Title: A New Dawn [1/?]

Disclaimer: I own nothing but this laptop I'm writing on.

Author: Diamondinsanity / Karmawiccan

Rating: PG-13/T

Pairings: Chuck/Blair, Lily/Bart, Serena/Aaron, Jenny/Eric, Nate/Blair

Timeline: AU

Word Count: 3380

Summary: When Blair moved from France to Manhattan the last thing she expected was to fall in love with a vampire, let alone Chuck Bass. And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.

Note: Why yes this is Gossip Girl with the plot of Twilight. Mwahaha. Tonight's episode made me see yet again how Bella and Edward they are. Hence this crack!fic. haha. Lemme know what you think.


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Blair Waldorf stared blankly out the window of the helicopter as it took her from JFX into Manhattan. She couldn't believe that she was returning to her childhood home. After spending the past five years in France, she couldn't even imagine life in the city any more. But here she was abandoning her father and his boyfriend to live with her mother. It wasn't exactly something she wanted to do, but sometimes you had to suffer your happiness for the most important person in your life.

When her helicopter landed, she wasn't surprised to see her mother's limo, but not her mother. Her mother wouldn't dare risk getting any debris from the helicopter caught in her hair, even if she hadn't seen her in a couple of years. Sighing, she stepped out onto the roof, refusing to take the pilot's hand when he tried to help her out. She waited patiently as the pilot grabbed her bags, and quickly transferred them to the driver of her mother's car before hesitating in front of the limo as she reminded herself that she'd chosen this life for herself. This was all so her father and Roman could travel the world without worrying about her education. 'It's all about Daddy and Roman.' She repeated the mantra over and over in her mind.

"Hello, mother." She greeted civilly as she climbed into the limo only to be greeted with a raised pointer finger. Apparently her mother had been working from the car while waiting for Blair. It was going to be a long year and a half until graduation. The only good thing about her mother was that she didn't hover. In fact, her mother barely looked at her. Thank God for busy parents.

She resumed staring blankly out the window as the limo moved through the city. It was so surreal for her to be back in New York City after all these years. When her dad had left her mother, it had just been too easy to go with him, but she didn't want to hold back her father and Roman, which was why she convinced them that she needed the life of a debutant; the thrill of the city. After all, it was in her blood, right?

They stopped at a light, and she stared out the window into the overcast afternoon, staring at a boy who was leaning against a gateway to some fancy looking building. A cigarette was pressed to his lips, but he never actually exhaled anything. In fact it just looked like he was letting it burn between his fingertips. Curious, Blair practically pressed her face against the window as she studied the dark haired boy. His skin was so pale that it made him look beautiful, and the smirk on his face seemed completely appropriate with his wide brown eyes that seemed to see the world. Even the multi-colored scarf on his neck seemed normal. He was the most beautiful boy Blair had ever seen in her life and she couldn't help but to stare at him.

"Oh! That's the school, dear." Eleanor informed her, pausing her conversation on the phone for a moment. Before Blair could even comment, her mother was back to her conversation, and the limo was moving away from the school.

Blair merely continued staring out the window, watching the boy as he threw his cigarette onto the ground. He glanced over at the limo, as if he knew she'd been watching him, before shaking his head and slipping back through the gates and out of her sight.

His face haunted her mind for the rest of the ride back to the penthouse. She didn't even notice when her mother got off her phone, or even when the limo had stopped. It took Eleanor snapping in front of her face before Blair realized what was going on. Smiling apologetically at her mother, she shook her head lightly before gracefully slipping out of the limo and following her mother into the lobby.

Despite the fact that Eleanor was now off the phone, the older woman didn't say anything to Blair. It wasn't that the woman didn't love Blair; it was because she simply didn't know how to act around her daughter, and Blair knew this very well. After all, they'd spent five years of only talking to each other on the phone. It was an awkward situation that Blair decided to throw upon herself out of impulse.

The second she stepped out of the elevator and into the penthouse she was enveloped in the arms of a large Polish woman. "Miss Blair!" Dorota cried out happily as she tightened her arms around Blair. "Welcome home! It not been same without you."

