Soulless
"Evil is a point of view."

By Isabelle

Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl or its characters.

Rating: M

Summary: Vampires don't get obsessed with pictures left on their graves; pictures of lovely brunettes and chubby baby boys. Vampires are soulless and evil. He didn't know their names, but he knew they were special. She must've been special to him, and that thought alone haunted him. All he knew was that he wanted her for himself, even if he had to kill her to get her. Chuck/Blair.

A/N: Tati is the most wonderful, most talented BETA in the whole wide world.

"It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog."
Mark Twain

Mack cracked his neck when the five large vamps slithered into his room. Five to one. Not bad.

"Gentlemen… and lady." He nodded at the female vamp staring coolly at him. From behind them, Alexander emerged, dressed head to toe in black once more.

"Mack! Long time no see, man," he greeted him and then paused, inhaling and making Mack curse silently. "I see you have… company."

"I have until sunup," Mack said slowly. "That was the agreement."

"Yeah, I lied," Alexander nodded, looking behind Mack at the door to the bedroom. "Man…" he chuckled. "She's breastfeeding, too. Highly delicious."

"You came for me," Mack reminded him. "My meal stays out of it."

"I'll steal your dinner like I'll steal your crown," the man chuckled back at him.

Mack smirked. "You can try."

"You're outnumbered," Alexander reminded him.

"But not outclassed," Mack said casually, then shifted and grabbed him by the neck, swinging him to the other side of the room.

Blair yelped when she heard the growling and the beginning of the fight. She anxiously shifted from one foot to the other. She didn't know what to do. She'd never felt this very helpless except when, you know, her husband had died. But he wasn't dead. Not really.

This was absolutely insane! These things didn't happen! She had woken up in some sort of alternate reality. That was the only explanation, she assured herself. Until her door banged loudly and a growl emanated from the other side. She jumped back, gun before her.

Oh, God, she whimpered.

Then she glanced at the thick curtains in the room and her eyes widened. The door banged again, and she swore she heard Chuck yell something to her, but she couldn't understand him over the horrible noise. She ran to the curtains and yanked them back with all of her might, but they were nailed down. She let out a frustrated groan, pulling even harder. The door finally broke open and Blair looked over her shoulder to see a hungry-looking, feral female stalking towards her.

"Oh, pretty," the woman murmured, her fangs bared.

Blair let out a frustrated scream and then, knowing full well that she was breaking a nail, yanked the curtains back and watched them fall. The thick red velvet pooled around her, letting all the sun in. The female screeched, and Blair pointed the gun at her, fully intending to fire in case it didn't work.

But she didn't have to, because the vampire let out a scream and her skin began to sink, turning a pale ashen color. Then she seemed to implode, turning into ash and falling to the floor.

"CECILIA!" Another vampire cried and rushed into the room without thought, glaring at Blair and roaring. Blair pointed the gun at him, shaking and crying. Thankfully, she didn't have to use the weapon because he let out his own yell as his skin turned ashen and he followed Cecilia to the floor.

Blair scrambled through her room's opening to see Chuck fighting off two vampires, and her mouth hung open. Chuck had never been the physical type. Yes, he got into fights in school at times, but he tended to play dirty. He was actually the one getting punched, unless it involved Jack. Chuck had punched Jack a total of two times in his life, but Blair had only witnessed one. This was entirely different. This was Chuck fighting – like real Bruce Lee fighting, or perhaps John Wayne.

A third vampire came up behind him, and Blair clutched at her chest in fear.

"Behind you, Chuck!" She cried, and he must've heard her because he turned and swiftly punched the vampire, sending him rocketing across the room.

One of the other vampires noticed her and stalked over. Blair backed up into the room, bathed fully in sunlight, and he stopped rushing in to observe her.

"Smart girl," he whispered.

"Come get me," she baited him.

He chuckled. "Sweetheart, you may smell sweet, but you're definitely not. I am no fledging."

Blair gulped and pointed her gun at him, her jaw set.

He chuckled and took her in, looking her up and down and winking before turning towards Chuck, rushing and jumping on his back just as Chuck had finally killed one of the vampires he was fighting.

Blair watched with horror as the man raised his fangs and aimed for Chuck's neck. She let out a scream and, without thinking, rushed forward to impale her stake in the man's back. Granted, it wasn't his chest, but it was close enough for the man to let out a cry and shove Blair backwards.

