Author's Note: Ok so I'm feeling confident (God knows why) and I'm trying something a little different this chapter. As you should realise by now each chapter has been told from a different point of view. This chapter is told from just some random tourists' POV view. Hopefully it makes sense. Let me know =)

Chapter 8: Strangers

A London Tourists POV

"Fear makesstrangersof people who would be friends."

Making my way back to the hostel I feel giddy. I haven't spent so much as a dollar tonight and I've had a lot to drink. It's amazing what being hot and Australian girl will get you in London. I love the way European boys treat girls. It's not like Australia. Men are chivalrous here. They open doors for you and buy you drinks. I don't even feel a little bit guilty for cheating on my boyfriend who is back at home. I am so busy thinking of my great night that I don't realise that I've gotten myself quite lost. Pausing in a darkened street I try and get my bearings. It is then I realised I am not alone. I jump realising there is someone behind me.

"Are you lost?" the girl asks. She is a small girl. Beautiful, with long brown hair and an American accent. I relax, hoping she can help me. I find it odd that she is not wearing a coat, when it is freezing out.

"I think I took a wrong turn. I'm looking for the Generator Hostel. It's were I'm staying," I say as the girl walks towards me. She doesn't answer she just looks me up and down. She seems upset and agitated. "Are you ok?" I ask.

"Me?" the girl responds, "I'm better than ok. I'm Blair Waldorf." She allows a smile to creep slowly across her face.

"Right," I whisper, suddenly tensed again, "Hey is there, like anything I can do for you? You know someone to call?"

"Who would you call?" she raises an eyebrow and she walks around me, slowly, in circles.

"Family? Friends?" I say, her circling me is not helping me to think clearly. The combination of alcohol and having to keep turning to face her is making my head swim.

"I don't have any," Blair says bluntly, "I'm all alone, as are you."

Even through my drunken haze, I feel my better sense telling me to leave.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, "but I have to go." I turn to walk away but suddenly the girl is in front of me.

"You're not going," she says as I back away, "you see everyone thinks I'm evil. No one thinks I can be selfless, do something for others. And you know what? They're right. I'm evil, I'm a bitch. I give up. I am who I am. Or what I am." She walks towards me until I am backed up against the wall. She is so close that I can smell her. If I wasn't terrified, I'd probably like the scent.

"I'm sure that's not true," I say slowly, carefully.

Blair laughs, almost manic like, "you have no idea who you are dealing with."

"What...what do you want from me?" I whimper.

"This is what they think I will do, so I'll do it," she hisses, a horrible vicious sound, her eyes narrow on my neck, "It's what I'm meant to do," she's talking to herself now, "just do it. It's what I'm meant for. It's what he says I'll end up doing anyway."

I try and make a run for it but she pins me up against the wall. She's so strong that I swear I feel my arms break below her grip. She hisses again. I close my eyes, and suddenly wish I hadn't cheated on my boyfriend tonight, I wish that I could see him again and tell him how much I love him.

"Blair!" a voice says as a guy appears in the street behind her, he looks at me being held by her and suddenly lunges at her, knocking her so I am released from her hold.

"Edward!" Blair screams back and she lands with a hard thud on the ground, "what are you doing?"

Edward stands over her, "You do this Blair and we might not be able to bring you back."

"So?" Blair stands up, "This is what you said I would do? You said that I would always become this!"

I want to run, but they are both blocking my exit from the ally, and I know that I won't be fast enough to get past them. I look around wildly trying to find another escape route. The sudden adrenaline rush helps to numb the pain in my arms.

"I didn't mean it," Edwards says, "I just said it to hurt you."

"Mission accomplished," Blair says, "Now leave." Blair is suddenly next to me again holding me against her body, pushing my head aside so my neck is exposed. Her grip around my arms causes them to burn with pain again.

"Please! Help me!" I scream at the boy.

"You're not a monster!" Edward shouts. At the same time thunder roars and I'm not sure if it is the rattle of the thunder or Edward's claim that makes Blair stop.

"You said I was!" Blair yells back as the rain falls from the sky, "You think I am!"

"I know," Edward says, "I do."

There is silence for a moment before Blair whispers, "You do?"

I panic hearing this; he thinks she will kill me?

"Wait," Edward shakes his head. "I don't."

"You just said-"Blair begins but Edward cuts her off.

"It's you," Edward says, "You just made me think that."

"What?" Blair asks.

"I've said it before, but it was only then that I truly believed it. You made me think it." Edward says.

Blair's grip loosens on me as Edward continues. I don't dare try and run yet.

"Today, you said I wasn't made and suddenly I wasn't. When we first met you, you said we could leave you in New York and everything would be ok and Carlisle almost agreed. You didn't want me to read your thoughts, and now I can't. You can control our thoughts," Edward's eyes grow wide.

Blair cries out at this realisation and lets me go. I allow myself to fall into Edwards arms, which steady me.

"Help me," I ask. Edward has not taken his eyes off Blair who has sunk to her knees in the now flooded alley.

"Run, don't look back. Go to bed and forget this night," Edward says and releases me and steps towards Blair. I begin to run as fast as I can from the alley, I don't look back but the last thing I hear is Blair's uncontrollable sobs and Edward's voice reassuring her.