Eleanor made a 'tsk' sound. "Dorota you're suffocating the girl. Let her breathe."

Suddenly Dorota loosened her grip on Blair. "Sorry, sorry Miss Blair." She said apologetically as she took a step back to look at the girl she'd helped raise. "You've been gone too long. Your room misses you."

Blair laughed, feeling happy for the first time since she'd been in the city. She really had missed her nanny-turned-maid. "And you as well I see." She shook her head as she laughed again. "It's good to see you, Dorota. I've missed-"

Her mother made another 'tsk' sound.

"Your pancakes." Blair finished before shooting her mother a look.

Eleanor merely smiled as though nothing had happened. "Blair dear, why don't you get some rest? You had a long flight. I'll have them bring your things to your room later. We'll have dinner together when you wake up from your nap. I'll see if they can fit us in at Butter. You'll love it." She didn't allow Blair to say anything, just shooed her daughter away.

Shaking her head, Blair did as she was told as slipped up to her room. Nothing had changed. Except maybe that new pink comforter. She threw herself onto the king-sized canopy bed, relaxing against the feather pillows.

She'd been in the room for less than five minutes when Dorota suddenly bustled into her room. "Oh, Miss Blair. It's so good to have you back. Your mother has meeting with the van der Bass man and his wife. She really is happy you're here."

Blair smiled warmly at the maid. "I know she is." She reassured her before suddenly frowning at the name Dorota had mentioned. "Van der Bass?" She questioned. It was the strangest name she'd heard in a long time.

Dorota nodded her head excitedly. Obviously the van der Basses were at the center of some big scandal on the Upper East Side. "Mister Bart Bass is millionaire. New money. Miss Eleanor doesn't like him much, but he good at finding places for her to put stores. Mostly in his hotels. He has wife younger than him. Lily van der Woodsen. They adopt group of teenagers. Call them van der Basses."

She blinked at Dorota. "They only adopt teenagers?"

The maid shrugged. "Moved here year or two ago with them. Three boys and two girls. Sometimes they come with Bart and Lily for tea with Miss Eleanor. Jenny, Aaron, Eric, Serena and Chuck. Miss Jenny and Serena were real sisters before they were adopted." Suddenly Dorota's eyes widened. "You stay away from Mister Chuck."

Another laugh escaped Blair's lips. It was strange for her that her ex-nanny made her so happy, but then again she had been the one that really raised her. "Why only Mister Chuck?" She asked curiously.

"He bad boy. Gets himself in trouble. Dates too many girls." She crossed herself as if to ask God to pray for Chuck's sins. "You good girl, Miss Blair. Don't need Mister Chuck getting you into trouble."

Blair couldn't help but to laugh again, and was about to ask something when suddenly her mother's began shouting for Dorota. The maid shot Blair an apologetic look before hurrying out of the room. Shaking her head at the gossipy Dorota's antics, Blair leaned back against the pillows again and let sleep overcome her.

She found herself running through Central Park in the middle of the night, fear pulsating through her as she checked over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't being followed. She crashed right into someone, and froze in horror when the strong arms wrapped around her waist. "B, I have you. I'm not going to let that bitch hurt you. I care about two things in this world: my family and you." He pressed his forehead against hers, and it was the boy from the school. "I won't let them touch you."

Her eyes flew open, and she glanced around the room in complete confusion as she awoke from the brief but confusing dream. She didn't understand why she was dreaming about boys she saw on the side of the road, but she figured it couldn't be good. Shaking her head as if that would shake the dream away, she slipped out of her bed, realizing for the first time that her room was completely dark.

Before she had too much time to contemplate how long she'd been sleeping for, Dorota burst into her room again. "Miss Blair!" She announced, sounding frantic as she flipped the lights on, relaxing slightly when she saw that she was awake. "Your mother want you to meet Miss Serena. She goes to same school as you. Miss Eleanor thought it be helpful for you to have friend there."

Blair blinked in confusion, still lost in sleep, but not still so asleep that she didn't know better than to hurry to her vanity and quickly attempt to make herself look presentable. "I thought she was only meeting with Bart and Lily today." She questioned her made as she quickly applied bronzer and lipstick.

