Explanation in footnote. Sorry guys.

AN: Edward is a bit Darkward in this fic but keep in mind that a. Blair is his singer thus tortures him, b. She's annoying (and we love her for it) c. I like my Edward dark. ( the only thing I love more than Darkward is Smugward)

Inspired By: And on the playlist, of course.

Don't Make Me a Target- Spoon

Blood Bank- Bon Iver

Die Alone- Ingrid Michelson * Really great song btw. Check it out on my playlist. (Link on my profile)

Monday:

Blair's eyes fluttered open. In the distance she heard the gentle rumble of tires moving along the road. She was in a car of some sort but it was too quiet to be her own. Instantly she sat up, realizing that her head had been leaning back against something hard. She turned around to see that it was a metal cage. Naked panic ensued.

"Oh look who just woke up." She heard a familiar voice. That's when her peripheral vision returned and she saw that she was riding in the passenger seat of a police cruiser with Charlie.

What had happened?

Oh…

Instantly the leery memory drizzled over her. Blair remembered parking- horribly- her most crooked parking job yet and it had much to do with the pair of golden eyes looming over her nerves from across the parking lot. She had sat with her car running for what must have been hours as the students trickled in- some lingering in the lot with their friends some passing. But of all, she was aware that five deadly creatures were standing outside of Edward's Volvo, burning holes into the back of her vehicle with their leery eyes.

She remembered stumbling out of her car on shaky legs with the discombobulation of someone truly drunk on caffeine, an absence of sleep, and slight madness, slamming the door and dropping her keys in the puddle her feet and her entire mass of metal were residing in, thinking she had bend down to pick it up before feeling the moist metal drop into her hands before finishing the thought. With great trepidation, the sleep deprived socialite eyed the boots that suddenly joined her truck and feet in the massive puddle. Hey eyes had staggered upwards reluctantly from his fitted jeans to his denim jacket and finally to his ever beautiful face. She gasped and felt the weight of her purse disappear. He'd made a quick gesture to catch it and that's when she heard herself whisper, "I'll scream." Immediately she felt the sting of murky water splashing against her bare legs as the weight of her bag joined the party in the puddle.

She remembered fidgeting with her hands and chewing her lips nervously, her eyes darting around to all the surrounding students, everywhere but him when she heard his usually soft voice urgently command, "Blair, look at me." She acquiesced to his request but only because she was so startled by his haunting voice to protest and immediately she was locked in fear's grip.

One could hardly blame the socialite for her next response. Blair Waldorf was the sort of girl that hated horror movies. Although, quite wise to the world for her age she had never had to deal with real danger. Raised in the crème de la crème of one of the busiest cities on earth, she was naturally sheltered from all crime, all poverty, filth, and hazard. She'd never seen a pickpocket, a gun, or even a friendly neighborhood pedophile. For God's sake, when she was little she cried for weeks after watching the Nightmare Before Christmas.

Thus when she looked into Edward's eyes and saw them swirling into blackness every nerve on her body became live wire. Towering over her, he looked surprised but not at all confused by her responses. It seemed to Blair as if he were somehow streaming her thoughts in real time. Every thought of hers brought on a new facial expression from him to match.

"Blair, I'm not going to hurt you," he'd said- cautiously as if edging around a bomb strapped terrorist- and naturally she disregarded every word. After all, if you have to tell someone you're not going to hurt them it means you're probably going to do just that. "Just calm down and act natural until everyone goes inside and then I'll explain everything."

That would have worked out swimmingly. Perhaps they could have both stalked off into the forest adjacent to the school and talked it all over like civil young adults. However, Blair was a terrified young woman who valued her life dearly. Hence, being alone with Edward whatever his last name really was, seemed like the beginning of an ending for her. She would have gladly articulated that logic to him if her dread-filled emotions weren't outflanking her, boxing her in with madness. A million thoughts streamed through her head. Why had she not seen the clues all along- that he was only luring her- trying to be nice to her to get her alone? Why hadn't she called Serena about this? Why on earth didn't she just stay home sick?

