The Stars Above Us

Chapter 29

You set the glass on the table, avoiding Ramsay's eyes as he nodded at the bartender. Against your better judgement Ramsay had coaxed you into three more shots before he motioned to a dark skinned woman dressed in a canary yellow floor gown. She wore a gold lion mask. Her hair sandy and extremely curly. Her deep brown eyes sparkled under the gold mask.

"Ah, Ramsay. It's been awhile." She said. Her accent exotic. Volantis, you thought. "Table in the far corner." She then turned to you. "And who is this pretty little flower?"

Ramsay looked around before speaking. "(Y/n). I want you to keep an eye on her. Show her a good time. (Y/n), this is Camille. Enjoy yourselves. And try not to spend all my money." Ramsay turned to leave before turning back quickly, "And Cam, no one is to talk to her or touch her. Nothing."

Camille tutted. "You tell her to have fun, but won't let her have a dance with another man. A bit possessive aren't we?"

"I mean it. (Y/n), do not take off the mask. And do not tell anyone your name." Ramsay said, before leaving your side and making his way to the table in the corner.

"Come dear, let's get a drink and have a dance." Camille said, cheerily, grabbing your hand and leading you to the end of the bar.

You sipped your drink and the warmth spread through you as you swayed in your seat to the music.

"Ramsay must really like you. He's never brought a woman here before." Camille said taking your hand and leading you to the dance floor.

"So you've know Ramsay long?" You asked, swaying with her on the floor. You could feel Ramsay's piercing gaze from across the room.

"Many years now, yes." Camille said, taking your hand and twirling you.

"Are you a... vampire?" You asked.

Camille turned you back to her and moved the slit in her dress to reveal the scaled and taloned legs of an eagle.

"A harpy?!" You cried in excitement. The woman laughed.

The alcohol definitely had taken control by now, and you knew you would regret it tomorrow but you were having too much fun with Camille to give a damn. You often caught Ramsay staring at you, his blue eyes shining in the dim lights. He often swept the crowd with his glacial stare, only half listening to the men at the table with him.

"You like him?" Camille asked, catching you staring.

"I... I don't know. I mean, he's a vampire. People are afraid of him. He's a monster. How could I like, or even love a monster?" You heard the words leaving your mouth.

Camille's dark eyes bore into yours. "Lemme lay it down for you like this, hun. A man is only as much of a monster as you make him out to be. Ramsay may be a vampire. He may have a higher kill count than anyone in the world. He may be feared by everyone and everything. He may enjoy his bloodshed and torture. But I can damn sure tell you he has never had that look in his eyes before, sweetheart. Not even when he's in his element. If only you could see the aura he gets when torturing compared with him looking at you. Tell me child, has he ever hurt you?"

You turned it all over in your mind. No. He had never hurt you. He never pressured you. Sure, he enjoyed giving you a fright and his touch could be a bit rough, but no harm ever came from it. "No."

"He's never refrained from hurting anyone before. No matter how pretty." Camille left it at that and watched you leave as your feet carried you to the table Ramsay sat at.

Ramsay looked up at you, narrowing his eyes at you. You, slightly unsteadily, bent down to his ear. "I think you owe me a dance." You heard him chuckle and he rose from his seat.

He whispered into the ear of the man to his right, who nodded. Ramsay held out his arm to you, and led you to the dance floor.

He allowed you to dance with him through two dances before he led you back to Camille. You pouted slightly as he dropped your hand.

"Don't leave me." You said, grabbing at his hand.

"Let him. There's plenty of others here who'd like to dance with you, pretty little thing." Came a voice from behind Ramsay.

You saw a flash of rage pass through his cold eyes. He sighed and reached into his jacket before turning to the man.

"You will get the f**k out of here. Your wolf stink doesn't smell well on my girl." 

Camille grabbed your hand and pulled you away a few paces.

"If she was your girl you wouldn't have left her alone all night." The other man said, reaching behind him.

Ramsay was much quicker and before you knew what you were seeing you saw the man fall to the floor, his throat slit. Next thing you knew you heard knives and guns being drawn. Ramsay stooped down, wiped the blade on the dead man, put it back in his jacket pocket, stood up straight, and pulled his jacket straight. He then turned to Camille and pulled a wad of money from his wallet and handed it to her. "For the mess."

