AN: Oh Hey! It's been almost a whole damn decade since I updated this thing. I have not written in all this time. And boy writing is definitely a use it or lose it skill set. I haven't felt that child-like creativity in a long time and the older I get, the further I feel from this high school romance. But goddammit I can't quit these two. Sorry for any grammar/spelling errors. That was not my forte in 2010 and it sure ain't in 2020 after almost a decade of not writing anything. Send prayers for my writing as I try to complete this dramatic ass love story.

Some continuity updates:

1.) Sparkly vampires are no longer a thing in this story. I find it dumb and inconvenient.

2.) Venom: Doesn't change you. You have to die with venom in your system to become a vampire.

Mood Music:

Loner by Kali Uchis

I'm Not In Love - 10CC

Spotted!

B EC at JFK failing to fly under the radar.

Rumor has it that B EC spent their spring break under the Tuscan sun and now B seems to be sporting something suspiciously shiny on her left hand

Waiting patiently for my upper east side detectives to provide a better visual confirmation. And by patiently, I mean I am more pressed than a panini right now. Send pics!

XOXO

- Pressed AF G.G.

Blair Waldorf removed her sunglasses the moment she tucked into the Range Rover and sat opposite Emmett and Alice, while Edward, ever the gentleman, remained outside to assist the driver with Alice's bags.

"Who the hell packs multiple outfits for a fight?" Edward asked, after he scooted next to Blair and closed the door. The rest of the entourage Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie, and Jasper, had taken a separate Rover.

Alice sent her brother a venomous glare. "You don't show up to a beat-down looking already beat down, stupid."

Edward simply assessed his own attire and shrugged.

The socialite was uncommonly quiet at Edward's sister's ribbing, looking down at her phone. She had been alarmingly silent for much of the flight from Italy to New York. On the flight she had stared out the window as his family tried desperately to connect with her by regaling tales of their adventures since Forks. Every once in a while she would nod and hum absently but her mind had been consumed by Aro's words and the power she felt pulsing inside of her, begging to be used.

Fucking Aro. Edward's mantra for life.

After a half an hour in the silent Range Rover Edward nudged her thigh gently with his to check if she was doing okay.

Blair's eyes never left her phone. "We have a Gossip Girl situation." Cold. Flat. No further elaboration.

Emmett glanced at his brother with a mixture of amusement and sympathy. Welcome to the dog house, my guy. I've been there since 1952.

Edward saw the photo of them leaving the airport in her mind's eye and read the accompanying post from Gossip Girl and gave no response.

Blair huffed and finally glanced over at him. "Edward, this is a disaster."

Finally. She gives me something. Edward felt physically starved for her attention at this point.

"It's just one blog, Blair," he responded softly.

"Don't bother," Alice chimed and rolled her eyes, "Edward doesn't know how the internet works."

"I know how the internet works. I practically helped invent the internet..."

"Oh god not this again," said Emmett and Alice in unison.

Emmett added in a mockingly robotic tone, "Look at me, I'm Edward. I invented the internet, blah blah blah."

Feeling personally attacked, Edward asked, "And what have you two done with your unnaturally long lifespan? Besides shopping and playing video games."

There it was. The most minuscule of smirks from his emotionally unavailable lady love.

The flash of pain in Alice's eyes made Edward instantly regret his words.

"You forget Edward, some of us don't have the luxury of passing for a twenty-something-year-old."

At this Blair's interests piqued. She glanced up from her phone and over to her ridiculously good looking fiance and regarded him as a jeweler would inspect a diamond.

She perused his tall lean form, his large feet and massive hands, his legs man-spreading out next to her and taking up much of their shared space. She chalked it up to his height and huge uncircumcised cock and not his Victorian aged misogyny.

At her thoughts on his cock all the sounds of the city went silent until all Edward could hear was Blair, her soft breathing and her thoughts. A nervous air spiked around them and he found he could not turn his head to look at her.

She continued her dispassionate inspection of his form. Her eyes traveled up to his pronounced Adam's apple which was bobbing quite a bit as he swallowed his venom nervously. Then she considered the stubble on his angular chin, his proud and pronounced nose and his thick brows.

Edward had once told her that people looked older back in his day and she definitely believed him. He looked to be anywhere from twenty to thirty one.