He was reacting to every thought with an answering expression and it filled her with even more trepidation. Her breath was coming in shallowly. She knew what was happening to her but felt powerless to stop it: the overpowering thoughts, the flood of emotions, and the hyperventilation. She was in the midst of having another complete breakdown slash panic attack.

"Blair, don't do it," he'd warned with fear lacing his own dark voice but it couldn't be stopped. Edward made the mistake of making a sudden move towards her and she screamed a piercing scream so loud everyone in the lot and probably some in the hall turned to their direction.

When she was done screaming bloody murder and had commanded the attention of everyone within a mile radius she pointed on accusing finger at a very resigned looking Edward and shouted, "Don't come anywhere near me. You- you…vampire!" The loud accusation was followed in true theatre fashion when Blair felt the corners of her vision eat away like burning film into darkness and her knees give out. She then fainted, collapsing into the arms of Edward who was sighing obscenities under his breath.

XoXo

"Blair I already had to leave work to come get you from school today. Now I need to get back to work," Charlie was saying as they neared his house. "Honestly, Blair maybe you need to lay down and get some sleep or somethin'"

"But Uncle-" she began to protest for the umpteenth time only to be silenced with a simple quelling hand. Damn his mustachioed stoicism. By this point she fully resembled a petulant child; pout, crossed arms, and all.

"Blair I didn't wanna have to tell you this but there's big things going on at the station and I need to be there to do my job," his gruff voice grounded out. "Someone got attacked… we found their body down by the warehouse. It looks like he got mauled by an animal or something but we're still not sure…"

"An animal?" Blair interrupted- her voice suddenly sounding calm and interested. The all too keen chief Swan noticed her sudden overcoming of distress and raised an eyebrow. Blair responded by resuming her pout and slumping her shoulders. Really, could he fault her for her tenacity? "I mean… how do you know?" Blair remembered to wilt her voice this time.

"We're not sure," he answered absentmindedly- his mind loosing it's self in his latest case- analyzing as he spoke. "When we found him, he'd lost so much blood we think he might've been bitten and struggled on for a bit. It's like he just bled out…"

Blair's face turned to ashen. Again real, tangible fear gripped her whole being. She was loosing her grip again and struggling to keep it together.

Bled out… or drained?

"Oh…" Charlie seemed to snap back to reality when he saw the traumatized look on Blair's face. He forgot that this was a pampered girl he was dealing with realized that the gritty details were too much for the socialite. If only he had the mind reading ability to realize how hers was going haywire with terror and analyzing.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh Shit. Please don't leave me along with that bloodthirsty murderer on the loose.

"Uncle, please," she pleaded- near tears at this point but Chief Swan was having none of it. It was unfortunate for Blair that her uncle had grown wearily accustomed to her theatrics. In short, he was not taking her seriously at the moment.

"Blair- you're obviously getting' overexcited over nothing. Maybe you need to take a nap or something and wake up fresh," he suggested again, only to be met with dark eyes rolling and a grumble.

X

Spotted: Our little B having another awe-worthy meltdown in public. Seems the caption on this picture is Blair screaming, "Stay away from me you liar!" Hmmm, a lover's tiff or has our queen B truly lost her mind this time? You be the judge. Oh I don't know which I love more.

You know you love me

XoXo

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2PM- NY - 11AM- WA

"Shouldn't you still be in school, B?" Serena screamed into the phone after picking up at the first ring. "Also- what's this I hear about you calling emo-boy a liar? Did he do something to you?"

Finally Serena had answered. She'd spent the entire time at home checking her locks and waiting for school to end in New York so she could call her friend and convince her that her life was in peril.

"What?"

"It's on GG, B. Does any of this ring a bell? You, screaming at Edward in a parking lot and saying, 'Stay away from me, you liar'?"

