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The next morning arrived and Blair was up with the sun. Her body was used to waking up at odd hours and not getting a lot of sleep so this didn't bother her much. Often, she didn't have that luxury of sleeping in but she would sometimes award herself some extra sleep when she needed it. Her room had an ensuite bathroom and she had spent the better part of an hour in the bath, enjoying her time relaxing while she could. Blair was laying in the bath, with loads of bubbles and the smell of strawberries in the air. It wasn't often that she could get a bath as most places had showers, but she much preferred the bath. This was one of the very few times she could relax fully. As she laid there in the deliciously smelling bathwater, Blair began to think of her next plan of action. Blair knew that she couldn't stay long in the city, she would need to move on eventually and she was already mentally making plans for her next move. Typically, if she liked a place, she would stay for around a week unless the Hunter was close on her tail. If she didn't like a place she would leave within two days but that didn't happen often. However, a part of her wanted to enjoy her stay for a while. Deciding to ignore this issue for a while, Blair closed her eyes and relaxed further into the bathtub.

Her thoughts strayed to Chloe and the message that she had passed on. Chloe had asked her to spy on the child between a Wolf and Hybrid and this unsettled her immensely. It would be very easy to dismiss this rumour that Chloe claimed was going around, but Blair knew how well informed her kind where, even if they had been in hiding for centuries. It didn't help that she didn't like to think about what the Queen would do to this baby once it was born. The thought of her kind harming this child made her heart feel heavy.

Blair mentally shook her head. She refused to get involved with this – it was nothing to do with her in the first place. Just because the Queen wanted her help didn't mean she was going to do it. In fact, because the Queen had asked, Blair was going to do the opposite and not get involved at all.

Just thinking about the Queen made her restless and annoyed to the point she couldn't even enjoy her bath. Sighing heavily, Blair stood up from her bath, walking on the towels she set on the floor to the bedroom. With a flick of her wrist, a warm wind blew into the room, drying her in minutes as well as her hair. Completely naked, Blair walked over to the wardrobe, full of the clothes she had unpacked that morning. Looking at her clothes, Blair picked out a sunflower print mini dress, a pair of white gladiator sandals and a thin white cardigan. Grabbing her perfume, Blair sprayed her wrists and neck, blocking her scent from Vampires. Blair grabbed a pair of rose gold sunglasses with a matching purse and walked out of her room, making sure to lock the room with her magic once more.

Blair headed to a nearby café to grab some breakfast, feeling famished after not eating for a while. Blair sat at the back of the café, wanting to stay away from people and the massive glass window. The fewer people that could see her, the better. After travelling for such a long time, Blair had taken a liking to an English fry-up and she was always full for hours afterwards. As she tucked into her breakfast, someone sat down in front of her, one whose presence wasn't welcomed. Blair groaned and placed her plastic cutlery down. "Will you leave me alone?" She glared at Chloe, who had interrupted her again.

Chloe frowned, "You know I can't." She reached over to Blair's plate, stealing a piece of toast and munching on it without remorse.

Blair glare hardened, she hated it when people stole her food. One time, when someone tried to steal her food, she had stabbed their hand with a fork. To say Katherine learnt her lesson was an understatement. Instead, Blair drank her coffee, "I have already given you my answer. I am not changing it." She refused to do the Queen's dirty work and no one could change her mind on this. As far as she was concerned, the Queen would rot away in her forest and she would be very happy.

"You don't understand," Chloe shook her head, "This baby is rumoured to be powerful. You know the whispers about the Mikaelson's firstborn children being too powerful." In the supernatural community, the Mikaelson family were almost treated like royalty. Their name sent chills down people's spines and made people wary, especially the name Niklaus Mikaelson. However, a baby changed things and it made people cagey.

Placing her coffee mug down, Blair leaned forward. "And what does the Queen want with a baby like that?" Blair was dreading the answer though her face betrayed nothing. She was well aware of the Mikaelson bloodline, her kind had met Esther and Dahlia before, a thousand years ago, and to say the Fae hadn't been impressed was an understatement.

Chloe finished the toast and was about to swipe another piece, but Blair slapped her hand away. "It is said that this baby will be the Witches' end." Her voice was low, her dark eyes darted around the room to make sure there weren't any eavesdroppers. Glancing around the room, Chloe noticed that there was no Vampires present, or Witches either. However, this still didn't calm her nerves.

Blair said nothing and her face revealed nothing. However, this news did shock her – and she found it a little ironic. This news did not distress her at all, in fact, she hated Witches. The Fae and Witches did not get along at all. There was resentment on the Witches side because of how the Fae were more in touch with nature and their magic was stronger. The Fae hated the Witches for many reasons and it wasn't easy to just point out one reason alone but Blair could say confidently that she hated Witches because of their arrogance. They believed they owned magic and hated it when someone else came along and used magic better than them. There was hardly any Witches that Blair got along with and there was no love lost between them. "That doesn't answer my question. What does she want with the baby?" Blair asked again, her eyes trained on Chloe. Her grip on the coffee was tight and she could feel it start to crack under the pressure.

