Chapter 5: Blair put down her cell phone and turned around to look at herself in the mirror. She looked slightly flushed, but her overall appearance was elegant, even though she was only in her silk kimono. She bent down and opened her large suitcase, rummaging through her many dresses, looking for something decent to wear. She had thought of just wearing her kimono, but then was she supposed to step out to take the taxi in it. That wouldn't do, at all. Finally after much throwing of her clothes and calling in the nurse to help her decide and then kicking the nurse out because she was an absolute nuisance, Blair, though grudgingly, called herself satisfied with her outfit. A black, sleek sports car pulled up as Blair walked out of the dreary hospital to wait for the cab. In the car was Damon Salvatore.
"Get in," he yelled at her. Blair raised one eyebrow.
"What are you doing here? You told me to that you weren't going to bother..."
"Can't a guy change his mind?" Damon smirked. Blair glared at him and slipped into the passenger seat. Inside she was quite please with herself, but she was not going to allow any emotion to show on her face, which had its plastered glare. Damon turned to her ad grinned. She looked up.
"Is there something on my face?"
"There always was..." Blair rolled her eyes as Damon pulled into the Salvatore Boarding House drive-way. Stefan was watching be the window. He eyed Damon as he got out of the car, his new "puppet" getting out of the passenger seat. Stefan shut his eyes. How many times had he told Damon that people don't exist for his brother's amusement? Probably five billion. But Damon had just shrugged Stefan off with one of his malicious smiles. Stefan knew that it wasn't as bad this time because he didn't know the girl. She wasn't a friend of Elena's. Stefan hated himself when he thought about it that way. He ought to run out and attack Damon for doing this. But he didn't. He watched as Damon and the girl walk into the house.
"Impressive," Blair said looking around the house.
"Mmmm...I like class," Damon said.
"Well, there's something we have in common," Blair smiled turning around to look at the living room. No, Stefan thought. This is not fair to the girl! He bolted down the stairs and ran smack into Damon.
"Oh, Stefan," Damon smirked, knowing exactly why his little brother was down here. "Why are you always so clumsy?"
"Damon, this isn't some kind of joke. Leave her alone!" Stefan whispered, so only Damon could here. Blair who was looking around the living room looked slightly confused as to who this other guy was.
"Stefan don't be rude. Stefan this is Blair Waldorf. Blair this is Stefan Salvatore my little brother," Damon said. Blair and Stefan nodded at each other and then there was no more to say. Damon had won again. Stefan sighed and walked out of the boarding house. Damon took Blair to his room. Blair felt her conscience say, "No! Blair, there isn't something right about this!" Blair shook it off, not knowing why she was thinking like that. She was down to her thong as he started to plant kisses all over her neck. But Damon was breathing in her scent. He disengaged his fangs slowly. Blair gasped looking at his face and then he plunged them into her neck. She screamed as loudly as she ever had in her whole life.