Madeline Vanderbilt

"Someone new liked the idea then, I take it?" He asked, biting on the inside of his cheek. Didn't like the sound of the gossip blog. What was the point "I bet. Someone who has a really boring life and wish they were those people she writes about. I don't give a shit what people do in their private life, it's their life. People should respect it" Well, his best friends had been part of his private life. They all had. What happened in the house could everyone hear, or knew about. That was different "Pretend she doesn't exist? Even though what she tell isn't the entire truth? Does it not make people think different about someone if they read things about them..."

"Precisely. It's been brought back from the dead again by someone else after the high school teacher was caught running the account beforehand." Madeline filled him in, crossing her arms. "The original was Dan Humphrey though and I would choose him over the bitch we're dealing with now." She added and looked at him. "That's exactly why I said that, she's not a reliable source. People think she's a joke and the truth always comes out anyway. Let me guess, you're new in the city?"

"Well hello there to you too, Maddie." He said with a smile and sat down across from her. "What's going on with you? I mean, besides getting mad at me for no reason at all."

Madeline smiled and shook her head. "Hi, Max. I'm not mad at you. People kept coming up to me today about my pregnancy hoax scandal from one year ago. They either laugh at me or mock me and I'm getting a migraine." She complained, massaging her temple. "How have you been? Still as reckless as ever or are you turning a new leaf?"

Xaden tensed when she touched him and took several steps away from her. At her words, he couldn't help but laugh and he turned to face Belle. "I kill, just by putting my hand on the anything, I can suck the life out of this whole fucking city if I wanted to, I'm not a fae, a High Lord, a fallen Angel, whatever the fuck else, I'm Venin, I'm more deadly than any of them."

"Well, believe it or not, I know exactly how you feel." Madeline gave him a knowing look before holding up a closed fist between them. She let the silence linger for a moment, unfurled her fist and a flame bloomed to life on her hand. "My powers might be less intense than yours but it is just as destructive. It's connected to my emotions. There was one time I got really angry at someone and I almost burned the whole entire Central Park if it wasn't stopped. I'm a walking fire hazard, basically. Do you wanna talk about it?"

"It was fun when my sister posted rumors about people and so on back home, but... " John paused, shook his head "This Gossip Girl seems to be on another level. What's her deal? Does she want to destroy people's life because she thinks it's fun or what? I don't get it"

"She became a thing during my cousin's high school days which is a long time ago but this time it's apparently a different person running it. Probably an unemployed spoiled brat who's obsessed with drama and other people's lives." Madeline told him, crossing her arms. "She's a royal pain in the ass. My tip, ignorance is power so just pretend she doesn't exist."

"I need you to get the fuck out of my face right now. I'm literally still in college, and whatever the Bruins do, is not on me, so fuck off, before I punch you in the face." He said and watched as the drunk walked away. Walking up to the bar, he ordered a drink and looked at the person who came up to him. "Put their drinks on my tab too." @ggstarterblog

Madeline scoffed and turned to look at him. "Um cute but I'm a Vanderbilt, I can pay for my own drink. But thanks, I appreciate it." She said and smiled at him. "Who pissed you off this bad, Graham? Wanna talk about it?"

"the fuck did i do?" he raised a brow at her and shook his head. "i just needed to sit and i figured you'd be a safe person to sit by instead of those girls who won't accept that i'm with kiara."

"Nothing, I thought someone wanted to make fun of me again. It's been a year and looks like everyone hasn't forgotten about me faking pregnancy to keep my boyfriend who is a complete asshole." Madeline rolled her eyes and took a sip of her coffee. "I don't know what I saw in him in the first place." She added. "They still don't accept you? You've been with Kiara for so long. Is that because they're conceited and thinks they have to approve everything or do they have a thing for you?"

"Well hello to you too, Vanderbilt." Natasha said as took a sip of her own drink and looked at her. "You're lucky we're friends or else I'd make you pay for being rude." She added. "No, I'm not hungry, but thank you." She held up her iced coffee and smiled. "I needed this though, life has been beyond fucking crazy."

"Hello, Nat. Long time no see." Madeline said, awkwardly shifting in her seat. "Listen, I'm really sorry for leaving without a word and not responding to any of your texts, I was just really lost. I didn't think you would want to stay friends with me." She replied and looked at her friend. "Sorry I wasn't there for it all. If you wanna vent or talk about it, just go for it. I have time."