Although he had been sired at seventeen, by some stroke of luck Edward had been simultaneously given the looks to exude both hot boy magic and hot daddy energy.

The thoughts of his significantly younger fiance referring to him as daddy did things to Edward only Freud himself could unpack. He felt let off the hook when her mind abruptly pivoted back to the Gossip Girl post.

The socialite gave a heavy sigh, thinking of how complicated her life had become.

Her phone vibrated in her hands with a message from Edward. How does he text so fast without me noticing?

E: How can I fix this?

This. Such a heavy word, she thought. Was "this" a) the fact that she had to become a vampire against her will or b) the fact that he'd lied to her about her own supernatural abilities? Perhaps c) the fact that all her peers and classmates knew she was wearing an engagement ring from the person who was supposed to be her estranged ex.

B: Pick a "this" *eye roll emoji*

Technically she didn't have to text him back, with his mind reading abilities and all, but it felt good to flame Edward digitally.

E: C - As previously mentioned I "helped invent the internet"...give me a few hours and I'll make it go away.

B: In terms of issues I have going on C is literally not even on my hierarchy of needs Edward. What the fuck? *GIF of a very irritated Rihanna rolling up her car window and driving away*

Fuck. The vampire didn't even know where to begin to heal her trust or to deal with the weight of her powers and impending transformation looming over them.

A: Hey Edward, suggest couples therapy. Trust me.

Edward looked up at Alice with a raised brow. Really?

He knew he'd been living under a rock when it came to things like this. In his time "therapy" consisted of electroshock treatment or conversations about desires on sleeping with one's mother.

"Really." She thought back to him.

E: How about couples therapy?

B: *read*

Several minutes went by without a response from Blair which prompted Edward to look up at Alice entreatingly. Alice looked to be suppressing an evil smirk.

A: Payback bitch.

Fucking Alice. Edward signed. And stupid him for listening to his petty sister because he had clearly texted Blair the wrong suggestion. She looked so positively closed off to him he was sure at any moment she would roll down the window and fling his ring out of it.

The driver arrived at Blair's brownstone moments later and Emmett and Alice made a silent agreement to give the couple their space and not invite themselves in this time.

Ignoring Edward entirely, Blair departed from the vehicle with a halfhearted wave at Alice and Emmett. She entered her security code and entered her building mechanically. Edward caught the door in his hand before it closed on his face and trailed her to her elevator in silence.

This was going to take time and work. In Italy she'd said she would stay with him and he held onto that like a lifeline.

As soon as the elevator door closed she turned to him with ire in her eyes and said, "Therapy really?"

"You think I can just waltz into a therapist office and say, 'Oh hey my boyfriend is a mind reading vampire who gives me zero privacy and has a power complex and guess what I'm pretty much an Avenger and he hid my powers from me on some misogynistic shit. Oh, and plus I have to die and become a vampire or else the undead mafia will kill us all. Let's unpack that."

Edward cringed at her words. The truth of it. But also...Fiance, dammit.

"Do you think there's a therapist alive who can fix this shit between us? Because I'm pretty sure I've been in therapy since I was thirteen and guess what, I still suffer from bulimia in case you ever bothered to pay any attention to me or really get to know me, asshole."

"I knew about your bulimia," Edward said timidly.

Her eyes locked on his and he saw her shame and fear of being exposed and raw to him.

"Blair," he began, trying to be as honest and as vulnerable as he could. "I knew this when we were dating in Forks. I read minds and I have several medical degrees. But I lack...the ability to..."

He blew out a breath and tried again.

"In my time we never talked about these things," he looked at her pleadingly. "In my time I am just the average emotionally unavailable male but here and now I lack what is called emotional intelligence. I don't know if I was born this way or if it's a vampire thing but as you know Emmett and Rosalie occasionally refer to me as Spock for a reason. Unlike all the vampires I've met I am extremely inept at emotional connection, hence being a hundred year old virgin."

He gave a small self deprecating smile at her. Her dark dough eyes stared up at him with a medley of unsaid emotions. She felt her heart aching to open to him.

"So Blair, I do know you and I do pay extremely close attention to you. I may not always say things that I should and honestly Blair it's mostly because I don't know how. To me you are perfect. Obviously I don't like that you suffer the way you do and I hate that I don't know how to help you fix it."

