It's Gossip Girl here. Your one and only source into the scandalous lifes of Manhattan's elite – being far from Manhattan for now.

Spotted. Upper-east side queen carrying her own suitcase. Who said Blair Waldorf couldn't live without servants was probably on the wrong track. Or maybe… The only one on the wrong track here, is Queen B. herself. What is Blair doing in Virginia? What would Chuck say, if he would find you here in Mystic Falls, B.?

It was late in the evening when Blair finally got off the bus. She was dying to get a hot bath and to put on some new clothes. The last time she had taken the bus was… Well, never. And now, having to sit in there for an entire night ánd day had made her feel like she had a hangover as bad as only Serena could get one. Or a jetlag like only her mother had. She felt worse right now than she would have felt if she would find herself one morning waking up next to Dan Humphrey. And that surely meant something, considering how high Dan Humphrey was on her list of appreciation.

To find out what Blair Waldorf was doing in Mystic Falls, we have to go back in time a couple of days to the day where Blair lost her first bet ever… But we won't get back to that just yet.

The worst thing Blair was feeling right now, was the feeling of missing ninety percent of her complete wardrobe. She didn't understand how people could go away from home for more than one night and only need one suitcase. But then again, she couldn't understand why people would live in a farmer's village like Mystic Falls and yet she was there herself now too. That didn't mean that she liked it. No, it meant that she would suffocate and die. But there were things more important than that. Her pride, for instance. And that's why she had to be here. She would rather die than show New York that Blair Waldorf had been taken out by a long bus drive and a town full of pig's poop and K-mart clothes.

"Are you sure you want to wander around the highway at this time of the night?" a voice sounded from beside her. Blair looked the way the sound came from, and saw a man walking out of the woods, coming her way.

For a moment, she wondered if maybe this was dangerous. Upper-class, rich girl, carrying a suitcase of valuable clothing from famous designers (she didn't want to mention her new Louis Vuitton bag, of course) all alone at night. On top of that, she was also beautiful. That was almost like an invitation to get raped. Especially in towns where barbarians lived.

"Excuse me," Blair said, trying not to sound like she was a bit scared, "But I don't have much of a choice, since there are no cabs in this third world village."

"Where are you headed?" the man said, stepping closer to her.

"Mystic Falls' Hotel," Blair said, "you don't happen to know where that is, do you?"

"I could take you there, of course," the man said, now standing close enough to Blair that she could touch him is she would hold out her hand. She swallowed. It hadn't been her plan to get raped or molested at the first day of her visit here. It was bad enough already without perverts coming along. Though this pervert was pretty good-looking.

"And you expect me to trust any random man who walks out of the forest at this time of the night, full of good attentions?" Blair asked the man, talking a few steps back.

"Come on, why wouldn't you?" the man answered, "I could let you go there yourself of course. But then you wouldn't get there until tomorrow evening because you will get lost hopelessly," he held out his hand, "Damon."

"Blair Waldorf," Blair answered, eyeing the man for a moment. He really looked amazing. Beautiful blue eyes, handsome face. And he looked friendly enough. "So you are saying you are willing to take me to the hotel?" she asked.

"Sure. So that means you trust me?" Damon asked and smiled.

"I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?" Blair answered, "and as much as I had planned not to get into any contact with any of the poor and uneducated people that live here, I think I just have to for now." She sighed deeply and gave him the handle of her bag. For a moment, Damon looked at her with a surprised expression, his dark eyebrows pulling together. Obviously, he wasn't used to be treated like this by anyone. He hesitated for a second, thinking of refusing and killing her. But then he decided that she was okay to take away his boredom for one night, and he sighed and picked up her bag.

"You have some nerve, do you?" Damon asked her as they started to walk.

"I am Blair Waldorf," she simply said, walking unsteadily on the muddy ground with her designer stiletto's, "and you better remember that in case you indeed can't be trusted."

Damon couldn't help but smile about the stupidity of this arrogant woman. Talking to a dangerous creature like him in this way was asking to be killed. And he would happily do that as soon as they were back at the boarding house. His brother wasn't home tonight, so he could have the entire home for him and his arrogant upper-class dinner.

"I don't understand," Damon said innocently, "do I look like I can't be trusted or something? If I would have wanted to hurt you, I would have done so already."

Blair sighed. It was true. This man was honest and friendly, and he didn't even smell like poop or dirt like she thought everyone in Virginia smelled like. He even wore an expensive jacket, and surely people who wore Armani had to be trustworthy.

"Fine. I trust you, alright," she said and rolled her eyes. Behind her, Damon smiled mischievously, and for a moment, his eyes gleamed red in the light of the moon.

Where did you get yourself in to, B.? You were afraid that you wouldn't survive Mystic Falls High school, but that shouldn't have been your greatest worry. Didn't New York teach you that tall dark and handsome men can't be trusted? Careful, Upper-Eastsiders, for this time your beloved frenemy and queen might not be able to come home…

You know you love me… Xoxo, Gossip Girl.

A/N This is a rather short chapter for a story written by me, but the next chapters will be longer. This was just to figure out how to write things from Blair's perspective, and it is going to be quite tougher than I thought :P

Please let me know if this is worth continuing. I would be more than happy with reviews of any kind. Just so you know ;)

-Xxx- Eline aka Asrialth