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Blair strutted into her entryway, grabbing up the first piece of knocked over art and putting it back up on the wall. Serena followed right behind her, grabbing up the pieces of a now broken vase and moving towards the trash can. "So, what happened here?" Serena asked as she threw away the pieces of the relatively inexpensive vase.
"I got a call from my mother tonight, and she told me that she had gotten info saying that people were going to attack the house looking for something. She informed me of where it was, which was in an area of the library I didn't even know about and told me to take it and the bag of money on top of it, and hide the chest. I had the brilliant idea to go to Brooklyn and pay Jenny to hide it. I mean, who would think that I would hide it with Jenny?" Blair started to explain.
Serena turned from her work and looked at Blair, "That is actually a really brilliant idea with you."
"Yeah, and then Gossip Girl had to put out a blast with my location, which drew the robbers to the loft," Blair continued.
"So, I get how you and Jenny are involved, but what about Dan?" Serena asked as she moved over to one of the other knocked over paintings and put it back up.
"I saw that blast and had made my way back to the loft, when I arrived I was greeted with the door having been kicked off its hinges and two men standing in our main room with crossbows. One of them turned on me and threatened me, and then Jenny went…." Dan explained, trailing off trying to find the correct words to describe it.
"Then what happened with Jenny?" Serena asked after a second of silences from all the other occupants of the house.
"Uhhh," Went Blair.
There was another long silence before Jenny was the one to crake. "I killed them," Jenny said quietly.
"WHAT!" Serena yelled out.
"I killed them, with a pair of metal sewing scissors because they were threatening my brother," Jenny stated more firmly this time.
Serena just looked at the younger girl dumbstruck. After a half second, Jenny started to move around Blair's place, picking things up as she went. "So, there are like, actual dead bodies at the loft right now?" Serena asked.
"Maybe, we left after talking to the cops. They might have moved them out of there by now, but at the very least the place is considered an active crime scene. Since it was my fault that their place is an active crime scene to start with, I figured I would at least give them a place to stay tonight and take care of stuff so Jenny wouldn't get in trouble," Blair stated.
"That is surprisingly considerate of you," Serena said, with a small smirk on her face, "I guess this makes them your friends now."
Blair gave an exaggerated eye roll to her friend before responding, "Well, at least Jenny is my friend. I wouldn't call Dan a friend yet, but he has comfortably moved out of being your flight of fancy to something of a more permeant fixture in my life." Blair let the statement linger in the air for a half second before saying, "Now, if you don't mind, I would like a word with my mother on this matter."
Blair didn't wait for a reply. She simply strode out of the entry way and up to her own room. Pulling out her phone, Blair dialed her mother's number. "Hello," a slightly sleepy voice on the other end said.
"Hey mom," Blair responded with.
"Blair, do you have any idea what time it is?" Eleanor responded with.
"I'm acutely aware, but I have two dead bodies on my hands, along with some rather big questions that I think I have a right to answers to," Blair stated firmly.
Blair could hear her mother sit up rather quickly in her bed. "What do you mean two dead bodies?" Eleanor asked.
"The bodies of the people who were trying to steal from us. I've taken care of the legal side of it, it was a low beat cop in Brooklyn and it was an obvious self-defense case. We shouldn't have any issues with that side of things. Though I do want to know why those two guys wanted a bunch of books on the supernatural that they would want to kill someone," Blair lashed at her mother.
"Wh…what… Back up and tell me everything," Eleanor said, trying to get her brain to catch up with everything her daughter was telling her.
Blair took the time to explain what happened overnight to her mother. "I thought you hated Brooklyn," was Eleanor's first response.
"Yes, and at times, even things I hate have very good uses," Blair countered with before continuing on, "Now, would you mind telling me what's going on with the books?"
"They are family heirlooms. Important to some people, but they shouldn't be anything you should worry yourself about," Eleanor said trying to evade.
"Well, from what I've seen, they are certainly something I need to worry about. Especially when one of my friends is sprouting wings," Blair stated.
Blair could hear her mother's phone hitting the ground. A half minute later, Eleanor picked it back up. With a large, audible gulp, Eleanor asked, "So you've had your first encounter with the supernatural?"
"I guess you could call it that," Blair said back.
"Well, at least it wasn't trying to kill you," Eleanor stated with heaviness in her voice.
"Quite the opposite, she was protecting me," Blair commented.
There was a long tense silence before Eleanor spoke again, "I will be grabbing the next flight back, this is a conversation that needs to be had mostly in person. In short, the Waldorf family was a great family of monster hunters, and then we did something, our greatest shame, and we left the business. If you want to figure out what your friend is, look in the brown leather book that has all the drawings of creatures, it's our bestiary. I will see you as soon as I can." With that, Eleanor hung up the phone, leaving Blair sitting on her bed.
Well, there you go, now tell me what you think.