Authors Note: I just wanted to let people know that from day one of writing this story I had a very particular idea about how it was going to evolve and how it was going to end. So I apologise if anyone is upset with its development but I really wanted to complete this story in the way I intended when I started out.

Chapter 6: Unlikely Friends

"Friendship is like wildflowers it is often found in the most unlikely of places"

It has been a week since my family and I arrived in London. London fascinates me. It is such a contradiction. It is full of first and third worlds. Of chauffeurs and beggars. Of traditions and then the modern. It is a city that is both exhilarating and exhausting. Both beautiful and dirty.

Blair is a contradiction. She is both strong and innocent. Determined and defeated. I like her, and I hate her.

While my family seems to except Blair with no hesitation, I stay on guard. Perhaps I am without good reason to be wary of the small brunette but I can't help but think that Blair holds more power than any of us know. What I mean by that I am not quite sure yet. For the most part Blair still refuses to venture outside of our home. She keeps to herself, and only seems at ease with Alice or Carlisle.

It is a Saturday afternoon when I walk into the lounge room of our town house to find Blair staring out the window watching the crowds pass. The clouds hang thick overhead and Alice, Esme and Rosalie have taken this opportunity to go shopping. Carlisle is working as he managed to secure a job quickly at the hospital and Emmette and Jasper have busied themselves sorting through some items left here decades ago. I stand for a moment in the door way of the lounge room and stare at Blair's profile. It is the first time I've noticed how beautiful she is. All vampires are attractive, yet another needless weapon we have against our prey, but Blair was... stunning. Her eyes had lost the dark red and black, and now held a golden colour. She was so feminine and delicate yet she had a manner of strength about her.

"What?" Blair whispered turning to me.

I shake my head, pushing the thoughts of her attractiveness away, "I was seeing if I could read your thoughts," I lie. I half expect her to snap at me, but she doesn't. She turns away from the window and perches herself on its ledge.

"Why is that?" she asks, "Why do you think you can't hear my thoughts?"

I shrug, "I don't know. Are you wishing I could?"

Blair laughed, "Oh goodness no! I hated so much when you could."

I smile and sit next to her, her smile disappears, "What's wrong?" I ask.

She shakes her head and I realise tears have formed in her eyes, "I wish I could erase my memoires. But I can't. They're so crisp and clear. I can still smell him, remember what is like to be with him." she stops herself, "They'll never fade will they?" she asks.

I want to lie, and tell her otherwise, but I can't bring myself to give her false hope. I can't bring myself to tell her the truth either. Instead I slip my hand into hers and squeeze it. Her eyes widen and she looks down at our hands interlocked. Her eyes meet mine, and even though I can't read her mind something is passed between us. A knowing that I'll be there. That I planned to keep my deal with the universe that I would look after her.

"Thank-you," Blair whispers, and for the first time something in her face tells me that she believes that things might be ok.