You sat there staring blankly at the funny runes on the page, but not taking any of it in as you let your mind wander. Over the last week you had began to question yourself.Whowhere you? How could you be falling for a monster who enjoyed pain and bloodshed? How had you come to enjoy it? At least the blood part.
"Hey, (y/n)." Came Ramsay's voice from far away.
"Hm?" You hummed, tearing your tired eyes away from the spell book.
"Come. I've got something for you." His bare chest was covered in blood, an evil grin across his face.
"Look, I'm busy." You said, motioning to the book.
Ramsay gave you a very displeased look. "I didn't ask."
You sighed, rising from the chair. You took a step forward when the doorbell sounded.
Ramsay frowned, "Didn't know that damn thing even worked." He swept from the room, you followed quickly.
Ramsay threw the door open and both of you were overly surprised to find Sansa standing there in the twilight.
She rushed towards you and collapsed into you, sobbing against your shoulder.
"Sansa?!" you gasped, hugging the young woman. "what's wrong?"
"Please,I need help." She choked. You pulled her out of you and wiped the tears spilling downher face. "Winterfell is under attack. Theon. Bran and Rickon dead."
You saw Ramsay's curiosity peak as Sansa spoke. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.
"Slow down, what's going on?" You asked, not fully understanding.
Sansa took a deep breath. "I left to find Arya. Theon has led an attack against Winterfell. I saw two charred bodies hanging from the gate. Bran and Rickon, I just know it. Everyone is gone. I didn't know where elseto turn. Please."
"How many men?" Ramsay asked.
"Around thirty or fourty from what I counted. Will you help?"
Ramsay frowned, apparently running ideas and numbers over in his head.
"Of course we will. Ramsay, is there anyone you can call on?" You said, looking at the blood covered vampire.
Ramsay rolled his eyes, and made a dramatic motion to himself.
"The Calvary is here, darling." He left you and Sansa.
You exchanged looks with the young werewolf. You pulled her into a hug.
"I am so sorry," you whispered.She began to cry again.
Ramsay returned a few short minutes later, a harness over his bare chest, with three guns. His favorite knife in one hand, your wand in the other. "Here." He thrust your wand at you. You took it and held it tightly.
"I can't kill anyone." You said, uneasiness washing over you.
Ramsay smirked, "I don't need you to. But, remember that Theon is mine."
"Iwillmeet you by the large tree in front of the house." Sansa said, turning on the spot.
"Ever traveled by magic?" You asked Ramsay.
"Do I look like I've traveled by magic before?" He said with that same annoyedlook from earlier.
You grimaced, "take hold of my arm and do not let go." Ramsay did as instructed.
He stumbled as you reached your destination, letting go of your arm. "Whoa. Talk about a head rush."
You looked around and spotted a large, red wolf sitting beneath the tree.
"Ready?" Your nervous voice said in the darkness. The wolf stood up and trotted to the front of Winterfell manor.
As Ramsay led you to the door mat he pulled a gun from its holster and glanced at you and the small horse sized wolf.
"This will all be over in a minute." He grinned, revealing inch and a half longfangs, pushing the doorbell.
"Pizza delivery!" Ramsay shouted, kicking in the door, splintered wood flying as vampire and werewolf charged through the doorway.
The sounds of gunfire, screaming, the breaking of glass and wood, and Ramsay's delightful laughsrang through the still night air. You watched Ramsay slit throats, gracefully, and wolf Sansa rip throats out in jaws full of sharp teeth. It was a blood bath. Absolute carnage.
You stood rooted in the doorway as you watched Ramsay rip a man's throat out with his bare hands, turning to gut another man with his knife. A look of pure delight on his face. The way he moved was almost like dancing.
He snapped someone's neck, pushing the body away, and he pivoted and brought his knife up in an uppercut, sticking his next victim under the chin, drawing his second gun to empty the clip into the back of a man trying to run.There was really no need for you as the body count mounted.
"(Y/n), find Theon for me, please, sweetling." Ramsay called at you, perched on top of man and repeatedly bashing his head into the stone floor, the force of the blows forcing the brain to escape the crushed skull.
You wandered the halls, looking for Theon Greyjoy. After many minutes of looking, you found him cowering a spare room. You raised your wand.
"Please, let me go." Theon whimpered.
"You don't deserve that. The Starks were your family. I am much looking forward to whatever Ramsay has in store for you." You spat with venom, bringing your wand down.
Theon was bound and gagged. You stood him up, and shoved your wand in his back.
"I will not hesitate to kill you if you try to run." You hissed, pushing Theon forward.
