My Spiel: I'm REALLY very sorry about taking so long to update. Between my computer being terrible as always and my mental road block it's been impossible to write this. Blair's voice and the overall old English style of the story is really hard to both capture and maintain and if it's waning here I apologize. The next chapter will be up sooner and definitely be better.

Inspired By: Be the One by The Ting Tings

"La Push tonight, Blaire, are you in," that particularly pesky voice purred, inches from Blair's ear. Blair, who had been merrily, switching her books out at her locker for biology spun around to find the sunny haired mike grinning widely. His inflated stance reminded her of an ape puffing his chest out to attract a mate.

Now our heroin's mind was far too occupied with gleeful thoughts of rubbing her new information in her dour lab partner's face. She was so lost in her thoughts that the few words from Mike that had trickled into her mind caused an instant uproar, as she did not know the meaning of LaPush. Instead, what she heard was some brazen come-on. She turned to him, thoroughly scandalized and ready to back hand him if need be when she caught that familiar lopsided grin standing several paces behind Mike. Edward, who had no intention of going to biology, had suddenly saw need to stop at his own locker, which was steps from hers, and riffle through it intently.

"LaPush…you know…the beach," Newton clarified nervously when he caught the affronted look in her eye. "We're going there to catch a few waves and maybe a bon fire and some beer after," he added in a rushed tone that told her his statement had been well rehearsed.

Unfortunately for the resident mind reader in the building, Blair didn't put much thought to her next course of action. Not because the action was not well thought out, but because the act of making someone jealous was second nature to her. When the situation arose, she could turn to vixen in her on and off at the drop of a hat if it was to her advantage. And so she improvised.

Blair returned her attention to Mike with a smile that instantly confused as much as it disarmed. She leaned her back against the lockers fully, a definite physical invite. Mike, not knowing the cause of this shift in her, saw it as an opportunity to go in for the kill and took a daring step closer to her, breaking the Blair- space barrier. "Hm… the beach? I don't know- I think my swimwear's a bit too revealing for this weather…" The statement was made with a musing flirtatious tone, her eyes coyly drifting from his eyes to the buttons on his shirt, forcing his to chase them.

Oh man. Jackpot. Ca-Ching! Mike's heart rate definitely broke the chart and so did the phantom heart of Edward. He had given up all pretense of perusing his locker completely and was outright scowling at them. His glare barreled down at them disbelievingly. He suspected she was trying to make him jealous. Why? Because apparently making his life a living hell was a favorite pastime of everyone lately.

When Mike recovered his speaking facilities he regained his cocky smirk and replied, "Well I volunteer to warm you up if you get too cold." Pun intended.

By then Edward who, apart from the two, was the only one left in the hallway, slammed his locker shut and growled. Mike however was too far gone to notice, and Blair pretended he didn't exist. By this time Edward knew good and well what she was up to and it irked him to no end. He was gravely battling the part of him that wanted to crouch down and attack the boy. Good, you make me jealous. Happy now!? Now stop flirting with the Newton boy- and you Newton take three steps back.

But he did not take three steps back. Quite the opposite, he inched dangerously close to Edward's Blair. So close that Edward was compelled to stomp humanly loud over to their little tryst and fold his arms impatiently, shooting Mike Newton a venomous glare.

Laughably enough, Edward reminded Blair of an over zealous hall monitor, patrolling and interrupting teenage dalliances.

"Oh hi, Edward. I didn't see you there." The brunette was a little too proud of herself for Edward's taste and so he responded with barely grunting 'hello' before turning his attentions on Mike whose extremely base mind could quite literally be the death of him.

Jesus Christ, Cullen! Cock-block much? The blond boy had every right to be agitated at Edward butwas a little more covert about his hatred for him than the vampire was. Instead of growling and returning his, 'I'm going to tear you to shreds' look, Mike decided to show Blair how much more civil he could be by taking the higher road. "Oh hey man- I was just inviting Blair to a party at LaPush. You can…um… role through if you want." Hell no you can't.

