IT wasn't a greeting but a threat. The cobblestones scraped a stinging line across his face as Jon attempted to move again and the pressure on his back sharpened.

"Are you stuck? Let me help you with that." A hand buried itself in his hair, its nails digging into his scalp and Jon was dragged to his feet. "Blindfold him."

He caught a peep of a small figure picking up the fallen velvet bag and stuffing it in his pocket before a blindfold was tightened around his face, blotting out his view. Hands grabbed his arms from both directions and the world lurched, the ground disappearing from underneath his feet. A rush of wind ripped at his face and yanked his hair. He'd flashed enough times to recognize it in an instant.

Vampires.

The word exploded like a bomb in his gut.

There were other vampires out there other than him, Robb, and Sansa. Jon had always suspected it in the back of his mind but never expected to encounter one.

The rapid wind disappeared as they came to a halt and his feet were set back on the ground. The jingle of keys rang out then the click of a lock. The fresh air transformed into the manufactured coolness produced by an air unit as they stepped through a door. His feet stumbled over a thick carpet and the hands locked around his arms tightened, pinching bits of his skin as he was pulled along a room; a few seconds later, Jon was slammed down into a chair.

Was he to be a prisoner? Stuck here until noon before they dragged him out and set him on fire under direct sunlight? That was the only way to kill a vampire.

"So." It was the same voice. The air shifted as a figure paced across the floor before stopping in front of him. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you."

A finger snapped inches from his face, jerking Jon's attention forward. The darkness remained undisturbed. Without warning, the blindfold was yanked off his face, yellow light flooding in from a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

"You intrude on my city and then you kill my baits?"

The man standing in front of him had mismatched eyes, one blue and one black. His black hair was gelled down and he was dressed fashionably in well fitted clothes.

"I hope my appearance is up to your standard." He grinned, his teeth glinting like knives. "Sadly, my clothes won't look this spotless for long."

"Who are you?" Jon asked. A backhand sent his face cracking to the right.

"Rude of me not to introduce myself, but don't speak unless you're instructed to. My name is Euron."

Jon swallowed the rest of his questions down, eyeing the man silently. He was outnumbered and outpowered.

"I had a very good thing going on with my baits," Euron continued. "Do you remember them? Two prostitutes, a blonde and a brunette. They led humans back to my apartment and I was able to feast without getting my hands dirty. And then you . . ."

Jon's fingers snapped with a crack that echoed through his ears as Euron bent them. He groaned as heat spread through the digits; the throbbing causing his teeth to clench.

"Bind his fingers. We can't let them heal too quickly." Euron's eyes gleamed, satisfaction nestled in them. His men rushed to follow his orders, finding a length of string and tightening it around Jon's broken fingers.

The knot squeezed them together, forcing his fingers to remain in the unnatural position, unable to straighten and mend. "You can find new prostitutes," Jon grunted out.

Another blow knocked his face to the opposite direction. "This isn't about them. It's about you stealing something that belongs to me." Euron's eyes flashed as he leaned close to his face. "You're going to learn that I don't like my property messed with." He snapped his fingers at his men.

Another bolt of pain coursed through Jon as a stake pierced his middle. He grunted and fell forward.

Euron grinned. "Amazing. I bought that online, never thought I'll be able to use it. It was mainly decoration until now."

The stake remained lodged in Jon's stomach, keeping the gap open. His fingers had turned stiff and blotted as pain continued to run through them.

Euron sighed as he grabbed Jon's hair and jerked his head up. "I can't kill you right now. I don't want to start a fire and burn my pretty house down, but encroach on my property again and I'll ship your girlfriend a nice pile of your ash once the fire burns out." He nodded to his men and they pulled Jon out of the chair, walking him to the door and shoving him outside.

Jon stumbled to his knees as the stake was yanked out of his stomach. A shock of pain shot up his left arm as his injured fingers hit the ground. The door swung open behind him and Jon spun around. A slight figure shuffled out, a bag clutched in his pale hands. He held it out to Jon.

"You," Jon said. He remembered the small figure disappearing from view as he'd finished feeding on the prostitutes. "You were spying on me in the alley."

The boy handed him the velvet bag rather than replying and disappeared back into the building.

Jon arrived at Sansa's nearly faint from pain. He'd underestimated how the wind pressure from flashing would affect his inflamed fingers. "Knock knock," he said as he pounded on the door. "Open up."

Sansa opened the door with a pout. "You're annoying." Her eyes widened. "What happened to you?" She pulled him into the apartment, her eyes running over him.

"I was ambushed. Where are your scissors?"

She disappeared into the living room and returned with a small scissor.

Jon cut the string off, exhaling in relief as his fingers straightened and mended. The string had been wound too tightly for him to grip it and pull it off. He yanked his phone out of his pocket. "I need to alert Robb." He speed-dialed Robb's number, running his free hand over his stomach to make sure the wound had fully healed as he waited.

"Jon?" Robb picked up.

"Robb. You need to get here. Now."

"What happened?" The intensity in Robb's voice seemed to flow through the phone, charging the air around him.

"Vampires. A shitload of them. They ambushed me and they're not done."

"What? Are you okay? Where's Sansa? Is she okay?"

"We're okay for now. But we can't take them on our own. We need back up."

"I'm on my way." The call disconnected.

"Do you think the three of us together can take on Euron and his minions?" Sansa asked as Jon placed his phone on the table.

"How did you know his name?" Jon's eyes narrowed. "Did you know about them before?"

She chewed her lip. "I didn't know they would attack you."

He studied her for a moment. "You did. And you used me as bait."

"No, I just wanted you to discover them on your own." She reached out to stroke his arm. "What did you do?"

"Is this why you dragged me all the way to Paris? Why didn't you just tell Robb and I the truth?"

"Robb would never have agreed to fight a group of vampires unprovoked. He would have just ordered me to leave Paris. Claimed it's too dangerous."

"It is," Jon reaffirmed.

"I'm not giving up my apartment. I was here first." Sansa glared at him.

"Do you wonder why I can't ever believe you, Sansa?" Jon slammed the velvet bag on the table. "That's for you, by the way."

"Don't be mad at me." She pressed her lips against his, breaking the kiss moments later to press softer kisses across his face. "We'll get rid of them."