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After the bane of my existence, well rather Bass of my existence, had declared he would be taking me home so he could tend to the blisters which had formed around my eyes due to the sunlight making direct contact with my skin, I decided it was best to just go with it because truthfully I was in no mood to embark in a verbal showdown with Chuck Bass, especially today due to the fact I had other things on my mind; Important things such as finding out exactly why I suddenly seemed allergic to direct sunlight or bright light of any kind now that I think of it, and why every time I tried to eat or drink something it had the aftertaste of ash and left me more hungry or thirsty than I was before.

knew I wasn't dead because I still had the need to breathe, I tested the theory when I woke up this morning by holding my breath to see what would happen and my heart was still beating so technically I was alive and human to some degree, but what exactly was that degree and what exactly did all of this mean for my future? Was I a hybrid of some sort? Would I die? Could I die? Did have supernatural powers like those characters in the comic books Nate used to read all the time when we were younger? Would I end up like those creatures Anne Rice was famous for writing about or was being a vampire more like those Twilight books I'd caught Dorota reading from time to time? Somehow I couldn't picture Chuck as anything like Edward Cullen; a point in his favor if you ask me.

"You're thinking to much Waldorf." I was snapped out of my thoughts as the limo came to a stop in front of the hotel Chuck called home. "I can see the wheels spinning, practically taste all your different concerns and worries swirling around in there. You really should relax Blair, I can help with that if you want."

"I'd rather die." I snapped pushing his hand from my thigh. "For real this time around; that is how much I despise you."

"Say it again." His smirk was all sex as he slowly raked his eyes slowly up and down over my body. "I love it when you try to lie to yourself and do you want to know why? I love it because you try so hard to make whatever you're lying about sound real, but no matter how sincere you may make yourself sound, you never can quite get your eyes to match your mouth; it's actually rather adorable."

Usually I wouldn't let his leech like behavior or off all the wall comments get to me, but there was something in his eyes, something in my gut, that reacted or at least wanted to react, but I managed to tamper down those urges, whatever they may be, with all the self control I could muster; I had learned at a very young age how to curb my not so lady like desire. In the world we lived in I had to or else I would have ended up like Serena or worse, like my mother.

Choosing to ignore his statement and the obvious taunt tossed her way, Blair squared her shoulders and raised her eyes until they were locked with his own dark ones. "Why did you save me?"

"Why does it matter so long you keep breathing?" His reply was sharp almost angry and defensive to a degree I'd never seen before when it came to Charles Bass.

I could tell my question had unnerved him with the way he shifted from foot to foot. It was funny thinking that of all the things I could do, it was one simple question which could knock him off his rocker. I suppose in a way it was understand due to the fact he was not used to emotions. For a split second I actually began to feel bad for him, but then I remembered who I was dealing with and anything I felt that could have been seen as guilt or empathy vanished and I was back on track. There was no way he was going to try and worm his way of answering me, not this time.

Crossing my arms I shot him a look I had been told on several occasions was very intimidating. "Why won't you answer truthfully instead of skittering around the topic?"

As expected Chuck smirked not at all intimidated by my death glare. "Why do you need an answer so desperately?"

"Who says I do?" This time I was the one smirking. If he wanted to play hardball then game on because I was done letting anyone run my life anymore. Things were different now, I was different now even though I wasn't exactly sure what that meant.

Moving like a panther Chuck had backed me up against the door to his suite, I hadn't even realized we made it that far inside yet. His hands came to rest on either side of my head effectively boxing me in. "Did you really just say that out loud?"

I could feel my heart rate pick up as his face lowered closer and closer to mine until not even an inch separated us. "Chuck, stop playing games and just answer the damn question."

"What if I'm not ready to quit the game?" His gaze flickered down to my lips for the briefest of moments. "What if I want to take the game to a whole new level?"

Shaking my head I placed my hands on his chest attempting to push him away. "Chuck-"

"Don't." My eyes widened upon hearing his tone. "Don't stand there and act as if you don't feel it too. You can feel something between us has changed. I feel it to and what's worse is the fact I am actually admitting to feeling something so don't ruin it Waldorf, just don't."

TBC...

AN: I know this chapter was really short, but since I am getting back to this story I figured a nice warm up would work for right now. Also, I haven't felt like writing at all lately because well we found out my mom is sick, like really maybe life threatening sick and I am trying to process that so please bear with me if it takes me a while to get back in to the swing of things.

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