This is the final chapter...
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of the characters in The Vampire Diaries or Gossip Girl. I do not take credit for any of the plot similarities to either show/ book (particularly TVD, in the case of this story.) Anyways I hope you enjoy the conclusion to "The Lady and the Vamp"
Chapter 9: The sun streamed through the door, as Damon swung it open, a sly smile planted on his face. Next to him, looking beautiful and fresh was Blair Waldorf. She felt better than she had for over a week, since she had been transformed. In fact, she felt better than she had for her entire life. Damon looked back over his shoulder at Stefan, who looked extremely worried. None of this was a good idea, Stefan had known. Transforming Blair, telling her to feed her addiction to human blood, instead of working on her restraint, and giving her the ring. It was just going to cause problems, really big ones, which Stefan knew would be impossible to solve. Through his eyes he pleaded uselessly with Damon, who just smiled and walked out, hand in hand with Blair. The two got into Damon's sleek, shiny car, which he drove at bullet speed. Stefan closed his eyes, as by doing this the whole incident with Blair would have not occurred; life for her would not be ruined. For Stefan was always thinking ahead. How was she supposed to New York like this? How would she explain to her friends and family that she couldn't return? She was clever enough to lengthen her stay with manipulative lies, but she couldn't stay here forever. Stefan sat on an arm chair, contemplating the options he had to help Blair.
Damon pulled up to the curb, by the Mystic Grill. Just in time for "lunch," he grinned to himself. Of course most people didn't take shots of Tequila at noon, but vampires didn't count as "most people." Besides, Damon wasn't least bit inclined to attack someone in a very public place. He got out of the car and walked into the Mystic Grill, Blair at his heels. They walked in, with such an elegant flair. Caroline Forbes was there visiting Matt Donovan at the Grill. Her jaw dropped open as she saw her "ex" boyfriend (if anyone could call him that) walk in with Blair. She shook her head as if to make sure that he really was walking in with a girl like that. Bonnie, who was lunching at the Grill, turned her head and frowned. At this point, she was beginning to suspect that this girl had more use to Damon that just one of his usual "toys". Damon ignoring the gawking Caroline and suspicious Bonnie; took his seat at the bar. Blair took off her sunglasses, perching them on her head.
"Two shots of Tequila," she said in a bored voice to the bartender. It was obviously his first time, as he gave her an odd look, but still carried on with the order. Bonnie narrowed her eyes. She was searching the girl's face, for any sort of deception. Much to her frustration, there was none. Damon could be controlling her mind, but there was something about this girl, about her manner, that gave Bonnie a completely different idea. She shook the idea off, as she finished her lunch and headed out the door.
After Damon and Blair's drink they returned home, finding the house empty, as Stefan had gone out to see Elena. Blair flung herself on the couch, kicking off her Jimmy Choo heels. Damon smirked at her, as he sat across from her on the arm chair.
"What?" she said, as he continued to give her smirks.
"You."
"What, I'm tired. Tequila doesn't fill my appetite."
"Hmm...Well, you get your share of "food" later."
"I wasn't even complaining."
"I know," Damon grinned. Blair glared at him, but she couldn't help the laugh she executed. He came over and sat next to her. He reached over and their lips met, but briefly. When they broke apart, the moment had passed. To both of them it was far from enough, but enough would be Blair's definition of passionate sex. Damon stretched his legs out and Blair pulled up her feet off the ground and flexed them on his lap. Just then Stefan bolted through the door, and Damon frowned looking up at him.
"Blair, have you figured out what you are going to do?" Stefan exclaimed matter-of-factly. Blair raised one eyebrow. Of course she knew what he was referring to, but why let him know.
"About what?" she asked innocently.
"About your entire life which you left behind."
"Ah, little brother," Damon said. "Always worrying like hell."
"Damon, I wouldn't expect you to understand. This is about her life and the ones she loved," Stefan snapped impatiently.
"Why wouldn't I understand?" Damon asked amused. Stefan turned on his brother so fast and with so much rage, but he didn't attack. It wasn't in his nature to do so, unless he was extremely angry.
