*The Funeral*

Chapter 6

*Shattered*

A/N: Sorry it took so long, but I had a minor case of writers block. Please don't be mad for anything that happens in this chapter (You'll know what I mean later.)

Thank you all for the reviews, they were wonderful. And I feel I must say I hate Eric's timing as much as the next and I kind of hate myself for writing his entrance in at all.

Disclaimer: No I don't own any part of Gossip Girl.

Blair examined her ring as it shone in the sunlight as she sat in the courtyard, rays of light catching the glimmering ruby on her right hand, making it shine more.

"That's a beautiful ring; I can't believe I've never noticed it before."

She jumped slightly when she heard Chuck's voice behind her. How he was able to sneak up on a vampire, she would never know.

"Did your little friend from last night give that to you?" A jealousy neither cared to explain laced with his voice.

"I've had it for a long time, you must not be very observant." She said turning around in her seat to look at him.

"I'm very observant when it comes to you; I just choose to observe other places than your hands." He said, sitting down next to her.

"I'm sure you do, I must admit I have some wonderful places for observation."

"You have impeccably high self esteem for someone who lives on the Upper East Side."

"I think you're forgetting that I didn't grow up here."

"Yes, I must have forgotten, you just fit in so well here, bitchy and beautiful."

"You think I'm bitchy, that's so sweet." She said sarcastically, placing her hand on his arm.

"You know, most girls would have gone for the latter of that compliment." He said leaning towards her.

"Well, I'm not most girls."

"That is all too obvious." Chuck said, before he glanced behind Blair. "I think there's someone here to see you."

"What?" She said as she turned around, immediately seeing her blonde ex-best friend standing there, staring at her. "I'll be right back."

"What are you doing here, Serena?" She asked quietly.

"B, I jus-"

"Is it time to collect already?"

"Why are you acting like this, B? Do you want me to apologize for something that happened eighty-two years ago, even though Carter already did apologize for us?"

"When was this?"

"1939, he told us he found you in Bristol and he left to get you, he was gone for a week and when he came back he said you had forgiven our mistake but you wished to travel alone with Eric and would come back when you wished to." Blair noticed Serena's disbelief in the words she spoke when she said mistake.

"Really? Is that what he said? Well, if Saint Carter said it, it must be true."

"He is always truthful."

"Then why did he lie about my forgiveness?" Serena opened her mouth to speak but Blair continued before she could interrupt. "Why did he lie about what really happened?"

"I'm sure he had reason."

"Yes, I suppose so. I mean, why would he want to tell you of attacking me and then attempting to kill me."

"You are not telling the truth, he would never do that."

"You know nothing of what you speak." She spat the words at Serena. "I think it's time you heard this story, Serena."

"I will hear your tall tale and then you will cease with your badmouthing ways."

"Fine, let me collect my things." She walked away quickly to where Chuck still sat and grabbed her books, throwing them haphazardly into her bag.

"Where are you in such a hurry to go?" He questioned from his seat.

"Why is it of importance to you?"

"You just don't seem the type to skip school is all."

"How would you know what type I am? We've already established that I am not one of your vapid conquests."

"Could Blair Waldorf possibly be jealous of my little friends?"

"They're not really friends if you kick them out the second it's over."

"Well, I can assure you I wouldn't kick you out."

"Of course you wouldn't, I'd leave before you had the chance."

"If I were lucky enough to spend the night with you, I wouldn't let you out of my sight." He said as he tucked a curl behind her ear, he heard a giggle escape her ruby lips and he looked at her to find a light blush on her lily white cheeks.

"Blair, did I just hear you giggle?" An Amazonian blonde asked from behind her, causing Chuck's hand to drop quickly and the slight smirk Blair had been sporting to turn into a scowl as she turned around.

"Yes you did, Chuck said something funny. Is there a problem with that?" There was an edge to Blair's voice that he had never heard before.

"No, I just don't think I've ever heard you giggle before." The blonde replied back with slight hesitation.

"That is because when I'm in your presence I am surrounded by imbeciles, who only concern themselves with knock-knock jokes." The girl step back slightly from Blair, her mouth gaping open.

"You have no right to speak of them that way."

"Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot speak of and in what capacity I speak of such things in, Serena?"

"I am your friend and I'm only reminding you that it would be wise not to speak of certain people in a certain way."

"Were my friend."

"Okay, this is all getting a little cryptic so I'm going to leave." Chuck said standing from his seat.

"Wait." Blair said grabbing his forearm, part of her not wanting to be alone with Serena longer than necessary, and another, larger part of her just didn't want to be away from him.

