It's Gossip Girl here, your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Manhattan's elite – being far from Manhattan for now.

Coming into a new town calls for a fresh start. Making new friends, finding new enemies and gaining a lot of life experience. For Blair Waldorf, fresh starts have always been hard. Always being the queen everywhere has made her spoiled and she is about to find out just how wrong she has been all her life. The quiet town of Mystic Falls will give you a lot of life experience, B. But please note that not all life experience is something desirable..

"Did you take bricks with you or something?" Damon asked when they has walked for a couple of minutes, "this bag is heavy!"

"One cannot expect a woman to go on a journey without a good amount of clothes," Blair Waldorf answered, "and since you probably only sell hand-made woolen clothing here, I needed all of my own.."

"You know, if you hate it here so much, then why did you come here?" Damon asked her.

"That is something between me and, well, Manhattan," Blair answered.

"Manhattan?" Damon asked and looked at her incomprehensively, "a nickname?"

"A totum pro parte," Blair answered.

" A what?"

"Totum pro parte. You know, Manhattan meaning the part of New York built on an island?" Blair said, "it is something between me and the people in Manhattan."

"Right. So you were thrown out of Manhattan?" Damon asked, not following Blair anymore.

"I practically own Manhattan. Of course I wasn't thrown out. I only leave out of free will."

"But if you don't like it here, then why did you co-" Damon asked, but Blair interrupted him.

"I will not tell my life story to some uneducated farm boy just because he is kind enough to carry my bag," Blair snapped. Talking about the reason why she came her made her annoyed. Even more annoyed than taking the bus had made her. Yeah, more annoyed even than when little Jenny Humphrey had managed to score Nate.

Damon stopped in his tracks and dropped Blair's bag. ("Careful, there is Louis Vuitton in there!" Blair squealed.) He turned to face her and his expression wasn't kind anymore. Maybe it was little bit amused. But mostly, it was irritated.

"Now listen to me very carefully, Blair Waldorf," Damon said and he crossed the space between her in two large steps. Blair tried to walk backwards but was caught before she could even move an inch. Damon grabbed her shoulders and looked intensely into her eyes. "I did not come out of the woods to help you just because you could insult and annoy me. I did not carry your bag for fifteen minutes just so you can pester me with your haughty company. You should think twice before bothering me. I can kill you just this instant if I want to. Luckily for you, tonight I am in a good mood. So," he moved his face even closer to Blair's and his voice became a mere whisper, "you will be nice to me from now on. You will happily give me your blood. And you will stop talking. Got it?"

He pushed her hair behind her shoulder and exposed her neck. His gaze lingered on the bare skin for a moment, tracing the veins. Right at that moment, Blair did a step back and hit Damon in his face with her handbag with full force.

"What do you think you are doing?" she screamed, "get away from me, you freak!"

Damon slowly touched his cheek, completely flabbergasted by Blair's reaction. "Wait," he said, "did you take vervain?"

"You are asking me if I used drugs?" Blair asked him unbelievingly, "seriously? You harass me and then wonder if I took drugs?"

"Drugs?" Damon answered, "no, I said vervain. But obviously you have no idea what that is." He started to smile, "this could be interesting…"

"Get. Away. From. Me," Blair said, taking another few steps back, "now. Or I will call some very influential people and you will be in big trouble."

Damon couldn't help it; he laughed out loud. "It is so funny that you actually think that you can threaten me. Cute." He stepped towards her again, grabbing her bag and holding it until she handed it to him.

"I said, get away from me!" Blair shouted again, but this time, her voice shook a little bit. Damon was really strong. He was holding her wrists and she just couldn't move them.

"And I said that you would listen to me and stop talking," Damon said, trying to hold her gaze again.

"Stop looking at me like that!" Blair answered and tried to push him away once more. Damon blinked furiously.

"Damn. It doesn't work. What is wrong with you?" he asked, holding her face so that she couldn't look away.

"With me? What is wrong with you?" Blair screamed back, still unable to release herself from Damon's grasp.