"Because you were the one who got her in this mess. You didn't stop to think about all the other problems it was going to cause. No. All that was important was that you get a fellow vampire who you hunt with and have occasional sex, when you’re not using your compulsion on a human." Damon was slightly taken aback, by Stefan's anger, but he didn't let on. He didn't even get angry, he just laughed,
"Well, Stefan, I have to say you know me too well." Stefan hadn't expected to get a different reaction from Damon, when he stated the plain truth. Still, however, he was slightly disappointed. Blair seemed to be completely oblivious to this conversation. But she wasn't. Finally she spoke, directing her words at Stefan,
"Thanks for the concern, but being who I am, I'm perfectly capable of knowing what I want. And I'm not returning to New York. I have it all set up. I promise you have absolutely nothing to worry about." And with that she walked up the stairs, beckoning Damon to follow. He did, and finally, Blair knew, she had gotten what she wanted. Stefan watched them climb up the stairs and he felt the feeling of defeat wash over him. The right thing never seemed to triumph over the wrong thing.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of the characters in The Vampire Diaries or Gossip Girl. I do not take credit for any of the plot similarities to either show/ book (particularly TVD, in the case of this story.) Anyways I hope you enjoy the conclusion to "The Lady and the Vamp"
Chapter 9: The sun streamed through the door, as Damon swung it open, a sly smile planted on his face. Next to him, looking beautiful and fresh was Blair Waldorf. She felt better than she had for over a week, since she had been transformed. In fact, she felt better than she had for her entire life. Damon looked back over his shoulder at Stefan, who looked extremely worried. None of this was a good idea, Stefan had known. Transforming Blair, telling her to feed her addiction to human blood, instead of working on her restraint, and giving her the ring. It was just going to cause problems, really big ones, which Stefan knew would be impossible to solve. Through his eyes he pleaded uselessly with Damon, who just smiled and walked out, hand in hand with Blair. The two got into Damon's sleek, shiny car, which he drove at bullet speed. Stefan closed his eyes, as by doing this the whole incident with Blair would have not occurred; life for her would not be ruined. For Stefan was always thinking ahead. How was she supposed to New York like this? How would she explain to her friends and family that she couldn't return? She was clever enough to lengthen her stay with manipulative lies, but she couldn't stay here forever. Stefan sat on an arm chair, contemplating the options he had to help Blair.
Damon pulled up to the curb, by the Mystic Grill. Just in time for "lunch," he grinned to himself. Of course most people didn't take shots of Tequila at noon, but vampires didn't count as "most people." Besides, Damon wasn't least bit inclined to attack someone in a very public place. He got out of the car and walked into the Mystic Grill, Blair at his heels. They walked in, with such an elegant flair. Caroline Forbes was there visiting Matt Donovan at the Grill. Her jaw dropped open as she saw her "ex" boyfriend (if anyone could call him that) walk in with Blair. She shook her head as if to make sure that he really was walking in with a girl like that. Bonnie, who was lunching at the Grill, turned her head and frowned. At this point, she was beginning to suspect that this girl had more use to Damon that just one of his usual "toys". Damon ignoring the gawking Caroline and suspicious Bonnie; took his seat at the bar. Blair took off her sunglasses, perching them on her head.
"Two shots of Tequila," she said in a bored voice to the bartender. It was obviously his first time, as he gave her an odd look, but still carried on with the order. Bonnie narrowed her eyes. She was searching the girl's face, for any sort of deception. Much to her frustration, there was none. Damon could be controlling her mind, but there was something about this girl, about her manner, that gave Bonnie a completely different idea. She shook the idea off, as she finished her lunch and headed out the door.
After Damon and Blair's drink they returned home, finding the house empty, as Stefan had gone out to see Elena. Blair flung herself on the couch, kicking off her Jimmy Choo heels. Damon smirked at her, as he sat across from her on the arm chair.
"What?" she said, as he continued to give her smirks.
"You."
"What, I'm tired. Tequila doesn't fill my appetite."
"Hmm...Well, you get your share of "food" later."
"I wasn't even complaining."
"I know," Damon grinned. Blair glared at him, but she couldn't help the laugh she executed. He came over and sat next to her. He reached over and their lips met, but briefly. When they broke apart, the moment had passed. To both of them it was far from enough, but enough would be Blair's definition of passionate sex. Damon stretched his legs out and Blair pulled up her feet off the ground and flexed them on his lap. Just then Stefan bolted through the door, and Damon frowned looking up at him.
"Blair, have you figured out what you are going to do?" Stefan exclaimed matter-of-factly. Blair raised one eyebrow. Of course she knew what he was referring to, but why let him know.
"About what?" she asked innocently.
"About your entire life which you left behind."
"Ah, little brother," Damon said. "Always worrying like hell."
"Damon, I wouldn't expect you to understand. This is about her life and the ones she loved," Stefan snapped impatiently.
"Why wouldn't I understand?" Damon asked amused. Stefan turned on his brother so fast and with so much rage, but he didn't attack. It wasn't in his nature to do so, unless he was extremely angry.
"Because you were the one who got her in this mess. You didn't stop to think about all the other problems it was going to cause. No. All that was important was that you get a fellow vampire who you hunt with and have occasional sex, when you’re not using your compulsion on a human." Damon was slightly taken aback, by Stefan's anger, but he didn't let on. He didn't even get angry, he just laughed,
"Well, Stefan, I have to say you know me too well." Stefan hadn't expected to get a different reaction from Damon, when he stated the plain truth. Still, however, he was slightly disappointed. Blair seemed to be completely oblivious to this conversation. But she wasn't. Finally she spoke, directing her words at Stefan,
"Thanks for the concern, but being who I am, I'm perfectly capable of knowing what I want. And I'm not returning to New York. I have it all set up. I promise you have absolutely nothing to worry about." And with that she walked up the stairs, beckoning Damon to follow. He did, and finally, Blair knew, she had gotten what she wanted. Stefan watched them climb up the stairs and he felt the feeling of defeat wash over him. The right thing never seemed to triumph over the wrong thing.