"Sometimes Miss Serena like to come in hopes that Miss Eleanor will use her in show again." Dorota said with a slight shrug.

The eye roll was instinctive as Blair ran her hands through her hair before sliding a headband in to hide a weird flip her bangs seemed insistent on making. "I'm sure." She snarked out before jumping to her feet and straightening out her skirt. Already Blair was certain that she wasn't going to like this Serena girl.

She silently followed Dorota through the penthouse, freezing slightly at the top of the stairs when she saw them. All three of her mother's guests were pale skinned, and gorgeous. Bart sat between the two blondes, looking like the distinguished man he was. Although he had to be in his mid-forties, there was something in his eyes that made him look eternally youthful. Next to him sat a woman who looked at least ten years younger than him. Her hair was so blonde it almost sparkled as much as the rock on her finger. The younger girl, who had to be Serena, looked like she had just come from a photo shoot. She looked perfect, and Blair immediately felt inadequate standing even this close to her.

For a brief moment Blair contemplated just going back to her room, and pretending like Dorota couldn't wake her, but when her mother called out her name, Blair was forced to meet these perfect people. Sighing, she continued down the stairs, holding up her head to make herself look more dignified.

"Blair, this is Bart Bass, his wife Lily, and their daughter Serena." Eleanor seemed to glow with delight just being around these beautiful people. It made Blair sick. They didn't seem that great.

Instead of voicing any of her disgust out loud, she merely smiled and played the little angel she knew her mother wanted her to be. "So nice to see you." Her voice sounded too chipper to her, but they didn't seem to notice. "My mother only says the best things about all of you. It's great to finally meet you."

Serena shot her a look that wasn't quite a smile, but it wasn't quite a dirty look either. It was a strange appreciative look; like she didn't know what to make of her. "You're going to Constance, right?" She asked curiously, and Blair was amazed that her voice seemed to match her beauty. Some things just weren't fair. Why did this girl have to be just so perfect?

"I start tomorrow." She was going to say more, but was distracted by the quite 'swoosh' of the elevator and the beautiful boy stepping into the living room. It was the boy she'd seen pretending to smoke outside of the school earlier.

He strode into the penthouse like he owned it, and didn't even look at Blair. "Sis, Aaron called me four times while you were over here. Weren't you supposed to meet him a half hour ago?" He said this all nonchalantly as he took in the scene in front of him. It was as though nothing surprised him; he didn't even look surprised when Serena muttered her apologies and all but ran out of the room.

"Sorry to interrupt, Mom and Dad." The way he said their names made it very clear that he had interrupted their meeting on purpose. His lips twisted into a smirk when his gaze landed on her mother. "Eleanor." He took her hand and kissed the back of it. "Always a pleasure."

Eleanor made a strange sound before flushing slightly and swatting his hand away. "Such a charmer you are, Charles. Have you met my daughter Blair, yet?"

He moved slowly, and Blair couldn't help but notice that he looked surprised that she was in the room. Maybe he hadn't been ignoring her and simply hadn't seen her. It could happen.

His lips twisted into a smirk as he approached her, and took her hand in his. "Blair. A pleasure to meet you. I'm Chuck Bass." As he had with her mother, he kissed the back of her hand, but unlike with her mother he tensed slightly. He lingered over her hand for a moment, and Blair could have sworn that he flipped her hand over and had pressed his lips to her wrist as well. It happened so quickly, and he dropped her hand so suddenly that Blair wasn't even sure what really happened.

"I, uh, have to go make a house call." He stuttered out suddenly, still trying to suave as he had before, but faltering slightly. "I have to go." Without another look at Eleanor or his parents, he turned on his heel and all but ran out of the room, leaving everyone to stare after him.

Bart suddenly laughed. "My children sure know how to make an exit…"

As Eleanor and Lily laughed with him, Blair couldn't help but to stare off in the direction that Chuck had run off in. There was something very odd about that boy, and Blair wasn't sure what bothered her more: the fact that he ran away from her or the fact that he'd purposely ignored her when he entered the penthouse.


