Chapter 8: Stefan skillfully placed his pawn in position on the chessboard, diverting his opponent in checkmate for the twentieth time that day.

"Check-"

"Don't say it," Blair said. Her brown hair was not brushed, framing her face at odd angles. She was bored, annoyed, tired, and very bad at chess. Well, she wasn't bad, per say, but she was too preoccupied to pay attention to her risky moves. She wasn't allowed to go out at daytime, so her whole day was gone. How was she supposed to live without shopping? Already today, she had tried to trick Stefan to give her his ring. Too bad, he was too smart, to even take it off and hold it. Stefan, himself was bored. Damon had dumped his burden on his little brother. Now he couldn't leave the house because this girl was more than capable of wrecking complete havoc in the Salvatore boarding house. Blair's eyes flashed. She needed to get herself a ring and quickly. But where? The only two rings she knew of were Stefan's and Damon's. And that was not going to do, seeing that it was impossible for her to get her hands on. "Where's your little princess," a smirk formed on her lips.

"At home," Stefan frowned. Blair shook her head. At least Damon was fun. This brother was an absolute bore. He never smiled, he never let down his guard, and he was always tense. She rolled her eyes, reaching for Damon's half drunk beer bottle from the previous night. She took a swing and offered some to Stefan who politely declined. Big surprise, Blair thought.

"I'm bored," she pouted. Stefan turned his tired eyes on her and shrugged. "I want to go outside!"

"It's only a couple of more hours until the sun goes down. When it does, you can spend the entire night doing whatever you wish."

"What can I do at night? And don't say feed, because that's a given."

"I-" but before Stefan finished, Damon burst through the door.

"I know what you can do," he announced. Blair glared at him. She was not over the fact that she was a vampire because of him. She knew she had sort of agreed, but she didn't know all this daylight stuff would be part of the package.

"What?" Blair asked. "If it involves sex, drinking blood, or chess...no."

"There's a nighttime flea market," he grinned wickedly.

"A what?" Blair burst out.

"Damon, what are playing at now?" Stefan asked suspiciously.

"Don't doubt me brother," Damon smirked. He turned to Blair. "Flea market, ever heard of them. This one happens at night. It's this new thing at the cemetery."

"A flea market?" Blair felt as if she was going to die. "Seriously?"

"Say it's not your scene, but you may surprise yourself," Damon said taking a sip of his beer bottle that Blair had put on the table. Blair rolled her eyes. A flea market? Was Damon serious? She almost laughed at the image that came to her head. Blair Waldorf shopping at a flea market. Stefan looked at the clock.

"The sun should have set by now," he said. Damon nodded opening the front door fully, so Blair glimpsed the outside. The sky was pitch black. She hopped to her feet and in a flash was out the door. Stefan turned to Damon.

"What flea market are you going on about anyways?" he frowned. Damon laughed,

'If she goes, then you'll see."

Blair was racing towards the woods; she had drank the human blood she needed. Some person on the street who was returning home from work. Too bad for them, was the only thought that had crossed her mind before she attacked. She felt a new strength take over her as she ran, stumbling upon the cemetery. She looked around seeing tables set up all around. So Damon hadn't been making this up. She was about to leave, when something caught her eye. It was a ring, identical to the one Damon owned. She walked leisurely up to the table and picked it up. She smiled at raced off, with her ring on her finger. No need to be scared of the sunlight anymore, she thought. When she returned to the house with the ring, Damon gave Stefan a "told you so" glance. Stefan almost erupted in anger. He hated having to watch over Blair, but now she was a danger to everyone. She could walk outside at daytime and kill at daytime. He shivered just thinking about it.