"Well, to hell with it," Damon muttered, "I'll do it without compelling." He leaned forward, his lips caressing Blair's neck. Blair shuddered, but that was about the only movement she could make. She felt that he opened his mouth – to kiss her, she figured – when a sound was heard from behind Damon.

"What are you doing, Damon? Let the girl go!"

Damon cursed and pulled back.

"Brother. What a nice surprise," he said and turned to face the other man that was now standing next to them, "luckily you came precisely at the time that I needed company." He rolled his eyes.

"I thought we had an agreement!" the other man said.

"Well, Stefan, we both know I can't be trusted. You know, being the big bad brother and all," Damon answered. Stefan ignored his brother and quickly walked over to Blair and asked her if she was okay.

"Get away from me, both of you!" she said and looked at both brothers scared and disgusted.

"Here, let me take you home," Stefan offered, and picked up her bag from the damp ground.

"I said that you should stay away from me!" she pulled her bag out of his hands and backed away.

"Hotel's that way, hon," Damon pointed and winked. Blair looked over her shoulder one more time and then followed Damon's directions, quickly moving out of view.

"What did you think you were doing?" Stefan asked Damon when Blair was out of hearing range, "what about keeping a low profile?"

"The girl's new here: nobody would miss her," Damon shrugged, still eyeing after the girl, regret in his eyes about losing his prey.

"Okay, very well then," Stefan sighed, knowing there was actually no reason to argue with Damon, "but she was innocent. A girl. A human. With a life."

"Ugh. Your morals are making me want to puke," Damon said, but when he saw his brother's glare, he added: "okay, okay. I didn't kill her, right. So stop whining. What are you doing here anyways?"

"Why, making sure you don't drain innocent people of their blood, of course," Stefan answered, raising one eyebrow at Damon.

"No," Damon answered, "I mean, weren't you sleeping at Elena's? Aren't you supposed to have all your physical needs satisfied? Or are you one of those people who can do that in five minutes and-"

"Let's go home," Stefan interrupted him sharply and walked back into the woods.

It had taken Blair more than two hours to find the hotel. Damon hadn't lied about the directions; she had followed the road and eventually reached the first house in sight, which happened to be the hotel. Her feet, blistered and sore, had hurt so much when she had gotten there and hadn't stopped hurting all night. Right now, preparing for her first day at the new school, she couldn't even get her swollen feet in her Pradas. And that was a disaster, because she had to make a good first impression. She had to show them that Blair Waldorf had entered the school and that She was going to be Queen, like was the natural order of things.

And without her Pradas and with her swollen and worn out face, she wouldn't already look as beautiful as she usually did. Her welcome here in this godforsaken place, after the horror bus ride, by Damon and nearly being raped had kept her awake all night. She wanted to call Chuck so badly. Wanted to hear his voice. She wanted him to tell her that it would be alright. But she couldn't contact Chuck. That was part of the deal.

And Blair Waldorf couldn't break that deal. She couldn't lose this game. And she could especially never lose to Chuck Bass, her lover, hero and hunk, but also her greatest rival in battle to whom she could never give in.

She checked herself in the mirror. It felt odd not to wear a school uniform but just to be able to wear whatever she wanted. And right now she had chosen a sleeveless light green blouse with a grey skirt that fitted her figure neatly. She looked like Blair Waldorf looked if she really wanted to get the respect she deserved.

If only those shoes would fit. This outfit wasn't complete without her Pradas. She cursed this retarded town with its retarded handsome molesters for making her walk ten miles on stilettos, while she had never walked a minute in her life.

Eventually, she decided that it didn't matter that her feet hurt. She put the shoes on anyway. It didn't matter that it hurt. Everything hurt already anyway. Her head. Her feet. Her heart. Being left here hurt, so why wouldn't she just put on these shoes to emphasize that pain? She wanted to be Serena in that moment: easily fitting in everywhere. One step in Brooklyn and Serena had fitted in there. One step in Queens and she was welcomed like an equal. One step at NYU and everyone loved her. Blair was only loved at the upper-classed. And in this town, she wouldn't find any upper-classed people, that was for sure.

She sighed one last time and checked her cell phone. She couldn't check Gossip Girl because then she would break the deal. But she could check her text messages and saw that she had one from Serena and one from Nate.