The breath was knocked out of her body as she landed on the floor, her back hitting the wall. She felt pain erupt in her elbow and let out a whimper, holding it to her. She had also lost the gun. Damn it all!

She looked up to see the final uninjured vampire coming towards her. His eyes zoomed to the blood from the cut on her elbow. Blair scrambled backwards, but she had nowhere to go. She looked around frantically for something, but there was nothing. The gun was too far away, the stake was in someone else's back, and she was alone.

The creature lunged for her, and she closed her eyes tightly, wanting to wake from his horrible nightmare. She kept waiting for the blow that never came.

Nothing.

She blinked, hazy and confused, only to find Chuck standing over her with ash all over his suit.

"What did I tell you?" He snapped.

"There are vampires… Oh, my God, there's vampires," she murmured, still in shock.

Chuck rolled his eyes and squatted in front of her.

"Did you kill them all?" She stuttered.

"One got away. The leader. But I believe you left him with a nice souvenir," he said calmly, his face revealing nothing about what he was thinking or feeling.

Her wide eyes took him in. Everything in him was Chuck, yet his eyes didn't soften when he looked at her; his smile didn't threaten to spill forth. It was pure, agonizing torture. To stand before him knowing he was not her husband.

His eyes suddenly zoomed in on her arm and narrowed. His eyes turned a darker shade, and she gulped, holding her arm closer. It was not a large cut, but it was bleeding – and he looked hungry.

"C-chuck…" she whispered pleadingly.

He didn't respond.

"My name is –"

"Chuck!" She snapped.

He growled and grabbed her, lifting her up, letting her feet dangle above the floor as he growled angrily. "I. Am. Not. Chuck. Bass."

She stared right back at him defiantly. Perhaps she was being naïve and stupid, perhaps she should've kept her mouth shut, or perhaps she should've shot him and ran back to her home. But she had a chance of getting her Chuck back, and she was going to take it.

"Let me get this straight. You come find me when I'm not even looking for you to destroy me in order to destroy the old you? How does that make sense?" She cried. "How does that make sense when I was the one who was destroyed when you died and left me. AGAIN!"

Now she was angry. Who did this bastard think he was? She was attempting to cope with life without him. It had been a year, and suddenly he comes out of nowhere, all vampiric and wanting to kill her? This wasn't happening the way he planned it.

"I WAS FINE –"

"I don't understand how a little bit of dreaming could've possible ruined your life!" She interrupted, now righteously pissed off.

He blinked and studied her.

"But it did," he whispered shortly. She nodded, but then quickly shook her head when he studied her neck. "And I'm going to end it."

"No – no, Chuck!" She pleaded, struggling against him as his vice-like grip held her in place.

"You smell so sweet…"

"CHUCK! CHUCK, STOP! The baby, Chuck – NO!" Blair clawed at him the best she could, but it didn't stop his fangs from sinking in to her neck.

She paused, taking a deep breath.

Chuck and she had shared some seriously intimate moments. Erotic moments filled with passion and love. Moments filled with tenderness and sweetness. Sad moments filled with tears, hate and forgiveness. Soft moments filled with understanding, acceptance and friendship.

But never had she felt something like this. At first there was pain, a short pain like the first time they were together. Something she had to get through in order to find a better place. A much, much better place.

The feeling of his fangs in her was more lascivious than anything she had ever felt. She felt her toes curl, her skin prickle, her nipples harden, chills run up her spine and her hands instinctively buried themselves into his hair. She moaned deep in her throat, pulling his face to her neck, wanting it.

She thrust her pelvis at him, humping his rock-hard cock.

It had been too long, way too long. It had been a lifetime.

"Chuck…" she moaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, a smile playing on her face. Pleasure washed over her as her inner walls suddenly contracted and, without warning or stimulation, she came hard, losing her breath and shaking.

And just as suddenly as he had bitten her, he dropped her.

"Sisi."

A little voice piped in and woke her. She groaned, realizing she had fallen asleep in an odd angle on the chair in Brenton's room.

Serena shifted and opened her eyes to see her nephew standing in his crib and looking at her with confusion, tear tracks lining his cheeks. His dark hair was mussed, his little shirt was missing, and his diaper looked heavy and sodden.

