Blazed Book 1 Of 2 (Completed)

Chapter 7

Blair and Daemon quickly arranged and assembled everything they had purchased. It had taken them a long time to get everything up to the studio, it took even longer to find a right place for every item. All their money and savings were spent and all they had to rely on were their jobs.

Blair had heard what Louis had said. It was something insane, words of a mad man. She also was aware that Daemon had heard, but he didn't mention it whatsoever. It seemed to her that he really didn't want to speak of the subject and she really didn't want to ask. Besides, she thought, it's a huge risk and large amount of money just to get the necessary equipment.

Daemon was soaked in sweat when she turned to look at him. His hair was matted with sweat and his skin had a slight tint of pink to it. His winter grey orbs scanning the room as he took a swig of his water bottle. He looked genuinely exhausted, but focused. On Blair.

Her cheeks warmed up. She was shocked to meet his gaze after studying him for a good amount of time. Embarrassed by the fact she had been caught staring at him. As tomato red as she was she couldn't bring up any words to push away the awkwardness she felt. To her surprise Daemon smiled then lied his head back on the new couch cushion.

"It isn't nice to stare."

"How could I not when you look like a wet dog," Blair retorted.

Daemon chuckled at her. His attention back on her. "And you look like an old mop."

Blair scowled at him. Though he did mildly annoy her, she was thankful he spoke before she made any attempt to. Being that she was so embarrassed, whatever she attempted to say wouldn't come out good. She did seem to focus on one thing though. Her mind just kept switching back to it and she was afraid if she weren't to clarify it, then it wouldn't leave her alone.

Daemon continued to stare at her, but made no attempt at conversation. It seemed he knew what she was going to say before she even thought of saying anything. His cool gaze on hers. Daring her to ask.

"You heard, right?" Blair laughed quietly. "Of course you did, how come you haven't said anything?"

"It's not something I would talk about to a mere roommate."

Blair fought back the urge to wince. The way Daemon had said it was just so cold and sharp. It clarified their true relationship. He was right anyways. She was being nosey; it was really none of her business. As long as they got along things would be just peachy.

"It was just a simple question," Blair muttered.

Daemon stared blankly into space for a moment before getting up from the couch and smiling at Blair. It was an empty smile, one with no meaning. She felt they were becoming close already, but just when she thinks they are it turns out they're not.

"Sleep well."

The following day was depressing. The sky was a clear blue with no cloud visible. There was little to no sunlight and the weather was just bone chillingly cold. As if the hand of death held earth in its stiff palm. It was Sunday and Blair was off so instead of hitting the streets of New York, like she planned on doing, she wrapped herself up in her blanket and scrolled through her phone.

Her body stiff as she did the best she could at keeping her body heat. For a good while she sat there, already given up on her phone, and lied in odd positions in order to get some good heat.

A light knock on the door startled her. Before she could get up to open it the door swung open.

"Good, you're up. Want to go out?"

What happened to just being roommates? Blair thought, her lips pursed the longer she watched him. Leaned up against her door in a collected and tired way. She really didn't want to go out in the cold weather, but didn't want to make Daemon upset.

"Where?"

Daemon plopped down on her bed and yanked her blanket away from her. Leaving only a small part of it in her possession. "Damn, it's like a penguins exhibit in here."

Blair fought to get back her blanket, but it wouldn't budge. Daemon seemed completely comfortable and not at all bothered at the fact they were sharing a blanket. For Blair it was something a couple would do so she tossed the remainder of the blanket at him and stood up. Her bare legs immediately numbed from the cold.

"Go where?"

"Andre's."

Last time Blair had checked Andre had no interest in speaking to Daemon. "I rather stay home. Greet him for me."

Daemon stared out the tiny window within her room. Frost covered the window with a thin, crisp layer. A low whistle of wind resonating throughout the room. Daemon finally looked at her, but he no longer smiled. He stared blankly at her, his eyes fixated on hers. It seemed as if he was trying to find something in her eyes. An answer to something only he knew of.

"I know you're bothered Blair." Daemon tossed aside the blanket and started towards her. A blank look on his face. An unreadable expression. "I didn't mean what I said. Friends aren't something I ever had. How would I know how to keep them?"

Blair kept quiet. She could feel her eyes widen as he stopped. His lips parted to speak.

"We didn't get off at a good start. Last night when you asked why I didn't mention the whole band thing, I responded rudely. I just don't think it's something that can just happen. I'm supposed to be producing music, not playing out on the streets for tips. Of course I'd love to be a rock star and share my music, but it's just too risky. I shouldn't even be talking to someone like....I mean." Daemon sighs. Blair frowned, she knew what he was about to say. "Look I just don't like reminders of my failures. I want to move on."

Blair stares at him blankly. She was in no mood to start an argument so instead she pushed away what he had just said and pulled out her phone as the ringtone rang out. Unknown number.

"Hey, who's this?" Blair bit her lip nervously. "I see, no I'm not doing anything today." She glanced at Daemon who now had a stern look on his face. "See you in a bit."

"Who was it," Daemon asked. A bored look in his gaze.

"Your door to moving on."