Blazed Book 1 Of 2 (Completed)

Chapter 2

Blair peeped over the top of her mother's shoulder as she held her in a bone crushing hug. Weeping louder the longer they stayed in each other's arms. "Mom, I have to get going now."

She releases Blair hesitantly and smiles at her with glossy red eyes. "Be safe, and don't become like your father. I don't think I could survive another even like his."

"I won't."

"Stay clear of perverted men. They only bring trouble."

Blair smiled at her mother. Taking in her ginger locks that added wonderfully to her mother's fair complexion.

"Flight 1017 to New York now boarding."

Blair arrived in New York late afternoon. The sky was beginning to set and the air was just a bit chilly. Since she didn't bring that much of her stuff with her it didn't take her too long to unpack at her already purchased studio. She had decided to go out and explore the city with her free time. Looking through a variety of stores and bakeries which had a pretty good amount of people within them.

Though the crowds of people weren't in her favor she did enjoy the various forms of entertainment that awaited every corner. Magicians, dancers, musicians and artists willing to share their skills with people that walked past them.

Blair had already been walking for hours when she happened to make her way across a talented young male in the center of the city. One that immediately caught her attention at the sound of his electric guitar and soothing raspy voice. Blair took a seat on a bench nearby and watched as he strummed complicated looking chords and sang along to a song she could recognize as being Heart shaped box by: Nirvana. Women around her grinning and blushing as they listened intently to him. His good looks probably playing some part in his performance.

As he started to finish up the song people began to leave. Not one giving him a tip which in a way shocked Blair. All they did was get pictures with him and applaud him. He was brilliant, not to mention incredibly hot. Why hadn't they given him anything?

Blair pulled out a fifty from her pocket and made her way over to him as he started putting his guitar back into its case. His attention entirely focused on what he was doing.

"Uh excuse me, where should I put this?"

The man glanced at her and raised a curious eyebrow. A silver ring running through it. She hadn't even noticed he had a piercing. A tattoo? She looked down at his muscled arm. A cobra with intricate detail wrapped around his arm.

"I don't collect tips," He comments blankly. His expression cold and empty.

Blair blinks. "Then how about you take it as a gift then?"

The man scowls at her. A pissed expression directed at her. "I don't want your money."

Blair was becoming impatient. It was dark by now and all she wanted to do was give him the tip and head back home. "I don't understand why you can't just accept it, but fine." Blair shoves the fifty back into her pocket and starts off.

He stared at her for merely a second then left on his own way.

Now that he had completed his daily act Daemon was off to his beat down motel room he decided to stay in for a night. After all he wasn't exactly a wealthy guy and he had no other options. It was time he got off his ass and get back to producing. He needed to find another agency that'd take him in. If he were lucky, he'd start making his own music. If worst comes to worst he'd have to head back home to his father. Which just so happened to be his last resort at this point in time.

He had decided that the following day he'd meet up with a studio salesman and find a place. If he didn't have enough money, then he would just save up for it.