"For what?"

"Um…this is Eric's sister, Serena." She said looking at him even while she said to the blonde. "Serena, this is mine and Eric's friend Chuck."

"Nice to meet you." Serena said disinterestedly.

"Likewise." Chuck mimicked her tone easily.

"I'll see you later, Waldorf." His voice was much lighter when he addressed Blair and as dim-witted as Serena was it was hard for her not to miss the change in tone or the way a smirk graced Blair's features when she said 'Bye, Bass'.

"Did you just say Bass, as in Chuck Bass?" Serena wondered, pulling Blair's attention back to her.

"Yes, why?"

"Just wondering, you know his family owns like half of New York."

"Anyone with access to news on current events would know that Serena."

"Let's just go."

"Gladly." She mumbled as she trailed behind the blonde.

"Get on with the story, Blair, I don't have all day." Serena said from place on the violet couch in Blair and Eric's penthouse.

"You have an entire lifetime, Serena."

"Just tell me what happened, I want to leave before Carter gets back and realizes my absence."

"Oh, have you become his new obsession since I have been gone."

"No." She shouted quickly, earning a surprised look from Blair. "I just mean that you hold a certain place in his life and I could never replace you in his heart." Serena ignored Blair scoff of 'What heart?' and continued. "I don't want you to go and tell him I'm trying to replace you, you know how he is."

"That I do."

Bristol, England

March 28, 1939

Her fingers ran across the keys, numbly. Stroking the piano she sent an unknown song into the space she solely occupied.

"I used to love when you played your songs for me." A voice said from behind her.

"It was not for you, my lord, but for the entertainment of the others." She said back to the voice, her fingers never stopping the melody she played.

"Maybe, but I assure you I enjoyed it the most, Princess." Carter finally stepped into the light of the candle flickering on top of the instrument. "I must say it surprises me that you are not attempting to send me away or fighting me and calling me all sorts of names proper young ladies should not utter." The sarcasm overtook his voice.

"What would be the point of fighting with you? You are my elder by an unimaginable amount of time, making you stronger and faster than me, giving you an unfair advantage over me. As for sending you away, I know you will not listen."

"You know me well, Princess."

She did not answer, simply continued moving her fingertips across the keys. Her fingers hit more harshly against the ivory when he took a seat next to her on the piano bench, he did not miss the barely noticeable flinch when his clothed arm brushed against her bare skin.

"We all miss you, Serena the most. She just mopes around all day, doing nothing, all her shine is gone." He said hoping to gain her full attention.

She stopped all movement against the piano when Serena's name left Carter's lips.

"I do not want to hear of any of you nor do I want you to attempt to make me feel guilty for something Serena did all on her own, with your company of course." She still would not look at him, just kept her eyes on the shining piano keys before her.

"Must you be so quick to hold a grudge?"

"Quick to hold a grudge? You murdered innocent people for the fun of it, so I'm so sorry if I think that warrants a grudge and a leave of absence from you sick people and I use that word very liberally." She spat at him.

"No need to get yourself so riled up, Princess."

"Ugh, must you call me that?"

"As I have already explained, numerous times, I use that word to fittingly describe all that is you, Princess." He said sliding his hand across the back of her dress, leaving it to rest on the small of her back for a moment before she slapped his hand away and stood up.

She turned away from him, but was hindered in her attempt to leave by his hand closing tightly around her wrist. He pulled her backwards and then turned her around, pressing her against the piano.

"I was not finished speaking to you." Carter growled at her as he pushed himself against her form, effectively holding her between his body and the piano.

"Well, I was finished speaking with you." Blair said as she tried to remove his body from its place pressed against her.

"Despite how much you may hate me, I am still your sire and you are to obey my wishes, whatever they may be." He told her ominously as his hands grabbed hers and pressed them against the hard surface of the piano.

"What are you doing, My Lord?" She asked when he let his lips find the skin of her neck.

"Taking what you have stored away for more than a century, my innocent little Princess." He pressed himself closer to her, removing one hand from hers and using it to grab her pale arm.

"You will do no such thing." She ground out, before he grabbed her jaw harshly and planted his mouth firmly against hers, his other hand running through her hair.

"I assure you I will do such a thing, your virtue will be my greatest prize." He said pulling back from her already bruised lips.

"My virginity is not a prize to be won, especially by you of all people." She spat out in a disgusted tone.

"Then if it cannot be won, I shall steal it." As if to prove his point, he began pushing her dress up her legs as he forced his lips onto hers again.