Ramsay turned to you, "Camille will see you out."

The car door opened and Ramsay threw his mask into the floorboard as he climed inside with a sigh, taking his jacket off. You looked at him. He was breathing hard and his face flushed.

"Is that blood?" You asked, reaching up to wipe at a smear on his face.

"Be prepared for the Starks to come calling tomorrow." Was all he said and he leaned back into the seat with a grin.

You took your mask off and watched the darkness pass the windows. You jumped slightly as Ramsay grabbed your hand. It was warm. You scooted closer to him.

"I'm sorry for the disaster." You said timidly.

Ramsay shrugged, "Nothing to be sorry for. It was exciting. Besides, I got you something." He leaned forward and rummaged under the seat before placing a heavy book in your lap.

"What's this?" You asked running you fingers over the book.

"The thing I was looking for. It's got many names. Call it what you like, but you may be able to find something in there, or many somethings that intrest you." 

The glow of the street light lit up the cover. Old, battered, and covered in runes. "Is this really...?" You asked at a loss for words.

A wicked grin spread across Ramsay's face, his eyes sparkling as he gave you a wink, "You're welcome."

 xxx

Ramsay carried you through the door, after you found you couldn't work your legs properly after sitting so long. You were apologizing profusly, clinging on to the book as Ramsay assured you for the hundredth time you were okay. He sat you on your feet opening his mouth to say something before a cold voice sounded behind him.

"What have you done?" Roose Bolton said.

Ramsay rolled his eyes as he turned to his father. "They started it. The little pups don't have the guts to try anything rash. I'll go to them tomorrow. Now, I need to get her to bed." He turned back to you and ushered you up the stairs.

"You better know what you're doing, Ramsay. I will not dig you out of the grave you are digging yourself." Roose called up the stairs.

Ramsay led you to your room and helped you out of your dress, as you half way let your hair down. The floor swaying beneath you. Ramsay shoved you to sit on the bed and dug all your remaining bobby pins from your hair. 

"You gunna be okay?" He asked looking down at you. You met his gaze with heavily lidded eyes, before bursting into tears.

Ramsay snorted and shook his head. He kicked out of his shoes and removed his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and sat on the bed beside you. You leaned into him. He stood abruptly with a howl of pain. "Necklace, sweetling." He said furiously wiping at his skin.

You cried harder. "I'm so sorry!" You fumbled with the necklace until after what felt like a million years to you, you were able to get it off and tossed it towards your suitcase. You made to stand, but Ramsay pushed you back into the bed. He scoot you over and climbed in beside you.

After you got a control on your over emotional state and laid your head on Ramsay's chest, he ran his fingers through your hair.

"Ramsay?"

"Hm?"

"Why me?"

He was silent for a long time before answering. "I don't know. You make me feel things. No one has ever made me feel any of the things you do. No one has ever made me feel.... guilty." He struggled with the last word.

You hummed and pushed yourself up to look down at him. "I want you."

His eyes swept over your face, "you're drunk. Go to sleep. If you still feel the same tomorrow I won't say no."

"Ramsay, please." You begged, climbing on top of him. He rested his hands on your thighs. You leaned forward and placed your lips on his, snaking your tongue into his mouth. He opened his mouth under yours and kissed you back deeply, his grip tightening on your thighs. You let a small moan escape you as he moved his hands to your hips.

You pulled yourself away from him and unlatched your bra, discarding it to the floor. You leaned forward and pressed your warm body flush to his cool skin, kissing him again. He trailed his fingers along your back bone, causing you to arch your back. He shifted his weight, and gently laid you down. He kissed along your jaw and down your neck. He ghosted his lips over your chest before moving a hand up and cupping your breast. Your breath hitched and you arched you back again. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling slightly as he took your other breast in his mouth. You whimpered and squirmed under him. He pulled away from you and looked at you. You looked back at him through lidded eyes, your chest heaving, and your breathing labored.

"Please don't stop." You whispered. 

"I have to." Ramsay said, clearly fighting a battle with himself.

