Chapter 1
A/N: This is a collaboration between TeaLover and i-heart-hipsters, I hope you guys like our first fanfiction crossover.
GG and TVD don't belong to us, eventhojugh we wish it did : )
Summary: AU Gossip Girl x The Vampire Diaries, Blair has just moved to London in search of her dream job which she finds with a certain publishing company but her life will be turned around when a certain vampire is back in town…
The pilot's voice sounded over the intercom in the Boeing 747 telling all the passengers to buckle up their seat belts for the arrival in London. The seats in economy class could really not get anymore uncomfortable and Blair being Blair, refused to wear anything comfortable that did not meet her elite standards. Her feet were sweating in the stylish eye-popping red Jimmy Choos and her thin tights were so tight, they caused her fancy undies to ride up the inside of her two ass cheeks. Her skirt, that she bought in a boutique in Paris when she was with Serena, kept her thighs warm and constantly reminded her of their friendship she was now leaving behind, for Blair was immigrating to London.
The fancy neck pillow, which was resting on her shoulders was not helping her tense muscles at the back of her neck. She dreaded her arrival the most. Her chique pullover wouldn't smell like the fabric softener her mother used to wash her clothes with anymore after sitting on that germ ridden seat next to an old lady, by the name of Talida, who spoke ten words of English at most.
A million thoughts were going through Blair Waldorf's mind. She was immigrating to London, not only to get away from her mother's recent murder in the small town of Mystic Falls, but also to start a new life with more chance of getting a job. Jobs were getting scarce in Manhattan and Blair desperately needed a job now that no money would be coming in from her mother anymore. The funeral of her beloved mother had been a week before her flight. Being a catholic by faith, the coffin with her mother's body in it was present in church. She could not erase the image of the body she saw in that coffin. There was one thing significant about her mother's face. She could see it clearly. Even though, her mother was all dolled up to look presentable to all the people who attended the funeral, Blair saw it. There were two scars, one across Blair's mother's face and one starting just under the earlobe. They were a few inches long and Blair clearly distinguishing how the sewn up scars had been caked with cover up. Blair knew this could not have been a usual murder, something In Blair told her it must have been an animal.
Blair dreaded landings anywhere. Her clothes were all creased by the time she walked out of the airport. She couldn't afford to take a cab but it was the least Serena could do, to organise Blair a Chauffeur. She felt relieved, when she saw a clear white board with her name written in big capital letters on it, because she felt the sense of doubt when it came to relying on Serena.
It felt like the longest drive from Heathrow to her new Apartment in Stratford, London, as there was always a lot of traffic on the streets of London. The Chauffeur, Mr Farnsworth, told her that they had to drive on the A40, the longest route to her apartment, since there was an accident on the M4 and a road block on the A4. Blair felt her eyelids getting heavier and her mind soaring off to the music of Mozart from the CD that was in the radio. It felt like she had been asleep for way more than an hour, which is how long it took them to drive to her apartment. When the engine was switched off, Mr Farnsworth woke her up by gently shaking her shoulder. Taking a deep breath Blair opened her car door and slowly stepped out. Mr Farnsworth was so kind to help Blair by carrying her luggage into her Apartment and handed her a map of London.
After she said goodbye and thanked Mr Farnsworth, she took a look around her apartment. It felt quiet, empty and cold. Blair knew winter was drawing nearer. Flights always made her feel dirty and clammy, so she decided to take a shower. Thereafter, a soothing cup of tea was in order and she went to get into her warm, comfortable bed. As she sipped her tea, her mind was already planning her outfit for her interview tomorrow and words of responses to the questions she might be asked. She needed to be impressive to get the job at the publishing company called Bass Publishing. As she sipped the last sip of her Earl Grey tea, the realisation of her being and living alone kicked in. She felt lonely, and missed all her friends in Manhattan. She snuggled under the warm duvet and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Little did she know that she was being watched and followed all this time.
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