The glaring boys towered over Blair, who was standing between them looking picturesquely innocent. Her dark honey hair was done in an intricate French braid, suspended against her scalp in pins with dark blades of stray hairs falling out neither coyly or intended around her temples and nape. She appeared to be, even to Edward's eyes, a paradigm of female virtue. How deceptive her exterior was. Edward knew what her appeal was to him; more than her blood it was her very aura, her walking contradictions, her mind, her wit, and her depth. But he knew that Mike could never appreciate Blair. To his uncultivated eyes Blair was just an extremely pretty girl with layers to be shed. She was neither, 'hot' nor 'sexy'. Her beauty wasn't sensual. It was classic, timeless, and elegant. Edward didn't need her to be all dolled up and dancing in a shift to see how utterly stunning she was.

Never taking his eyes off Blair he responded, "Thank you Mike, but I'll be out of town for the weekend."

"Oh really, where to?" Blair inquired, genuinely more interest in hearing about his trip than listening to Mike clearly try to weasel her out of her skirt.

"Just a hiking trip with my family." he shrugged out and Mike audibly sighed at the shift of focus. Then Edward returned his attention to Mike, looking him straight in the eye as if they were close friends and saying, "I'll see you in class, Mike," in a cool and even voice.

If Blair wasn't so shocked at his audacity, she would have laughed. There he was intruding on her conversation and then dismissing the boy as if Mike hadn't been speaking to her. There was a slight arrogance and sense of entitlement about Edward and Blair liked it.

She turned to the astonished blond and smiled. "Yes, I'll see you in class, Mike."

Mike had officially been booted out of his own conversation. But, being Mike, he made a show of acting as though he was going willingly. "Yeah, we'll talk more later, Blair." He gave a cocky little shrug and went off to class.

Edward watched after Mike until he disappeared into the classroom. He then turned to Blair to find that she had crossed her arms and was giving him her, 'no nonsense' smirk.

Oh lord. Not this again…

"Admit it. You like me, don't you." She used the word like as it were a great crime thought for Edward it was.

Too agitated, hungry, and Blair-weary to deal with that again, he turned on his heels and started walking towards the school exit.

"Where are you going?" she asked a bit hysterically. Her eyes glanced back at the classroom door then to his moving back.

"Out. Don't follow me," he answered abruptly as he strode down the hallway, brushing her off.

Now there were two options for our heroin; One: entering that biology room and keeping her perfect student record in tact as well as her ego and two; swallowing her already brandished pride and following after him like the little love-struck puppy-dog she was.

To hell with it. She gathered her courage just in time too see the exit doors swing shut Edward's wake.

By the time she caught up with him he had already reached his Volvo. Key, in hand, he paused at the approaching sound of her heartbeat and spun around gracefully to stare down at the intruding socialite, her expression uncharacteristically vulnerable. Upon seeing her rare openness, he adjusted his annoyed scowl to a slightly less feral frown and arched one brow as if the say, "Yes?"

"So," her perky voice chirped, her dark eyes examining the car behind him. "Where are we going?"

"We," he stated forcefully, "are not going anywhere. You're going to class Blair."

At that, Blair was completely affronted. What cheek! What Insolence! She wondered how he could dare speak to her like that; first acting like a jealous boyfriend in the hallway and then telling her to run along like some little pet. She refused to be so rudely dismissed. She neared him and he stared down at her from the bridge of his nose, his dark eyes narrowed in agitation. But Blair was not easily intimidated or swayed once she set out for something. She arched one brow expectantly when he didn't answer her. "You, know Edward, you're entire, 'sullen forlorn' act is getting awfully old." She pursed her lips.

