Summary: What if a certain brunette saved Serena's ass? What if the supernatural came to the Upper East Side?
It was a dark and foggy night, as Serena Van Der Woodsen stumbled out of the house where a party was being held. Nobody knew. Not even Blair Waldorf and Chuck Bass. Tonight, was supposed to be fantastic and fun. It hadn't been. It was the worst night of her life. She had had a big fight with Nate Archibald and Dan Humphrey. She had wasted herself and then left as quickly as she could in her drunken state. The fight had been about her switching back and forth between them. Nobody had stopped her from leaving, if they had seen her. Although, it was hard to miss her. She was beautiful. Every guy used to turn and look at her when she walked into the room. Of course, that was when she was younger. Still a little girl.
Without knowing it, a guy was following her in shadow. There was something about him that made him blend in. Maybe it was his clothes or the way he was built. He wore all black. His hair was black, and his eyes were black pools, like Chuck Bass' eyes. The guy was stealthy. The way he walked was almost predatory like that of an animal. An animal hunting down its prey. He was built like Chuck as well, but he wasn't Chuck.
Not far from the entrance to an alley, Serena fell. She should've hit the trash can and then the ground but didn't. Someone had grabbed her arm in a very firm grip. Very. It kinda hurt, but in her state, she didn't care. She brushed the pain off.
"Whoa, miss. Careful," he said, and then let her go. She turned around. She looked up to see a guy she had never seen before in her life. It was weird to her that some stranger would help her out.
"Thank you," she said with an attempt of a smile, which didn't help in her state.
"Would you mind telling me your name?"
"Serena Van Der Woodsen."
"Pretty name. Is there a reason for this?"
"A fight."
"An old boyfriend, huh?"
"You could say that."
He took her into the heart of the alley.
"Why don't you tell me about it?" he suggested, standing behind her, arms around her gently but firmly, head on her shoulder so he could smell her hair.
"I don't really talk to strangers that bring people into the privacy of alleys."
"Come on, Serena. What harm could it do?"
Something was really disturbing the way he held her. He was sniffing her hair and standing behind her. She knew Cordelia Chase and hoped he wasn't what she thought he was. She wanted to flee but couldn't. He had a hold of her and she was wasted. Goosebumps started forming on her arms and she felt her hair stand on end. Everything about him screamed vampire.
He removed her hair, exposing the side of her neck. Then he growled low in his throat. She could just imagine his face changing into his true face, and then killing or turning her.
Where is Cordelia when I need her? I need my ass saved.
She felt his tongue snake down her neck and then felt something pointy just touch her neck skin. It felt like k-9 teeth. She wanted to close her eyes and tell herself that it was only a dream but knew that wouldn't help. If he was hungry, he would feed. She saw him open his mouth bit, from the corner of her left eye.
Suddenly, someone grabbed his hair and his head snapped back. He through her out of his way and she landed in front of a dumpster.
"Good animals don't bite," she heard a female say.
She looked up to see Cordelia throw him against a wall. He faced her and charged, but she gave him a kick to the stomach that landed him on the ground. She whipped out her stake and staked him, which turned him to dust. She put her stake away and then came up to Serena.
Serena looked at her.
"Come on. Let's get you home," the former Cordette said, helping her up.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
After Serena was safe at home, Cordy went back home to LA.
