Title: Possessive Beings
Author: Shelby
Summary: A brotherhood of resentful beings subsists by feeing on the blood of those unfortunate enough to cross their path. The head of the pack, Jack, refuses to let his two younger companions, Chuck and Nate, go. So when the enticing Blair Waldorf leads Chuck astray, the three will become a four. But only one male can be her true mate.
A/N: Well I have been working on this story for a long time now. I know there are a lot of Chuck and Blair vampire stories out there, especially Twilight-based ones, but I promise mine will be different. For one, as much as I love EC and his gang, my vampires are much darker and extremely POSSESSIVE. So if you are not into possessive males, then do not read. Oh and on another note this does not take place in the present time period. I just don't feel like the dark portrayal of vampires is fit for the modern world. Well review if you wish for me to continue. Otherwise I'll just continue it for myself and not bother with posting. I do hope you guys enjoy it.
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~ Prologue ~
"I will be eleven at midnight, Dorota. Can you believe it? Father says I am practically a woman." A very young Blair Waldorf bragged on to her maid in a singsong voice. She was in her bedroom, preparing for her birthday party that evening. As always, Dorota was there to assist her. This wasn't exactly any easy task with Blair's constant babble, but the maid hadn't the heart to dull her excitement.
"Why in heavens is this taking so long, Dorota? Blair, your guests have started to arrive. It is not proper etiquette to keep them waiting," Eleanor, Blair's mother scolded. She came into the room both angered and aggravated. Her daughter was on a constant schedule, and now was not the time to venture off of it.
Blair turned around to look at her mother, pulling the ties from Dorota's hands yet again. Eleanor saw it and sighed. She moved forward and pushed the maid out of her way, grabbing onto the corsets ties herself.
"Dorota, I shall take things from here. You go on down to the kitchen and ensure all is in order, the cake especially." She then pursed her lips, speaking through clenched teeth. "Not that she needs to be eating any of it if tightening her stays has taken this long."
There it was—the insulting side comment. Blair rolled her eyes, knowing for the moment her mother couldn't see her do it.
"Suck it in, Darling. And hold onto the post like I have shown you a dozen times." Eleanor's voice was always so stern, proper. Her mother was nothing like her father. Harold Waldorf doted on Blair since the day she was born. Between her parents, it was a direct night and day type of opposition. .
Blair grimaced at the tight and crushing feeling near her chest as her mother laced her up. She hated wearing a corset, but Eleanor always insisted. Still though, it never stopped the child from trying to get out of it. She turned around to complain.
"This hurts, mother. I surely need to breathe at my own birthday party." Her doe brown eyes plead for some compassion from Eleanor, but it wasn't likely she'd receive it.
"If one cannot breathe then one cannot eat. I shall not have you stuffing your face like you did at Serena's birthday ball earlier this year. You easily forget that you stand next to her, Blair. She is tall and thin. You are short and can easily become plump. Then no one shall ever hope to marry you. Is that what you want, to become an old maid?" Eleanor asked with eyebrows raised.
"No, ma'am," Blair responded obediently. She quickly shook her head and stood up straighter. Her mother muttered something under her breath and picked up Blair's dress from the bed. The tiny brunette raised her hands over her head, the dress taking over her small form.
"Where is your hat?" her mother questioned. She put her hands on her hips and eyes flickered around the room in search of it. Already, she was displeased again.
"Right here." Her daughter walked over and fetched it from behind her dresser. She then put it on top of her mount of curls and returned to the spot in front of her mother. She attempted to tie the bow, but her current audience made her too nervous and her fingers began to fumble.
"Oh let me do it." Eleanor snatched the two ends of green ribbon from Blair and tied a large bow just to the side of her chin. She then began to fix the light set of ruffles on her sleeves. "Now, you are not to take this off until the sun is completely down. And I don't want you going outside until then either. You have beautiful, fair skin and it shall stay that way."
"Yes, mother. May I go downstairs now?" Blair tapped her foot anxiously under her dress. She made sure that her tone and posture were completely polite though. The last thing she wanted was another lecture about her faults. She'd much rather go and find her father. He had always ravished her with compliments.
"I suppose, but travel down the staircase with graceful measure," Eleanor instructed in conclusion. She then released her daughter's shoulders and watched as she rushed from the room, disobeying only seconds after her directions had been given. She sighed, shaking her head in disapproval.
Blair hurried halfway down the staircase and then slowed down for the rest. That way she was not completely disrespecting her mother. Besides, it was just that she found it hard to contain her excitement. She grew a huge grin and listened as the voices became louder and louder while she neared the den.
"B is here, ladies!" Penelope chimed. She put on a fake smile and approached the birthday girl. Hazel walked along at her side and a few other girls trailed behind. The only one absent was Serena, but she was typically late so no one thought anything of it.
