I know I already have Ramsay imagines up and running, but certain characters suit certain stories. And I thought that only Ramsay would be perfect for this. So, here goes. And as always, please enjoy.

As she crouched atop the highest tower, she looked down onto the mortals below. 'Cattle', was the only thing that she could think as she watched them mill around. She was hungry, she hadn't had real blood in days. The animal blood that she had been able to get, had kept some of the hunger away, but not all of it. And now she thirsted for human blood. She thirsted for the hunt. One bad man was all she needed. A walking bag of blood with a bad attitude and a soul darker than her own.

She had watched the battles that had taken place around the great castle and had decided that there was more than enough evil in this single place, to keep her sated for a long time. And no one, but no one would miss a few less wicked souls, in this world of sin.

It was then she saw one, a bannerman. One of the followers of the man they called the Bastard of the Dreadfort. She knew he was up to no good, hell anything dressed in the garb of the flayed man, was up to no good. Now all she had to do was wait for the right moment.

Winterfell now felt like a free for all. The good smallfolk hid in their little homes in the night hours. And the bad, her prey, walked freely attacking anyone foolish or unlucky enough to be out after sunset. As the sun descended below the horizon her powers coursed through her veins. Although she could be out during the day, she didn't really enjoy the light. Her natural element was the dark, the shadows, and it was during the darkest hours, that her full powers came to her.

She watched the man walk around as if he owned the small village. So smug, so arrogant. So asking for her to sink her teeth into his neck and bleed him dry.

As the night got darker, she followed the soldier. Jumping from highest rooftop of Winterfell and flying the to the tops of the tiny dwellings. Always keeping the smell of her prey in her nostrils. Always keeping the sound of the blood coursing through his veins, in her ears. Every beat of his heart, like music to her black heart.

Then there it was, what she had been waiting for, a scream and the glint of a weapon in the moonlight. A knife was at the throat of a woman, she could hear the woman whimper, hear her beg the man in front of her. But the woman's pleas were met with nothing more than disdainful laughter.

She sat on the roof of the building just above the scene. Briefly contemplating whether or not to take them both. She could smell the fear that was coursing through the woman's veins, and it was as sweet as any blood. But she had promised herself that she would take only those that deserve it. To take the Bolton bannermen, one by one until the scourge was gone from Winterfell.

Another scream brought the creature back to the moment. A glimpse of crimson trickling down the woman's neck as the guard pressed the knife further into the female's flesh. The sight filling the creature's senses, with the all too familiar bloodlust.

Silently, she descended from the roof, coming to rest behind the man, and she couldn't help but smile as the woman's eyes widened at the sight of her. Within an instant the creature had the soldier by the throat. Her elongated teeth sunk deep into his neck. And as the sticky crimson liquid trickled down her throat, she felt the exquisite sensation of her hunger being sated. The now exsanguinated man, dropping, empty, and lifeless in a heap on the floor.

"Run before I change my mind and take you too." She said to the pitiful creature who had just watched the scene unfold, shake in fear.

"T-t-thank you. Milady. Thank you. " The woman whispered before she ran into the night. The creature quietly cleaning herself, before she kicked the empty blood sack on the floor, knowing that this would not be the only man she drained tonight. But for now, his blood would do.

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Ramsay stood over the body of yet another one of his father's bannermen. The cadaver, drained of every last drop of life giving blood. This was not the first body Ramsay had stood over since the capture of Winterfell. The corpses of his men were littering the great castle and the surrounding villages. And despite all his threats, all his warnings, he could not find out who the perpetrator was.

He had heard rumours, but the rumours were too unbelievable for him to fathom. The word was that a creature was attacking any of the bannermen that dared harm one of the smallfolk of the villages that surrounded Winterfell. The being appearing from nowhere and draining his men, before it would then disappear back into the night, as quickly as it arrived. But even more strange were the claims that the creature was in fact, an old inhabitant of the castle. A lady that had been of some great stature, that it was said would arise from her grave, if the castle ever fell into the wrong hands.

Ramsay had warned his guards to lie low until the person attacking them could be found and dealt with. But despite his admonitions, some had continued their crimes and had paid with their lives. And now, more determined than ever to get to the bottom of the ongoing deaths. Ramsay decided to put himself on the line and draw out the killer. And if nothing else, he would at least be able to quash the rumours of this great, mythical lady protecting those that could not protect themselves.

