Author's Note: this idea has been roaming in my head for awhile and I figured it'd be an interesting story to tell. This takes place in AU but not completely you'll eventually understand. Honestly if you have negative comments those are find but please this is my story completely Au I don't think I can explain that enough !
Leads Me Back To You
I swear by the moon and the stars in the sky...
And I swear like the shadow that's by your side...
In the dead of night she was awaken but a loud bang circling around her room, un aware that is was no longer a dream she sat up clinging the sheets for dear life around her. When the bang got louder, she threw the silky gold sheets off her body before stepping onto the plush carpet of her room. Grabbing the currently lighted candle from her nightstand, she fixed herself before slowly moving over to her Oak wood door. Holding her breath, she quietly moved down the hall of the palace not aware of anything because wrong everything seemed fine.
That night at their usual dinner party, her father seemed distant from everyone the same look on his face when her mother died years ago. Though she tried to act as if nothing was wrong, she could see that something was happening and once again her father was leaving her in the cold. He had told her not to stress out about it, her birthday was tomorrow which meant she would be queen, he would hand her the crown and she would rule just like she had been preparing for all her life. Worried something was wrong with her big day, the seventeenth birthday she had been waiting anxiously for since this was what she wanted, what she needed.
She had made her way to his study right before bed, but found nothing but stacks of paper and her sleeping father. She knew something was very wrong then but when he opened his eyes and smiled weakly she backed out of the room before closing it lightly. Now finding herself walking down the palace hall she could hear the faint sounds of voices, very loud voices. She swallowed the lump in her throat before placing her hand onto the cold wall. Biting her lip, she inhaled before letting her head look around the corner to the horrible sight in front of her.
"Now Harold, we could do this the easy way we know you have it and we want it." The older man spoke holding the gun tightly in his gloved hand. His face covered by the body of whoever was guarding the door though she could tell that he was much younger. Holding her breath she moved a little closer to the door completely aware that she must keep herself in the dark."William I have no idea what you are talking about." Harold spoke with a shaky voice before closing his eyes. "Just look for what you need to look for but leave Blair out of it."
"Ahh the princess, should we wake her up I know she would love to see her father lying in a pile of blood just like her mother." William laughed before cracking the gun back and placing it in the middle of her father's forehead. "Vanderbilt leave Blair and Eleanor out of this." Her father spat at the man, who she now could identify as William Vanderbilt but who was he and why was he here? She moved closer trying to keep her tears inside as the man shot the gun at the ceiling causing Blair to scream. "Blair, honey is that you! Run now get out of here!" Her father shouted, she obeyed running down the hall before turning the corner. "Damnit Trip get her!" William demanded.
At that Blair started to run again, princesses don't run she heard her mother shout in her head as she continued down the palace hall not taking the time to stop and admire the photos up and down the hall. Instead with the moon light in her eyes and tears running down faster Blair found herself almost out of breath but running for dear life as the man behind her began to shot. "Dorota!" she finally found herself being able to cry out but no answer. "Just leave me alone!" she shouted as the man seemed to be getting closer as she was running. Finding herself at a crossroad, Blair turned left running down the stairs before looking behind her unable to see the young man following her. "Blair!" a rough voice called out, but not trusting it she ran faster down the stairs only having her foot getting caught in her white night gown, causing her to roll down the rest of the marble steps hitting the wall at the bottom. Letting out a soft cry, she got up, determined to keep running though the doorway to the ballroom quietly looking around.
Letting the tears fall as she walked through the room where she had currently been that night, but now nothing but moon light was falling all around her. Blair didn't know what to do but she knew she couldn't stay down here they would find her. Taking off running once again that same rough voice echoed in her ear, "Blair!" she yelped before running out of the ballroom only to be caught but a warm hand and yanked into a very dark corner. Blair screamed only to have her mouth covered by a huge hand covered in leather; she inhaled but couldn't exhale the scream she was building up. "Blair, it's ok." She shook her body weak from running but also weak from crying. When the hand pulled away, Blair backed away only to be pulled in deeper into the dark corner. "Please don't kill me, I'll give you whatever you want." Blair cried out unable to see the face of the man that had currently pulled her into the corner. Sobbing loudly, Blair eventually found herself sliding softly down the wall to sit on the ground. Her body cold, lifeless and weak couldn't take it, if he wanted to kill her he would have done it already but thousands of thoughts were running through her head at the moment. The silence was killing her more damaging than knowing she was going to die soon, gathering her thoughts and pushing her tears aside she looked up into the darkness. "Who are you?" She demanded softly before inhaling to continue. "And where is my father?"
The man sighed before flicking his lighter on, that was then when Blair noticed his stoned features, gray hair and tired eyes. Blair gasped before turning to run again though this man looked completely different from William Vanderbilt, but she didn't completely trust this man at the moment. "I'm Bart Bass and I'm here to help you." Blair narrowed her eyes at him before folding her arms across her chest letting him continue. "Your father is going to be ok, but you we have to get you out of here." Blair frowned before looking down at the ground. "I'm not going anywhere without my father!" She stated seriously before turning around to run again "Daddy! Daddy please where are you?" Blair screamed before being yanked once again facing the man that wasn't giving up at all. "I'm sorry Blair but you leave me no choice." When he stated this. his stone cold features were the last thing she remembered before blacking out.
