Second part of a request for TrashMonarch. Now, I know you are going to think, OMG that's Blade, and yes, you're right. But the actual myths that I am using come (which were used for Blade) from the Balkans, Serbia, Albania, and Bulgaria. So, I hope you don't think of Wesley Snipes too much when you read this. 😁

(Y/n) walk through the Red Keep. The Lannister bannermen bowing respectfully as she made her way up to Tywin's rooms. She was the only person willing to set foot in the Tower of the Hand. The only one that didn't seem to fear the undead creature that the old lion was. The only one that didn't fear the eternal darkness that sat over the tower like a death shroud. To many, (Y/n) was the light to Tywin's darkness. There was something about her that made others feel drawn to her. Made them feel at ease. But still, those around her couldn't help but notice that there was something a little unusual about the beautiful woman. Despite her form, she seemed to be physically even stronger than even the Mountain. She could sense, hear, see, and smell things that those around her couldn't. But strangest of all, (Y/n) never seemed to cast a shadow.

"Tywin. Where are you?" (Y/n) called out, as she entered his room. Her eyes scanning the dark recesses of the room that was lit by only a few candles.

"I am trying to sleep. What do you want, (Y/n)?" A gruff voice replied. (Y/n) chuckling slightly as she moved to the window and threw back the heavy black curtains to reveal a giant moon.

"How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone? Do I have to rip your throat out to be rid of you?" Tywin continued to grumble, as he felt the side of the bed dip next to him.

"You have probably told me a thousand times, and you will probably tell me a thousand times more." (Y/n) began, as she pulled the black sheets from the old lion's head. Smiling at him as he began to growl.

"And we both know that you would never rip my throat out. Now, you are going to take me for a walk in the moonlight." (Y/n) continued, as she watched Tywin reluctantly rise from him bed, and begin to dress.

"I have things to do (Y/n). The Kingdom does not rule itself, no matter what Robert Baratheon may think. I don't have time to waste on you." Tywin hissed disdainfully, as he glared at her. (Y/n) not seeming to be phased by his harsh words, his tone, or his glare.

"Now, here was I thinking that Tywin Lannister was a man of honour. Despite your.......... unfortunate state. And I seem to remember that you promised to take me out into the garden. So, as the Hand of the King, and a Lannister, I would expect you to do as you promised." (Y/n) told him. Continuing to chuckle as she listened to Tywin's prolonged grumble. The old lion making his way over to the table that held a single goblet and a jug. The Lannister patriarch pouring himself a glass of rich red liquid, that was anything but wine.

"Did I promise you that so that you would leave me alone?" Tywin asked, as he fought the urge to stare at the woman that was draped in a gown as crimson as the blood in his glass. Her neck, shoulders, and the tops of her rounded breasts uncovered, all seeming to tempt him to bite them. He could hear the warm blood flowing through her veins. He could hear her heart pound. The undead lion gulping down the blood in his glass, rather than sinking his teeth into (Y/n)'s flesh.

"Well, yes. But that's not the point. You promised. And a promise is a promise. Whatever you have to do for Robert can wait. I on the other hand, can't." (Y/n) replied, as she rose from the bed and walked over to the scowling man.

Tywin knew that it didn't matter if he protested. It didn't matter if he threatened or growled. He knew it didn't matter what he did. (Y/n) would have her way, and it was best not to fight it.

"Fine." Tywin huffed indignantly, as (Y/n) happily took him by the arm and led him from his rooms.

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The bannermen stood straight, as the lord and (Y/n) passed. Most of them wanted to bolt, afraid that they would be the undead's next victim. But with the mysterious lady by his side, Tywin always seemed to be on his best behaviour. And since (Y/n) had appeared, those in the Red Keep had begun to feel safe.

Tywin himself couldn't understand it. There was something different about (Y/n). Something that he couldn't quite put his finger on. It frustrated the old lion that he could never work out what it was. That despite all his powers, (Y/n) seemed to be able conceal everything from him. Tywin finding himself inexplicably drawn to her. And despite all his protests and threats, he was glad that she had never left.

"See. Perfect for a moonlight walk." (Y/n) declared, as she opened the door to the gardens. The younger woman taking absolutely no notice as Tywin continued to half-heartedly complain about being dragged out for something as idiotic as a walk, when he should be dealing with the matters of the kingdom.