"Not at all like your viscous ice queen act. I'm sure that never tires anyone…" he mumbled snidely. He didn't mean to snap at her but she had a way of eating away at his façade of civility and upsetting his very inner soul. And of course it didn't help that she smelled utterly heavenly. He wanted to push her away for her own safely but no; she had to come following him out to an empty parking lot with zero witnesses. And now he had to listen to her gripe like the little impetuous child she was while struggling to maintain some semblance of humanity. He knew instantly as he said this that he would regret it later but at the moment she was making war with him and it set him in the mood for calling her out.

Blair gasped dramatically as if she had been slapped. "Why you Insolent, brooding, bastard-"

"Spoilt, selfish, neurotic little-," he countered heatedly only to be cut off by her overlapping insults.

"Pigheaded, snarky-"

"Annoying, conniving, brat."

The vampire and the socialite glared each other down. Never, in his century on earth had a human brought this side out of him. The infuriating girl annoyed him endlessness. The scent of her heated blood combined with her insolence brought the monster out of him. He was usually so contained and stoic but now he was thoroughly irritated and he didn't mind giving the little brat a piece of his mind. God, she frustrated him so he could just…

Kiss her? Kill her? Anything?

Shut up, you.

"You know what your problem is, Edward Cullen?" she growled, feeling every bit as frustrated as the surely vampire.

"Enlighten me," he grumbled apathetically.

"You don't know what you want," Blair huffed with conviction. How observant she was. Bristling at the truth in her statement, he pursed his lips stubbornly. I mean, you like me- you don't like me. You save me- you ignore me.

Edward bit back a low growl. "And you know what your problem is Blair? You think everyone is either jealous of you or in love with you," he shouted. His menacing yet gorgeous face just inches from hers. Both of them were heaving heatedly.

His statement took it's time in affecting Blair and when it did she stilled and tried to cool her breathing. "You know what? I don't have to take this. I'm leaving," she announced as she stuck her nose to the air haughtily.

"Good." He barked and a long stare-down of silence ensued.

And that's how Edward found himself resentfully sitting next to Blair in the vacant student lot within the stifling confines of his car. Blair, who was absentmindedly perusing his iPod's song list, was completely unaware that she was affecting him in the worst way. Even with the air, streaming loudly from the vents, her close proximity trampled his senses with Manolo heels. In the distance of his biology room, children were pricking their fingers, tiny swells of blood seeping from their miniscule cuts. That combined with the nearness of his one true blood was enough to gnaw at his senses; venom was pooling in his mouth- making him painfully aware of how long it was since he'd last fed.

For Blair the silence provided no less torture. The silence in the car was like its very own entity- so viscous in density she could almost touch it. There were so many things she'd wanted to confront him on but all$ her brazenness was left near her locker. And now, that she had him right in her grasp she felt his very presence overwhelming her. And so she was silent.

As her eyes idly scrolled through his vast archive of songs, she was surprised to find he shared her eclectic taste in music. "You like Clair de Lune?" Her astonished voice finally ended the barraging quiet. "Debussy's my favorite," she continued in a low surprised voice.

He nodded. He was not surprised by their shared music taste. She was an old soul and it was one of the things kept him so drawn to her. The way she spoke, her air, everything about her was so untraceable. She often reminded him of home; i.e. Chicago at the turn of the century… Oh now she was blushing. Beautiful and yet so painful at the same time. He wondered if it would be too conspicuous if he let the windows down an inch.

Oh no. It took him a moment to come back to his human senses and realize what had caused her blush. His playlist- or better yet her playlist was scrolling through her mind. Ah Christ. She had her own playlist in his ipod. To be fair, pretty much everyone he knew did. Edward had an extensive archive of songs and plenty of time on his hands. Subsequently, he often organized his songs into various playlist based on what or whom each song reminded him off. But he was well aware that that wasn't the conclusion she drew when she saw, "Blair's Mix" littered with songs like, You're Beautiful and Falling Slowly. He sighed, irritated, waiting for her response. He really had little fight left. He was hungry, weary, and particularly irritable and in no mood for the socialite and her vanity.

