Lissa would never admit this to her mother who was probably begging on the streets of King's Landing right now, but she was glad she never saw her after that day she was taken in as a servant of the castle.

For a girl like her, born and brought up in the slums, it was the closest she knew she would ever get to living in a castle without actually being a princess.

She was kidnapped, her mother would claim, but in reality, she willingly went with Jost, the older fat man that had taken her that day. He had come in and offered her a job, on the condition that he marry her.

He was a guard for the Red Keep, a fat ugly man who breathed like a pig when made to stand under the sun. Marrying her beauty to his face was akin to sticking a rose in a pile of shit. But….the job.

She agreed, and soon enough she became the newest cook's assistant for the castle kitchen. At night she warmed that disgusting pig's bed, but it was a small price to pay.

Which was why this trip she was on with the royal company to the North was a heaven-sent. She was finally away from her husband and enjoying the sights of the great land of which she grew up in.

Not many could make such a claim. Many peasants die in the shit they are born in, looking over the city walls, always wondering just what was outside, but knowing if they left they would die in the wilderness.

But here she was, exploring the land, a small army with her. Sure they were here to protect the King and Queen and whatnot, but still, it made her feel special.

And when they arrived at Winterfell, the blessed seven, it was magnificent. Lissa almost felt her heart melt looking at the ancient castle. She had a fetish for an old strong structure, their security and strength pleased her in a way no man ever could.

The cold was horrible, true enough, the North was biting to its alien guests, but as soon as she entered the castle halls, it was like a warm hug filled with love from the maiden herself.

Her first day at the castle she had decided she would stay here. Here she could serve and live properly, not out on the streets and she could also avoid her dreaded husband. She doubted the man would come up here just to get her back.

And so that was Lissa's plan, to find a local guardsman here and live peacefully, well, it was, until she met Lord Snow.

He wasn't really a lord, no, not at all. He was the bastard son of the Warden of the North. Jon Snow, but the way he behaved, he might as well have been a lord to Lissa's eyes.

He was a strange figure, she saw him a few times around the castle, always dressed like a man from the Night's Watch. He wore full black, covering every inch of his skin. He even wore a hood that was sewn into his cloak. He was a figure shadowed in mystery, she didn't even see his real face until that night at the banquet.

It seemed Lord Snow had an issue with the sun, on days when it was too bright he would often get headaches or rashes if his skin was exposed for too long. The servant maids said so, once they even saw him get a burn from exposing his skin to the light.

But, when the sun went down, then the true lord came out.

Lissa had walked into the loud and festive mead hall with a tankard full of ale. She looked around frantically for Lord Snow, as one of the other servants told her he would be here. She looked and looked until finally, she spotted him.

He laughed cheerfully, toasting a mug of ale with the local smith and carpenter, asking the men about their family and the good fortunes that had come upon them. He was engaging with everyone around him.

No, that wasn't right. He wasn't engaging with them like a bard would people with a song, no, he was charming them all under the spell of his voice and they didn't even know he was doing it.

They laughed at his every joke, the scorned at the tiniest drawback or negative issue that he had faced that day, like missing his favorite glove or having lace on his tunic break.

"Here my lord! Let me give you mine!" one eager hedge knight had offered eagerly, pulling at his tunic already.

"That won't be needed Sir Echer, though the thought is appreciated friend," Lord Snow smiled, putting his hand on the man, "I'm sure Lucy would not want the tunic she made for her beloved to go to another man, now would she?"

The knight blinked, "o-oh yes! That would be a right burger up wouldn't it?" the people laughed as Lord Snow began once again engaging everyone.

He was charming, he was a pilot and above all else, he was drop-dead handsome.

His face bared not a single blemish, not a spot of discoloration not a hair out of place on his eyebrows. He was clean-shaven, showing off his pointing chin and thin lips that seemed to not be in the form of a smile. His eyes were dark and his hair was long, reaching till his shoulder, but combed perfectly, like a Prince's.

If Lissa was being honest, Lord Snow acted more like a King than that fat off ever did. Lord Snow was speaking with his subjects, engaging with them. While what did the King do? Lissa turned and almost retched, he was dining with the manners of a pig. Forcing food into the gullet he called a mouth with one hand while using the other to explore down the front of his serving maid's chest.

Lissa was disgusted, utterly so. She looked back at Lord Snow and for a moment, a single moment, their eyes connected. He smiled at her, a polite one, and she couldn't help but feel her whole face turn red and the lips between her legs moistening.

She wanted him, bad.

She tried to get close, but always was called away, serving drinks the whole night to everyone else in the hall except, it seemed, the man she wanted to get close to. The night moved too quickly for Lissa, far too quickly. It was over in the blink of an eye.