When she woke, she was moving Blair opened her tired eyes before rubbing her throat lightly. Looking down she thought this was all a dream that she was in her bed and she was seventeen finally but it wasn't a dream and she wasn't in her bed. Opening her eyes completely she let out a loud screech before looking out the window. Clouds? Where the hell was she? Heaven? Had they really killed her forcing her to meet the eyes of god at the moment on her seventeenth birthday? She stood up only to be forced back down by the seatbelt holding her, where was her father?
"Oh good your awake." A cold voice spoke as she looked up to see the man that had kidnapped her last night. She opened her mouth to scream again but was only quieted as tea was placed in front of her. "Please don't scream again." He asked softly before smirking, he handed her a cup before sitting down across from her. Blair looked down before lifting the cup to her lips inhaling the lavender and honey scent her favorite. She smiled softly before taking a slip looking back up at the man before placing her cup down. "Where am I?" She asked softly before looking out the window.
"Well, Harold called me yesterday and told me to come and get you." When Blair's eyes widened he quickly continued. "Blair your kingdom is in great danger, your father owes a lot of people and the Vanderbilt's are one of them." He paused before picking up the newspaper right next to him. "Mr. Vanderbilt is very serious about his money Blair, and he figured he would pay your father a visit. Long story short your father is one of my closest friends and I told him I would help you out. Blair you're one of your father's most prized processions he figured if William didn't find anything of value he would take you." Blair's eyes found Bart's before looking back at the cup before taking a slip, she was one of her father's most prized processions but why would he want to take Blair?
"Will I ever see him again?" Blair whispered before looking back at Bart who now had soften eyes before looking away, she may have only known Bart for a couple of hours but she could already tell that soften eyes might no. "If your father can handle his business then you may, Princess I'm here to protect you and so is my family we'll treat you like our own. Your father has always been there for me, so I'm trying to be there for him right now." Blair nodded before placing the cup back down and folding her arms across her chest.
"You should get more sleep; we'll be arriving in New York soon." Blair quickly looked back at him, New York? She hadn't even been outside of France before what was she supposed to do."New York?" she questioned looking at Bart with scared eyes did she even have New York attire? "Yes, I know it'll be a change for you but you'll be fine." He offered a weak but surely fake smile before walking away, Blair sighed leaning back against her seat. She hadn't even been outside of the palace let alone been to New York, what had her father gotten her into. Surely she knew becoming a queen would be hard but this was too much. She thought all about it as she fell asleep once again, this wasn't going to be good.
"Blair wake up we're here." Bart whispered softly as he pulled the blanket off her. Blair whined, as her eye flow open. Now that she wasn't moving she felt a lot better. Letting out a soft sigh, she grabbed Bart's hand before moving towards the exit of the Bass Industries private plane. As she stepped outside of the plane, her eyes became wide and at that she knew she wasn't in France anymore. For one New York smelled but perhaps that was because of the rain now currently falling as Bart pulled her towards the limo. Holding the door open for her, she quickly stepped in admiring the fresh leather seat and plush carpet against her feet as she slipped out of her shoes. She shivered as Bart climbed in now talking on his phone.
"Misty, yes we've arrived." Blair stared at him as his driver closed the door, he now not even noticing Blair staring at him. "Is everything ready? Well where is he?" Bart now looked mad, but when he eyed Blair she turned towards the moving road noticing they were getting closer and closer to the building. The only thing she knew about New York was that they had amazing sights though her father always promised her they would go, he never actually took her. She was aware that she was born here, as an Upper East Side princess but she never remembered any of it eventually they had moved to France. She sighed still remember father and mother always so over protective of her but she never understood why. "I'll talk to him later Misty, yeah I love you too bye."
As moment passed, turning into hours Blair never took her eyes off the scene in front of her. She was now seeing why her parent's fell in love in this city. The bright lights and interesting people of course made Blair extremely interested. She noticed Bart wanting to say something but she never pushed him. Eventually he began to speak once again. "We have to cut your hair." He blurted out before getting a nasty look from Blair "What?" She demanded before running her fingers through the long brown, curly locks that rested all down her back stopping at the top of her backside. "The prime source of the Vanderbilt's live here; we can't let them know it's you. Granted that they aren't under the name Vanderbilt but still it's quite noticeable that you are indeed a princess."
Blair sighed glaring at Bart for a long time before nodding, anything that helped her get closer to her father was fine by her though it had taken her years to get her hair to the length she wanted it, and this was just not something she wanted to do. As soon as they pulled in front of the salon, Blair's heart began to race she was actually going to do this, cut her hair change everything about her that reminded her of France. As Bart pulled her into the salon she noticed all the well-dressed people and the not so well dressed people Blair sighed she already knew she wasn't going to fit in here at all. Being pulled into a back room she was introduced to Rachel Carr her new personal stylist and hair dresser.
