Writen by Chloe Coates and her sexy friend Emily Bennett
disclaimer: I dont not own Gossip Girl or any of the characters (sadly)
Together Alone
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The midnight darkness enveloped the dark alleyway in its clutches, trapping the world in a seemingly never ending silence. Footsteps echoing, a blonde teenager hurried down the alley, unintentionally speeding up in fear. Despite the fact that he came this way every night after working, something about this particular night didn't seem completely right. Stopping in an intersection-like junction in the middle of four tall buildings, he stared around in panic, sensing that he was not, in fact, alone in the silence. Confirming his fears, a figure stepped out of the shadows to his left, slowly stepping forwards. The boy squinted, trying to determine who it was.
"Hello?" he called warily, watching the figure glide towards him. The lack of response from the unknown person struck the boy with a fresh load of terror. He began backing away from the figure, turning with haste and half jogging down a new alleyway. The pursuer's footsteps sped up behind him, forcing the boy to break into a sprint. After a few seconds he heard his chaser gain on him and he spun around in time to see the figure flying towards him in the air, hurtling into his body in a bone-crushing crash, then everything went black.
Red eyes glinting, his skin shining in the sudden exposure of moonlight, the attacker kneeled beside his victim, a wild grin appearing on his fanged teeth. He leaned forwards, pressing his mouth to the unconscious boy's neck. Just as he was about to take his first bite, someone cleared their throat from somewhere behind him. He stood up quickly, trying to appear nonchalant and as though he had simply come across the boy and had nothing to do with his current condition. A malicious, yet beautiful woman sat on the edge of a nearby dumpster, staring down at the situation with a child-like interest. The man stared at her in confusion, it was obvious that she was anything but human, but it was still a shock to find another of his kind. She swung her legs and leaped gracefully off of the dumpster, striding forwards and standing next to the bewildered man. She leaned down next to his victim and inhaled deeply, then turned to glare up at the man. "This was my dinner," she snarled, her voice hinting a trace of humour. He shook his head as she pulled him out of his dream-like state and shrugged in answer.
"Oh well," she looked back down at the boy as he whimpered, eyes fluttering open. He groaned and looked up at her with a mixture of fear and plead. "Please," he choked, throat gargling horribly. With a flick of her wrists the woman snapped his neck to an unnatural angle and the boy's entire body went lax. As she leaned down with her mouth open to repeat the man's earlier actions, she stopped as he had and stood up.
"Who are you?" the enchanted man asked, staring at her. She licked her bottom lip alluringly, 'Blair," she replied.
He smirked and pursed his lips. "I'm Chuck Bass."
2006
Blair strode purposely down the streets of New York, relishing at the sound of her Gucci shoes clicking against the pavement. Silently acknowledging the thick rain clouds hovering above the city, she quickened her pace, not because she was all that worried about getting caught in the rain, but it was a human trait to not enjoy the feeling of water gushing down onto you and soaking your clothes and skin to the core, and if she was going to fit in society she had best act like human's do. Blair was pulled out of her trance as a long black limo pulled up beside her. The last tinted window slowly rolled down to reveal an angelic man, who then leaned out of the vehicle to come face to face with her amused features. "Fancy seeing you here," he said in a sing song tone. She rolled her eyes in response. "Stalking me Bass?"
"You know I only follow the pretty ones" he stated with a smirk.
"It's a wonder you didn't get a masters degree in cheesy pick-up lines," she retorted.
"What have you got there?" he changed the subject, gesturing to the multiple bags in Blair's hands. She followed his gaze and then looked up with a playful smile, "only a little something for tonight."
"I hope it wasn't too expensive, knowing you it's bound to end up covered in blood."
"There's a time and place for that kind of talk," she said, anger and annoyance hinting in her voice.
"Which, according to you, is never. Do you want a ride?" he paused, eyes glinting mischievously, "In my limo of course."
"Don't be such a perv Chuck," Blair rolled her eyes, and then she accepted his offer, climbing into the backseat of the sleek machine. Chuck slid sideways as she sat down on the elegant leather seat, pulling the door shut behind her. It was courteous for the man to allow the woman into the vehicle first, but Chuck Bass was never one to play by the rules. He watched as Blair crossed her legs temptingly, silently admiring her dark hair falling in waves of curls down her shoulders. Looking up the length of her slim body he met her gaze, staring lustfully into her brown eyes. It was necessary for both of them to wear contact lenses when they went out, as red wasn't a primary eye colour and would most probably receive some odd looks from passersby, but Chuck preferred when he was able to gaze into the dark crimson eyes,
discovering and wondering what the secrets hidden within them were.
"You're drooling," Blair chortled, snapping him out of his dream-like state. He grinned and shrugged.
"It's not my fault you're so wonderfully beautiful."
"I'm just going to take that as a compliment and pretend that you're not trying to seduce me with your charm"
"Is it working?" he asked jokingly but still slightly curious.
"Oh look, were here" she said hurriedly, getting out of the limo and closing the door.
"Waldorf" he called after her through the window. Blair turned on her heel to face Chuck.
"You're avoiding the question," he grinned.
"See you tonight Bass" Blair turned and strutted towards the entrance of the hotel.
Chuck watched her in till she was completely out of sight, captivated by her beauty and the way her hips swayed when she walked. He noted that her long dark curls bounced slightly around her shoulders as she leaped lightly up the staircase and smiled to himself when he remembered that she was his.
Authors note: shall I continue? ;)
