SANSA

SHE was agitated. Strung up from the pleasure her body was denied due to Robb's intrusion. Sansa hated to admit that she'd wanted release badly. Almost as much as Jon. It was too soon to start working on seducing him again without seeming needy. She rolled over, staring at the ceiling. A town like Winter Town was her worst nightmare. A black vacuum of unrelenting boredom sucking the air out of her.

This tendency of hers to get bored easily was one of the reasons why she never stayed in one location too long. Even Paris, as much as she loved living there, she occasionally left to go on short excursions before returning to her luxurious apartment in the city of lights.

Sansa sat up. Boredom could wait. There were two final people to be taken care of. And these ones would ensure that Jon and Robb realized she meant business. If all went well, she wouldn't have to spend a day longer in this town. A smile of anticipation stretched her lips.

The sunlight was little more than a warm kiss against her skin thanks to her age and vigorous diet of human blood. Jon's and Robb's abnormality of feeding on animals when they settled into a town was not an affliction that she shared, but it was one that she was determined to cure them of.

The cut and fit of her clothing whispered a quiet luxury that distinguished her from the lower middle class residents strolling around her. Their undistinguished outfits screamed a sad story of mundane, insignificant lives. Her designer boots clicked against the cream colored pavement, drawing looks of green-eyed envy from the passing females and igniting looks of interest from the males.

Sansa glanced down at her manicured nails. They could do with a retouching before she parted ways with this town. She wrinkled her nose as she stepped into the nail salon. Its glass windows streamed light into the small space, and lavender seats clashed with the pastel blue walls. Winter Town's nail salon was as unimpressive as the rest of it; the quality questionable and the choices lacking. But she hadn't had her nails catered to in a while, so this was a sacrifice that she would have to make.

Sansa seated herself in an unoccupied chair and looked through a set of nail polishes neatly arranged on a countertop. An employee walked over to her. "Can I help you?" the lady asked, her voice containing the slightest trace of hostility.

Sansa slowly dragged her attention from the nail polishes and looked up at the woman who sported a bad dye-job of bright red hair. "Is there a problem?" The threat seeped into her voice as she stared deep into the manicurist's mossy green eyes.

The lady's expression turned blank. "No, not at all," she replied.

Sansa flashed a quick smile. "Good," she said. "Now sit down and do my nails."

"Right away," the manicurist replied, pulling out the seat opposite her.

After her nails were cleaned and treated, Sansa refocused her attention to the color palette. "Hmm." She studied her perfectly shaped nails and then the two polishes she had narrowed her choice down to. "I want the blue one—no the red one."

She turned to a random lady sitting close to her. "Which color do you think will suit me best?" She held up the bottles of nail polish.

"Blue," the lady replied.

"Paint my nails with the red one," Sansa ordered the manicurist.

The manicurist set to work with almost robotic motions while Sansa kept watch with a critical eye. When her nails were done and dried, she held them up for closer inspection. The manicurist's skills were basic, but the blood-red shade of the polish were its saving grace. It lay smoothly against her nails, gleaming at her like an invitation to draw blood from someone and watch it run down her fingers, confirming if it lived up to its name.

She left the nail salon without paying and strolled down the street. How could she isolate her final targets? Her brother had a disgusting obsession with one, and Jon hovered over the other. Currently, they were still in class, guarded by the two vampires. Sansa shook her head at Jon's and Robb's ridiculous need to play human to the extent they willingly subjected themselves to sitting through lectures. She headed to the school. A little waiting game was fine.

A stream of students headed out of the college building, while others lingered around the grassy lawn of the campus chatting. Her targets exited the building a few minutes later, Robb keeping close to the brown haired girl.

After a short farewell, the group split and Jon and Robb peeled away as they headed for their car. Sansa smiled at her luck. If she could separate the girls, she could get back before the guys returned home. Or else, they would realize the house was empty and come looking.

The girls walked to a separate dark blue car, driving off after buckling in. Robb's car headed in the same direction for a short while before diverging and heading toward the outskirts. Once he made it past the city limit, Sansa knew she had fifteen minutes at the most to complete her task. She could move faster than a car which was too big to flash with. But vampires could push the gas to an insane speed without worry of dying in a wreck.

She tailed the blue car as it moved through the streets, watching as it parked in front of a small two story house. Margaery and Daenerys exited from the front of the car and two other girls emerged from the back seats. Minor inconvenience, but she could take care of them too.

As the group headed to the front door of the house, Sansa made her move. "Stop," she commanded.

The group of girls halted, varying looks of confusion spreading across their faces as they faced her.

"Aren't you—?" Daenerys started.

Sansa didn't give her a chance to finish. She struck with precise force. Knocking Daenerys to the ground as she leapt at the girl and buried her teeth in her neck. Screams shattered the silence brought on by shock and confusion as Margaery and the remaining girls attempted to flee.

But Sansa was quicker. A tear through the jugular took care of the two girls, until only Margaery remained, trembling and ghostly; her eyes widened, taking up half her face.

Sansa grabbed her arm. "We're going to have a little fun." She flashed them to the forest, the wind smacking in their faces as the background rushed by. A mile seemed to pass in a second, one instant they were surrounded by blood and bodies, the next the scent of uncovered earth filled their noses and small animals scurried around them.

Sansa released her and Margaery collapsed to the ground, heaving up the contents of her stomach.

"Call Robb." Sansa pulled the girl up and grabbed her phone out of her pocket. She pushed it against her ear. "Sound happy."

Margaery opened her mouth and instantly doubled over again, releasing another round of bile.

"Fine." Sansa rolled her eyes. "I guess we'll do it the easy way." She stared into the girl's eyes as they turned blank. "Call Robb. Tell him you're going on a camping trip out of state and will be gone for the next several days." She dialed Robb's number and pushed the phone against Margaery's ear, glaring at her until the call picked up and she started to speak.

"Hi, Robb—Yeah, I'm fine—listen, I'm leaving for a camping trip with my brother in a few minutes. He lives in Montana and I'm meeting him there, so I just wanted to call and let you know that I will be gone for a few days. . . . Okay . . . I will. Bye." Margaery hung up and placed her phone back into her pocket. She silently glanced at Sansa.

"All done?"

Margaery nodded.

"Good." Sansa sank her teeth into the girl's neck.