Exile

5.The Werewolf Code

'I got out of there so fast, I swear to God Usain Bolt didn't have shit on me' - Rachel Black

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For probably the umpteenth time - in oh about fifteen minutes? - she heard a distinctive mutter that sounded suspiciously like "she's taking this really well". And saying that, that little sentence was starting to annoy her was an understatement.

She purposely let out a loud sigh of annoyance as she raked a hand through her dark hair reminding them that she was indeed still in the room. Besides why was everyone so surprised by her level-headedness? Yes, they were all vampire fighting werewolves, and yes one of them had tried to attack her which wasn't exactly what you could call a normal everyday occurrence in the life of Blair Waldorf, but screaming and panicking wouldn't exactly help the matter now would it? And besides Blair had never been one for chaise longues and smelling salts, she was a strong modern woman who was in total control of herself and didn't let trivial things such as shape shifting shake her iron composure.

She was like a younger, more stylish version of Margaret Thatcher for crying out loud! So why did they insist on pretending like she wasn't even there?

'I'm still here you know,' she snapped loudly, her dark eyes narrowed into feline-like slits.

When the room finally turned quite and all eyes finally turned to her, she couldn't help but smirk smugly: good to know she could still turn on the Queen Bee when needed.

'Sorry Blair we're just kind of-,' Embry started looking to his friends for some assistance.

'Fucked?' Quil offered.

'You wish,' Paul muttered barely audible, earning himself a smack across the head from Quil.

'We don't really know what to do about-, this,' Jacob stated with a weird hand gesture.

She raised a single perfectly shaped eyebrow. 'This being me?' she questioned coolly; she was Blair Waldorf and referring to her as an inanimate object was a serious faux-pas.

'Well more like you finding out,' he explained raking a stressed hand through his shortly cropped hair obviously noting her annoyed tone, 'we didn't want you to find out like this-, you're-,'

'What Jacob meant to say was that you weren't supposed to find out, period!' Embry said throwing his friend a meaningful look, though the meaning of said look wasn't exactly clear to her yet.

'Yeah Blair this whole werewolf-thing is supposed to be a pretty big secret,' Quil said

Blair couldn't help but roll her eyes. 'Really Quil? That's a shocker,' she stated dryly causing Paul to let out a loud barking laugh.

'Paul,' Jacob said throwing him an annoyed look.

He just shrugged in response. 'She's funny, kinda mean but funny. And since she's not freaking out, like at all, you can retrieve that stick from your ass; she's obviously not traumatized.'

Blair couldn't help but like Paul, his bluntness and lack of general tact was quite refreshing after spending years on the Upper-East Side where scheming and gossip had become a lifestyle.

'I really hate saying this but Paul's right,' Embry said, 'Blair knows and she seems to be pretty okay with it. Okay maybe it's not the way we usually handle, this, but it's not like we can make her forget or anything and like they say there's no use crying over spilled milk.'