B, miss U. U arrived safely? Dull here without U – S.

Blair, I know you think you are not allowed to get in contact with Chuck, but he is worried about you. Just wanted you to know. It's not too late to turn back. Bus goes in an hour. – Nate

Blair scowled at her phone as if it had done her some personal damage. She missed them too. Serena, Nate and Chuck above all. But she couldn't let them win. This time, she was the winner. Blair Waldorf could not lose.

Won't let you defeat me that easily. Town is horrible, but will manage. Will never go on bus again, would rather die. – B.

She sent the same message to both of her friends, then turned off her phone, got her new Louis Vuitton bag and prepared to go to school. Head held up high. Steps strained with pain. But she wouldn't show.

"I heard there will be a new girl!"

"It is said that she is super-rich!"

"And gorgeous. She is supposed to be some sort of model?"

"And smart. Smart and sexy. And rich."

At Mystic Falls' High, the students were all talking about the new student starting at school that day. In such a small town, every new thing was welcomed eagerly to break the daily dullness. And Blair Waldorf surely was something new.

"And, are you looking forward to see the new girl? I heard she is a senior, like us," Tyler Lockwood said to Matt Donovan who was standing next to him.

"Whatever, man. I don't really care," Matt shrugged, looking past Tyler at the parking lot, where Stefan Salvatore and Matt's ex-girlfriend Elena Gilbert were making out as if their life was depending on it.

"I am saying that this will create new opportunities! Come on, man," Tyler said, and hit him playfully on the shoulder, "a beautiful rich girl will make you forget about Elena once and for all. Maybe it will be good for you!"

"I have Caroline now, Tyler," Matt said coldly, shrugging off Tyler's arm.

"Oh, right… That explains why you have that look of pity on your face when you are watching Elena and that Salvatore…" Tyler said, "but oh my, that's is the new girl…? She is hot, man!" he suddenly added and pointed at the girl that walked up the lane of the school. She was pale and beautiful. Her hair was shiny and curled and dark, her clothes were fitting, and expensive. But what was most odd what that her face was contracted in complete disgust as if something next to her was reeking badly. All eyes on the schoolground turned towards her, all eager to get close to the new girl.

"Who is that?" Elena said, who suddenly turned up next to Tyler and Matt.

"The new girl," Tyler answered, "an exchange student."

"Blair Waldorf, 18 years old, from New York," a light voice sounded from beside them. Caroline Forbes. She kissed Matt lightly on the lips and then returned to examine the new girl again.

"And you found out about that in five minutes?" Matt answered, laughing as he saw her.

"Nope, I am on the student welcoming committee; I knew she would be coming," Caroline shrugged, "I will find out more in the rest of the day, for I am supposed to show her around." She looked around rather smugly and smiled at Matt. "So, I will be going now!" She walked away, obviously feeling important.

"Caroline will be Caroline," Elena laughed fondly and Matt nodded in agreement. Stefan moved towards them, his eyes directed to the new girl, his expression unfathomable.

"So far for keeping a low profile," he muttered under his breath. He hoped Blair would not recognize him from that night. He knew that she would definitely recognize Damon if she saw him and he knew that that would cause a lot of trouble to the both of them. But it had been dark that night and she probably wouldn't have been able to take a good look at Stefan.. And as long as she didn't meet Damon, everything would be alright.

Unfortunately, Stefan didn't know anything about Blair's personality. He didn't know that she would never forget anyone who had wronged her in any way and that she wasn't afraid of publicly humiliating those who had been bad towards her. Stefan didn't know what Blair was capable of. And he surely didn't know that Blair wouldn't stop looking for Damon until she had found him, and brought him down. No one messed with Blair Waldorf.

If only Stefan knew.

Spotted. Outsider with dark secret trying hard not to be found out. But no one messes with the queen, Stefan Salvatore. You might be used to humans that are easily manipulated, but you can expect a harder case with Blair Waldorf. How long will your secret stay a secret when she decides to poke her nose into it? Arm yourself, pick your weapons and find your alibis, because you and your brother won't find peace any time soon.

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