Her hands pushed against his chest as his tongue forced its way into her mouth. His touch was rough against her thighs as he harshly grabbed them and lifted her up onto the piano, sending uneven notes resounding throughout her residence. She pushed harder against his chest when she felt his hand run between them, brushing her inner thighs with his fingertips, sending tremors of fear running through her body. She clamped her legs shut around his hand before he could reach his intended destination.

He pulled his hand from between her legs and brought it to the neckline of her dress. He ripped the delicate fabric down the middle, revealing her undergarments to his lust filled gaze. He bent down to brush his lips against her chest, causing disgust to fill her, forcing her hands against his chest once again, she finally made some space between their bodies. Carter looked down at her, hair mussed, tears beginning to fall from her fear filled eyes and he just connected his mouth with hers again, pulled her torn dress from her petite form and reached between them for his belt buckle as she resumed struggling against him.

After he had removed his belt he reached forward with the intent of removing her undergarments and her knee moved upward, hitting between his legs and causing his hands to retreat from her body and him to stumble back slightly, just enough for her to slip away from him and run towards the stairs.

"You are going to pay for that you little bitch." He said in a strained voice when he had regained some of his composure.

"Carter, stop…please."

"Do you not realize how much I've done for you? How much I've put up with because of you?" He said as he started walking calmly towards her. "I at least deserve some sort of reward for having to put up with you and your constant complaining, acting as if you're better than everyone else. How is the view from that high horse of yours?"

He was nearing the stairs, his steps becoming quicker and she immediately began running up the stairs, but he caught her ankle and she tripped and fell. He flipped her over, barely taking notice of the blood trickling out of her nose as a result of her face colliding with the stairs. He climbed over top of her, pressing her back more harshly against the steps as he let his weight rest heavily on her and his hardness pressed against her uncovered thigh.

"Carter…I know you're in there somewhere, My Lord, please…stop this." She pleaded with him as tears shook her voice.

Clear liquid flowed from her eyes as he pulled back to look at her, but he soon resumed his task. As his hand found the button on his pants she silently thanked God for her abnormal strength, for the first time since Carter had changed her. Her hand reached over and grabbed onto one of the wooden posts of the banister next to her head.

She pulled and sent splintering shards of the post across Carter's back. He pulled away and Blair took the opportunity to press the jagged piece of wood against his chest, right above his heart.

"What are you doing, Princess?" He asked innocently as he sat up.

"Get out!"

"No."

"I swear to God if you don't leave this second, I will shove this through your heart." She pressed the wood harder against him

"No need to be overly dramatic, Princess."

"You attack me and I am the one being dramatic, unbelievable."

"I didn't attack you, you wanted it."

"Yes, because me pleading with you to stop really says I want it." He scoffs at the comment. "Now get out or I will kill you."

"No you won't, you know the punishment for killing another of our kind, especially an elder."

"I care no longer, just as long as you are far away from me. Leave, you bastard!"

"Fine, I will leave but just know I will meet with you again, Princess."

She watched him walk towards the door and only when she was certain he was gone, did she drop the make-shift stake to the ground and collapse beside it.

"He tried to force you…into bed wi…with him?" Serena asked when Blair had finished telling the story.

"Yes. Do not tell Eric, if you see him, he does not know of this."

"B, we are sisters, I would never tell even one of your secrets. I do, however need to ask Carter if this is truly what happened."

"What?"

"I just would like to hear from his lips if this is the truth."

"We had been friends since we were three and you do not trust that I would be truthful about the man who killed me trying to force me into having sexual relations with him."

"It's not that, Blair I ju-"

"Get out of my sight."

"What?"

"Get out and stay away from me, I never wish to see you again."

"Bla-"

"Do not talk to me."

Serena's face was crestfallen and she looked on the verge of tears.

"Leave!" Blair shouted at her just as a very shocked looking Chuck and Eric stepped out of the elevator.

Serena ran from the penthouse and Blair moved to the stairs, ignoring Eric's calling of her name.

She sat on her bed, staring blankly at the wall in front of her. She heard footsteps approaching and prepared herself for one of Eric's speeches, but when the door opened Eric did not come in.

"Chuck?"

A/N: Okay so I'm a tiny bit mean for leaving it there, but I promise to try like a million times harder to get this out in a timely fashion.

I know there wasn't a kiss in this chapter as it was mostly devoted to S/B and Jackass Carter (You aren't too mad about that right). So maybe next chapter since they're alone in her room.

I am making it so easy to hate Carter aren't I?

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