"You think I'm beautiful," she mused aloud, referring to the playlist. She turned her eyes to him expectantly, suppressing a beaming grin.

"Yeah well…" he grumbled in concession and looked out of his window.

The little clicking sound of her scrolling continued. "And a bitch, apparently." She chuckled as she spied another familiar song. Her dimples were deepening.

"Well, if the trident fits…" he retorted without meeting her gaze. As much as she tried to affect the proper look of being affronted, she couldn't. In fact she found his insight highly amusing. Indeed she was a bitch. She was- he knew it. They both knew it.

"Hmm…touché," she mused sinisterly. She spied the delightfully crooked corner of his mouth curl upwards from his perfect profile. It seemed her lovely hero and lab partner liked her a great deal more than he was letting on. And she was incredibly flattered, of course. Whatever thoughts she had of making his life a living hell were gone out the window, lost to the wind. She wanted him-no games. She felt it then, that absolute surety, that niche, that rightness. The brooding wry infuriating boy had a hold on her somehow. And he had better come peacefully this time because her time in bourgeois hell was short and what she wanted she always got.

Edward was thoroughly agitated; by her thoughts, her smell, and her feelings for him. Well, everything about Blair irritated the daylight out of him. Which is why he couldn't understand why he wanted her million times more than she could every think she wanted him. Everything about her drew him in; her sly eyes, her wicked mind, even that infectious dimpled smirk. He wasn't even sure if he could stay away from her any longer.

And he knew now that he wanted her too. In another time and place he would have had her- no games. In another time, she would have been just the kind of girl he knew better than to involve himself with and yet felt drawn to as he did now. In another place he would have pursued and fought for her the way she deserved; would have fought to fight with her, to silence those ever insolent lips with his own.

He was fully aware that she was beaming at him expectantly in his peripheral.

"So," she began, changing course yet again. "You never answered my question, Mr. Cullen." That cheeky smile was playing on her lips again, making it difficult to keep his stoic façade.

"You didn't ask me a question, Blair. You gave a statement, one that doesn't require my response as you're most likely to think what you want." He muttered flatly. He knew it was harsh; apart of him instantly regretted the way it came out but another really wanted to the answer to that question. Why was she so special to him and why couldn't he just leave her alone?

She let out a sound that was a mixture of growling and sighing and threw her hands up in exasperated defeat. "So I take it that that's just Edward-speak for, 'Blair I'm delighted by you, besotted, and jealous of anyone who comes within eye striking distance of your superior beauty and fine taste'," she surmised drolly.

Pretty much. He only shrugged. He wasn't going to fight; not with her or for her. He wasn't going to be the man she deserved. She felt it too, and it stung her more deeply than his feigned indifference these weeks ever could. Why, because she was tired of fighting. Tired of crying and tried of chasing. The vampire became aware that whatever had occurred just then was no longer only between him and her. He became someone he'd never met but if he had would have been programmed to hate. With one blasé little gesture he became Nathaniel Archibald.

He saw it in her mind but he couldn't place him. Damn his insistence on being the only one in town not fully clued to the gossip girl website.

And she was leaving him. Well she would have, but the passenger door would not budge.

Oh, did the little vampire demon in him automatically sneak on the child safety locks the moment she boarded his car?

"Hehehe so sorry" the little impish demon in him snickered unrepentantly.

"Blair…I'm sorry if I'm being a jerk it's just…"

"I'm done," she simply said and folded her arms impassively, giving him no other choice but to get out open the door for her. Immediately upon being released from the car, she began storming across the lot towards her disaster on wheels, fully intent on calling it a day and perhaps never speaking to Edward Cullen again.

Edward watched after her in turmoil and conflict. Finally, she was giving him what he wanted and relinquishing her romantic notions of the two of them. Finally she was going to keep her distance from the dangerous vampire. And yet…

"Blair, wait!" he called after her and closed the distance between them in just a few long strides.