"No, you dont." You said, releasing him as he pulled away from you. He got up and pushed himself out of your bed. "Please don't leave."

"I will see you in the morning. I will wake you up in a few hours so we can go see those damn wolves." Ramsay said, walking to the door. You jumped out of your bed, and grabbed the silver stake from your purse. You placed the sharp tip against your bare flesh and applied pressure, pulling it slowly across your chest, blood escaping you. You saw Ramsay stare, you could see his pupils dilate in the dim moonlight spilling across the room. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip and groaned. "You're killing me, Smalls." He took a step towards you. You let the stake fall, brought your hand up to your chest, and fingered the cut, smearing the blood across your chest and breasts.

"Stop." Ramsay demanded, an edge in his voice. You smirked and licked your finger, smearing your blood across your lips and licking them. Ramsay made a noise and rushed you, clashing his mouth to yours, rougher than he had before. He ran his hand across your cut, making you hiss in discomfort as the cut stung, causing him to press harder. He pulled you into him and cupped your face with the hand he used to touch your chest. You smelt the metallic tang of your blood and suddenly felt nervous.

"I told you to stop." Ramsay whispered against your lips.

" You accused me of being too drunk to make my own decisions." You said, biting down on his lip.

"I take back what I said about you being pure. You are an evil woman." Ramsay growled, as you released his lip.

He picked you up and sat you on the edge of your bed as he sunk to his knees. He kissed your chest and ran his tongue along the cut you had made. In spite of yourself you let a whimper escape from you, clutching at his back. Your stomach felt warm and bubbly. Your heart felt as though it were working over time as Ramsay licked you clean, and ran his hands over your body. Finally, you stopped bleeding and Ramsay rested his forehead against your chest. He was panting slightly, still ovbiously fighting with himself. He stood suddenly and swept from the room before you could do anything else stupid, and potentially dangerous. 

"Hey, you need to get up. We've been summoned." Came Ramsay's voice from somewhere above you. 

You shifted and immediately felt the consequences of the night before rush over you in a great wave. "Oh gods." You groaned rolling over onto your back. Slowly you inched your eyes open to find Ramsay standing over you, a vial in his hands. 

"Drink this. It'll help. And be quick about it. I really don't want to be out in the sun today." 

"Should of thought of that before you go and kill their men."

"He started it." Ramsay said defensively,  setting the vial down on your table and leaving. 

So, he was mad at you. You find yourself smiling at the thought of causing him just as much discomfort as he often made you feel. You drank the vial and by the time you were out if the shower you were feeling normal again. You dressed and slipped on your shoes and ran into Ramsay in the hall. He looked you over.

"Ready?"

"Yes." You said, leaning into him and grabbing the front of his shirt. "I'm sober now, and I still want you." You whispered, letting him go and walking down the stairs.

Ramsay said nothing to you on the way to Winterfell. He adjusted his hood one last time before climbing out of the car and opening your door. He rushed you to the door and pressed the doorbell button.

It opened almost immediately. It was Robb. His face was contorted in disgust and displeasure at the sight of Ramsay but allowed him entry. Ramsay rested his hand on your lower back as he guided you inside. You followed Robb to a large room on the bottom floor, already full of men. You felt Ramsay clutch your jacket before stepping away from you to the middle of the room. Robb and Jon stood together, Theon like their shadow.

"Speak." Jon demanded.

Ramsay looked around the room, locking eyes with you. He smirked as he looked back at the Stark twins. "What do Thing One and Thing Two want to know?" 

You gave Ramsay an appalled look and buried your face in your hands.

"Enough games, Bolton. Eight of our men were killed last night at the Winter Rose. Reports state that you were there and you landed the first blow." Robb spoke up.

Ramsay scoffed, "Not exactly. I did not start it, but I did land the first kill. But it was strictly in self defense. As for the rest of them... well, they wouldn't take a hint. I wasn't there to start trouble, but I will kick a dog if it shows its teeth."

"Then you admit to killing eight men last night?" Jon asked, his voice rising. You glanced around and saw the anger surging through the room.

"Eight? Oh no. I killed three. And you should know it wasn't in vain. It was a delicious feast." Ramsay said snapping his teeth as he was tackled to the ground by five men.