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Her mind was still buzzing with thoughts of Chuck Bass when she had dinner with her mother. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't hear any of her mother's comments about how she should have ordered the salad instead of the chicken. In fact, she was so annoyed by the fact that someone outright disliked her that she didn't hear any of her mother's comments the entire dinner. She was too lost in the fact that she had managed to repel someone within seconds of meeting them. That was just something that did not happen to Blair Waldorf. Everyone was supposed to like her!

In her mind she made a list of all the things that could have possibly made Chuck run away immediately. It could have been a number of things, maybe she still smelled like the plane; maybe he didn't like her perfume. There were a million different explanations running through her mind and not one of them was that he just didn't like her. There had to be a real reason, and Blair was determined to figure out what it was. Not knowing things just killed her.

Dinner passed quickly for Blair, and before she knew it, she was sitting in front of the vanity in her room, brushing out her hair before bed. She sighed softly to herself as she tried to figure out why a boy wouldn't like her. These things just didn't happen to her. Boys loved her! She once had a Parisian boy follow her around for a week just for the opportunity to date her. She was Blair Waldorf!

Angrily, she began brushing her hair harder and harder, as if that would take away the horrible thoughts. The door opened, and Blair immediately stopped brushing her hair when she saw that it was Dorota. Sighing, she turned and watched as the maid began pulling down her bed sheets for the evening. "Am I ugly?" She asked her suddenly.

Dorota stopped what she was doing and turned to look at Blair, frowning in complete confusion. "You most beautiful girl I've seen. What make you think like that? Your mother behaving herself this time."

Blair sighed, realizing how she sounded. Of course she was beautiful. She was Blair Fucking Waldorf. She turned back to her mirror, shrugging slightly as she went back to brushing her hair. "Chuck Bass." She responded to the maid's question, refusing to look at her.

"Mister Chuck bad boy." Dorota reminded her as she took the brush from Blair's hand and began brushing Blair's hair for her. "Also very stupid boy. He know nothing, Miss Blair. He needs to keep his mouth quiet. God will punish him in the end. Don't you worry."

She couldn't help but laugh at her maternal maid. "He didn't say anything. He just…" She shrugged before shaking her head. "You know what? I'm better than Chuck Bass." A wicked smile slipped onto her face. "Yeah. What is he?" She glanced in the mirror at her maid.

Dorota hesitated for a moment. "A bad boy?" She asked uncertainly.

"Exactly!" Blair said brightly as she took the brush from Dorota. "I am so much better than he is. I don't need his approval. I know I'm better than he'll ever be." She grinned. "Thanks, Dorota!"

The maid shook her head. "You good girl, Miss Blair." She said before returning to finishing turning down Blair's bed. "You welcome." When she was finished with the bed, she hesitated at the door for a moment. "Miss Blair?" She questioned.

"Yes?" She asked as she put on a face mask to cleanse her skin after that horrendous flight.

Dorota hesitated in the doorframe for another moment before wandering closer to Blair again. "Mister Nate been asking for you this week." She said innocently.

Blair immediately froze, a smile sliding onto her features. She hadn't seen him since she left Manhattan. Growing up he'd been her childhood sweetheart. She'd decided when they were six that they were going to get married one day, and Nate being the sweetheart he was had immediately agreed to it, and had even brought it up in the emails they sent each other. Of course her living in France had dampened their plans for a while, but if he was still asking about her… A bright smile lit up her face. "Really?"

A laugh escaped Dorota, and she nodded. "Yes, Miss Blair. He still give you a glow." She said with a shake of her head. "Miss Eleanor tell him you starting school. He pick you up tomorrow."

Her eyes widened in pure delight and a girlish squeal escaped her lips as she stared outright at her maid. "I have to figure out what I'm wearing with my uniform now!" She gushed out as she jumped up from her chair and started pushing Dorota out of her room, looking very silly in her facemask.

Dorota merely laughed. "Goodnight, Miss Blair."

Even though she spent over an hour choosing the right jewelry, shoes, jacket and headband to impress Nate with, he wasn't the one she thought about when she fell asleep that night. The last conscious thought Blair had before she drifted off to sleep was, 'Was Chuck sniffing my wrist? Who does that?'


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