"What. No. I mean, yeah but that's not what I said," she shouted but then lowered her voice. "Listen to me, S, I know what I'm about to say might sound crazy but-"

Three soft knocks sounded at the door.

"Hold on a sec, S." She craned the phone against her neck and shoulder while padding across the house to the door. Without even hesitating a moment to ask who's there, she unlocked it and swung it open- half expecting it to be a delivery man or adorable gaggle of girl scouts. Adorable- to be sure- but a girl scout Edward Cullen was not.

Blair took one look at the tall looming figure standing at her door. Took him in from his boots upwards to his fists clenched tensely at his sides, up to tousled wayward locks then back down to his face which was set in perhaps the most feral expression she'd ever seen. Her mouth opened but only a thin little scream came out. Instantly her phone clattered to the floor and fell into pieces- the battery and SIM card going their own directions.

XoXo

Edward was boiling with fury: at himself, Blair, everyone. Everyone being his family who he spent the vast majority of the day convincing not to kill her. Jasper needed physical convincing and the two had a rather venomous sparring that ended with them no longer on speaking terms. And over Blair Waldorf- infuriating, ridiculous, god damned drama queen Blair. He would be surprised if she hadn't, by now, talked up a storm: calling every friend, news source, and connection she knew with her hysteria. It would just be peachy if the absurd little brat got the Volturi's attention. And it wouldn't be long at the rate of her theatrics.

And now it fell to him wholly to, "shut her up". Something he had to promise his family he'd do lest they take it in their own hands. And yet something they and he knew well that he was completely inept to undertake.

What if she did start telling everyone? What if people believed her? What could Edward do? If he couldn't reason with her then she would become the Volturi's problem and he did not want that to happen. Realistically, Edward was no Carlisle. If Blair told anyone that believed her, he would kill them without hesitation- anyone. But Blair, he could not touch. What would he do with her? Probably exile her away on some deserted part of the Earth where no one could hear her speak.

Well… that would not do either. Because he would know that she was miserable and he could never live with that. Hmm… Perhaps buy her an island somewhere. He would have to sustain the lavish lifestyle she was accustomed to as the socialite was very demanding. Suddenly the island in his mind had a mansion, and servants. Servant who had to either speak a language Blair had no hope of learning or be deaf mutes.

What the hell? Am I planning an exile or a tropical getaway?! Alas, his inability to sustain enough anger at Blair Waldorf to convey any real threat or punishment infuriated him. Which cycled back to him being angry at himself.

For a girl claiming to be afraid for her life he was surprised she had no qualms over opening the door for a stranger and of course he knew why- because she was too engrossed in spreading his secret to her friend Serena. Thus began his kill tally.

One socialite down. Keep talking Blair; let's see how much you can amass. The monster in him was rubbing his hands together greedily, begging to be let free.

The phone shattered on the floor. He watched her eyes entangle with his own. Her mouth dropped open and a thin scream barely made it past her lips. He knew what he looked like; a monster, but he was almost powerless to change that at this point. As his eyes swept over her disheveled appearance: her wet hair dangling down her shoulder, little drops of water moistening her baggy white t-shirt, right down to her scant cotton shorts and bare feet, his anger only intensified. He allowed her blood to saturate his senses and keep him angry lest he actually lose his will around her. With that, he took three broad steps into the house- made possible by the fact that she backed away from him with every step, and promptly locked the door behind him. "Blair, we need to talk."

11:15AM

Blair furled herself in the armchair directly across from Edward Cullen, clutching the pillow in her hands as if it were a deadly weapon and shooting venom tipped darts his way. Meanwhile he at least, it seemed, had the remorse to avert his eyes while she cut her eyes at him. He was doing what he did when he was nervous or thoughtful of something, Blair observed as she watched him comb his hands through his hair worriedly. Blair let out a resentful huff.