"Look, I get it," she said warily as she reached her truck and turned to face him. "You obviously have that whole, 'tortured soul' aura about you. You're adopted- probably from some tragically checkered past and a chip the size of the hope diamond on your shoulder. And now you're trying to push everyone away from you," she surmised.

Edward could only stand there, stunned at her comment. There was so much about that statement that hit home with him. She wasn't that far off base.

"Well congratulations Edward Cullen, you've succeeded. You've pushed…I'll stay away." She turned to open the door briskly before his hand reached out at stopped it with too much speed for her human eyes to register. She simply saw it halt mid swing and his hand appear from nowhere to be holding it. Had she not already been made well aware of his enhanced speed and strength she would have been astonished. Now she was just peeved. She crossly whipped around to face him only to find his beautiful face twisted in conflict and contrition.

"Blair…wait…" Her wary eyes softened as they gazed up at him. His presence was making her feel high and unbalanced again. She wondered when he got so close to her; he was standing within inches, his worldly smell intoxication her. He saw her search his eyes, pleadingly. Her dark eyes were left temporarily unguarded, revealing all the hopefulness written there as she stared up at him. She wanted him to be better than he was- to do what men do and make the move. He wanted her to fight.

"I'm sorry if it seems as if I'm being short with you it's just… look…" he let out a heavy sigh and tried to start anew.

"Look Blair why don't we just start over," he suggested and she whole heartedly agreed. He smiled a little then at her. Perhaps it was her unguarded smile that drove him to make the next move. "Hi, I'm Edward Cullen. I'm delighted, besotted and what was that last one?" he prompted, that lopsided smile ghosting against him mouth.

Her smile was beautiful because it was absolutely without art. It was pure and trusting and guileless. He couldn't help but to wonder if anyone else had made her smile like that. Instantly she unfolded before him like the loveliest of flowers. "Jealous of anyone who comes within eye striking distance of my superior beauty and fine taste," she finished for him slowly, eyes probing his.

"Oh yes," he smiled. "That too."

She exhaled a small laugh, a relieved sounding laugh.

"Well Edward Cu-…" she paused on cocked her head to one side. "What is your last name?" she asked suddenly and a part of him went into panic, thinking that she knew his secret. He quickly snapped out of it when he realized where she was getting at,

"Masen," he uttered quietly. The name felt alien to his lips.

She wanted to ask him about it but decided that it would be too presumptuous. That, from the girl who'd basically cornered him and gotten herself into his car.

"They died when I was young," he supplied for her. Keeping closer to the truth was always easier for him. She nodded and caught his eyes with a rare unguarded expression.

"I'm sorry," she said and there was another drawn out silence. She really was sorry. As much as she hated her parents sometimes at least they were alive albeit absent. So much of him made sense to her now knowing that.

"Don't be," he sighed out. "It was a long time ago."

"Well, Edward Masen- I'm Blair Waldorf and I'd like to formally thank you for saving my life. You may repeat the gesture anytime if you like." Again, her deceptively innocent face held that infectious grin. He had to return that smile; it had been so very long since he'd heard his own name. It sounded like some forgotten language and yet so perfect coming from her mouth.

"You're welcome," still smiling; he inclined his head towards her in a gentlemanly gesture. "Just try not to make attracting danger a habit."

"I attract danger?" she quirked her brow.

The van incident, himself, Chuck, her blasted death trap of a truck; yes, she was definitely a danger magnet. Not that he was keeping track or anything… He nodded. "You attracted me," he sighed- almost dejectedly. How strange it was to say these things out loud.

She smiled secretly at his confession then said, "Edward, stop trying to make yourself any more mysteriously handsome- I already admitted that I'm attracted to you weeks ago and you'll be getting no more declarations from me until you take me out for a proper date- preferably when get back from your trip." She said all of this in her musing voice accompanied by that dimpled sly grin of hers. It was so infectious that he couldn't help but to smile back, although in bemused disapproval.