"Thank you for coming. I am most sorry to have kept you waiting," Blair greeted. She curtsied in a lady-like fashion and kissed them each on the cheek. After that, her joy could no longer be contained within her.
She giggled, "We shall have so much fun once night fall comes. Mother is allowing us to go outside then."
"Only if Serena has arrived. We cannot do anything without asking her first. It simply would not be fair," Hazel retorted. She crossed her arms with a prudish expression painted on her countenance.
Blair's face fell some, but then she just pushed past Hazel and Penelope. She decided to focus on the other girls who paid her more attention.
"Blair, I love your dress. Did your mother really order the fabric from Paris? It is simply divine!" Mary Hamilton cooed. She reached out to stroke the fabric as she and the other two girls eyed it with great admiration.
"Yes, she did. My mother often orders things from all over Europe though. And she saves the best for her own daughter," Blair bragged in the proudest of voices. It was the one thing she had that no one else did. Her mother was the best designer around and at Blair's request she had used none of the Paris fabrics yet. That way Blair would be the only one with such lavish material at her birthday party.
"I do wish my mother would allow me to wear such expensive materials. She is always so worried that I shall dirty it in the mud," Caroline Wilkinson remarked with a longing exhale. She slowly removed her fingertips from the fabric and clutched the hand to her chest.
"Blair is not allowed in the sun," Penelope retorted as she turned around. Both she and Hazel narrowed their eyes in resentment. They clearly hated when others got attention, Blair Waldorf especially.
"Which is a good thing, Penelope. My skin shows purity while yours has been tainted by the sun," Blair countered. She had the urge to stick her tongue out at the brat too, but held back. If her mother entered the room and saw she would surely die. And even if she didn't, Hazel was sure to be a tattletale.
"I guess," the other girl muttered. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. Then she turned to speak in private with Hazel. The few remaining girls returned faithfully to Blair though without the slightest hesitation. After all, no one else was there whom they deemed more important…yet.
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The sun had set and gifts had been opened, but Serena had still not arrived. Blair would never dare to admit it aloud, but she was almost thankful. She loved her best friend, but the blonde had the tendency to steal all the attention away from and without even trying. Since she had not been there though, Blair had been the center of the entire event, as she should have been in her mind.
"Blair Bear, come and sit. It is time for cake!" Harold called to his daughter, looking to her with great pride. He clapped his hands and everyone began to gather. When his daughter ran up to him, he set her on top of a chair and kissed her cheek.
The lights were dimmed and the lit cake appeared through the doorway. It gradually traveled through the crowd, carried by Dorota, to Blair. Boy, was it grand. She grinned as it was placed on the table in front of her.
The crowd of people started to sing. "For she's a jolly good lady! For she's a jolly good lady! For she's a jolly good lady! Which nobody can deny… which nobody can deny. For she's a jolly good lady! Which nobody can de—"
They fell silent as the door opened. Everyone turned around to see who had interrupted. Blair's eyes flickered up and the smile wiped clear off her face. There stood her best friend, Serena Van der Woodsen. The blonde was dressed to absolute perfection in a pink dress with all too familiar fabric.
"Oh Serena, we're so glad you're here!" Hazel screamed. She and all of the girls rushed away from Blair to Serena in a matter of seconds. They began to compliment her dress, rather loudly too. Even the adults who still stood by Blair heard them.
"Yes her dress is rather lovely. Eleanor, it actually looks like one of your designs," the mother of Penelope observed. She turned towards Blair's mother with a curious smirk. Neither woman noticed the brunette now sulking in the shadows listening to them.
"Of course it does. I made it from my best selection of the Paris fabric order. The color is great with her skin tone. Serena has such a lovely complexion," Eleanor bragged. She spoke with such satisfaction that one would have thought Serena to be her daughter.
Blair pouted her lips and crossed her arms. She didn't even bother to smile as Serena approached her, the other girls faithfully behind. The blonde looked from her best friend to the cake.
"I'm sorry to be late, Blair. We can talk now though while we have cake," Serena offered.
The brunette nodded and then picked up the plate with the biggest piece she could find. It was something she started at Serena's birthday. She had eaten so much that she thrown up. It was what she planned to do tonight.
"Fine, sit down," Blair ordered. She then plunged the forkful into her mouth. The icing was very sweet and she was chewing more than she could swallow.
Her mother happened to notice and gasped. She moved towards Blair in a flash, completely mortified. "Blair, what are you doing? I told you not to have cake or at least not such a monstrous piece! You're eating like a starving field hand!"
