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P R O L O G U E
Seated in a shabby wooden booth at the very back of Tarly’s, a quiet café in the outskirts of Winterfell, Jon Snow sipped at his evening coffee as he read through the Northern Express newspaper.
‘Twenty-three-year-old businessman Joffrey Baratheon remains missing after his family reported him missing over a month ago on August 2nd. Joffrey was last seen in King’s Landing at the Lion’s Den nightclub around 11pm with friends before leaving on the night of August 1st, but the young man never made it home. Joffrey’s mother Cersei Lannister has again pleaded with anyone who many have any information to contact the King’s Landing police department directly. Searches are ongoing.’
Ongoing? Jon smirked and huffed a breath out his nose. Pigs will learn how to fly before they find your rotting corpse, I’ve made certain of that. He gazed down at the photograph of the man he had killed with a bored expression and flipped the page nonchalantly, instead reading a column about the advancements in rat experiments, far more interesting than dead Baratheons he decided even though they were one in the same. The sound of light footsteps caught his attention, and they grew louder as she approached his booth. These steps didn’t belong to either of the waitresses who usually served him, Sansa’s strides were long and sure while Osha’s were heavy and almost clumsy – but these steps were small and delicate. A new girl was an interesting turn to his otherwise boring night.
“I’m so sorry to rush you sir...” The sweet voice began, like a chorus of bells to his ears. “But we are closing soon and my boss is nagging me to remind you... again I can only apologise.”
“Don’t be sorry, I was just leaving.” Jon lifted his dark gaze then and finally took in the figure who stood above him. He smiled. Oh, you must be the loveliest creature I have ever seen.
And she was lovely – in fact she was beautiful. Wide blue eyes framed with dark brows that knitted together curiously as she looked at him, full pink lips that spread into a sweet smile and silver hair that cascaded down her slight shoulders in waves. It wasn’t often he was awestruck, a century of roaming the world had exposed him to many, many people but only few had he cared to remember, and he knew she would be one of them.
“A shame about the missing boy.” She murmured, making small talk as she leaned across the table to retrieve the mug of coffee that had been mostly untouched.
Jon’s eyes darkened at her movements; she was far too close and blissfully unaware of how much danger she was in. He tensed as her scent filled his lungs and spread through him like wildfire, filling him with the painful urge to snatch her and sink his fangs into her throat. If he was less experienced, he would have ripped her open and drank her life blood until she was nothing more than a memory – but being as old as he was, he had learned the art of control that vampires had to have if they were to succeed in this world.
But it was still difficult. So fucking difficult.
“Terrible shame.” He mumbled, uninterested in chat about the Baratheon boy, his glare finding the beating artery in her neck for a moment before she pulled herself back with mug in hand. His fangs ached, as did his cock.
“Daenerys!” Osha shouted from the kitchen.
Daenerys… a wonderful name.
“I better be going, it was nice to meet you...”
There was a pause.
“Jon.” He answered for her and he didn’t miss the way her eyes glanced at his lips before she met his gaze again.
“Jon.” She nodded sweetly, his name sounding so sweet on her tongue as she turned and headed back down the aisle and behind the diner until she disappeared.
He grabbed his newspaper and slid from the booth, standing tall as he headed out of the café and into the cold night air. He had to have her, it would be wrong of him to let such a rare beauty pass him by without so much as a taste and he would taste her. She smelled like sunlight and he could only imagine what her blood tasted like in his mouth.
Soon he would find out.