At the moment she was less afraid of his crestfallen appearance than bitter for her brandished bride. He not only forced himself into her house uninvited but proceeded to subdue her thoroughly as she wailed, threw objects at him, made several attempts to reach a phone (he deftly unplugged every phone in the house before she could blink), beat her fists against his iron chest until her hands were sore, until finally he lifted her up as though she were weightless and threw her down into the couch she currently resided, bidding her to stay put or else.

Perhaps it was his resourcefulness that filled her with a false sense of power over the situation. She suddenly felt less frightened and increasingly emboldened. She realized that if she could not outrun him, fight him, or make him leave then the bloodthirsty vampire was going to have to deal with her temper and she seriously doubted that Edward could handle her at her bitchiest.

"So," she began in a low accusatory voice that made Edward suddenly feel as though he were being cross examined. But his anger had sizzled down to benign annoyance at the socialite after their very physical tiff and now he was in the mood to get this over with, even if it did mean humoring her. "Have you come to kill me like you did the man at the warehouse?"

His eyes shot upwards from the floor and met hers in silent aggravation. His voice was even and deliberate but entirely unable to mask his growing exasperation. "Blair, what part of, 'I'm not going to hurt you' don't you understand?"

"Well, vampire, I do believe it's the 'Not' part that stumps me." Blair countered in a voice that mocked civility. She crossed her arms and pouted. Quirking one brow she cheekily added, "Or am I not your type?"

The vampire made no outward response to Blair's little tantrum. He was already beyond peeved with where the conversation was going. Instead of reacting he was taking the time to siphon her thoughts for clues on how she found out his secret. There weren't many- just an underlying memory of her sitting on a beach at LaPush talking to a russet skinned boy. But it was enough for him to put two and two together. After a drawn out silence he answered her in equal mock civility. "Actually Blair, you are my exact type in that respect- more so than others."

It took Blair a considerable amount of time to process what he'd said and by the by she was taking it in very slow strides. "So," she began wobbly, the casual air falling away from her voice. "You don't deny it. You're actually a vampire?" He nodded. "And y-you want t-to drink my blood…?"

Again he nodded but added, "To put it in laymen's terms, if human blood was a drug, yours would be my exact brand of heroin." He was loosing his civil air as well as he a said that. She noted that his nostrils flared a bit at the mention of her blood. Blair was feeling strangely detached about the whole thing. One minute she was terrified, incensed the next, and now she felt as if someone had literally pick pocketed her brain and ran away leaving her speechless.

"Then…why…" she stared across the space between them into his black eyes, mystified and lost, "aren't you taking a hit?"

A trace of his lopsided smile ghosted across his mouth as he exhaled raggedly. "Blair, I'm a vampire not a rabid dog," he quipped at her lost expression. She fully expected him to be latching onto her jugular at any moment. The knowledge of that combined with her calm about the situation was almost laughable. "I said I wouldn't hurt you, remember?"

"Why?"

Edward ran his hands through his mess of bronze curls yet again- deciding to see this honesty bit through. "Because you happened to be residing amongst the rare coven of vampires who, wonderfully enough, don't drink human blood. Lucky you," he answered in his usual wry manor and Blair remembered that she loathed his sarcasm. "My family and I subside on animal blood alone, Blair."

"Oh wonderful, the noble savage, great," she countered every bit as sarcastically as he, pursing her lips in a way that instantly had Edward fighting a grin. While she was smirking and taking jabs on the surface, Blair began to think rationally about what had been said. Edward Cullen was indeed a vampire- inhuman- a predator. Two, a part of him, and she perceived that part to be quite strong, wanted to kill her. Three, he'd basically just told her that he and his family were kid friendly vampires who didn't kill humans. Utterly astounding. Whilst pondering the vast amount of new questions forming in her mind she heard herself slip and ask, "Where are your fangs?"

