Chapter 51

The Twins, The Riverlands
Three hours past dusk

I laughed as we entered the dining hall and saw Lord Walder Frey on the dais, looking down upon everyone else. It was a feast of some kind, though I wasn’t sure what for this time. The Late Lord Frey (how fitting a name for him!) seemed very fond of throwing banquets, at any rate. A good way to show off his wealth and splendor and flaunt his growing power in the face of old rivals and foes, I thought, even as I pulled out my shotgun and aimed it directly for the salty old prick.

“I have come to drink blood and kick ass ... and I’m all out of blood!” I deliberately paraphrased John Nada’s line from They Live as I unloaded directly at Walder himself, “but yours will do.”

That last little bit was a pithy remark I felt suitable to the occasion, of course. Walder Frey didn’t have much time to consider it, as he slumped in his chair, the buckshot ripping his aged torso badly apart. The horror on the faces of each of the men and women of the court was truly a wonder to behold, not that they had much time to express it. My warriors took my cue to start killing all of the sons, grandsons, and other men of House Frey in what could only be called sheer bloody mayhem.

I was particularly proud of how well Jason Stackhouse did in slicing Black Walder in half. It was also a hoot to see so many vampires sink their fangs inside the veins of so many menfolk of House Frey, draining them dry with great satisfaction. The scene was truly worthy of a proper retribution for the Red Wedding. I had caused a Red Feast myself, hadn’t I?

“What ... what is to become of us?” one of the Frey ladies spoke up now, “who are you and why ... why did you do this? Is this some kind of revenge?”

“I am Ser Roger Waters, Lord of the Whispers and Protector of the Seven Kingdoms. I wield the supreme authority and power in this land until a king or queen is crowned. I have chosen to judge the foul traitor Lord Walder Frey for his many crimes against the peace of the realm. This was the man behind the Red Wedding, together with Lord Roose Bolton, who has also been slain.

“All of their lands, titles, property, and other such possessions revert to the custody of the Iron Throne until such time as someone else is invested as Lord of the Twins and Lord Paramount of the Trident. The justice of the Gods might be slow, but it has been exacted upon those who broke faith and guestright. I will not tolerate such awful wickedness anywhere in Westeros! I am now the arbiter of the law and of justice, and I will determine what is good and what is evil in this land!” I boldly asserted.

“Yes, of course,” the Frey lady who spoke up now led others in bending the knee to me.

“Clear the bodies and burn them by daybreak. I will not have any further nonsense of stinking, decaying corpses, rotting flesh, spreading death and disease throughout the land. No, they do not warrant a traditional funeral with the Silent Sisters. They are attained traitors and must be burned as such. Now, excuse me as I sit upon this throne and choose some company!” I spoke harshly still as I sat upon Walder’s old chair and looked around me.

This was the very hall where the Red Wedding took place, and now it was the very hall where it was avenged. The bloody revenge had been exacted and the looks of sheer terror on the faces of the ladies of House Frey were very telling. This had been a brutal and destructive war, after all. A lot of atrocities had followed, of course. I was hungry now and seized a young maiden before biting into her neck.

The crowd of ladies gasped as they saw me drink the blood of a nubile lass of noble birth directly from her neck, of all places. I drank a bit more and then cut my hand to offer her some of my blood to heal her wound. Then I lifted her dress to finger her to wetness for several minutes and only then enter her from below, fucking her rather ruthlessly in that position.

She moaned and whimpered while I slapped her bottom and took her repeatedly that way. I kissed her face several times as I thrust deeper inside her gash on each stroke. I caressed her sore buttocks for a little while, rubbing them to ease the pain of my smacks before landing more of them on her reddened tush. I humped her for even more strokes while still kissing her face, even stroking her hair.

“Look at me. You are not a virgin anymore, if you still were. You are not suitable for marriage under the laws and customs of Westeros, but so be it. You are mine now. A hostage, if you will, against the good behavior of the lords of the Riverlands. You belong to me now and you will warm my bed whenever I wish it. You’re certainly the prettiest unmarried girl of this lot, after all.

“Now, when I spill my seed, go find Lady Roslin Tully and help her reunite with her husband. Do not change anything about your appearance. I wish it apparent that I fucked you. You are not going back to your old life here at all. See, I have brought Lord Edmure Tully here to confront you. I have concealed and disguised him until now,” I glamored the lass in question to carry out my commands to the nth degree.

I wasn’t worried about any other men of House Frey. They were leaderless and disorganized now, with all of the highborn males dead and gone. They would not dare to defy me, the Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, would they now? If they were that foolish, they would pay with their lives when facing so many vampires, mortals, and even witches. I laughed hoarsely as I spilled my seed inside the young lass and slapped her bottom to let her know that it was time to free Edmure.

“Let me see ... what next? Oh, yes! You there! Your turn! I will have you next!” I told the next less plain or homely girl in the banquet hall.

I grabbed her and lifted her dress to enter her cunt, finding it already wet on my fingers as I prepared to take her. Several fingers later, I concluded that she was juicy enough and took her from behind with several powerful thrusts over Lord Walder’s own table. I didn’t know how she was related to the other one, but it didn’t matter now.

“Now, ladies of House Frey, winter has come for your menfolk, but as for the rest of you, it’s much more like a fall! Look at me! Relax and enjoy what is about to happen to you. Do not fear it. Just accept and enjoy the pleasures of the body, the flesh, alive ... and undead, of course. I am not a mere mortal man, as you might have guessed by now. I am a creature known as a vampire. I drink blood and I am immortal as well as undead.