"An eye for an eye!" Robb roared to howls of approval.

You stood rooted as you watched the men strip Ramsay from his jacket and shirt and dragged him out of the door. The crowd shoved past you. You saw Sansa give you a sad look. You rushed to Ramsay's jacket and rummaged through the pockets, finding a gun. You gripped it tightly and tore from the room. You followed the shouts and jeers outside where you found Ramsay bound by rope mere inches from the sun reaching him. You were reminded of the man you had seen Ramsay torture. Robb stood before Ramsay, clutching a wooden stake.

"No!" You heard yourself screaming as you threw yourself between Ramsay and Robb, pointing the gun at the Stark. "Silver goes both ways. Let him go." You pleaded.

Robb stood there, confused. "This is the way of the North, (y/n )."

"Let him go." You growled, clicking the safety off. The whole crowd fell silent at the click as you c****d the gun.

"(Y/n), he's right. Go on Stark. Do it. Square in the chest. Don't hesitate, just do it." Ramsay chuckled darkly.

"You, shut up." You said, turning to look at Ramsay with rage. He opened his mouth but closed it again at the look on your face. You turned back to the Stark's. "I will not ask again. You will let him go."

Robb and Jon shared a look.

"Oh for fuckssakes." Said Theon Greyjoy grabbing the stake from Robb's slack hand. He stepped forward. You pulled the trigger. Theon screamed in pain and fell to the ground clutching his leg. The shot echoing through the yard.

Ramsay laughed, manically, "Oh shit."

"Robb, release Ramsay and I can wake up Bran." You said, c*****g the gun again.

"How?" Came Sansa's voice as she made her way through the crowd.

"I have a book. Allow us to leave and I will be back with it. Please." You said, your voice shaking. Robb looked at the two men who held Ramsay's ropes and gave a sharp nod. Ramsay was cut free.

He bounced to his feet and rushed to you, swinging you in a circle. "Holy f**k. You... you are..." He began.

"Beautiful, amazing, a life saver?" You suggested.

"You are absolutely f*****g dangerous! I love it!" He laughed, giving you a look you'd never seen from anyone before. 

You gave a small smile. But it fell from your face as Ramsay knelt before you is if an invisible hand where holding him down and gave you a begrudging look. The yard fell quiet, apart from Theon who was raging and shouting in pain. "Let it be known by monsters and gods that i, Ramsay Bolton, am at your service until I die or the favor has been returned." Ramsay huffed, rising to his feet and taking your hand. "Lovely morning, really." He said as the crowd parted. He turned when he realized you hadn't moved.

You stared at him before your eyes grew wide and you fell into a fit of ringing laughter. When you caught your breath you wiped a tear from your eye. "Welcome to the family. Oh the irony."

It was many minutes before Ramsay spoke again. He turned the radio in the car off. "Why did you save me?"

You looked over at him and shrugged, "I like you."

Ramsay smirked and said nothing else.

Once you entered the Dreadfort manor you were greeted by Roose. "I didn't expect you to come back."

Ramsay pointed to you. "This b***h fuckin cray." He swept past his father. You gave a timid smile as Roose Bolton's pale eyes peeled your layers away. You hurried up stairs. 

You threw things into your purse and rifled through the pages of your new spell book, translating the ruins under your breath.

"Do we really have to go back?" Ramsay asked, crossing his arms. 

"I. Not we." You said. Shoving the book into your purse. 

Ramsay watched, mildly impressed as he sized up the size of your bag.

"It's magic." You whispered with a wink, clutching your wand and necklace in your hand.

Ramsay snorted. "How are you getting there? "

"Well I don't need a car to travel." You said, throwing your purse over your shoulder and turning on the spot. Next second you were standing on the front porch of Winterfell. You rang the doorbell.

Arya opened the door and stepped back as you hurried in.

xxx

"Did it work?" Ramsay asked, as you sunk into the couch beside him.

"Yes. And it's demons." You said, pulling the book out. "Where did you find this?"

"You would really be better off not knowing." Ramsay said giving you a serious look.

"Oh gods. She had it didn't she?" You gasped.

Ramsay avoided looking at you, rising from the couch. "I have a prearranged meeting." He left without looking at you.