Edward stifled a chuckle and shook his head. What a way Blair's mood seem to shift rapidly. One minute he was physically arresting her and forcing her to sit still, the next she was angry and now the only pressing question on her mind was weather he had fangs. Honestly, could he expect any less? While he was smiling she was narrowing her eyes at his amusement. She however was not amused. He smiled fully this time and allowed the light to glint across his perfect teeth. "That's just a myth," he chuckled. "My teeth are quite sharp. Any more questions, Blair?" His full smile subdued into a smug grin at her mouth hanging agape.

"How old are you?" Blair asked the actual pressing question on her mind instead of the buffoonery that scrambled out of her mouth earlier.

"Seventeen," he gave the answer so readily that she could not believe it.

"And how long have you been seventeen?" she pressed- fully intrigued.

He let out a rapid breath. "Awhile." From the look of his face it seemed that awhile was actually a great deal of time. Apart of her didn't want to know. The other was curiously intrigued. What kind of life must he have led? What exciting things he'd seen? She was definitely going to have to pick his brain about these things another time. If there was another time. "Any more questions, Blair," he prompted.

"Oh goody, I get more questions," Blair responded sarcastically, a trait that Edward liked best.

"You get three more for now," he answered and at her raised eyebrow then added playfully, "I can't just give away all my secrets, now can I?"

At the words 'for now' that slow infectious grin spread across her dimpled face. "Oh but your secrets are safe with me Edward. After all I really don't have any choice in the matter," she grinned, referring to the way he stopped her from calling for help at every turn. She was flirting now.

"No," he agreed, equally as playfully- yet in every way serious. "You don't." In a way he was flirting too. The mood between them had cleared away into a strange lightness. Neither one of them understood how they could go through such a strange turn of events and end up this perversely jovial.

"Fine by me, Mr. Masen I already have my three questions in mind."

"Then by all means, Miss Waldorf, proceed." His lopsided smirk returned. Speaking to her this way was strangely nostalgic- it was the way he had been bred to speak to ladies when he was living. And he couldn't help but to smile at her obvious favor for his human name. Blair had a strange way of bringing him back to his past. That is of course-if ladies from the Wilson era wore tiny cotton shorts with guests. Not that our Edward, the gentleman he was, noticed.

I noticed!

Shut up you.

"Why did you act so… disgusted by me that day in biology?" She asked, pouting and looking affronted at the mere memory or it.

He looked down at his hands, flustered. "I wasn't…" He gave a long sigh and looked up into her expectant eyes. "That was the first time, I'd breathed your scent and it…surprised me, to say the least. I've built up a very high level of control around people but your blood was… well… it called to me," he said, looking discomfited. "I was fighting with myself the entire time not to kill you right then and there…"

"Wow…" She exhaled into the suddenly heavy air between them. She was beginning to get a sense of just how badly he might want to drink her blood but that was another day's worry. Right now, Blair had more pressing matters to attend to.

Edward knew exactly what was coming next and sighed. AGAIN with the vanity.

"Okay. Next question; why did you save me that day? I would've never guessed what you are if you hadn't. If my blood was plaguing you so much, you could've let the van take me. Why?" She queried, knowing good and well he'd been dodging that question for far too long.

But Edward was expecting that and only shrugged. "I didn't want you to die," was his only answer.

"Why not? "she pressed, insistently and Edward only grinned.

"Is that your final question?" he asked, victoriously- knowing that wasn't the question she'd had in mind.

Damn him! Blair hated being outsmarted more than anything else and before he could get a grasp of where her thoughts were going she shook her head and asked. "What do think of me?"

He smirked- "I think you're used to getting your way." And I'm far more used to deny myself of what I want to answer that question. He caught the pillow she heaved at him effortlessly and dropped it to the floor and rushed after her as she got to her feet and started storming towards the stairs.

"Blair wait," he called to her as he closed the distance between them in record time.

"Get out of my house- vampire. We've already said everything that needs to be said. I'm not going to tell anyone your secret so you can leave." Oh, I'm 'vampire' now.