"Ah, there you are." Ramsay smiled. He probably had more blood on him than you had in your body, you thought, taking him in.
You watched as Ramsay circled Theon like apredator does its prey before striking. He placed the edge of his blade against Theon's cheek. Theon shut his eyes tightly, sweat rolling down his face, trembling all over.
"No, that won't do. Youwilllook at me. Look at the mess you've made." Ramsay growled, punching Theon in the side. Theon cried out in his gag and doubled over.
You turned to see Sansa, as a human again. Her blue eyes sad, as she looked over the dead bodies.
"Thank you." She said quietly, looking between you and Ramsay.
Ramsay frowned at her and waved his hand at her dismissively.
"Of course. What will you do now? Where will you go?" You said, sticking your wand in your back pocket.
The young woman sighed, "To Robb and Jon, I guess. Again, thank you." Before your eyes the red wolf appeared and bounded out of the house.
"How tired are you?" Ramsay asked, a dark look crossing his face.
"What?" You asked, bewildered.
"I always enjoy a good fuck after such destruction. Right here. Right now." Ramsay said, laughing at the shocked look on your face.
"I... uh..." You stammered.
"Well, maybe not right here, but let's get the new toy home, then I will show you what I was thinking." Ramsay said, giving the destroyed room a sweeping glance.
You walked over to Ramsay and Theon, clutching on to them both, turning with all your might.
"How where you able to get into Winterfell without the consent of anyone?" You asked, pushing Theon away from you.
"Because I'm bound to you for saving my life, where you go, I go. Pretty little loophole. Wait for me here." Ramsay said, swiftly kissing your cheek and draggingTheon down the hall.
A short while later Ramsay returned, free of blood. He took your hands, his touch almost hot, his skin a normal, peachy color.
"I know it keeps visiting you in your dreams. I know you lay there awake half the night. I sit there and watch it, every night inout of the window. Let's burn the fucker to the ground."
"I don't understand." You said.
"Look, I'm tired of looking at Wendy. He's a bit creepy and I have grown bored of wondering when you will consciously speak its name aloud. Take usback to Winterfell."
Youtightened your grip onRamsay's hand.
The silence was haunting. Ramsay steered you to the ruined front door.
"Ladies first."
You stepped through the doorway. Ramsay followed, looking around and admiring his handiwork.
"When you feel ready, speak its name and be prepared toblow this shit up." Ramsay said.
"Oh no. I can'tdo that." You said,alarmed by the ludicrous idea. Thoughyou weren't sure if you were more afraid ofcoming face to face with the wendigo or burning Winterfell to the ground.
"Yes, you can. Do what I said." Ramsay demanded.
You pulled your wand from your pocket and gave Ramsay a cold look.
"You're a fucking brat," you grumbled.
You turned from him and looked around. Youdrew a shaking breath and closed your eyes.
"Wendigo." You whispered.
You felt Ramsay grab your wrist and pull you back to step in front of you before you opened your eyes.
There it stood. Mist rising from it, a horrible rotting smell coming from it. It made deep noises, sounding like a dying mangurgling on their own blood. It stood up tall, spreading it's long clawed hands. Taking a lumbering step towards you and Ramsay. Fearparalyzed you. You couldn't hold your wand straight, for the shaking.
The creature shook it's head, the skin on it's antlers flapping and slapping in the cold night air. It made a sweeping motion. You screamed and pulled Ramsay down with you as you surroundedthe both of you in a shield charm.
"Burn the fucker!" Ramsay shouted over the frustrated roar of the beast.
"I can't!" You cried.
"You have to! I cannot save you. Only fire works. I burn too." Ramsay shouted as your shield charm flickered dimly.
"Then go!" You cried, losing your focus on your spell.
Ramsay winked at you and ran from the house. You took another deep breath, standing up straight, bringing your wand down like a sword, fire erupting all around you. It was notexactly what you had hoped for, but the place was quickly catching fire, as beasttoo caughtfire. It'sscreaming, chilling you toyour core.
"(Y/n!)" Ramsay called. "You better not be dead godsdamnit!"
His voice brought you back to reality, quickly you turned. Next second you were falling to your hands and knees beside Ramsay. He helped you stand and you leaned against him, watching Winterfell engulf in flames.Ramsay's eyes sparkled as the fire reflected and danced in the deep blue pools, a triumphant look crossing his face as he smirked.
After several minutes Ramsay glanced down at you.
"Let's go, sweetling." He said in a satisfied tone, and the woodwork in the manor creaked and moaned as the fire licked it.
