Summary: Basically it's the general story line of Twilight with an exiled Blair in the place of Bella and tons more fun because of her naturally selfish, manipulative, materialistic personality. But don't think that this is going to be Twilight verbatim. It will stick to twilight as much as possible but because Blair is different the course of the story is too. Things are going to happen completely differently!

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Sunday:

Spotted; Blair Waldorf being carried out of Café Pierre while crying and thrashing like a patient in an insane asylum. Better watch out B, after being spotted last night in a drunken public tiff with Chuck Bass and today, you might just end up in the coup.

Here's to the ladies who brunch

-G.G.

XoXo

Eleanor Waldorf sat rather stiffly across from her smug and unrepentant daughter in the upscale restaurant overlooking central park. Whimsical in taste as usual and still suffering from a brutal hangover, Blair had chosen to wear a black vintage dress a la Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's, satin gloves, a large wide brimmed white hat similar to something the blue bloods of Britain would wear at a horse race, and of course her large black Dior shades. To Blair, this was her version of going "incognito" after her shame after last night's ball.

As her eyes darted around the fashionable restaurant suspiciously, she could swear she saw people whipping out their cell phones and laughing at her over the latest Gossip Girl post. To be truthful, Blair quite liked the attention she was getting, even if it was a form of infamy. But by the look on Eleanor's face, her mother was far from amused.

Blair yawned affectedly over her truffle omelet. "What will it be now mother; a trip to France to stay with father until everything clears," she asked in her haughty manner. Really, if there was anything she hated it was when her mother actually decided to be a parent and punish her- how bourgeois!

Anyway it wasn't as if Blair was actually the type of teenager that garnered punishments. Up until Serena's return, Blair had always behaved herself like an adult- the kinds she'd often watched in glamorous old Hollywood movies. She was the ever-classy Blair Waldorf. She wore silk instead of jeans, pearls, and classic designer labels.

"Blair, ever since Serena returned you've been out of control and I'm afraid your friends here have only been a bad influence on you," her mother began and Blair did have enough respect for her mother to appear contrite. "I'm sending you away for the rest of the school year and maybe if you behave you can come back your senior year hopefully more focused on getting into Yale than boys and parties."

Blair tensed immediately. Something in her mother's tone frightened her. It wasn't as if she had any objections to going away. A trip would be just what she needed fuel gossip until her ultimate return to her throne as the queen bee. And God knows she needed to get far away from Chuck Bass and his manipulative measures.

"And I'm not sending you off to Europe with your father. God knows he'll only spoil you and make things worse," Eleanor added and Blair could only pout impetuously. Foiled again. "I'm sending you to live with your uncle far away from the Upper East Side."

"Oh you mean your brother in the Hamptons?" she asked, perking up to the prospect of staying close to all of the action.

"No your uncle Charlie in Forks," she announced and Blair's eyebrows knitted in confusion.

Her daughter began to breathe heavily and swallowed several loud gulps of water before asking, "I-is that in Europe?"

"No, it's in the state of Washington," she informed her daughter and there was a loud clink as her silver utensil dropped to the porcelain plate. The loud clatter garnered several stares from the surrounding haut ton, forcing Eleanor to lower her voice. "And this is not up for discussion. You've been transferred to Forks High. I booked your flight and you'll be leaving at the end of the week Blair- and yes, your father agrees too so don't try calling him."

Blair deflated like a punctured balloon. Inside she wanted to wail and cry out to the heavens for cursing her with such a cruel mother who would exile her daughter to the savage wilds of Washington. Forks, a town that she'd never even heard of and to a public school, no less. Did they even have a Saks or even a Barney's? But alas, she was in public and already drawing attention to herself with her histrionic gasping.

She narrowed her eyes at her mother accusingly. "Did you bring me to Café Pierre because you knew I would not make a scene," she breathed out a hissing whisper while shooting her mother a mutinous glare. Her mother averted her eyes guiltily.

But Blair was never one to revel in her circumstance, instead she immediately began searching for loopholes, accepting the fact her exile was inevitable. "Will Dorato be coming with me," she asked, referring to her maid since childhood.

Eleanor shook her head and prepared for an outburst. "No…lets discuss the details outside, shall we," and then called for the check hastily.

Blair's naturally dark eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Why not? I can't simply trust that Charlie's servants are adequate." And also, although she knew she shouldn't, she thought of Dorato as hers. Where she went Dorato went.

