A Dark Congregation
Gossip Girl + The Vampire Diaries
Crossover FanFiction
Summary: Just take what you want and go. But of course Damon Salvatore won't go just like that. He was in New York City. And it seems like a lot of things have been going on in his little brother's life. He wanted in on it so he's joining the game.

Set on the first season of Gossip Girl and The Vampire Diaries (kind of). This is going to be very AU and very long, I presume.

Chapter 1: S and D have perfect timing

Blair stared at herself in the mirror, admiring how slim she looked like in one of her mother's new designs. She especially liked the lace detail. It was just then that she was feeling good about herself when her phone vibrated on her vanity table. She picked the phone up almost hesitantly and her heart almost dropped as she read the bold text accompanied by a photograph of someone.

Serena's back!The text said. Blair stared at the photo of her supposed best friend on the small screen of her phone before placing it back down gently on the table. So Serena's back. What now? They go back to their old habits and forget nothing's ever happened? Have Nate's eyes glued on her mile long legs while they were on study dates again? Not like Serena actually studied. She just sat there and flipped through the pages of the latest issue of Cosmo. As if it's not enough that she has to deal with the fact that her mother prefers Serena's perfect bone structure, height, smile, hair, etc. over hers. Now she's coming back like nothing's ever happened? How dare her!

That night was supposed to be the night—that special night shared by two oh so in love people. Nate has been waiting for it. She's been waiting for it. Now that Serena's back in the picture, she just wanted to mark her territory and let her know that nothing could ever be the same ever again.

Blair found Nate in a middle of a group of Lacrosse players talking about their recent win against the rival school. How very interesting. Not. Not when he's supposed be with her. He's supposed to be by her side. He's supposed to be escorting her. Every since Serena's unannounced departure, Nate has been so distant; more so than his usual distance. But she didn't mind. She turned a blind eye and ignored it. She loved him. And he loved her. He was just having a rough time expressing his emotions towards her correctly.

She pulls him into her room to get it over and done with after a brief commentary, compliments of Chuck Bass. She's nervous but she pushes the feeling away and starts to kiss Nate. She pushes them to the bed and she feels his hand come up behind her, zipping her dress down. It was their moment. This is it, she thought. She was going to lose her virginity to Nathaniel Archibald. They're going to Ivy League schools and get married and have two kids. They're going to live a happily ever after without all of these petty high school schemes and Gossip Girl.

Blair was pulled away from her fantasy of Nate and their future by a single sentence. Serena's here! Apparently, Nate was pulled away from whatever it was that he was thinking of too. He practically pulled Blair away from him and listened more.

"Serena's here," he says, as if echoing the boring news from outside their room.

"Who cares about Serena?" she pulls him back to her for another kiss but he turns from her and stands up.

"She's back, Blair." He fixes himself in front the mirror and wipes Blair's lipstick away from his lips and neck. Damn that girl sure did put on a lot today. And with one nod to her, he's gone.

She took one moment to zip her dress up and think of a million conversations she and Serena could possibly have. After reviewing her appearance in the mirror, she finally steps out of the room to find her boyfriend staring at the attention whore in the room, a.k.a. Serena van der Woodsen, a.k.a. her best friend, a.k.a. her strength that left her on her time of need, a.k.a. public enemy number one… well, Met-steps-sitting-Constance-Billard-girls' enemy number one.

Blair put on her signature Blair Waldorf smile on just in time to meet the blonde's semi-nervous-semi-happy smile. Something was definitely up.

"Serena," she approaches her and gives her a hug.

"Hey, B. I missed you."

"I missed you too, S."

That maybe the most painful and yet most true thing she has ever said in a while. She asked for her to sit down and talk with her but she excused herself and said she had somewhere to go. So much for the 'I missed yous' said earlier.

xxx

Stefan Salvatore was one content man… kind of man anyway. He practically lived alone in a family property in New York. She had just met Elena Gilbert, who was nothing like someone he knew at all which made him happy. He had new friends. And most of all, there was no sight of his brother anywhere. It's been years since he's seen him. Maybe he finally gave up on trying to torture him for all eternity.

Or maybe he just spoke too soon.

He felt a presence just behind him—cold, powerful, Damon-ish. He was there. Why was he there? He wasn't supposed to even step on New York soil. But then again his life's job is to torment him. He turns slowly to see his brother in a black Armani suit, looking like he's one of them billionaire-tycoon-heirs that he's been making friends with.

"Damon," he manages to mutter out despite his shock and discomfort in seeing him again.

"Hello, brother." He says cockily, as always.

"When'd you get here?" Stefan asks.

"Well I heard you're back home and I've heard you've been quite the busy bee."

"And where did you hear that?"

"Oh this little website. It's quite interesting. You're S, aren't you? Well, the male one. The female one seems pretty… enthusiastically annoying. Blah. Know her, too, by any chance?"

"Why are you here, Damon?"

"I missed my little brother."

"Come on. You and I both know that you're not capable of missing anyone."

Damon gave him a serious look. He was capable of missing someone. He was capable of missing one.

"I'm curious. Is your role of high school aristocratic jock working for you? I mean… what did you tell them? Where are you parents? Considering that you ate one of them… that could be an awkward topic."

He walked around the study and examined the books on the shelves for a while. Stefan watched his every move. He was calculating his steps inch by inch as if his life depended on it.

"What are you doing here now?" Stefan asks.

"You see, in this little website I've also read that Male S was getting smitten with E at a charity auction just the other night. And there was a photo of Male S with said E. Let me tell you. She's a dead ringer for Katherine." She looks up with his signature Damon Salvatore smirk—great for pissing people and non-people off. "Is it working, Stefan?—being around her, being in her world. Does it make you feel alive?"

"She's not Katherine."

"Well let's hope not. We both know how that ended. Tell me. How do you eat here?"

"Blood banks."

"Those frozen things in the hospitals? Yuck. You're in New York, bro. You can pick up hundreds just from Central Park alone. Come on. This diet of yours, it isn't healthy."

"You being in my life isn't healthy."

"True. But keeping you unhealthy is kind of part of the 'making Stefan miserable forever' package."

"Just take whatever you want and go."

"No can do. You see I've been updated with what's latest in this Gossip Girl chick's site. And it turns out that Female S has just arrived. She looks delicious."

"Don't go anywhere near Serena, or any of them Damon."

"Or what? You're going to send me hate mail? Going to exclude me from your social gatherings? I'm quite surprised. You sure are not minding all of these photographs of you all over the World Wide Web. What with the being immortal and all? These babies could last a lifetime, or two. You're risking getting exposed."

"I won't be exposed."

"Are you doing this for her? You are, aren't you? It's because she's part of this world where this gossip site tries oh so bad to give everyone code names when we all know who she's talking about. Why not just say their names? Like, Stefan, Serena, Nate, Chuck, Blair." Damon pauses and smiles to himself. "Now that one sounds delicious too. Blair." He repeats her name as he makes his way out of the study. Stefan follows him, of course. He couldn't let him out of his sight.

"Blair, Blair, Blair." He repeats and repeats to himself. Something about that name bothered Damon Salvatore to no end. And it excited him to see who this Blair really was.