"I think it's cute that you think you'd be able to take me in a fight, Vanderbilt." Imogen shrugged and shook her head. "No, I don't eat sweets like that." She added and looked over at the women who were talking shit about Madelaine and then back at Madelaine. "You have powers, do you not? Scare them with it. What good is having powers if you don't use them to your full extent?"

Madeline smirked and leaned in towards the other woman. "Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better. But I absolutely can take you in a fight. Wanna bet?" She replied, just trying to rile her up. "You sure? We have savory pastries, you should try the garlic bread." Her tone changed to a more friendly one. "Oh how I wish I could do that and give them nightmares. But I'm a Vanderbilt, if someone saw me use my powers, it would cause chaos. I'm scared that my own family will fear me."

Emmeline raised a brow at the younger woman. "You are so damn lucky you changed your tune, Vanderbilt, I don't let anyone talk to me that way, not even my brothers." She flipped her blonde hair over her shoulders and looked at her. "I came to see you, came to ask you how Tuscany was."

"Oh please, I wouldn't talk to you like that." Madeline replied, smiling at her. "Not after what you've done for me last year. After all, you're the one who told me to get away from it all." She said as she took another sip. "Tuscany was exactly what I needed, my aunt was kind enough to let me stay with them. I had the best time ever. I liked how peaceful and healing it was there."

"Don't know, didn't get his name, nor do I care if he's some wannabee influencer." She shook her head. "Good, then we can drink and talk shit." She smiled.

"Good, I feel like he'll just make content or post about you because you're one of Manhattan's It girls. Not that he can't be into you, I just know there's people like that." Belle said as she looped her arm in hers. "Come on, my car is this way." She led her friend to her car where her driver was waiting. "Where should we get drinks? Your choice." She told her as she climbed in the car.

Cressida let out a soft, unimpressed sigh, barely sparing a glance in the direction Belle had come from. “Because you keep thinking people deserve more chances than they actually do,” she said coolly, smoothing a hand over one of the bouquets. “Not everyone does.”

"I just thought that maybe I could trust people again but it seems that I trusted the wrong ones. Again. Don't worry, they won't get any chances to be back in my life even if they beg." Belle told her and smirked. "Perfect and the bride loves pink so those are just the best choice for her. It fits her really well. How was your week? Not as busy as mine, I hope. It's been crazy."

"Let's not pretend this is an interesting conversation, all you've done for the past hour is talk about your hair, which is very flat and dull." She looked at the male who had been talking to her and spotted someone she knew. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to talk to someone that actually knows how to hold a conversation." She walked away and up to that person. "Drinks?" She asked in a way of greeting them. @ggstarterblog

She walked closer to her friend and gave the person a side eye. "Who was that? Is he a male influencer trying to get with you for more views?" Belle said and chuckled. "I can't say no to drinks with you, El. I don't have clients today so it's fine." She looked at her. She was hesitant to tell her friend about her real identity but she wants it to come from her rather than from Gossip Girl or anyone.

This wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to be safe here. There was no magic, no Sagyel, but as he looked in the mirror, his eyes were red, and the veins around him were also red, in lightning forms. This had to be a nightmare. It had to be.

"Hey, you forgot this at the..." Hope/Belle paused when she saw him and his red eyes. She approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You're supernatural and I didn't know?" She scoffed. "I know exactly what that feels like. To have something dark and powerful running through your veins, something that threatens to take over... Trust me, I understand better than anyone. You aren't alone in this."

"You could do both." Jasper shrugged. "College and my relationship with Annabelle, which I'm not sure why Gossip Girl is so damn obsessed with it."

"I've been getting migraines whenever a bride complains to me about a detail. Like can't you do it calmly? Geez." Belle said and laughed. She massaged her head as if it was hurting again. Belle only dealt with high-end clients and oversee things so it wasn't true. She was more focused on her real company, the supernatural security agency. "You two are so cute! I like her songs. I think it's just because she's a famous singer. Just for clout and because she's bored and has no life."

"Anywhere is fine. However, I'm missing Dumbo Hall just a little bit. Would you mind if we go there?" Belle told her, it was a part of Hope's cover story that she studied in Constance and always went to Dumbo Hall. "How about you? What has been going on? It's only fair that I listen to your vent too."