He shook his head and chuckled, "Blair get over yourself and get in your car." He didn't mean that of course.

She bristled externally but giggled inside. She was about to say something biting back when she noted the extreme darkness of his irises and changed course. "May I ask you something?"

"No." he countered flatly and for good reason.

Nevertheless she proceeded with her question. "Are incredible speed, strength, and extreme surliness your only powers or do they include vacillating eye color?"

Edward was taken aback. He cocked his head, unsure of how to answer that. It was difficult to tell if she was joking, even with her thoughts clearly splayed, he could barely tell with her. From her thoughts he guessed that she was largely joking. Her subconscious thoughts weren't joking however. It kept trying to force the blaring fact to the surface. Exibit A; her little vampire comment at lunch. This made him very wary of how to proceed.

He looked at her for a long moment before replying, "Blair, I don't know what you mean by extreme surliness. I think I've been pretty welcoming."

At that the socialite huffed and rolled her eyes, her rapid mind changing course. In the back of his mind he knew that he was playing with fire. This familiarity with her had to end. The girl was clearly too smart for her own good and he was too famished to keep his nature hidden. He was hungry; his irises were now pitch black and alone in the parking lot she was in more danger than ever. He was now really looking forward to the weekends' hunt with his family even though it pained him to leave Blair and a danger magnet ways alone where something could easily happen to her. Nevertheless, whatever was forming between them had to end now or end badly in the future. He rebuked himself for getting so close to her. And yet, he didn't have the strength to end what he had already put in motion. But he would make one last, although half hearted, effort for her own safety.

"Blair," he was raking his hand nervously through his tousled hair as he spoke, "you don't know me. We have absolutely nothing in common," he forewarned.

By the by, Edward sure was competing with Mr. Bass for first place in wooing skills.

Blair made a show of considering his statement for a second then beamed up at him anew. "Nothing in common eh..."

Edward found the corners of his lips curling upwards. Her thoughts were doing that delightful thing where they echo her words in tandem.

"Do you like Breakfast at Tiffany's?" she asked attentively peeking up at him with those Bette Davis eyes of hers. It took Edward a bit more than a second to realize that she was referring to a film and nodded tentatively.

"I think I recall enjoying it," he shrugged, confusedly. Yes, back in the 1960s when it first premiered. But those are just minor details. Her thoughts were still tailgating her lips, leaving him vastly in the dark.

"Well then Edward that's the one thing we've got,' she stated matter-of-factly, infectious grin intact.

He gave a mixture of a huff and a half chuckle at her overall silliness. He realized where she was going halfway through her sentence. Oh and just when he thought he had her all figured out she had to go and reveal the side of herself that was a silly sentimental as well as a hopeless romantic. The lopsided corner of his mouth quirked on its own volition as he looked down at the baffling brunette in a mixture of wonder and amused disapproval.

For a moment he just shook his head until he found himself entrapped by her spell yet again. Ah Christ. To hell with it. "You like old movies?" he asked as the socialite made no attempt to get into her vehicle. They were both enjoying the fine art of dallying.

She nodded and smiled wistfully. "I love them. Modern movies are just so…" she made a dismissing waiving gesture with her hand accompanied a look of ire and dissatisfaction.

"Hmm." He had to agree with her on that. "I think it's actually the twenty minute fanfare opening credits that I miss the most," he quipped and she chuckled in response.

Neither of them caught his slip.

"I know," she breathed, still chuckling. "There are so long and over the top and yet I find myself feeling bereft any time I watch a new movie and it just starts after three credits."

Edward could surely empathize with that complaint and nodded in amused agreement.

