GoT Sansa's Sanity

Ch 2: Visitor

AN: I hate that I like Petyr's creepy attraction towards Sansa even though it always feels like a fake ploy for power, but there is something that is also real to it.

"Please nothing would give me more pleasure then if you would call me Petyr."

Sansa saw his expression slightly change, and she knew he was scrutinizing her. He knew she had been crying, and it aggravated her. "What do you want?"

Petyr stood straighter and the almost lecherous smile left his face to be replaced by a look of determination, "I thought you knew what I wanted. What I've come for."

Sansa took a breath feeling unsettled that what he was saying sounded sexual in nature. In the past, he had hidden it better. Here, now…with them alone standing in her doorway, she didn't like that he was becoming bolder. At first, she thought he came for her next chapter, but now she was not sure. Something was going on, and she had no idea what it was. She answered him honestly, "I thought you came for a look at my chapter."

"Yes. Kind of. And, I tried vid calling you, but you had it blocked. I was on my way to see another of my writers up town and thought I would stop by on the off chance you were in."

Sansa opened the door farther, stepped back deciding she was just being emotional and misread him, "Do come in. Would you like some tea?"

She told herself to stay calm and to try not to think about the news and the strange memory she had. The last time she had a vision of remembrance flair to life, she lied to herself truly wanting to believe it was something from a movie vid, but she knew it was not the truth. If only she knew what the truth was. After her mother's death, she had blocked out memories that had never fully returned.

"No, thank you. I really can't stay. I just wanted to see if you took my advice. So have ou scrapped your last story and started on a new one where love overcomes the strength of evil, which is what your readers have come to expect from you." Petyr smiled with a raise of an eyebrow.

Sansa tried for calm, "I don't know why you keep insisting that I write a new story. I love the one I'm writing. It speaks to me."

Petyr moved further into her apartment, "Have you been watching the news?"

Sansa thought that was a strange question, "Yes, why?"

"I think you've been watching it too much of it, and it's found its way into your story. When you first pitched the new story to me, you spoke of enduring love and a beautiful fair maiden in space waiting for her prince." Petyr turned allowing his long black coat to flair out at the end.

"Yes, and that's exactly what I'm writing." Sansa felt tired and didn't want him changing her mind on this.

"Is it?" Petyr stepped closer.

"Yes. See for yourself. Com…open archive to last item and go to chapter 2." Sansa waved her hand at her entertainment wall. She glanced over seeing the correct file name then turned back to him and gave a summary. "See she fell and he takes her hand to help her up as he looks into her sapphire eyes for the first time."

Petyr started reading where she prompted. He took a breath, "Are you perhaps confusing two stories and sending me the wrong one."

Sansa turned to the wall. Shock overtook her as the text she was pointing at was not what it should have been. She read it out loud. "His hand jerked her long bloody hair dragging her up to her feet. Death peered down into her frightened sapphire eyes knowing he was the last person she would ever see."

Sansa stepped back from the wall and banged into her glass coffee table. "That's not right. Com when was this chapter last altered."

The apartment's virtual steward's female voice responded, "Two days ago on October 22, 2051 at 10:50 pm."

Sansa wrapped her arms around her waist. Her voice was barely audible as fear took over, "I think I went to sleep around…ten. Com…who altered it?"

The female voice spoke, "Unknown."

Sansa's mouth fell open in confusion. She knew no one had her pass codes to change her files, and the apartment complex's security records everyone that enters the premises even visitors giving them an ID code and storing their facial recognition imprint so that when anything happens it can identify who did what and who was in what rooms when.

Petyr spoke up, "I'll just assume you didn't write this, so who have you given your pass codes to?"

"No one."

"No one? Not a friend or a boyfriend?"

"I don't give my codes to friends, and I don't have a boyfriend. I don't have any family to speak of anymore. I never bring anyone over here. You're the first visitor I've had in the three months I've lived here. I don't understand what's happening." Sansa glance at him then around her apartment as she fought back anxiety and anger that someone had altered her story.

Sansa tipped her head to the side to get a better look at her kitchen table. Her blood turned to ice in her veins as she pointed with a shaking hand, "The vase. It's been moved."

Petyr spoke quietly, "Com…silent mode…how many people are in this apartment?"

The wall screen changed to blank white with one word in the center, "Three."

Sansa's eyes went wide.

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AN: Oh that's not good. Who is it…the Spiral Killer? How did they get in? What is going on? Where are they? And, why am I asking these questions? Muahahhaa!