By the time she was free, Lord Snow had vanished. Disappointed she began assisting the other maids in clearing up the hall. It took a long time and it only made all the more unbearable by the fact that her night was also wasted romantically.

By the time they were done, it was already early in the morning, which means they would only have a few hours of sleep before having to wake up again to prepare breakfast.

Lissa was guided out of the hall and to the servants quarters, which involved her crossing the castle courtyard. But as she was moving, her eye spotted a figure on the edge of her vision. A shadowy figure moving across in the darkness.

She was about to report it to someone, when the figure lowered their hood, revealing Lord Snow's beautiful visage.

It was him. He was here, awake, and...he was looking at her. Smiling at her. He raised a single digit and called her over, becking over to what looked like the entrance to a broken tower.

She hesitated for a second, but only a second, before moving away from her fellow-servants. She ran across the courtyard, her footsteps echoing into the empty and inactive castle grounds.

As she came close, it seemed Lord Snow was growing further away. He stepped inside the door and left the door open for her. When she reached the door she looked in and saw the edge of his cape turning the corner on the walled circular stairs.

He wanted her to go up.

Excited by the chase she shut the door behind her and ran up, hiking her skirt up above her knees, eager for it to come off fully. She ran, her footsteps ringing off the stone steps. A single pair of footsteps rang out in the tower, no more.

She reached the top and pushed open the door at the end of the staircase. And there he was, cloak and all, staring out an open window, looking to the castle of Winterfell with something akin to the longing in his eyes.

"L-Lord Snow?" Lissa asked, stepping forward. A long squeak rang out into the room before the door slammed shut behind her, startling the woman.

"Do not be startled my dear," Lord Snow turned, a smile on his face, "this tower is drafty, the doors and windows often have a mind of their own. Come, let me get a good look at you in the moonlight."

Lissa smiled, his assurance giving her confidence. She walked forward, approaching the previously unapproachable man, now standing less than a foot away from him.

The man reached up and with his fingers took her chin and turned her head to the left and right before stretching her head to one side, exposing her neck, "you are….scrumptious. You came with the King's party, yes?"

"Y-yes my lord, my name is-"

"-I don't care for your name," Snow snapped, releasing her chin, "tell me, do you have a family? Friends? Something holding you back to King's Landing?"

"N-no my Lord! I am a free woman!" Lissa replied quickly, ignoring his rude dismissal of her name before. It was common enough with most Nobels, maybe he just didn't know her well enough.

"Good...good, you are perfect," the man closed the gap between them in an instant, so quickly she didn't even notice at first. Holding her shoulders gently in his hands, running up and down them in a calming manner.

"P-perfect? My lord, surely you jest, I am no great beauty. Not like a Lady," Lissa was fishing for compliments, a man as great and Nobel as Lord Snow wouldn't hesitate to-

"Yes, you are a particularly ugly piglet aren't you?" Lord Snow sighed, "but no matter, it would be a shame to do this to someone of actual worth. I do hate removing beauty from this world after all."

"W-what?" Lissa asked, shocked. This wasn't the same Lord Snow she saw at the banquet. This wasn't the kind and gentle man who smiled and laughed with all his people like old friends.

"Come now, you didn't really think I asked you here for a shag do you?" the man scoffed, amused, "come now. I'm a very open-minded fellow, but bestiality isn't my forte."

"Who are you calling a beast?!" Lissa struggled, trying to pull away. That soft touch seemed to be made out of iron. Lord Sow smiled at her struggle, releasing her temporary grip. She backed away, "how dare you! Who do you think you are talking to me like that y-you bastard!"

And just like that, the mask Lord Snow was wearing cracked. His smile dropped, moving from amused to a neutral dismissive glare that one would give an annoying bug. And then, slowly, the tips of his lips widened, a smile came again. Only this time it wasn't amused, no, this time, it was sadistic.

And Lissa realized something. Lord Snow never smiled with his teeth. He always had his lips pressed against each other when he smiled. But now, seeing his teeth for the first time, Lissa saw for a while.

Two sharp fangs suddenly slid out of his gums, the shined, even in the darkness and Lissa knew she would die that night.

"KYAA!" she screamed however and ran, throwing the door open and running away as quickly as she could. She didn't look back, she didn't have the courage too. But she didn't hear his footsteps, she didn't hear him, she was doing it, she was going to-

"You know, you shouldn't have screamed. Now I'll have dinner quickly or else someone is going to come here and investigate."

The voice came from her left. She turned and there, standing upside down on the ceiling was Lord Snow. his cloak gone, his hands in his trousers, almost smiling, amused.

