The Guardian of the North (Robb Stark) Completed

Battle of life and death -part 6: our deepest, darkest fears

Wine, loud chatter, a pressing warmth and the sound of glasses clinging together.

The music that was playing was all too familiar to Robb. The slow, wailing violin was almost unrecognizable due to the crowds' noise but that song, that miserable, haunting piece of music would forever haunt his dreams.

Like it did now.

Robb was standing in the midst of the sept of Bealor that was decorated with tons of flowers and candles, tables and chairs covered in drinks and cakes. Almost all of the people were dancing slowly like they were completely hypnotized by the music. Robb's eyes followed a red long carpet till his eyes met the grand table where the bride and groom were seated.

"Elena." Robb breathed out her name when he saw her there, her eyes shooting daggers through his chest. She fumbled with her scarlet red dress that contrasted with her pale skin. There was hate and disappointment written all over her face like he had just left her to the dogs.

Which he evidently had. At Elena's side Jaime was seated with Ethan standing right behind him, a satisfied smirk decorating his face. That wasn't the only thing though, at Jaime's side sat Sansa and Ramsay who was looking at the feast with joyful eyes which usually meant no good.

When he had taken in all that he also noticed the overbundance of red all over the tables and floor. At first he thought that it was just wine but now he knew different.

This wasn't a wedding, this was a funeral.

And the dead were the only ones allowed.

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"Hey Steve!" He felt something hard collide with his already throbbing cheek. "Wakey wakey!" His taunting voice continued as he felt something else collide with his other cheek. Steven groaned, slowly lifting is eyelids as his eyes tried to adjust to the darkness of the room. "Don't die on me yet, Stevie, there's so much more I want to do."

Steven's eyes slowly became used to the darkness of the room. It was a cold, dark one, the only thing in the room being a table covered with weird-looking tools and in the other corner multiple crossed and chains. His breath hatched in his throat and his arms pulled on the chains when he noticed them there.

"Castiel? Mary?!" He spotted his other children as well, all chained to the wall and covered in blood. Mary seemed asleep but his other kids were all awake and looking at him with fear-filled eyes. "No, no, no." Steven started to thrash around, trying to break the chains that bound him to whatever he was bound to. "LET THEM GO!!!"

"You and I both know I can't do that." Ramsay appeared in his line of sight, his mad eyes boring deeply into his. "Not after what you did to me."

"Please, let them go, they have nothing-"

"YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!" Ramsay yelled. "My powers, my wings, my everything!" His hands glasped around Steven's neck. "So now, I'm going to take everything from you." He smiled madly. "One by one, slowly, intimately." Ramsay looked straight into Steven's eyes. "You will watch your family die."

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"Damon." Her voice woke him from his trance. He frowned as he opened his eyes, seeing only fire surrounding him. The warmth was pressing, all consuming like it was sucking all of his energy right out. "Evelyn?!" Damon turned around swiftly and tried to locate where her voice came from. He walked over multiple wooden planks, tripped over a broken cabinet and shook at the sight of small bones on the burning floor.

"How could you do this?" Her voice was broken like she was crying.

"Evelyn? Where are you?" Damon yelled as he walked through another burning hallway. No matter where he looked he only saw fire and burning wood.