"Your uncle doesn't have servants," Eleanor whispered while looked around frantically for the waiter with the check. Her daughter demanded further explanation and she confessed. "Charlie is not rich, he's a common police officer and it'll do you some good to-"

That sent her flying over the edge. Blair collapsed, her head almost hitting the marble floor until the waiter caught her and it took several people to carry her out, sobbing and wrenching, and stuff her into the back seat of her private car.

XoXo

Spotted: B channeling her inner Little Red in a very fashionable red coat. Oh and is that the big bad Chuck Bass I spy trailing her outside central park…

XoXo

"Serena we have to talk." Blair rushed into her best friend's bedroom a frantic mess to find no other than lonely boy Dan Humphrey with his middle class tongue down her throat. They were a bit too tardy in breaking apart for her taste so she stomped her heel impatiently.

Dan begrudgingly pulled away from Serena only to be stared down by her tyrannous friend Blair. "Talk about what; your bad timing, knocking maybe?"

Being all too used to his snarky commends, Blair just gave an exasperated huff and waved him off. "Be gone, barrio boy."

"Blair, I live in west Manhattan- that's hardly a Mexican ghetto."

"Are you still here?" Dan rolled his eyes prompting Blair to ignore him fully. "I'm being exiled!" she wailed theatrically.

"To where- Guantanamo Bay, I hope," Dan muttered wryly under his breath.

"Dan" Serena gave her boyfriend that pleading look, making him feel compelled, despite himself, to leave quickly just to keep the peace.

"What is it Blair? Oh my God! Have you been crying?" Serena padded across her bedroom and put her arms around her friend who fell to pieces in her arms blubbering something about being sent to live in abject poverty.

"Of course Blair's day would just get worse. As she pounded her low heels down the tree lined sidewalk none other than Chuck Bass rolled up in his limo. He lowered the window and motioned for her to get in and she bristled.

"Chuck I'm not getting into that car with you, now go away," she growled and continued walking but the blasted limo just kept on leisurely trailing her.

"Blair…"

… Careful B, not all wolves are the literal kind.

There was a snap as her left heel broke, almost tipping her balance. Foreign hands reached out to steady her. She gathered herself indignantly and finally halted her steps, whirling to face the ever smug Chuck Bass. "Chuck- because of you I'm getting sent off to live with my uncle- happy now?"

He could have been shocked by her news but he hid whatever reaction well and quite frankly Blair didn't give a damn what he thought. "Now if you'll excuse me I have to go tell Nathaniel the horrible news."

"Nate's with Vanessa." He said her name deliberately and it was like she could feel him literally twisting a knife deeper into her already tender heart. For a moment he just watched her eyes intently; his little sadistic side needing to see every little bit of hurt the news wrested from her frigid exterior.

Blair shrugged. "Nate's free to be with whomever he wants. Even if it is with Cheapside girl." That was a bitter attempt to be blasé and they both knew it.

"Get in the car with me, Blair." This time Chuck wasn't asking.

Her eyes surrendered before her body did and she somehow found herself in his limo going to his hotel with him. He flipped open his phone smugly and told his assistant to cancel his engagements for the evening without another word.

XoXo

Saturday: Forks

Blair exited the airport dressed casually in a cream Ralf Lauren polo shirt, a black pleated skirt and ballet flats with her long chestnut hair down her back in loose curls. She looked out at the glum clouds and the sea of…gag…American cars and gave a martyred sigh. So this was the cross she was to bare for her bad behavior.

It didn't take her long to spot her mother's eldest brother. They were very few people of Anglo Saxon descent that had her dark, almost black, eyes. Charlie waved at her, mustache and all. She gave another sigh and slumped over to him. She was glad that he didn't try to hug her or anything. Instead he stood stiffly and motioned for the police car.

"Only two bags," he mused as he stuffed her Louis Vuitton carry-ons into the back seat. "Wow you must have missed Eleanor's genes."

"Hardly," she sighed to herself and half heartedly snapped for the airport employees she'd commandeered to bring the rest of her bags. They arrived shortly after with the rest of said bags and Charlie's mouth nearly fell to the floor in shock. He shook it off however and began begrudgingly loading bag after bag until there was no room. The last of which had to sit up front with Blair who was too miserable to notice.

