Blazed Book 1 Of 2 (Completed)

Chapter 5

Blair awoke in a cold sweat as she stared into the dim lit room. The curtains were shut but small rays of early sunlight managed to enter. She was shaking from the unsettled feeling she got as she looked around the empty room. Her dream felt vivid. So vivid she felt it had followed her into reality. It wasn't the dream that had startled her and pushed her out of her own mind. It was the ear shattering grind of the blender at four in the morning. The blender she had purchased before moving to New York.

Though she was angry at the fact she had woken up so early she was thankful for the annoyance. If not for the blender she'd still be stuck in her repetitive nightmare. She collected herself then hopped out of bed, and left the confinements of her room.

The studio wasn't too dark nor too bright. The kitchen was the only part that was lit up. Sure enough the blinder was in use, Daemon in front of it.

"Please refrain from using that at this time."

Daemon, startled with her sudden appearance, jumped. His eyes wide as they settled on her. "A warning would have been nice."

"Yeah, well now we're even." Blair walked over to him. Tilting the dark, thick liquid so that it slithered like molasses. "What is this?"

Daemon sighed. He looked exhausted as well, depraved of sleep. "Energy drink."

"You sure?"

Daemon grabbed the container and poured it into a disposable cup. "How about we go to the market. This house has no food."

"How, do you have money? I don't think I have too much to pay for it all."

"Yeah, I started collecting tips. Made about a hundred in just one day."

"Don't brag." Blair stared at the marble counter top. Her eyes focused and unmoving. "It's crazy how quick things happened. I barely know you yet I'm living with you."

Daemon made no comment. "Maybe we can get some silverware and plates. This place is completely empty of actual supplies. Furniture as well."

Daemon rubbed his eyes and stifled a yawn then chugged the cup of sludge.

"Did you even sleep?"

"Not really."

He looked like he wanted to say more but didn't. Blair didn't push, she figured it wasn't her business. After all there is parts of her life she'd rather keep private.

"Sleep then, after work I'll come here and we'll head to the market."

"No way," he scoffed. "I have to spread word of me being a producer. Get money from playing my guitar."

"Why don't you just produce your own music. Buy what you need with the tips and get at it."

Daemon smiled and placed the container in the fridge. His eyes a dim, cloudy shade of grey. "I can't, it's not that easy."

"In New York it is! You can write music, play it on the streets and at bars. I'm sure it's not that hard. You can even make a band!"

"Shut up."

Did she say something wrong? Blair stayed silent, she had no idea what she said wrong. She wanted to yell, to argue but she refrained from doing it. She must have said something that bothered him.

"Sorry."

Daemon said nothing. Instead he walked back to his room, not taking a second glance at Blair as he left. The door shutting quietly behind him.

Silvia was back when Blair had arrived. She was on the phone while writing in her planner at a fast pace. Her eyes darting back and forth as she wrote and checked her e-mails. Blair took the time to open up her own e-mails, few, and responded to them.

"Honestly, I'm gone for a day and my e-mails and voicemail are blown up." She sighed, rubbing at her temples.

Blair handed her a cup of coffee as Silvia smiled a grateful smile. "Sorry, they just kept complaining and asking for you. I just ended up disconnecting the phone cord."

"Well that explains that," She responds with a chuckle.

The day flew by fast and since production was fast Blair was off early. The sky was a light blue, but the air was chilly. Winter was close by and it was only a matter of time until it began to turn dark early. Entranced in the feeling of fall she stopped cold in her tracks. In his usual spot Daemon sat playing his guitar. A tip jar in front of him that was so full the dollars were falling out.

Blair didn't know whether she should be feeling furious or amused. She recalled distinctly telling him to rest. Next time she'll keep in mind how stubborn he can be. As time passes she will accumulate more things about him and she'll react better. Until then, she'd just have to deal with it.

Daemon finished up and packed up. Everyone started off their own ways, some girls staying behind to talk. Their smiles anything but innocent as they spoke to him. Blair waited patiently on the bench far off below a tree to give them privacy but Daemon had other plans.

He waved at her and motioned Blair over. Hesitantly she joined them and the three girls that remained eyed her down cautiously. Their heavy makeup caked up to the point she wasn't sure whether they were pastries or humans.

"Sorry girls, look like our fun here is over." Daemon gives the girls a fake apologetic smile that they didn't seem to notice. "Blair is here."

One of the girls, a bony, blonde pouted. "What a shame, I was hoping to see you later. Maybe invite you to my house."

"I'd have to reject your invitation." Daemon hooked his arm around Blair and beamed at the three ridiculous looking girls. "Promised her a date already, isn't that right sweetie."

Blair glared at Daemon. She was now beginning to understand what he was doing. He was using her as an excuse to get away from the circus freaks that wanted him in their tent. She was tempted to tell him off and hand him over to the girls, but Daemon had a pleading look in his face the longer he stared at Blair.

"Yes, that's right." Blair gave her best fake smile. "I'm truly sorry girls."

Blair wanted to laugh at herself. There was no way that anyone would believe her. Someone as plain jane as her would never be with someone as smoking hot as Daemon. Too bad his personality was rotten.

"Call us if you change your mind." The blonde shoved a piece of paper in his hand and walked away. The three other girls close behind her.

Once they were completely gone Daemon sighed in relief. His arm dropping to his side. "That was horrible, thanks."

"I think saying you were going on a date with me was worse than hanging out with cake faces."

"Oh god you noticed too? That shit was packed on there." Daemon made an odd motion, like he was pushing something into his face. "So I made a good amount of money today as you see." He held up the jar overflowing with money.

"I remember telling you to sleep."

"Yeah well sleeping won't get me further in life." Daemon slung his guitar case over his shoulder and glanced over at Blair. "So are we going to the market or not?"