Sansa sat in her room alone, Arya had run off, though she had no idea where. She hadn't seen Sandor all day, and as the sun began to set she wondered if he had been avoiding her. She looked down at the Blackwater Bay, remembering the times of her past. Remembering the night Sandor had come to her room, telling her he was leaving, offering to take her with him. 'I should have gone…' She sighed, 'none of this would be happening had I not been such a stupid girl then.' She then placed her hand to her stomach, a small bulge had indeed appeared and it frightened her. Was she pregnant with a demon?

A faint knock at her door roused her from her thoughts, though she did not move. "Come in." She called out, her eyes still out the window, the sun seeming to hiss as it moved to duck behind the black waters of the bay.

"Sansa…" Sandor walked in slowly, shutting the door behind him.

She turned to look at him, standing slowly as she smiled. "I feared you were avoiding me." She then moved to him, hugging him tightly. "Please, don't leave me alone here."

Sandor took in her scent, resting his chin on the top of her head. He closed his eyes for a moment as he held her close. In his gruff voice, he reassured her. "I'd never leave you… little bird." His arms tightening a bit around her, wanting to just take her, run away from Kings Landing as he had done so long ago, this time taking his bird with him.

"I'm scared…" She finally admitted to him. She had been putting on a brave face for everyone, hiding her dreams, or visions that she had been having. She thought she was going mad at times, but she feared something more was happening, now with Arya growing an unnatural attachment to the Lord of Light. "I feel as if I'm going mad, or that I may do something I'd never forgive myself for."

Sandor moved to take her face between his rough callused hands, "listen to me!" She used his thumb to wipe away a stray tear. "You are a good woman, a rare breed in this shit world. That is why so many of these fucks want you, why so many are quick to draw swords for you." He then dared to kiss her forehead before continuing, "You could never do anything that would change who you are, nothing that would change the love that you have earned."

She could feel more tears filling her eyes as she shook her head, her hand moving over one of his as he held her. "I've been having terrible dreams Sandor, dreams that I will murder Joffrey, dreams that when I do so, R'hllor will be reborn into his mortal form. Joffrey his blood sacrifice, me his bride, and the seven kingdoms his prize."

Sandor could feel her now trembling within his grasp. "I will never let anyone harm you!" He pulled her face closer to his as he leaned down to her, "fuck Joffrey! Fuck R'hllor!" He then pulled her in, kissing her lips hard, passionately.

In the corner of the room, a dark shadow watched, red eyes appearing from the shadow, flames flickering within them.

…..

She felt her hand grabbing the Valyrian blade from beneath her pillow, she felt herself sitting up. But it were as if she were only dreaming, or if she were watching herself. She could see herself looking down at the sleeping form of Joffrey, her once desired King, and her once feared tormentor. She watched as her own delicate hand lowered the blade to his throat, and in one quick motion, the blade slid across his skin, slicing it open as if it were nothing but a silk sheet. Blood poured from him as his eyes shot open in horror, green orbs looked to her in shock, in fear and in desperation as his hands moved to grab at his throat. It was the purple wedding all over again. She could hear him gasping for air, hear him choking, this time on his own blood. He then suddenly reached out, grabbing at her, his bloodied hands taking hold of her white night shift. "Why?" Was all he could say before he went limp, lifeless in the bed she shared with him.

"Wake up Sansa, oh gods wake up!" She had shot from the bed and was now pacing. Her night shift soaked with Joffrey's blood, her hands bloodied as well, one still gripping the dagger. Her eyes bloodshot from tears as she looked at the lifeless form of Joffrey, her husband. "Oh gods!" She screamed out in horror as she dropped to the ground.

Suddenly the almost extinguished fire from the hearth burst back to life, causing Sansa to scream out again. She backed from it as much as she could from her spot on the floor. Still clutching the dagger, she watched in horror as the same dark figure emerged from it. "No... No, no, no!"

"Sansa!" Sandor's voice was heard from the other side of her door, banging followed as he tried to get into the room, but the door had been barred shut.

"He cannot get in child…" The shadow moved closer to her, kneeling before her. "You have done well my bride."

She could hardly breathe, frozen in place as she watched the hand of this shadow figure reach out, taking hers into his. Slowly guiding her to stand from the ground, then taking the dagger from her. "What do you want?"

"Only what is mine." The figure spoke almost nonchalantly as it began to move to the bed towards Joffrey's corpse. "The blood sacrifice is complete, three noble houses have given their blood to me now."

Her eyes widened in horror, "three?" She could still hear Sandor relentlessly beating at the door.

"Your father was the first." The shadow stopped at the side where Joffrey's body lay, "Stark, then Stannis, Baratheon, now Joffrey, Lannister." She thought she could make out a grin in the shadowed figures face. "Now I can take my mortal form, merging my immortal soul with it. And together, we shall rule the world my love."

Sansa stood, still frozen. "No!" She could feel herself beginning to panic, "no I will not join you!" She then ran towards her door, determined to get to Sandor, determined to flee from this beast.

"You will not go to him!" She felt his power, his strength pulling her back. Though he laid no finger on her, she was pulled back to the bed, forced to lay next to Joffrey's corpse as she screamed out again. Now being held down by an invisible force. "You are mine Sansa, now and forever!"

She could only watch in complete horror as the dark figure used its powers to bring Joffrey's body from the bed, watched as the figure slowly merged into it until all that was left was Joffrey's floating body. Slowly the body returned to the bed and laid there a moment before he slowly sat up. She had clenched her eyes shut, praying it was still all a dream, praying she would be woken up to find her green eyed husband staring back at her.

"Sansa…" The voice was not Joffrey's, it was not Sandor's. It was a deep voice, a haunting voice. "Sansa open your eyes."

Slowly she opened her eyes, suppressing another scream as she saw what appeared to be Joffrey sitting before her. Though now his hair had gone brighter, almost silver. His jawline had extended a bit, and his eyes… Gods his eyes were that red she feared, as if touched by fire. "Let me go!"

"Oh my sweet Sansa, our time together has only begun." His hand lowered to her belly, "our son will be the one who helps conquer those who oppose us. His power is already strong, can't you feel it?"

Tears were now freely falling from her eyes, soaking the pillows beneath her. "Please…"

He put a finger to her lips, "shh, you need your rest, you and our son must grow strong." He then slowly moved his hand over her eyes, using his powers to lull her to sleep. "Soon my bride, soon we will have it all." His eyes then shot to the door where Sandor Clegane furiously beat at it, "and it will all begin with the death of your dog."