The elevator chimed when it reached her floor and Blair felt unprepared to step back into her life. After Aro and all that had happened. After all that Edward has even just said. She begrudgingly stepped out into her foyer with Edward at her side and thanked her lucky stars that Dorota was on holiday.

They were alone.

The last time they were here Edward had carried her up the steps to her room and fucked her senseless.

But she had been an ignorant child then. Her eyes were open. She knew everything.

And knowledge changes everything.

The socialite sauntered across the foyer and turned to Edward with her arms crossed. The ice was returning.

Sensing her pull away from him he felt as if his dead heart was being squeezed in her fist.

How to fix this. Is it even possible?

He crossed the room to her, trying not to scare her or overpower her.

"Blair, baby, I am madly in love with you and I am desperately trying to make things right."

The socialite allowed the vampire to reach for her by her waist and pull her close to him.

Her stomach fluttered with desire as he leaned down and kissed her, his tongue pressed into her mouth. She was kissing him back. Fingers gripping his copper hair. His hands gripped her ass and hoisted her off the floor. Her legs instantly wrapped around his torso. He backed them up into a wall, pressed his dick right where she wanted it and they both gave a stuttering moan.

He pressed his face in her neck for a moment and took a deep breath to regain control. Then he looked up at her and pressed his forehead to hers.

Not letting her down he said, "Blair the way we love is the same, do you realize that?"

"Hmm" was all Blair could manage in her lust filled haze.

He pulled his forehead back and they looked at each other.

"Do you have any idea how obsessed with you I am Blair Waldorf?" his voice was so thick with lust, it was the most intoxicating thing this vampire had ever said to her.

Hazily she tried to slice through the sexual tension with a jest. "Like watching me sleep obsessed or jerking off to my used panties obsessed?"

Edward could not blush. He did not have to. The slow forming devilish grin on his face said it all. "Both."

Blair was officially wetter than the sea. She knew she should feel creeped out and violated. But she didn't. Plus, Edward had broadcasted big creep energy from the moment she met him.

Which begged the question, why was she attracted to that?

"Because you like what I like Blair," Edward told her matter-of-factly. "And I like what you like."

Her dress was already bunched up in his hands so all Blair had to do was roll her hips to feel his massive dick print against her soaked underwear. Edward gave a primal grunt.

Where was the plot even?

"Wait," she said hazily, coming back to her senses, "How do we love the same, I'm not obsessed with you-"

He raised an eyebrow. Fucker.

"Blair honey you are obsessed with me and I fucking love it."

Intense. The intensity of his emotions and their attraction was not something she felt she could handle as a human being. Again she tried to lighten the tension with levity.

"Well," she began, "You do have that whole vampire attraction thing going for you I guess."

That slow grin of his. Jesus.

"Alright Blair here is what I am beginning to figure out."

"Enlighten us both" She feigned a yawn and he rolled his eyes.

"I've never been in love before," he began and she nodded. He took a sobering breath.

"I am dominating and manipulative by nature, Blair. Yes it's partly a vampire thing but it's also a me thing. And feeling so strongly about you I fucked up, Blair. I just tried to control the situation instead of..."

"We are the same," Blair interrupted as it dawned on her what he was trying to say. "Trying to control and manipulate my relationship with Nate Archibald is what landed me in Forks in the first place."

"Yes and you're not that same girl, Blair you've grown. I love you for it. I want to be better for you. This is all new for me and I am probably going to keep messing up as you grow your powers and change but I will try."

"But why?" Blair wasn't upset, just confused as she generally wanted to know where this all stemmed from.

"Because Blair I have a strong, primal need to dominate you and it consumes me," he told her passionately.

Raw, honest, no more masks.

This is Edward. Her vampire fiance.

Blair simply smiled and pulled him into her arms so that she was fully wrapped around him like a starfish.

I think we can work.

"Yeah?" he asked huskily against her ear.

"Yeah," she grinned. "You want to dominate me and I want to dominate the world."

Footnote:

Thank you to everyone and anyone who is still reading this story. I read all you reviews and DMs and I knew deep down I could not abandon this story. I am not sure if I can write the way I used to or view Twilight's toxic ass love the way I did when I was younger but I'm trying to exercise my creativity and see where this goes. Till next time. Thanks for reading.