"My Evening Star" Prologue

Rating: T, just to be safe

Summary: An old face has reappeared on the UES, one that hasn't been seen in five years, and it isn't before long before he begins to cozy up to Blair. However, there is more to this boy than it seems, and Chuck is not about to trust him. After all, Will Kensington seems just a bit too fond of Blair for Chuck's taste, bordering on the line of manic obsession….

Takes Place: Oi, I'm really not sure yet. Probably right after Episode 5, or at least at a time where Blair has really been shoved down and stomped on and doesn't have anyone to turn too.

Couples: Chuck and Blair for sure. And probably some Serena and Dan as well, eventually.

As A Note: This is my first multi-chapter fic. I typically enjoy oneshots but I have really been having a dry spell lately on the idea front, yet have had this in my head for awhile. I know the whole obsesser thing is done over and over, but I always like them anyways xD I find them to be really fun, so here's my own attempt

Of course, the constant reminder: I don't own Gossip Girl, or Blair. Or Chuck. (so sad) Or really anything of value. I guess Will is mine, but eh, I don't think I really want him.

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Evening Star, Edgar Allan Poe

'Twas noontide of summer,

And mid-time of night;

And stars, in their orbits,

Shone pale, thro' the light

Of the brighter, cold moon,

'Mid planets her slaves,

Herself in the Heavens,

Her beam on the waves.

I gazed awhile

On her cold smile;

Too cold- too cold for me-

There pass'd, as a shroud,

A fleecy cloud,

And I turned away to thee,

Proud Evening Star,

In thy glory afar,

And dearer thy beam shall be;

For joy to my heart

Is the proud part

Thou bearest in Heaven at night,

And more I admire

Thy distant fire,

Than that colder, lowly light.

It's been five years since I last saw her. Five years since I looked into her dark eyes, smelled her intoxicating perfume, or gently stroked the ends of her chestnut curls.

Time has passed. My life has completely altered. I'm not the weak, pathetic little boy I'm used to be. No one calls me "Billy" anymore and they haven't for some time. Billy has long been dead, replaced by a much stronger, indomitable man…a man who knows what he wants and always get's it.

I never used to be this way. There was a time when I really was just "Billy," a small, frail boy who never meant anything to anyone. I used to spend my days, surrounded by my classmates, yearning to be more. I wanted to be suave. I wanted to be attractive. I wanted to be charming.

Because she was all that. Class, poise, beauty. She was the epitome of perfection from her perfect white stocking to her lace headband. Her. My Evening Star. She was like heaven herself, but she was too cold - too cold for me. I could only gaze upon her longingly from afar, entranced by her distant fire.

I wasn't like Serena Van der Woodsen, the naïve little blond who she let dance around her singing and skipping. I definitively wasn't Nathaniel Archibald, who would shyly hold her hand from time to time. But above all, I wasn't that despised Chuck Bass, who I hated more than the rest. I can't count how many times I would fume when I saw him sneak on over to her while shooting me dark glances and whisper in her ear, causing her to giggle wickedly. I hated him more than anything.

I know I was nothing like any of those three. Those three who she kept so close. Her friends, her allies, her constant companions…and her future betrayers. There was a time I pined to be like them, but I no longer wish for this. I would never want to be like the people who have caused her so much pain.

Though I may not have been around in the last five years, I have kept careful tabs on my former life since my yearning for her has never ceased. Despite us being apart, I was furious to read the stories about how her wretched friend Serena and the ever obtuse Nate broke her heart. I have also read how that Chuck Bass destroyed her time and time again, and shook with rage.

How could the privileged people she allowed in her life abuse her so? How could anyone hurt my Evening Star? Already she was so cold… a true Snow Maiden..an Ice Goddess… a Frost Queen…must they continue in her freezing?

But no more. No more. I'm back now and I will not allow them to hurt what I know to be mine. Perhaps there was a time when I was too weak to stand up and make my claim, but not anymore and never again. They will suffer for what they did. There is no way to stop me.

Because I am no longer just "Billy." Never again will I be frail, meek, or pathetic. I am a man now who knows what he wants. Who has always known what he wants, and this time I'm going to get it.

Blair Waldorf, my Evening Star, will be mine.

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That was just the prologue…kind of a foreshadow of what is too come. Sorry if it's a bit unspecific and a little cliché but please review if you want, nonetheless! And thanks for reading.