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Dancing With Death

Chapter 7

"Anything to add, Blair?" Chuck looked at her with a smug smile as he finished up the story.

Blair gaped at him, "no I think you covered everything." The woman sensed that she wasn't needed anymore and hurriedly left after mumbling something about getting a drink.

"So how did you like my little story?" Chuck never took his eyes off hers.

Blair bit her lip. "It was...elaborate. Very detailed. So detailed that it's kind of creepy," she admitted, not knowing why the story he had just told seemed so familiar.

Chuck smirked at her. She was obviously baffled by his story and why it seemed so real to her. Of course it was familiar - he had just narrated the events of her forgotten high-school life. Chuck had started off with her boyfriend cheating on her with her best friend. After she broke up with her boyfriend, Blair lost her virginty to her ex-boyfriend's best friend who happened to be Chuck. Of course, he had left out the part where he abandoned Blair while she was en route to Tuscany.

"So why did you really come over here?" he took another swig of his scotch. "I know it's not just because you wanted to hear a good story."

"I was just..." Blair started.

"Jealous?" Chuck smirked at her knowing the real reason she had come here. She had seen him talking to Delaney, a gorgeous blonde bimbo.

Blair rolled her eyes, "no! I was just checking on you...we are partners after all."

"Yes we are..." Chuck swirled his scotch around. "Man, this party is boring."

Suddenly, the entire room erupted in whispers of "oh my god!" and "who is she?"

Blair looked around to see who was stirring up the crowd. A willowy blonde woman was standing on the bar top, towering over everybody in her five-inch Manolo slingbacks. Blair craned her neck to see who it was but the woman had her back facing them.

Her hands were placed firmly on her hips and she sounded tipsy as she shouted, "oh god! This is one of the most boring parties ever! Can I get some music?"

Out of nowhere someone shouted, "okay, baby!" and a seductive beat began to fill the room.

The woman on the bar swayed her hips to the beats, mesmerising all the males in the room. Except for Chuck Bass. He was staring at Blair who was blinking in a confused manner, her brow furrowed as though she couldn't decide which Michael Kors dress to buy.

"Blair," he put a hand on her shoulder, suddenly realising why she was in shock. The song that was playing was none other than the song that had been playing at Victrola that night she had danced for him on-stage. God, how could he forget that song?

No doubt she was having flashbacks or something. "Blair, are you...okay?" he examined her closely. Her eyes seemed glassy and she was blinking repeatedly as though she had seen something she didn't want to see.

"That song..." she managed to muster in a strangled whisper. "It seems so...significant." She had to keep blinking to block out the flashbacks she was having.

Blair really did not want to remember anything about her past. It would only hinder her in her career as an assassin. Assassins had to be cold, heartless. She had always known why she was so successful. She didn't have memories to hold her back. And she intended to keep it that way. Blair shook her head, hoping that the visions would go away.

She saw a teenage version of herself sitting with a boy of about the same age at a strip club.

"You know...I got moves."

"Really? Then why don't you get up there?"

The teenage Blair laughed, "I'm just saying, I have moves."

"C'mon, you're ten times hotter than any of those girls."

"I know what you're doing, Bass." She paused, "you really don't think I'd go up there."

Chuck shook his head smugly, "I know you won't do it."

"Guard my drink," Blair said to a smirking Chuck Bass as she headed for the stage.

Blair snapped back to reality. She was lying on the sofa now. The song had ended an another one was playing. Chuck was beside here looking concerned. Blair sat up and glared at him accusingly. "You! You knew all about my past and didn't say ANYTHING!"

Chuck looked like a child being accused stealing from the cookie jar, "Blair, I..." He couldn't complete the sentence and looked away. "Do you remember everything?" he asked quietly.

Blair nodded. "I lost my virginity to you. The story you told that woman was true wasn't it? It all actually happened!"

Chuck nodded. So she didn't remember the part where bailed on their plans to go to Europe.

"Hey, excuse me, I heard someone fainted. Is she okay?" they heard a female voice behind them.

Blair and Chuck turned around simultaneously and saw the beautiful blonde who had been dancing on the bar.

"Serena?!" they said in perfect unison.

"Blair and...Chuck?" Serena gasped at them, sounding equally incredulous. "Why are you guys here...? Oh my god, no way!" Serena looked at Blair, "you remember me?"

Blair stared at her supposed best friend. "I kind of do..." She managed a smile.

Serena eyed Chuck suspiciously, "you guys are BOTh assassins?"

"Why so surprised, sis?" Chuck smirked.

"Sis?" Blair narrowed her eyes.

Chuck bit his tongue. Oh. Shit.

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