"Will you stop complaining. You may be dead, and not appreciate good clean air anymore, but I do, and you promised to take me for a walk. So, for a few moments, will stop trying to push me away. Stop threatening to bleed me dry. Stop telling me that you don't care for me, and just enjoy our time together. The only one that you are fooling is yourself, Tywin Lannister. Just admit that love me, then we can stop all this silly pretence." (Y/n) told the old lion, as she gripped his arm tighter and pulled him through the dark garden.

Tywin sat next to (Y/n) on a small bench. The smell of the night blooming flowers filling the air as (Y/n) lay her head on his shoulder. Humming softly as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the closeness of his body. Tywin wouldn't admit it, but he had actually enjoyed his time in the garden. Enjoyed his time alone with (Y/n). She was of course right, the only one that he was fooling was himself. That he did love her. And despite what he was, Tywin know that he was a better man with (Y/n) around.

Suddenly (Y/n) sprung to her feet. Tywin staring up at her she seemed to smell the air like an animal catching the scent of a predator in the ether. (Y/n) jumped forward as without warning an unseen assailant ran from the undergrowth with a shimmering silver blade in his hands, screaming for the old lion to die. Her long fingers wrapping around the man's throat as she hoisted him up into the air.

"No one, but no one, touches my lion." (Y/n) growled, as sharp elongated teeth appeared. Tywin watching as she sunk them into the neck of the man. (Y/n) not letting go until his body was a drained husk. The corpse falling heavily to the floor as she threw it away as if it were nothing.

"(Y/n)?" Tywin asked, as he placed his hand on her shoulder and turned her around. (Y/n) doing all she could to remove the last remnants of the crimson liquid from her face, as she refused to look into Tywin's eyes.

"You're a beautiful undead? But how......how do you walk in the day. In the light." Tywin asked, as he grabbed hold of one of her arms. His other hand gripping her chin tightly as he forced her to look at him.

"I'm........I'm not an undead. I'm something that may be far worse." (Y/n) declared, as she pushed Tywin off her with such force that the Lord of Casterly Rock fell backwards. The undead lion gazing at the only creature that he cared for in disbelief.

"I am known as a Dhampir." (Y/n) began, as she dropped herself back onto the bench. Her eyes closing as she tried not to look at what she had just done. Or at the face of Tywin. Knowing that now she would have to tell him everything.

"I am not like you. I was born this way. My father was an undead, my mother a mortal. Dhampirs are rare, yet we share the same abilities as our undead parents, but none of their weaknesses. That is why I can walk in the sunlight. Why I am immune to silver. My father was one of the original beautiful undead. Like me, he was born that way, not created. And given that, I possess heightened senses and strength. I have an ability with magic, and a resilience to injury, as well of longevity. But unlike my father, I have never given into my blood lust. Like others of my kind, I chose to use my gifts to hunt the undead. To take the scourge of their evil from the world. And that was originally why I came to Kings Landing. I came to kill you. But when I saw you, I knew that I couldn't. I knew that I couldn't harm you. Yet instead of leaving as I should, I stayed. And found that I was falling in love with you, and then I couldn't leave." (Y/n) confessed. Knowing that her revelation would mean that Tywin would either want to try and kill her, or would banish her from his sight. (Y/n) believing that death would be better than never seeing her lion again.

(Y/n)'s eyes shot up as Tywin began to chuckle softly. The Dhampir not sure whether to take it as a good or bad sign.

"You know. If you were anyone else, I would kill you. I would do to you what you have just done to that man." Tywin began, as he took a seat next to (Y/n) and took her hand.

"Yet, I find that I am as incapable of harming you, as you are me. When I truly realised what I had become. When I realised what I had done. I thought that I would never know or feel love again. But when I saw you, my undead heart began to beat. You are right (Y/n). You have always been right. I pushed you away so that I did not hurt you. So that I did not destroy you like I have so many others. But now I know that you can always be with me. Now that I know we are two of a kind. I no longer want to be separated from you. I know that together we can control the Seven Kingdoms like no one before. All you have to do is say that you will join me." Tywin told her, as he reached up his hand and brushed the few stray strands of hair back behind her ear. His cold touch sending an exquisite shudder through her body.

"I.......I want to be with you. Always." (Y/n) replied, as Tywin stood and offered her his arm.

"Then my love. I believe that you and I have work to do. And our rule will last until the end of time." Tywin said, as the two made their way back to the Tower of the Hand. The old lion knowing that House Lannister would never die. And that his heart, would never stop beating again.