"Oh Bart she's gorgeous, the pictures in the magazine's do you not justice." She smiled, but Blair frowned knowing she needed to bite her tongue and just nod. Bart smiled half-heartedly before walking out once again. Blair stared at the middle-age woman that was about to make her over or in her mind a make under since Rachel Carr didn't look like she knew anything about fashion. Blair snorted, before she narrowed her eyes at Rachel getting a soft laugh out of her. Blair already didn't like her eventually when she got her grounds down here she was speak her mind. Closing her eyes, Blair let the lady turn her chair, feeling the weight of her hair getting lighter Blair could feel the tears well needed at the moment run rapidly down her chilled face.
"Blair you look – great" Bart stated nodding before, letting Rachel turn her chair to face a mirror. Blair sighed running her fingers through her curly layered hair that now rested at her middle back. Instead of being dressed in her night grown anymore which had been ripped somehow, she would take it out of Bart's paycheck eventually but now she was dressed in a lovely white summer dress with a red belt tied tightly around her waist, Blair smiled down at her white Jimmy Choo heels something she had never wore before only on special occasions. "Are we going somewhere special?" She beamed at Bart who seemed taken back by her remark of going somewhere special before looking between her and Rachel handing Blair a tiffany's box. "No, just going to meet my family and your new home for a while." He stated watching her open the box in surprise taking out a charm bracelet opening her mouth widely.
"Your father told Misty and I to give it to you." He shrugged before grabbing Blair by the shoulder and moving her outside once again. "Blair he really did want your seventeenth birthday so be special" Bart whispered before opening the limo door for her, she climbed in before playing with the charm bracelet on her wrist, she sighed looking out the window as the limbo started to move once again.
"And here we are the Palace hotel." Bart beamed the first true smile that he had shown her which meant he took pride of his place. "A palace really?" She stated getting out before stopping in her tracks, making a horrible face turning back to Bart who was standing behind her still smiling. "This isn't a palace." Blair murmured before walking behind Bart as he started to walk up to the door, nodding at the doorman as he held open the door. "No it's not; it's a hotel, my hotel the one that made me basically." He explained before moving over to a woman sitting in a chair in the corner chatting away.
"Misty, I'd like you to met Blair." He stated holding Blair by the shoulder as Misty stood up, looking at her with a loving smile and addicting hazel eyes. Misty, of course she already knew was Bart's wife anyone could tell that the way she looked at him. "Oh Blair, you look even more lovely in person." She stated in a very soft voice but very inviting making Blair miss her mother even more. When Misty pulled her into a hug, Blair could feel the tears in her eyes growing before she knew it Misty had pulled back. "Oh dear don't tear up on me." Misty smiled before patting her cheek softly. Now Blair took in all of Misty and her very pregnant stomach, Blair smiled before looking between Bart and Misty. "Well let's take you to where you'll be staying shall we."
Walking behind a very loving couple, Blair couldn't help but notice that Bart and Misty's relationship was a lot like Eleanor and Harold's relationship it seemed to be if they were away from each other too long the whole world stop. The way Bart helped Misty into the elevator made Blair realize that true love can happen. As soon as the elevator stopped at the eighteenth floor, Blair became nervous knowing nothing about this family at all but she was going to be stuck with them. 1812, how ironic Blair thought as Bart opened the door letting the pure smell of smoke and cologne fill her nose. Blair winced before walking in behind them. "And this is where you'll be staying Blair" Misty finally announced.
Blair's face showed her disapproval of this but she would have to fire the maid as soon as possible. "You'll be here with our son Charles." Blair turned to face Bart and Misty with pure disgust on her face before she could say anything Misty was already heading out of the suite. "If you need anything Blair, Bart and I are right next door." At that the door shut, Blair cursed herself for being born into a royal family that had no sense in finances at all. She sighed running her fingers over the fabrics in the suite before making her way to the bedrooms. It was quiet but now Blair left lonely, no Dorota, no father, no one. Blinking back tears Blair stuck her head into a neatly made bedroom which she already knew was hers. Inhaling the Chanel perfume smell, she moved over to the bed to sit. She did know how long she had been staring around the room, looking at the view of the city below as the cars and people went on with their lives. This was when she saw him leaning against the doorframe, a completely serious look on his face as his chestnut hair perfectly styled, but still maintained to look like he had just woken up from a tiring sleep and the same intense eyes as Bart had except for hazel. Blair frowned as he continued to stare at her before moving into the room placing clothes onto her bed. She blinked before raising an eyebrow at him. "What's this?" She questioned softly before meeting his intense eyes again.
"A uniform, you need it for school." He stated coldly before moving out of the room. "Who are you?" Blair demanded standing up trying to seem strong before meeting his gaze again. He smirked before narrowing his eyes at her. "I'm Chuck Bass." And at that, he was gone leaving Blair with an intensely strange feeling in her stomach. She sighed falling backwards onto the bed, twisting the charm bracelet with her fingers. "Daddy I miss you." She mumbled before closing her eyes letting the tears fall softly.
Author's Note: I swear more C/B encounters will happen next chapter lol trust me !