"Mama, Sisi?" He asked for his mother.

Serena stood and slowly went to him. He raised his little arms for her to pick him up, and she complied, kissing him loudly on his sweet cheek. He squirmed a bit, but then lay his head on her shoulder, sighing.

"Sisi," he murmured her name as best he could.

"Good morning, baby." She rocked him.

Since Chuck's death and the death of her own always complicated love life, Serena had basically found her rebirth in Blair's own crumbled life. Serena basically lived with Blair, for lack of a better term, and coddled her nephew as much as Blair would let her. "Sisi" was the fun person who tickled him and got on all fours on the carpet, making silly faces at him that caused him to squeal with glee. She was the one who bought him more things than he could possibly use. Playing with him often made her think about having a baby of her own.

But her decade-long quadrangle between three men had left her exhausted and more lost than she had been when it began. She already had a divorce under her belt (tequila and Carter had led her to that) – and the perpetual back and forth between Nate, Dan and Carter had driven her to break her engagement to Nate and flee with Dan only to have that crumble and end up once more on Blair's doorstep with tears and regrets. Blair, desperate to consume herself in something other than her grief for Chuck, had taken her in, allowed her to stay and let her participate with Brenton's rearing. They were, after all, sisters and each other's true love. But Blair had been lucky in always knowing what she wanted. Serena envied her in that respect. From the moment Blair realized she loved Chuck, she didn't look back and didn't doubt that he was it for her. Chuck was the same: he loved Blair and only Blair.

Serena, though she never said it, longed for that type of assurance. She always let doubts cloud her mind, she let kisses mean things they shouldn't and let sex sometimes just happen when it shouldn't have happened. Sex with Dan two nights before her second wedding had left her confused and unsure, and she had left poor Nate alone without an explanation. That had blown up in her face when Dan confessed he himself was engaged. In Tahiti. That had just led her back to New York to Blair's arms as she cried her heart out. Which had also led her to a drunken night to Carter, who was married himself, and that just made her realize that her life was absolute shit.

And now she had so many regrets that they filled up the entire room.

So she had sworn off men, except for the gorgeous fellow in her arms right now, whom she loved as if he were her own.

But she wasn't a mother, and a mother was what the baby needed. Blair was still nursing him, for Christ's sake!

"Mama –" Brenton began, scrunching up his little face in anguish.

"I know, baby, I know you want your mommy," Serena appeased Brenton and set him down to change his diaper, which only served to anger him. He surely had his mother's temper, Serena thought, despite being a mirror-image of Chuck.

"Miss Serena…" It was Dorota who popped in to the room.

Serena took a deep breath and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Any word?"

The maid looked at her sadly. "No. No word. But Mr. Nate here."

Serena gulped and paled. The maid knew all too well about her woes; she had listened in to nearly all of her breakdowns.

"I send away?" She asked.

"No… he might have news," she said, and left the baby for Dorota to finish changing him. She rushed down the stairs to find Nate, his back straight and his hands tucked into his pockets. He turned at the sound of her steps, and his face was as blank as last night.

She took a deep breath. "Well?"

He shook his head. "Nothing. I've informed Lily, who has headed to the Mayor's office to see what she can do. Eric lands in a bit, and he's going to use his FBI connections to see if she was taken out of the country. Eleanor and Cyrus are on their way, and so are Harold and Roman."

Serena nodded, knowing that Clark – Eric's good boy/friend and FBI agent – might be able to help.

"Ok…" she whispered.

"How's the kid?" He asked.

"Asking for his mother," she replied, eyes downcast.

He sighed. "I can look after him for a while, let you get some sleep."

"No… I can't sleep, I'm too worried," she confessed.

"I used Chuck's old PI to look into Blair's date… He came out clean," he explained. Nate barely ever mentioned Chuck anymore. It was hard enough for both of them to watch what had become of Blair after his death, and even worse to consider that Chuck would never come back. That his little boy would have to grow up without his father the way Chuck himself had to grow up without his mother.

"I'm scared, Nate…" she confessed. "It feels like something is wrong."

Nate shifted and looked away from her. She knew she had no right to ask for sympathy from him.

"Yes, she's missing. That's pretty wrong," he deadpanned, checking his cell phone. "I have to go. Priscilla is waiting downstairs for me. I will come back in a few hours to talk it over with Lily."