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It was the darkest night imaginable. The moon and stars shielding themselves from the eyes of both the good and bad around the castle, with a thick blanket of cloud. And as the sky seemed to cry for the residence of the villages below, she stood on the highest building surveying her hunting ground. The rain soaking her to the bone. She could only just remember what it was like to feel the cold, to feel the wind and rain rip through her. The snow making every muscle ache. But it was now at the point that such mortal problems were becoming forgotten memories of someone else's life. She had been this creature for so long now, that it was the only thing she knew. The taste of blood her only desire.

Despite the bitter cold and rain, she knew that some mortals were still foolish enough to be out in the night. And if there were the simple smallfolk, then there would be the bannermen too.

Her eyes scanned the streets looking for the familiar signs of the soldiers. She was hungry. Desperate for a meal. Even contemplating taking an innocent to quench her need to feed. But she had promised. Sworn. And then, as she continued to anxiously watch the dirt streets, that were the veins of the dark villages, she saw it, a faint glint of something bright against the all-encompassing black night. A glimpse of a blade.

She jumped from the tower, slowly getting closer to her possible prey. Normally, she would wait until they had proved themselves deserving of her special kind of eternal slumber. But tonight, was different, tonight just being a Bolton man, would be enough.

As she drew closer, she detected a strange scent in the air, it was something that she had never sensed with the other men. It was a strange odour that created a mixture of conflicting emotions and feelings inside her. A smell that she had been waiting so long for. And she couldn't help but smile, as the realisation of who was in front of her, hit. The realisation of how wicked fate could be.

"Well, I thought I would have to kill a lot more of your father's men, before I got to meet the bastard himself....... yet here you are." A voice called out, causing Ramsay to tune around. The feared Bolton shocked at the sudden voice that came from nowhere. The man find himself face to face with a woman. Her pale skin glistening, thanks to the diamond like droplets of rain, that shone brightly under the barely lit torch in Ramsay's hand.

Suddenly he drew his sword, pointing the blade at the beautiful woman. Yet instead of the normal pleas for her life, he received nothing more than a smile. His eyes growing wide, as he saw the long teeth that were revealed.

"So, the rumours were true. When I heard what was being said I thought that everyone was going mad. To hear that a vampire was stalking the corridors of Winterfell, and the streets of my villages, killing my father's men, seemed beyond farfetched, yet here you are." Ramsay chuckled, as he stared at the woman before him.

"Your villages? Neither these streets, these villages, nor Winterfell, belong to you. They belong to me. They are my hunting ground, my domain, and your men are now nothing more than my prey." She growled at him. Ramsay moving closer to her, looking her up and down, taking in every aspect of the hauntingly beautiful creature in front of him.

"Why would you come to Winterfell, why take my people? We could work together, we are both creatures of the night, we could rule the north together, and no one could ever stop us." Ramsay said, their faces only inches apart.

"Winterfell is the perfect place for a creature like me. I was born here. I lived and died here. And who is going to notice one more monster in a place that is already full of them. Who will miss a few less of your bannermen? Your people are the perfect prey, too cocky, too stubborn and too stupid to realise that they are in danger. They may as well present themselves to me on a silver platter. As you say, we are both creatures of the night, we live in the shadows, and we have both watched as the world around us burns. The Bolton rule over Winterfell will sooner or later come to an end. And I will do my very best to take out as many of your soldiers as I can, before your kingdom crumbles around your ears." The creature explained, unable to stop herself from laughing at the cockiness of the leader of the Bolton scourge. Taking the bastards face in her hands, and caressing his cheeks gently, as she looked deep into his blue eyes. Sure that the gods had sent him to make her suffer.

"The only reason you are alive is because I want it that way. I wish to save you until last. To force you to watch your world end. Then and only then will I make you mine." She told Ramsay, as she softly kissed his lips.

"We shall meet again Ramsay, and I only hope you can call on reinforcements quicker than I can feed." She said as she slowly walked away, leaving the dumfounded man behind.

"Wait. What is your name?" Ramsay called out, as the creature slowly disappeared back into the shadows. Ramsay bringing his fingers to his lips, still able to taste her on his skin.

"(Y/n) Stark." A voice replied. Ramsay having a feeling that it may be worth losing a few more men, if it meant that he got to see her again. His creature of the night.