All of the girls at the table heard though. Serena put her head down, but the rest of them began to giggle. Blair felt herself on the verge of tears. She threw down her fork and ran from the room as fast as her tiny legs could carry her. She wanted the whole night to be over. It was official; from then on she would hate every birthday until her last.
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Blair lifted the skirt of her dress as she stepped through the lush, green grass of the woods. The canopy of trees above her head made the area cool and calming. Every so often the leaves would open and reveal the moonlight to guide her through. She had always wanted to explore the forest, to run and play, but had never been allowed, nor had she the courage to do it. The passion to wander through the mysterious and raw land remained though. So when she decided to run away that night, it was the perfect place to go.
As she ventured deeper into the green, Blair stopped. She looked around with curious eyes. She no longer saw the edge of the forest or the grand house she had grown up in. What she had wanted was to be free, but she hadn't thought freedom to be this scary. Where exactly had she ventured?
A breeze seeped through the trees and seemed to whistle into her ears. Keep walking, it told her. She giggled to herself and began forward again. If she continued on much more, she was certain she would reach the other side of the woods. What she found there was sure to be a wonderful place.
The quiet of the night was the only thing she found unsettling. It allowed the tiniest of noises in the woodland to reach her ears at full volume. She did not like all the noises, so she went about a way to block them out. She recalled a poem in one of her father's books that was perfect for the night.
Blair began to recite it in a chant-like fashion. "Awaken to darkness on this place we call Earth, One vampire's bite brings another one's birth. A vampire wakes with bloodthirsty needs—On the warm rich sensation he feels when he feeds." She stopped for just a moment as she climbed over a log. But once her walk continued, so did the poem.
"He stalks in the night like a disastrous beast. And what once was alive will soon be deceased. So when the last bit of sunlight disappears from the sky. You better watch out unless you want to die," Blair finished with great enunciation in her voice. She stopped and giggled at her accomplishment in remembering it so well.
"Victoria Boatwright, impressive." A low and sinister voice called to her from behind.
Blair gasped and spun around. Her eyes widened and she took a step back, away from the strange man who had seemed to appear from thin air. He had alabaster skin and eyes dark as night. His mahogany colored hair had been previously combed back, but now some of it fell forward as he gazed down at her. He looked to be around the age of twenty something, but his eyes seemed to tell a story of man much older in years. He sat up on a low branch in the tree. How did he get up there?
Chuck smirked and hopped down from the tree. The little girl stared at him, mouth agape and eyes in awe. She was very petite with doe brown eyes, porcelain-like skin, chestnut brown curls, and pouty pink lips. She reminded him of a perfect little doll that sat atop the highest shelf, too pretty and delicate to ever be played with. He wondered why she was there, but did not ask. Instead, he moved towards her. She surprisingly did not back away from him.
"Such advanced literature is not meant for a child's ears, or to be spoken from one's lips in such a flawless manner," he mused. His eyebrows rose in question for how she had one-remembered it and two—why she had chose to remember it.
She scowled, "I am not a child, Sir." Her little body huffed and she crossed her arms tightly across her chest. She didn't seem afraid. It was as if the defense spark in her lit flame by mere considered insult.
"Well—" Chuck drawled as he bent down before her. His hand then reached up to stroke her soft cheek with the opposite side of his palm. "You look like a child to me." His ebony eyes sparkled as she instantly froze up, holding her breath.
"Your skin is like ice," she breathed.
He retracted his hand and pulled away. Damn. Her innocent remark hadn't been what he'd expected. Then again, he wasn't exactly used to interacting with children. A child, looking at her further he saw that was all she really was. A dark shadow overcame his eyes and he turned his back to her.
Blair frowned. The first thought in her naïve mind was that she hurt his feelings. Perhaps he did not have enough money for gloves. She walked up to him and pulled on the back of his shirt.
"That is not a bad thing, just unique." She smiled up at him thoughtfully, offering him a way to brush off any feelings of sadness.
He turned around, taken back by her touch. His first instinct was to move away from her, but he didn't. Instead, he turned around fully to face her again.
"Unique?" he asked. She nodded honestly. He shook his head and chuckled, "More so than you realize, I assure you."
Blair furrowed her brow in confusion, but he did not address it. Alternatively, she shrugged her shoulders and sighed. Her feet started to move again. "I must bid thee farewell now. I will reach the end of the woods by morning, I suspect."
"The end of the woods?" Chuck asked, left eyebrow raised in amusement. He quickly trailed behind her. She made nice speed for a small, human girl.
"Yes," Blair nodded. "You see I am running away. I must do it, for my pride." Her eyes flickered to him. She slowed down and walked at his side. She did not know much about the man, but if he were intent on following her then she'd allow an escort. That was what a true lady would do, and Blair Waldorf was the truest lady of them all. No matter what anyone else thought.
