Something soft and wet came across Sansa's cheek, the sensation made Sansa flinch in response. Sansa opened her eyes to see old eyes, and wet snout looking down on her. Sansa raised her hand and the old blind dog. "You left me old hound." How did I get in bed? Sansa began to think back onto what had happened, she remembered seeing Marillion on top of her and the sharp pain in her head. Sansa's eyes took in her surroundings. Sansa laid on her bed in the alcove, the entire room shrouded in shadows, except a small sliver of moonlight coming through the crack in the door. Sansa moved the blanket off herself to stand when her eyes fell on her dress. Fear and dread filled her entire being as she saw the blood stained both her dress and blankets. Sansa hands came up to clasp over her mouth. "No…. No… oh… Gods please…no" she begged coming to her feet and nearly falling to her knees.

"It's not yours, girl." A voice came from the darkness.

Sansa could hear her heart beating in her ears, someone else was in the room. Who could it be? What had he said? It's not mine? What's not? The blood? "What?" Sansa whispered.

"The blood. 's not yours."

Nausea filled Sansa. "Is he…"

"Dead? Yes."

"Oh gods." Sansa felt as though she was going to be sick. Sansa suddenly had to uncontrollable urge to rid herself of the blood that stained her clothes. Frantically Sansa reached for a wash rag and began scrubbing her dress. "Oh Gods." She repeated trying to keep the bile from rising in her throat. Sansa lit a small candle and immediately walked behind her panel changing wall with a clean dress and a wash rag. As she washed the blood from her skin Sansa began to calm herself and become very aware of the other person in the small room, while she knew he could not see her that did not comfort her.

Sansa searched the room with the light that illuminated from the small candle until her eyes fixated on a large figure resting on the floor. "Who are you?" Sansa was too afraid to walk any closer as she strained her eyes to make out anything about the figure that would give away his identity.

The man rose to his feet and Sansa's eyes immediately fell to the scar that covered half his face. "The Hound. They said you were dead."

"They say a lot of things." Sansa felt an immediate panic. Had he recognized her? Why was he here?

"Well. I thank you for your help, my father will reward you handsomely. If you'll excuse me." Sansa spoke quickly hoping to leave before he could see her up close.

"Father?" Sandor responded.

"Oh… Uh... Yes. Lord Petyr Baelish." Sansa spoke anxiously.

"Uh huh…"

"Yes. Well I umm should go get him."

Sandor caught Sansa's arm. "Well way I see it, I saved you. Shouldn't you be the one to reward me?"

"Ser, I beg your pardon, but I believe you forget yourself." Sansa tried pulling away but his grip was iron clad. Sandor backed Sansa into a wall, and forcing her to drop the candle in her hand. Sandor's foot came down to stomp out the flame. Sansa could feel his breath hot on her face. "Please… My father…"

"Your father was a traitor before Ilyn Pane took his head."

"You're mistaken. My name is Alayne Stone. I'm the bastard child of Lord Petyr Baelish." Sansa's skin felt like it was on fire.

"Little bird has learned a new song to sing."

Sansa jerked her arm forcefully from his grip. "I'm not your little bird anymore." Sandor stepped closer, pressing Sansa hard against the wall.

"Aye. You're a woman now… and still singing stupid songs…." Sandor's eyes ran down Sansa's body and back up as he spoke. Anger poured through Sansa and her hand came up to meet Sandor's face, but he caught mid swing and forcing it against the wall above her head. "You know… I've save you twice now… I'd say that entitles me to something… Don't you?"

Sandor's hand slowly began to pull Sansa's skirts up so that his hand ran across her bare thigh causing Sansa's breath to catch in her throat. Every ounce of fear that Sansa had felt melted away, her only thoughts were to the way his hand felt on her skin. Sandor's hands cupped Sansa's bum lifting her up so that her legs were wrapped around his waist, Sansa responded by locking her ankles so she would not fall. Sansa could feel the extent of his arousal as he pressed against her. Sandor's lips came to meet Sansa's forcibly, Sansa's entire being froze. Sandor's tongue flicked across her lips and she open hesitantly for him. Anxiety flowed through Sansa, her heart was beating rapidly, her head was spinning, she couldn't help but to let out a small sigh has his tongue explored her mouth. Sandor let out a low grunt as Sansa flicked her tongue back at his. Sandor fiddled with the laces on her dress as Sansa's hand came up to wrap around his throat, pushing him away and breaking the kiss.

"Please." She begged softly. "You can't ask this of me." She breathed heavily.

Sandor's hand came up to claim one of Sansa's breasts as his lips grazed her neck, while Sandor's other hand untied the ribbons of her small clothes, dropping the fabric to the floor. Sandor's hands fumbling with the laces of his breeches as his lips found Sansa's again. The feel of his lips against hers made Sansa's entire body shake, anxiety pour through Sansa as he positioned his manhood to her opening. Sansa snapped out of the lust filled psychosis, she began to struggle feebly.

"Please Sandor." Sandor's movements halted in the darkness Sansa could only feel his reaction against her. Sandor's breathe was coming out in long inhales and short exhales, his grip on her was hurting almost unbearable, and Sansa could feel his eyes piercing her through the night. Sansa raised her hand up to cup Sandor's cheek but the moment her hand grazed his skin Sandor stepped back from the wall. Sansa thought she was going to fall but Sandor simply released her hand and moved his hand behind her back for support in two strides he was bumming against the bed. Sandor then truly did drop her and not gently on to her bed before walking away. Sansa listened to his steps for a moment as he retreated.

"Sandor?" She whispered when the door opened and a dim blue light spilled through the night.

Sandor turned to face her but did not speak.

"Please don't leave me alone." She breathed softly.

"Little bird doesn't know what she want?"

"I only mean… I'm scared."

"And you feel safer with me here?" He asked, when she nodded he continued. "Let me tell you something little bird… In this world you're going to have to learn to protect yourself, or die…or worse." Sandor strode out the door, slamming it hard behind him and leaving Sansa consumed in darkness.