"Blair, listen to me." He grabbed her by her waist and held her still. "I just told you I'm a vampire. I've wanted to kill you since the moment I met you. I think about it…constantly."

"And I'm Blair Waldorf," she countered, eying him hotly. "I've thought of numerous ways to ruin you since the moment we met. This secret only adds to the list." She began to take predator steps towards him- forcing him to step back- mirroring their earlier stance. "So in that respect, I think we're even, hmm?"

"Blair," he meant to protest when her spoilt side won over and she growled in frustration.

Hmm This human tends to growl a lot. I wonder what kind of vampire she'd make.

Again, shut up you!

"Good. Bye." Her teeth where clenched as she spun around and started trudging up the stairs, cursing men and vampires alike under her breath as she went. She had had a very tumultuous weekend. One he never once cared to ask her about. (Thank you very much insensitive Edward) If he had any interest in asking about it maybe he would've learned how she found out, or what heart wrenching happenings led to her winding up at LaPush. (Blair was unwittingly cluing poor Edward in on these details as she, ever the drama queen, trudged slowly up the stairs- clearly wanting to be detained again.)

But he did not ask and so he did not know how her heart had been trampled on more than once. First with the discovery that her ex, Nate never loved her. The ache of the discovery was so great it drove her to drink. The second was not caused by the discovery that Edward was a vampire per se. A part of her had always known he was something more than human. But it was everything that came with it: the fear for her life and the knowledge that yet again she was stuck in a one-sided affair. She had realized that she had been taken for a fool yet again. All this time she was clearly just being lured by him and he was probably amused at the entire thing. Yet again someone else who didn't want her.

She'd gone through a weekend of heartache and fear and the last 24 hours had bore the brunt of the emotional roller coaster. And the worst thing was that there was no one she could speak to about it. No- the worst thing was that she'd allowed herself to hope again moments ago. No- The worst was definitely that she had answered the door wearing this god awful ensemble. A T-shirt! Honestly, she didn't even know she owned T-shirts. She must have really been a wreck out of it today.

Below the stairs Edward was his usual brooding self. Silently he listened to her thoughts, clenching and unclenching his fists with every detail. But now her internal harangue was leading him nowhere. She was still ascending the staircase loudly, and he suspected her deliberateness was to make a point. As he watched her move, he had to fight a myriad of urges; the strongest being the urge to chase and corner her as he had so thoroughly done an hour ago, and instead listen. But she was making it difficult to stand put when she was moving So. Damn. Slow. Her movements begged for him to follow. Honestly, how long should it take a human to walk up those stairs?

Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. That's it! I'm seventeen, wanted by no one, and wearing ugly ill flattering clothes. I hate my life, this bourgeois little town, and vampires named Edward Cullen!" Stomp. Honestly why didn't he just let the blasted van crush me instead of…

Ah! Enough of this. He was at the top of the stairs, detaining her yet again in a flash. Blair didn't have time to register it but one instant she was stomping grudgingly up the stairs the next her back flattened against the wall adjacent to her bedroom door with the vampire looming over her darkly.

"I want you, Blair" he suddenly announced in a tone that sounded as though he was scolding her. She hadn't yet wrapped her head around that comment- only his tone and began to protest when he took a daring step into her personal space, silencing her. "And as it stands, you are seventeen, wanted by every male with a pulse (and some without), and perfect as you are right now."

*Cue Brake sound effect*

Wait a second. Wait one second! How… Her face suddenly blanched. Her eyes shot up to his accusingly. "How…did you…can you…hear what…I'm thinking?"

He winced and closed his eyes guiltily, confirming her accusation.

Blair felt utterly betrayed. Betrayed and a fool. Edward caught wind of where her mind was taking her and immediately began explaining himself. "Blair. No. I haven't… I wasn't luring you to me. I've already told you that I don't want to hurt you."

'All I know, vampire, is that you spend the majority of the time ignoring me and then suddenly, boom, you want me. You admit that you're a vampire but neglect to inform me that you're a mind rapist as well!"

