin was.

He thought he saw more blurs in the corner of his eye, and he made to try and catch a glimpse of them, but they were too fast. He was now breathing so quickly that he could hardly shout for Calvin, but the man thankfully, still managed to hear him. He looked up, and he looked panicked, and he made to shout something at him, but he was cut off by Jason's screech.

Calvin turned around just in time to see Jason's dead woman staring at him, mouth open, before she lunged. She snapped his neck before he had time to shout in terror, and she tackled him down, tearing into his flesh with her teeth. Jason squealed now, and fell to his knees, his entire body cold and helpless. The woman, the monster, heard his squeal and it raised her eyes to him, mouth agape and dripping with Calvin's blood. Jason stared back, into her glowing, red eyes, and felt his bladder emptying itself in his breeches.

When the monster appeared to have drunk its fill she stood and faced Jason, her hair and dress whipping in the wind. Jason trembled, paralyzed with fear, and whimpered a little. He felt a tear or two freezing on his cheek.

She sauntered towards him, Calvin's blood all down her front.

She looked hungry.