Lissa was terrified, so terrified her next step missed the level, she began to tumble. The world started to spin, she felt her head hit the wall of the tower hard several times, a sharp pain went up to her legs.

She tumbled all the way down the stairs, collapsing onto a heap.

Her vision was doubled, a sharp pain on the back of her skull. Reaching up she felt blood, she was bleeding. Pulling herself up by her elbows she looked around. She was on the ground floor and right there, right within her reach, was the door to the tower.

She pulled herself forward, dragging herself by her elbows to the door. She reached up to the handle when suddenly a hand grabbed her outreaching arm. She looked, shaking in terror as her eyes came upon the cold visage of Lord Snow.

"I must admit, you are fast for a piggy," He pulled her up with one arm. He didn't struggle, he didn't strain himself. With a single-arm, in a single motion, he raised her up like one would a piece of chicken from their dinner plate.

BAMN!

The door started to shake, as if someone had just tried to open it, only to find it locked. Lissa's eyes winded with hope, she opened her mouth to scream, only for her body to suddenly be slammed against the nearby wall behind the door, Snow's one hand holding her up was now around her neck, and he was choking her, slowly.

"Who's in there?! Open this door at once!" the guards outside cried out.

Snow reached up with his free hand and opened the door, pushing it open slightly ajar, just enough for the men outside to see his face.

"L-lord Snow? What are you doing here sir?" the guard asked. Lissa's eyes winded, hope, right behind this stupid wooden door that Snow was holding her next to. She was so close, so damn close.

She began trying to struggle, but Snow's hold on her tightened, so much so her head felt like it was going to explode out of her head from the pressure. She reached to her neck, to try and claw his fingers off, to no avail.

Snow smiled, the one where his lips were closed, "I am… Venkier, I trust you to be discrete about this...but I am currently with a lady friend of mine. One that is quite...loud in expressing her excitement, if you understand my meaning."

"Oh...Oh! I see! Ha-ha, well carry on then young Lord! I'll make sure you both won't be disturbed!" the happy guard replied.

"Wh-" Lissa tried to scream, but no words came out. She tried swinging her hands against the door, making a sound to attract the guard. She banged her fists, frantically trying to get his attention.

Lord Snow however just smiled, "it would seem my lady calls for me and grows impatient. Sigh, the things I do. Pleasant night Venkier, I promise, you won't hear her again."

"Please don't mind me, My Lord, go have your fun. But ah, if you don't' mind me saying, maybe wait until you reach the top, the chance of someone in the courtyard hearing you two."

"I'll keep that in mind," Lord Snow smiled, closing the door. Shutting the light of the outside lanterns, bathing the tower in shadows and Lissa's mind with terror.

He released her, dropping her to the ground.

She landed hard, immediately rubbing her throat, coughing, trying to get her voice back quickly to call for help.

But Lord Snow was not letting her rest. He didn't wait, he reached down again by the neck and pulled her along as he began climbing the steps.

"Do you know why I let you go?" Lord Snow asked, pulling her along. Every step he took was a hit against her lower back. Her legs kicked, her hands tried to claw his away, but it was like fighting a stone wall.

"I like the chase," he replied to his own question, "you see...it just tastes better. Like the difference between having a piece of pork cooked over a fire against one that has been prepared under the hands of an expert chief who treats the meat with herbs. You understand that, right piggy?"

"L-let me go, please," Lissa begged, her voice, however, was barely a whisper, the sound of her dress rustling against the ground was louder than her voice.

But somehow, Snow heard her, "I'm afraid I can't do that," he pushed the door to the top of the tower open and pulled her to the window of the tower. ``You see, I haven't eaten in months. My last meal, well, I was nearly discovered. I had to ration myself off of animal blood. Do you know how disgusting that is? If I take my pork analogy it tastes like meat that has been preserved for months."

"AcK-" Lissa cried out as he raised her into the air once again, holding her in front of him.

"You're Not my usual type, I prefer the blood of less...ugly people," Snow sighed, "but beggars can't be choosers. I'll only have to be this way until I reach King's Landing. Then...well, I doubt people would notice anyone missing there."

"W-what are you?" Lissa asked, her eyes darkening, the air leaving her body.

"Why little piggy. Don't you know? I'm a creature of the night," Snow's lips parted, his fangs were visible and his mouth began to drool.

The last thing Lissa saw was his mouth unhinged like a snake's as he brought it down upon her. She felt a sharp pain on her neck and then, nothing.

Basically it's the idea that Jon became a vampire and now he's out to conquer Westerose and turn it into his domain. But it's just a one-shot for now unless people actually want me to continue it.