Of course. Priscilla. Blair and she had made fun of the little mousy brunette that Nate had picked up after the fiasco a few months ago. She shouldn't be jealous, but she was. Priscilla was the opposite of Serena. Straight-cropped, bland brown hair, glasses, no makeup, conservative clothing… Basically, a pre-law student with an obnoxious squeaky voice. She knew she was being selfish, but there was something in her that made her want to scream at the girl that he was her man.

"Right…" she murmured. "Ok… I'll just –"

"I'll see you later, Serena," he interrupted and walked out, catching the elevator down.

Well… that was the longest conversation that they'd held since the almost-wedding. She sighed, sinking into the couch, lost in her thoughts until the baby was put down on the floor by Dorota and came waddling to her. He sported a big smile on his face and threw himself over her stomach. She let out a laugh and picked him up, blowing raspberries on his exposed tummy and making him giggle and grasp her hair.

"No, no, Sisi!" He laughed loudly.

At least he was a good distraction.

When Chuck came to his senses, he realized his fangs were buried inside of Blair's neck. It was as if someone had smacked him awake. Turned on the light. Shaken him, shoved him, pushed him over an edge he didn't know he was standing on.

Whatever they did, it worked.

He suddenly knew his name.

Knew his address.

Knew his telephone number.

It was a rush, an avalanche of thoughts that assaulted him all at once. He gasped and all of his memories flew through his mind as he let go of Blair and she crumbled on the floor. Her blood was churning in this mouth. Sweet and decadent.

He remembered asking her to marry him, he remember her saying yes, he remembered how crazy she got planning their wedding, he remembered how crazy he felt when she told him she was pregnant, he remembered loving her, having her, having a family. He remembered Lily, Eric, Nate, Serena and even Cyrus' hugs and jolly happiness. He remembered the swell of pride in his chest when Harold told him he was proud of him the day they announced their engagement. He remembered it all, and it was both horrifying and exciting at the same time.

And then there were the other memories.

Dark ones.

Empty ones.

Oozing with death and despair. With malice and evil.

He stumbled back, his back pressed against the wall, knees buckling as he realized what he had planned to do. He had planned to come back and kill Blair and his son. His own child.

He felt out of breath, gasping for it as if he were a dying man.

And then he remembered the crash. Asking Luther to save him, to let him live for Blair and his son. He remembered wanting to go through the storm, wanting to defy God himself. It left him begging for death from the devil himself. But the devil had refused to kill him and instead made him into a twisted, dark creature.

He felt nauseous and lurched forward, clutching at his hair, wanting to yank it from the root.

He had hunted Blair. Hunted her to kill her.

And he had succeeded in hurting her. He stared at her body through watery eyes. She was moving slowly, but he had certainly taken quite a bit of blood.

He couldn't live with himself; he couldn't live with the thoughts that had festered in his mind. He just couldn't. Knowing full well that Blair had opened the curtains in the room and that sunlight was shining inside of it, he made a rash and bold decision.

It took Blair a moment to wake herself from the orgasmic haze that Chuck had put her under. Her nipples were still tingling, her walls were still contracting and shuddering in pleasure. But the pain in her neck slowly made her shake herself off. She felt weak. Like she had felt after Brenton was born. Like life itself had been shaken out of her. She moved slowly and painfully, trying to sit up, trying to see where he was.

She pressed her hand to her neck, feeling blood dripping and running down her chest. She gasped as she saw Chuck stalking with purpose to the room from which she had yanked the curtains.

"Chuck!" She cried weakly, reaching out to him. "No, the light –"

She saw him pause; there was conflict within him. He shifted his feet with a confusion that she couldn't place.

"Chuck, please –" she begged.

"I hurt you." He whispered it so low that she was surprised she even heard it.

Her chest constricted as he turned to face her. There were tears running down his face. And his eyes… She gasped as he slid to the floor once more, staring at her.

They stared at one another, and her heart sped up as she realized that her Chuck was back.

To be continued

a/n: this chapter gave me hell so I hope you all enjoy it =) I know a lot of you have asked how much more to this story and I'm thinking about 10 more chapters, perhaps less, I'm still on track according to my neurotically drawn-up plans. Also, because of family suddenly dropping by I may not have a new chapter until the weekend. Sorry, guys!