So, this fanfiction is a crossover of Gossip Girl and the Vampire Diaries, because I love the idea of Damon and Blair (not as much as I love Donnie or Chair, but...) so anyways onwards...
Chapter 1: Where the hell is this, she thought as the taxi jostled its way across the town. So the airport screwed up her flight ticket to Paris and she got on the wrong flight. Reliable service is what the stupid airport needed. She needed to sue, and she was, but she had no idea where she was.
"Excuse me, but where exactly is this place?" she asked, tossing her pretty brown hair over her shoulder.
"Mystic Falls," he said in a dull voice. "Town in Virginia."
"Yeah, I know I'm in Virginia," she frowned. She had never heard of Mystic Falls. Stupid plane ride and the only flight they could book her was two weeks from today. And she would have to fly in economy. She was annoyed, and anyone knew better than to annoy the Queen B. "Where are you going to dump me? I have no where to stay...in fact I'm supposed to be in Paris's The Ritz, but now look..." she threw her arms up in despair. The driver nodded, barely paying attention to the drama queen in the back. But something that had caught his ear was that she didn't know where she was going. He grinned to himself. "I should have just stayed in New York...so much better than this pathetic town!" She glared at the seat in front of her, as if that would make her feel better. She groaned. She, Blair Waldorf, was in a stupid town in Virginia with no where to stay. The driver came to an abrupt stop.
"There's a lodge, near here. Let's get out and go."
"Hysterical and extremely believable, but sorry no. I'm not in the mood to be raped," Blair snapped. She would've been scared, but at the minute she was too angry too even care. The driver rolled his eyes and pulled open the car door. He got out and yanked open the back door and pulled her out. Blair opened her mouth and let out a high- pitched and very loud scream. "Let go of me, you moron!"
"Shut up!" the driver yelled. Some other guys came out of nowhere. Great, Blair thought. She grabbed desperately for her cell phone. One of the guys tried to pull it out of her hand, but she ended up biting his finger instead. She drew his blood and some landed on her tongue. Now, I'm going to get some kind of infection, she thought. The guy glared at her.
"Bitch! So you like it rough...I can play rough," the guy bellowed in her face. Blair coughed as the smell of cheap beer filled her nostrils. She was trying to think fast, and she couldn't panic or she wouldn't remember a thing. Then she heard the noise of wings, like a bird's wings. Blair frowned looking for a way to distract the guys. They had tightened their grip on her, so she was choking for oxygen. Blair felt herself faint and collapse.
She woke up, her bags surrounding her, on a hospital bed. As her vision focused in, she saw her suitcases on the other side of the room. How did I get here? She wondered, looking around the room. It was dull, with no color and just by looking at it Blair was bored. Her memory from the previous night was blurred. She had been attacked by some drunken guys; her driver had been drunk to, for all she knew. But the question still remained in her head. Had someone saved her? A nurse walked in.
"Hello, I see you are awake," she smiled. Blair frowned at her.
"How did I get here?" she asked.
"Someone saved you... don't ask me who, I have no idea," the nurse said. Blair frowned at the nurse.
"Is there anyone I can ask, about this?" she snapped. "And, did you contact my mother or something..."
"Yes, we were able to contact your mother, she's worried.'
"Can you tell her, to come and pick me up?" Blair was literally screaming of pain and of anger.
"Oh, she's booked you proper lodgings, but you can't go back, it seems until two weeks."
"And that would be the fault of the stupid airlines!"
"Can I get you anything to eat or drink, perhaps...?”
"Just go!" Blair bellowed. The nurse scurried out, leaving Blair to her thoughts. Who was her mysterious savior? She saw a black crow land on her windowsill. She frowned at it, and yelled,
"Shoo!" but it stayed planted where it was. She grabbed a pillow and through it at the bird. This time it flew off. "Stupid bird!" Blair mumbled. "Why am I damned to such a fate?"