The ride was relatively silent. Charlie wasn't much of a small talker which suited Blair just fine. She hated nervous chatter and any attempt to lighten the situation would just make her feel worse. As Blair stared out of the window in despair, watching the bleak scenery she likened herself to the great Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday; leaving her palace for an adventure amongst the common people. She sighed again. If Audrey can do it so can she. But the minute she passed by a wooden carving of a bear she lost her will and started sobbing and wailing, "I can't do this."

Poor Charlie had no experience whatsoever with teenage girls, especially high society ones like his niece. He figured his small town life would be a shock to her so he wasn't offended with her dramatic weeping.

They arrived shortly to Charlie small but comfortable house. Blair stood stiffly, looking up at it whist sniffling into her embroidered handkerchief, as Charlie carried her bags through the house. In her head she heard the saddening notes of Moonlight Sonata as she ascended the porch steps. Like Marie Antoinette to the guillotine, she followed Charlie up the stairs to her bedroom.

"Bathrooms down the hall," he announced and she cringed at the thought of not having her own private bathroom. "And here's your room. It's not much but."

"You decorated?" Blair asked with an astonished expression on her face as she looked at the tiny room she'd half expected to be a cellar. Charlie shrugged and it was obvious that he was uncomfortable. It wasn't anything near her palatial room in New York but it had been cheerfully decorated with painted walls, a shiny sateen purple comforter, and little decorative knick knacks that looked as if he had a sales woman at a department store help him with. It was all adequate at best but still the gesture surprised her. "Thank you," she breathed and her voice still sounded shocked. People just didn't do nice things for her- not unless they were the hired help. It surprised her.

"The saleswoman at target said you might like purple," he shrugged out. "If you don't like it I can take it back and…"

"No gosh no," she said quickly. "Purple is fine- royal even." She gave him a genuine smile of thanks and he shifted uncomfortably on his feet. Charlie was absolutely lost and had no clue how to interact with the young girl.

Thankfully for him a loud horn outside interrupted their moment. He motioned for her to follow him to see his longtime friend Billy Black and son Jacob pulling into the driveway in an old rusty truck.

Jacob got out first and helped his father into his wheelchair while Blair stood awkwardly aloof watching their friendly interaction. Jacob noticed her first and gave her an appreciative glance over and Blair had to admit the russet colored boy with long black locks was decidedly beautiful. If he were a few years older she would've definitely been up for a game of Cowboys and Indians with him.

His attention garnered introductions. "Blair, meet Billy Black and his son Jacob. Billy, this is my sister's daughter I've been telling you about, Blair."

Blair smiled politely and nodded grandly, giving a little curtsey which garnered a strange side glance from Billy to Charlie who rolled his eyes.

"Blair, Billy just sold me this truck. I figured you needed a way to get to school."

Blair gasped and stared at the metal heap which was to be her first car in horror. Back home she never had use for a car- nobody did in New York. Instead she'd had her own private driver to take her anywhere and relied on cabs when she didn't. Still, again the gesture was rather heartwarming.

Jacob laughed at her shocked expression and said, "You do know how to drive don't you princess?"

"Of course I know how to drive," she said and rolled her eyes but then added, "Well…maybe I need a little freshening up."

"Thought so," Jacob chuckled, smiling warmly. His smile immediately reminded her of the son over the Hamptons at summer time. "Here get in, and I'll show you a few pointers."

Blair looked to Charlie who had half disappeared into the house with Billy then climbed into the large death trap hesitantly. Jacob followed suit and she groaned when she realized it was a stick shift.

After spending the better part of an hour acclimating herself to the half century old truck from a boy who wasn't old enough to drive, Blair was sure she had the hang of it.

"Well, Jacob Black," she said, turning in toward Jacob majestically, "It seems you and I are going to be friends. In any case a friend won't hurt in a new school."

"Oh I don't go to your school, I go to school on the reservation," he said passively and she groaned. Now she was going to have to start from scratch in a new school. What's an exiled queen bee to do?

AN: So how'd you like it? I tried extra hard to capture Blaire's retro way of speaking, theatrical mannerisms, and haughtiness. Please REVIEW and let me know if you want me to continue this.

AN: This will be updated regularly by the way. Maybe every Friday, sooner if I get lots of reviews. And as for my Chicago readers it's still on hiatus for another 3 weeks until school is out for me. This story has already been mostly written.

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