Chuck Bass was drunk.
A week before, his father had told him he was weak for ever loving Blair Waldorf, and he'd been right. Any feelings he felt for her made him impotent, made him less likely to make the right choices. Deep inside, he hated Bart for taking the Empire and pretending he was dead for almost three years, but instead of reacting to the despisal he felt for his father, he took it out on everyone else. Lily could say he was her family all she wanted, but deep in his mind, he only saw his father as his family. Elizabeth had never been in his life, and Diana had been fucking his best friend right next door to his bedroom for almost a year. His family was so screwed up, he didn't know where to begin.
Then Blair happened. She'd approached him on top of the Empire, confessing she still loved him after spending months with that Brooklyn rat, Humphrey, and he'd succinctly shut her down. How could she believe he would trust her by how dead her eyes had looked and how worn down she appeared when she'd promised her love for him. The whole situation was so very unlike Blair, he'd snapped at her and told her his father was right that he'd put her first and she'd bet against him in every situation. She was a selfish bitch who thought she could come back to him after sleeping with Humphrey for months and suddenly realize she still loved him. He'd spent a year fighting for her, figuring out his emotions and even paying off her dowry despite her resistance, and she'd turned him down every time. When she'd confessed he had her, despite the fact he'd lost everything important to him, he'd told her that wasn't enough. And it was true. What was Blair Waldorf in light of the riches and power he'd had with the Empire? Nothing.
He'd escaped to Monte Carlo with Jack, losing himself in gambling and emptying his mind of his worries back in New York. He would have to return eventually, but for now he could forget it all. Then Blair had showed up, claiming she was 'all in' and vowed to fight for him.
It was all too much. He was second-guessing his decisions, confused and irritated as always by Blair and what he did or didn't feel for her, and the only way he could forget was getting drunk off his ass.
Soused in alcohol, Chuck laughed and stumbled into a wall, falling back against his back as women surrounded him. Alcohol and sex: his heart-healing antidotes. There were three of them, a brunette, a blond, and a redhead, and they surrounded him, their hands caressing him down his chest, his crotch, the back of his head. He groaned in pleasure as their lips kissed his neck and their fingers tore at his shirt. Wrapping his arms around the waists of the two closest girls, he led them toward the elevator up to his penthouse suite. Once inside the elevator, his clothes were pulled half-off and the girls were giggling lustily before the doors pinged open and admitted them into the massive room.
"Ladies!" he cried, releasing them and backing into the room, his arms thrown wide to gesture around the expanse. "Welcome to my humble abode!" The girls laughed and chased after him as he headed for the bar, grabbed a bottle of the finest liquid on the rack and then led them toward the bedroom.
One whole wall of the quite was lined with windows overlooking the seaside capitol of debauchery, Monte Carlo. The lights of the city illuminated the room almost as brightly as the mood lighting set into the ceiling and scattered around the expansive living area. Red and gold carpets decorated the place, lavishing it with rich colors and rich decorations, reminding its guests of their bountiful wealth.
The bedrooms were equally as impressive in their girth and abundance as the living areas. A massive king bed bedecked the center of the chamber, floor-length windows decorating one wall while the others were painted a lush golden color to warm the room. Jumping onto the bed with a wild yell, Chuck held his alcohol bottle in the air like a trophy as the girls piled around him in giggling glee.
Drinking simultaneously to disrobing his whores, the alcohol spilling onto his aquiline face as he laughed drunkenly. He didn't even notice as the girls disappeared one-by-one. Gulping down the alcohol, he laughed and sat up, glancing around and realizing for the first time that the girls were gone. Glancing around confusedly, he opened his mouth to summon them just as a shadowy figure materialized in the bedroom doorway. Squinting at the figure, he propped himself fully up on the bed and frowned in irritation.
"Excuse me?" he asked, his tone rude and arrogant. "Who are you? Where are the girls?" Through his alcohol-induced haze, his anger was raising as the figure moved fully into the room.
Surprise washed over him as a slender, shapely brunette stepped out of the shadows and smiled darkly at him. She was unlike any woman he'd ever seen. Her body was perfect, her breasts were the perfect size and shape and her hips curved out lusciously, not too wide but wide enough. Her skin was tanned and her dark hair curled in perfect round curls around her face and bouncing on her shoulders. She smiled again, her lips curving upward and instantly drawing his attention to them. He wanted her instantly, all thoughts of the previous women paled in comparison to this specimen, and she would be his.
He was Chuck Bass. He could have any woman he wanted.
Rising from the bed, he dropped the bottle he'd been holding onto the floor and walked toward her as a moth drawn to a flame. She was clothed in a black dress, her brown eyes sparkling in the dim light of the room, and she watched him confidently as he reached her. His hands went to her waist, pulling her against his hips and opening his mouth invitingly as he leaned toward her to kiss her. She didn't fight him, but kissed him back as hard as he kissed her, making his mind reel from desire.
Their lips smacked as she pulled away from him, her eyes suddenly turning red with veins shooting out from them in two unholy halos. She hissed, fangs extending from her teeth, and his heart stopped in fear. Chuck Bass had faced down death, and he'd never been afraid like he was now.
"Hello, Chuck," she purred dangerously as he stood frozen by her gaze. "I'm Katherine." Then she sank her fangs into his neck and he blacked out.