They talked for while longer as the final hour of school winded down. Their conversation was nothing deep; just two people testing the waters and inching into the shallow end. Blair found her perception of him to be quite accurate. He did indeed have a very wry dour sort of humor to him and stoicism about him rarely found in her contemporaries. It made him seem older somehow and timeless. There was so much depth and strangeness about him that it was no wonder that she'd been enthralled from day one. And her soul already felt tied to him. She'd felt that aching pull towards him the first day they'd met and it had neither weighed nor strengthened. And he did indeed have a dangerous aura about him that she could see he was trying very hard to suppress. A danger she couldn't grasp. A danger that pulled her in, like heroin; utterly alluring and addictive.

The hour came to an end with the blaring school bells and it was time for Blair and Edward to part. He re-opened the door for her but she dallied a bit, biting her lips nervously. "Have fun this weekend…with your family," she said cheerfully with a smile that did not reach her dark eyes.

Her thoughts were not echoing her words. Instead they sounded more like, "I really don't want you to go."

He really didn't want to go. There were no words to describe how anxious being away from her made him.

"Have fun on your date tonight," he quipped, giving a disingenuous smile that also didn't reach his eyes. Inside he was saying, "What if something happens to her when I'm not in town?"

"Oh that," she waived a dismissing hand. "I'll cancel it on account of your burning jealousy for me." She smirked knowingly.

"How compassionate of you." His tone was wry and deadpanned.

When it was clear that the entire student body was staring at them in the lot she boarded her car looking bereft. "We'll talk Monday, Blair. Be safe." He bid her adieu as he closed the door for her.

Her brow shot up in surprise. Did Edward Masen just say he'd talk to her next week instead of acting as though she doesn't exist? Change had come to America indeed!

"Okay," she agreed, now anxious to get on the phone and break the monumental news to Serena. "I'll see you then."

With that he pushed off from her door and stalked away towards his family, hands in pockets.

"What was that!" Rosalie demanded before he could even push the clicker to unlock the car.

"Can someone tell Judas over here that I am not speaking to her," Edward mumbled, motioning to the statuesque blonde as he boarded the car. Rosalie only rolled her eyes and climbed in next to him, mumbling on about her brother's theatrical nature.

In that back, between Emmett and Jasper, Alice was literally bouncing in her seat. Not needing a seatbelt, she half perched herself in-between Edward and Rosalie so that she could effectively pester her brother for the duration of the ride home.

"So… Yes!? I saw it earlier! You did didn't you!?" She was making inhuman squeals into poor Edward's ear before Jasper took pity on his brother, reached out in front of him, yanked the little sprite backwards and set her firmly in his lap.

"So… did you get her digits?" Emmett's delightfully booming voice inquired.

Oh yes, that. He'd forgotten that part. To be fair this was all completely new to him and he wasn't even sure if he what he was doing yet. He's completely forgotten about that wondrous little device of technology that allowed people to keep in touch with each other. Of course, Edward didn't exactly need a phone to reach her. He shook his head.

Emmett sighed. "No game…"

"What the hell, Edward. I though you wanted kill that girl. Not you're what? Courting her?" Jasper asked in his southern drawl.

Edward looked sheepishly out of the window. To be honest, he really had no clue what his intensions were with Blair Waldorf. And he could not underestimate the small part of him that wanted very much to still kill her and was biding its time until he got her all alone and secluded to rear its head. He didn't know how to answer that question. It seemed as if he was courting her. Perhaps he was. He wasn't sure. Maybe luring her. He just knew he couldn't stay away from her any more.

AN:

Thanks so much for waiting and for those who kept giving me positive nudges (threats, haha) to keep writing. We all need that sometimes. I took my time and now I'm ready to dive back in. But please, show me some feedback.

AN2: want to know whats on Edward's playlist? Link to 'Blair's Mix' is on my profile.

P.S.

On vampirism: because Blair really has so much going on with her past and everything I don't think she's constantly thinking about Edward's abilities. Here, I have it in the back of her mind that something's off about him. But she's more self absorbed than Bella and so she doesn't just dwell on it. Blair will find out… differently. And of course we all can't wait for her reaction. This is my version of BLOOD TYPE by the way.