Chloe avoided Blair's eyes, shifting in her seat nervously.

"If she is planning to harm this child then you need to tell me," Blair demanded, her tone like steel. The hairs on the back of her neck were stood on end at the thought. She knew the Queen was power-hungry – she always had been from what she could remember. But Blair thought that she held some morals about harming children.

Looking at the ground, Chloe refused to say anything.

"Chloe!" Blair hissed lowly, her eyes flashed purple as the mug in her hand cracked under the pressure.

"I don't know," Chloe whispered softly, "All I know is that she is interested in this child. None of us knows why and she won't explain why." The Queen had not given a reason and she had been too scared to ask.

Blair's lips thinned at this news. She didn't like this news at all. She had known the Queen long enough that if she was being secretive to her own kind, it was never good. "She asked me to spy on the child, what else did she want?" It was never just one thing with the Queen, she came with a long list of favours and was high maintenance. Blair had learned that in the past if the Queen asked a favour then it morphed into two, then three until they ended up serving the Queen. The other issue laid with the favours themselves, they were never simple ones but almost complicated and time-consuming – so damn troublesome.

Chloe looked at Blair as though she had been caught, "How did you know?"

Blair rolled her eyes, "I know her, remember? What else if she after?" Blair looked at the mug, noticing that the coffee mug was completely ruined and coffee had spilt on the table. Blair hissed a few curses under her breath and waved her hand. Within seconds, the mug repaired itself as though it had never been broken and the coffee was gone from the table. She may act blasé most of the time but she didn't need people noticing that she had broken the mug because then that would blow her cover. She would rather not have any extra attention from people she didn't know just in case the Hunter had informants hidden away.

"Your magic has improved," Chloe commented in awe, watching the mug as it repaired itself, not a single crack insight.

"It had to. Without it, the Hunter would have caught me years ago." Blair answered blandly, not caring that Chloe flinched at her words. "Now, spit it out. What else does she want?"

Chloe sighed deeply, "She wants you to glimpse into the future. Tell her the fate of this child and what is to come,"

"She can kiss my arse!" Blair hissed, her eyes glowed purple in anger. She couldn't believe the audacity of this woman. Blair vowed that when she next saw the Queen, she would hex her for a hundred years. How dare that woman ask her for favour as steep as this one? The audacity of the Queen was outlandish and completely unreasonable.

Chloe's dark eyes scanned the room frantically, hoping that no one had overheard this. Luckily, it seemed as though no one was paying attention to either of them.

Blair closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She would not lose control in front of mortals, this was the last thing she needed. When she was calm, she opened her eyes again and they were back to blue. "My answer to both things are no. I refuse to be used by her. Tell her to ask someone else." Blair was aware of another member of the Queen's Court that could see visions of the future – not as accurately and clearly as Blair – and so the fact the Queen had asked meant that she was desperate. If the Queen was desperate then that made Blair happy because finally, karma was biting that woman in the arse.

"But she needs you." Chloe pleaded.

Blair looked Chloe dead in the eyes, "She hasn't needed me for 400 years. I'll pass." She said, tucking back into her meal, refusing to let Chloe ruin her breakfast any more than it already had been.

Chloe sighed deeply, knowing that they weren't getting anywhere. "How have you been?" She asked, almost hesitant to even ask this question to begin with since it had been a long time since they spoke.

Blair stopped just as she was about to shove a mouthful of food in her mouth. "You're joking, right? You're really asking me how I've been after all this time."

"I am just trying to be your friend," Chloe argued back.

Sitting back in her seat, she put down her plastic cutlery once more – albeit reluctantly. "Okay, since you wanted to do this. I have been crap. I am constantly on the run and I can never stay in one place because if I do, he will kill me. I have received no help from my community – in fact, I was cast out. How do you think I am doing?" Blair sarcastically smiled, a murderous and deadly glint in her eyes.

Chloe stared at Blair, sadness in her dark eyes. "You've changed,"

Blair scoffed, "Of course I have changed. I wouldn't have survived if I didn't change." Blair did not like her past self and would often try to forget about what she had been like. Blair's younger self had been naïve, blind and stupid. However, this soon changed when she went on the run. Looking back, Blair was surprised that she had even lasted that long. Her magic had been weak since she had not been allowed to train that much. It was on the run that she had learned how to use her magic and after 400 years, Blair was quite impressed with how far she had come.

"I'm sorry," Chloe said.

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