She tried to take a side step away from him but he put his hands against the wall and stopped her. It was a careless instinctive action of his that made her feel caged- trapped. He let out an agitated sigh. "What is this about, really?"

"You!" She opened her palms against his iron chest and pushed with all her might, bless her little heart. Obviously the attempt was futile but Edward had just enough civility left to take several steps back. Making me feel completely powerless and now vulnerable. "Neglecting to tell me that you could read my thoughts!"

Ahh such a dilemma. Was Edward to listen to her thoughts or the conflicting words coming out of her mouth. Blair was doing that thing where she behaved completely like her typical self and caused Edward's civil human façade to falter. Really, he had no idea why he didn't just walk out the front door right now. Oh. Right. Because he was completely in love with her.

"Blair, believe me, if there was a reasonable way for me to tell you that upon introduction I would have," he answered evenly with much restraint. "And trust me that ability is one that is completely out of my control.

"How convenient." She huffed, crossing her arms over he chest but making no further move to get away from the wall he'd placed her on.

"I'm pretty sure you're upset with me most because you're used to getting your way with people and you hate the fact that I'm the one person you can't fool." She made a little protesting huff as if that were the most ridiculous rubbish she'd ever heard in her life even though they both knew he was hitting close to home. "You hate the thought of being vulnerable because it makes you feel powerless. You need to be able to control people and you hate that I can see right through you."

"You don't know anything," she insisted whilst stamping her foot like a little child- refusing to meet his eyes. He was driving her insane with his incessant words. Words that were slicing right through every barrier she'd put up- making her feel utterly naked and bare before him. She hated it. She hated him. But he just kept talking- killing her softly like the man in the song- saying too much- hitting too close.

"Oh?" Edward raised one challenging brow and moved into her space again. Her back had yet to leave the wall. "I think I know you more than anyone." She harrumphed at that and he took a step closer. "I know that you don't let anything stop you from getting your way- you're very ruthless in that sense…and incredibly fearless."

Yeah well… Whatever… Really at this point all she could do was pout, grumble, and look at everything around her but him.

"I know that you put a great deal of effort into constructing walls around yourself so that people don't know how much you feel- it's easier to have people think you're cold than to be vulnerable."

Was there anything he didn't know? Was there anything left on her soul that he hadn't already raked up? God! Stupid, mind raping, annoying, gorgeous, vampire- Ah he heard that! Just wish he would shut up and go to hell. And kiss me- Grrr. Hate. Hate. Hate.

A ghost of a smug smile placed across his lips and Blair was certain that there was a splint of wood lying somewhere around this house. Probably in the garage…

"But," he continued to rape her of her dignity while she mentally, much to his amusement, compared the expediency of maple over pine as a staking material for nosey vampires. "As much as you're currently hating that I know these things- I cant say that I'm sorry I know them."

Soon to be dead vampire said what? "Blair, I absolutely love your mind," he announced in that hauntingly beautiful voice of his. You do? "I'm utterly fascinated by your trickiness and the fact that you have no idea how conspicuous you are." He smiled and she leveled another deadly gaze at him. It was her mistake, really- looking up into his darkened eyes. She was instantly armor less, stripped like he was that day he met her in biology, of every single barrier that kept her detached.

Oh really, conspicuous am I? Well I wonder if they consider staking smug vampires a homicide. His crooked grin only inched upwards.

"And yet, despite how conspicuous you are- and the fact that I can read you, I am constantly finding myself manipulated by you," he mused.

Blair quirked an eyebrow. "Really?" Blair thought back to the many instances where he seemed to play right into her hands. But he had known what she was playing at all along! Then Why?

"Because I'm an absolute fool where you're concerned and everyone who knows me is aware of it." Case in Point: attacking one's brother because he wisely insists on following Volturi vampire law and either turning or killing Blair for publically outing him and then not offering any other viable option for shutting her up. "And because I meant what I said Friday."

