Still shaking, Blair produced her phone, flipping it open to reveal the Gossip Girl blast still displayed. Had it really been only minutes ago that she had first read it? When the most shocking event of the night had been the idea of Serena and Chuck staring in some twisted Upper East Side version of the Brady Brunch? Something about the familiar weight of the phone in her hand seemed to reassure her slightly. That horrible moaning noise was fading in the distance as they exited the school, along with the blare of the fire alarm. She was still pale and shaken, but her eyes no longer held the dazed quality they had before. By the time they had made it outside, she seemed almost in control of herself again.
She frowned, her brow furrowed, as her phone continued to ring but was met with no answer on the other end. Glancing worriedly up at Chuck she disconnected the call and tried again. "Of all the time's not to answer--" she muttered, fear rather than outrage coloring her tone. She resisted the childish impulse to dash her phone on the pavement, instead taking a deep breath through her nose and looking searchingly down both sides of the street.
"Chuck-- I think I see the car," she announced eagerly. Unlike Chuck, Blair was not parentally blessed with her own limo, but had to hire one for special events to her perpetual annoyance. But she dimly recognized the first three letters on the license plate in the distance--they were Serena's initials--and promptly took off running in that direction as quickly as her heels and her Waldorf Original would allow.
"Look alive!" Blair ordered sharply, pounding one tiny fist on the tinted window of the rented limo. For once not waiting for the car door to be opened for her, she slid inside and across the leather seats, leaving the door open behind her. It was only once she had moved over to make room for Chuck and faced forward that she realized that there was more than one person in the front seat.
Behind the glass that partially separated them, she saw what had once been her driver. His body was unnaturally twisted, his head thrown back against the steering wheel. Someone else was blocking most of his body from her view. Someone who now raised his head at the sound of her startled cry to reveal a blood-stained mouth and crazed eyes.