"How much pride can a nine year old have?" he chuckled. He could not recall the last time he saw a child, preferably a female, with such character. He sensed she may be a brat at times, but that was also who she was. It clearly agreed with her too.
"I am not nine! I am eleven! And not that it is any of your business, Sir, but plenty. And mine was damaged tonight. So I must go far, far away. Where no one who once knew me can find me again. The end of the forest shall be a great start," she stated with confidence.
"Pray tell how your dignity was devastated? I suspect someone with your passion for living must have to be driven pretty far to run from her problems," Chuck smiled cheekily.
She scoffed and stopped right where she was. Her petite body turned towards him and she crossed her arms.
"I am not nor have I ever run from my problems, Mister. I do not care to tell you my reasoning, nor do you deserve me to, but if you will not quit in your persistence then fine. It is my eleventh birthday today. I had a splendid party, but it ended in disaster. My mother doted and favored my so-called best friend over me like she always does. Serena is prettier than me, more polite than me; she has a tinier waist, and so on, and so on. It can drive a person mad. It has driven me mad. But I will not succumb to the abuse any longer. I shall run away and no one, not even you, will stop me," Blair finalized. With a huff, she nodded and turned to storm away.
"And what do we have here?"
Blair gasped and jumped back. She had turned straight into another man, an older man. She looked up at him with widened brown orbs. He was not like the other man. His icy blue eyes and sinister smirk made her feel uncomfortable. She backed up into a tree and gulped.
"Nephew, I must say you have always been selective for your collations, but she is quite small. And what a pity it would be to stain that elegant, little dress," Jack mused. He took another step towards the child. He felt her body turn cold and her breathing go uneven. It was an affect he often had on people.
"She looks like a doll," Nate remarked as he stepped out of the shadows. The tiny brunette instantly looked to him, her chestnut curls taking life in the wind. He had to step away from her, as his expression grew pained. Children always had such a sweet, innocent scent. It was intoxicating, but he'd do whatever it took to refuse it.
"Now tell me," Jack drawled as he bent down to Blair's eye level. "What is a pretty little girl like you doing outside at such a horrid hour?" His hand reached to touch one of her curls, but she frowned and pulled away from him. He scowled and his hand shot forward as if to grab hold of her and teach her a lesson.
"No!" Blair screamed and squeezed her eyes shut. But nothing happened. She opened them to see the older man's wrist held tightly by the man she had first met with dark brown eyes. Her little mouth fell open and she hurried behind a tree with a thickening bush round it. It was the closest thing to her to try and hide in.
"Don't," Chuck warned. His eyes bore intensely into his uncle's and he clenched his teeth. He was not sure what had come over him, but he didn't want to kill her or watch her be killed.
"Chuck?" Nate questioned, puzzled by the sight. He knew his friend to be a heartless bastard. But there was an eerie calm way about him now.
"Get her away from us then," Jack hissed. He yanked his hand away from Chuck and moved closer to where Nate stood. If it were not for him being deprived of strength he would have fought back just to show Chuck who the leader of their family was. But given his current state, he deemed the child not worth the effort. He only wanted to know what the motive of his nephew was. So he watched him.
Chuck looked away from his family and turned towards the tree. He bent down and arched his head so that his eyes connected with hers. She was trembling in fear. What a smart girl she turned out to be. There was much reason to be afraid.
"It's okay. What is your name?" Chuck asked. He held his hand out to her to help her from the shrubbery. She stared at it skeptically and then looked up to his eyes again.
"Bl-Blair," she stuttered. She did not know what was wrong with her, but she suddenly wanted to go home. Even if she were mad at her family, it was safe and warm there.
He took hold of her hand and helped her out of the bushes. Then he walked her over to a spot where a straight path would lead her home.
"Well Blair, go home as fast as you can and stay there. Do not come here in the night ever again. It is not a place for a girl of your age, but dark creatures of the night. Do you understand?" Chuck said sternly. He stared down at her with an intense gaze.
Blair nodded. She then let go of his hand and turned around. She took off in a run, far faster than ever before. The blood in her pumped faster and she did not dare look back, even if she desperately wanted to. The only question on her mind was if she'd ever see the dark haired man again.
Chuck watched as Blair disappeared into the forest. He crossed his arms and sighed. "She's going to grow up beautiful, now that she will," he commented. He then turned back to look at the two other men. It was in that moment he caught hold of the dark, questioning, and suspicious gaze of Jack.
It was not to be the last.
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A/N: Things will certainly get interested when Chapter 1 begins and Blair is of the "right" age. But I'll let you decide if you want to read more. Review with your thoughts. Also if you read BATB or TRA I am working on updates for both! I have just been SUPER busy!