Edward had unknowingly said the magic words. Instantly her demeanor softened but she was filled with apprehension and confusion. Had she not spent her entire weekend hardening her heart? Had she not spent the last 24 hours convincing herself that she could not be falling for Edward Cullen only to have him stand here- a vampire- and insinuate that he was falling for her. She didn't know how to process it. Her wind was all over the place.

"B-but but…" Really the lady doth protest way too much.

"And because I meant what I said a moment ago. I do want you, Blair all of you" he added.

She was conflicted. Her heart was screaming, "Oh be a fool, Blair. Fall. Fall again." But apart of her was still afraid- and not all of those fears involved the fact that he could kill her. She was afraid because she didn't want to lose again. She didn't want this beautiful, fascinating, eternal creature that had open access to her mind to access to her fragile heart that was still mending from Nate. If he hurt her it would be too much. She didn't know if she could recover. She was trying to convince herself of what her heart already decided.

Edward was watching her the way he always did, with hungry possessive- eyes that told her she was his. In a way she truly was. Whatever this feeling was- this connection- it was bigger than the both of them. Edward felt her will waning and he was glad that it was taking her a great deal less time to surrender to that connection that he who'd wrestled with himself for months.

But that didn't stop Blair from protesting as he drew closer to her, following the pull he could no longer fight. "B-but I don't even like you very much," she sputtered. "You're dark and broody and…" she was running out of things to say because honestly- she sort of liked those things about the surly vampire. "I don't even know that much about you- I mean- are even really adopted?"

Really, Blair? Edward suppressed a rare laugh at her hysterics which garnered him a threatening look from the socialite who didn't appreciate not being taken seriously, however ridiculous she was being. The two stared each other down, her shooting daggers and him barely suppressing his amusement until she opened he mouth to protest again and instantly felt her lips quelled by his and felt herself enfolded in cool steel.

And so her first vampire kiss went thusly. Edward had just enough control over his thirst and mastery of his strength to press his lips to hers, craning the full weight of her head with one hand and holding her to him gently by her waist with the other. Her palms had moved to his chest, at first on instinct to push him away, but then lost their fervor for their original cause and rested there instead. There was no more resisting from either of them. Both had surrendered fully to this force pulling them together. For that magical instant Blair was enthralled by the dual softness and iron firmness of his cool lips moving in perfect tandem with hers as well as the sensation of the pads of his fingers massaging into her scalp.

Edward was utterly lost against the warm sensation of her soft lips. But he couldn't allow himself to be enraptured fully. He had to be completely aware of just how much pressure he was using, how tightly he was holding her, every succulent blood vessel pulsating against his lips, so close to his teeth. He knew that he was loosing his control when she coaxed his mouth open, bringing her dangerously close to said teeth. The taste of her mouth was heavenly. Again his control waned. The monster started clawing its way through but he stifled it, resuming his ministrations with Blair. Heaven first. Hell later.

That kiss lasted for an entire ten seconds before Blair, utterly enthralled by the cool venom tingling in her mouth, the worldly scent of him swirling in her senses, and that intoxicating aura Edward unknowingly carried, felt herself grow dizzy. But she was unwilling to break away from him- never wanting the feeling of his lips against hers to end. She was certain that feeling could sustain her for life. Edward heard her thoughts growing faint the same moment he felt her lips slip away from him. Then came the realization that he was fully supporting her weight.

Thus, Edward's first kiss ended with a smiling, unconscious girl, in his arms.

AN: So so so sorry I haven't updated. I was going through well… let's just say my Edward Cullen pulled a New Moon (forest scene) on me and I was dealing with that for awhile. It was sorta difficult for me (who is disenchanted with love right now) to write this. I'm back and I'm trying to keep my updates regular so show me some love guys (If it exists hah.) Lol okay crazy man-hating vamp-by-night is leaving now. Please leave some feedback on this.