Where It Begins

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AN: Thanks for the response on True Colors! I wasn't sure if people would accept an AU couple, but Carter/Blair have recently become an interest of mine. Hopefully I'll publish the story soon. Next up in previews…

This Long Road – Chuck/Blair

The Games That Play Us – Chuck/Blair/Jack

An Unorthodox Fairytale – Chuck/Blair/Dan

The Living Accomplice – Blair, Jenny

Are you excited yet? You should be.

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A City of Dust – AU. Blair and Jenny are sisters, not by blood, but by their form of obsession. But when Jenny dies, Blair is left to carry on with the weight of guilt and secrets from the past.

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"Time of death: 9:48 PM," The surgeon's voice bellowed.

The girl on the table, her heavy eyeliner was running, her lips dark red and dry. Her hair was in razor layers and the color of bleach. She lay there, cut open and lifeless.

"What kind of sacrifice are you willing to make to have all of this?"

"I'll do anything."

A girl above, looking through a window, watched the disaster end. Her mascara was running. Dammit. Had she learned anything?

"It's best not to feel anything."

"Why?"

"It all hurts too much. You'll learn that the hard way."

She just stared at the girl who had slowly become her. They all made sacrifices. But not like this.

She had taught her how to break down. How to lose all feeling.

"You're becoming more like me every day."

"I'm not sure if I should be scared by that."

And here she lay. Dead.

"It's easy. I promise. I just need someone. Please."

"…Anything for you."

She had watched her go over the edge and let her. She had done everything right. She obeyed her commander, and slipped through the cracks because of it.

All part of the sacrifice. You have to lose yourself.

"Blair Waldorf?" Someone called for her.

It was her father.

"My dad…He doesn't care anymore."

"You're lucky, kid. At least he's around."

"Mr. Humphrey," She announced this slowly. "I'm…so sorry."

He nodded. His eyes were dead, something she had never really seen before.

"What happened?" What happened to my daughter? What did she become?

"I…" She stopped for a moment to catch her breath. Her face was wet and she was gasping for air. "I really don't know, sir."

I haven't known her for a long time.

Her father just stared through her. You were supposed to look after her, she knew he wanted to say. Why didn't you?

I don't know. I don't know anything anymore.

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Six months. One hundred and eighty three days. That's all it took.

"You're going to be Queen one day. You'll rule over this place."

"That's all I want."

The cold blood seeped through both of their veins. The blood of a queen. It was always a painful transition.

They were going to be perfect. The same. Thin and absolutely perfect.

"We're going to be beautiful one day. They'll all see."

Someday. Never. The two words had become interchangeable.

Perfect. That word became the only one that would make them smile.

Beauty is pain, the mirror yelled. You're not good enough.

We're not good enough, they chanted. Never good enough.

Won't ever be good enough.

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"You've become my sister. We're the same."

"You love me. No one else does."

The mirror would stare them up and down.

You're wasting your life, it threatened. You're running out of time.

Six months. One hundred eighty-three days. Two hundred sixty-three thousand, five hundred twenty minutes.

Still not good enough, the mirror would tell her. You wasted your time.

It wasn't worth it.

They don't love you, it once told you. They never will.

But they will fear us.

"We're going to be on top of the world soon."

"They'll all know who we are."

Time of death: 9:48 PM.

It was never worth it.

They were the same. Cold-blooded sisters. They didn't feel pain.

It was a lie. There were tears on her face. You can't help but feel this.

"We have to look after each other."

"There's no one else who cares as much as you do."

She was the one left breathing.

She had to carry on.

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