A/N: HELLOOOOOO! This is yet another fic (as I think you might have guessed) and it is yet again a prequel to one of GoT's fics! Well, it's not my fault if I keep falling in love with her characters that are based on me. Well, actually I created Blaise and she is totally 100% mine, unlike Silvawen whom GoT partially owns. Anyway, I'll quit with the babble now and let you get on with reading it. It has been proof read by four of m friends and I am ensured it is up to my usual standard (not sure whether that's a good thing or a bad thing, but hey!).

Luvs Elfie xXxXx

PS. This is not the Blaise that is my muse, who come to think of it I haven't seen for a long time. I wonder where she's got to.

Chapter 1

"Oh gods, she's at it again," groaned Nissa. Blaise was leaning provocatively over some poor unsuspecting boy's desk, giving him a good view down her top. It was the new kid, Simon. As far as Blaise was concerned, he was fresh meat. And, to make matters worse, he was an Elf. Blaise had a fascination with Elves (being the reason she was often called Elfie). She flirted with every male one she knew existed and befriended all the females.

"Just leave her be," said Freja. "I don't think she'll have any luck this time, anyway." Chrissie (the flying Elf NOT faerie) raised an eyebrow.

"Don't tell her that," she said, "she might cry. That or she'll try even harder. And since when has Blaise not succeeded?"

"He's different," said Freja. "He's really shy, and I don't mean like usual. I tried talking to him earlier and all I got was 'H-h-hello Freja' then he completely clammed up. I mean, if he won't talk to me, who will he talk to?"

"You mean he hasn't spoken to anybody?" asked Nissa. Freja nodded. "But he's been here a week already!"

"I know, but he just won't talk," said the Fire-Elf. "He's in almost all of my lessons and he's never said a single word."

"Poor Blaise," said Chrissie.

"Poor Simon!" said Nissa, indignantly. " She'll scare the poor boy witless!"

"Yes, I know, but it will be her first failure," said Chrissie. "She'll be gutted and we'll here nothing but 'I've failed! It's terrible!' for weeks."

"Good point," said Nissa.

"I'll speak to you later," said Blaise, flirtatiously. She walked (or rather strutted) over to her best friends and sat down. "It's like trying to draw blood from a stone," she said, exasperatedly. "All I got was 'h-h-h- hi B-Blaise, I'm-" she paused "-what was his name again?"

"Simon," said the other three.

"Yeah, that's it," she said. "I tried to coax him to talk but he wasn't having any of it. He is one hard nut to crack. How long did you say he's been here for?"

"A week," said Freja.

"Oh, I'll soon have him settled in." Chrissie, Nissa and Freja all shook their heads in disapproval. Blaise looked over at the doorway and winked at the three boys entering the classroom. They all grinned stupidly.

"Morning, lads," she said cheerily. She giggled as she saw them all look her up and down appreciatively. As ever, she wasn't wearing a lot, but it came across even more that day since it was a no-uniform day. She was wearing a pleated tartan mini-skirt (or minute skirt as Freja called it) and a tight grey crop-top that provided her well endowed figure with a very full cleavage. Needless to say, it had most of the male pairs of eyes in the room staring (it was only most because Simon was just staring at his desk, looking horrified).

"Blaise, can't you control yourself, even for a minute?" asked Freja.

"Hey, it's not my fault my mother is a siren," said Blaise. Nissa was watching Simon in amusement.

"B, what exactly did you say to him?" she questioned. "He looks a nervous wreck."

"Oh, I just told him that if he was ever looking for a good time then I'm his girl. Then he whimpered. After that I figured he must still be a virgin, so I said it was ok if he was shy and that I'd be happy to take it at his pace. Well, maybe not that slow. Anyway, then I told him just a few of the things I was prepared to do and he nearly passed out. So I left him to ponder that thought." She smirked. "Someone's going to need to chase the bishop tonight." Chrissie and Nissa burst out laughing, but Freja didn't get it.

"Can someone explain please?" she said timidly.

"It means wan-" began Blaise.

"You don't want to know!" said Nissa, cutting her friend off quickly before she got slapped. Blaise looked over at Simon just as he looked at her. She blew him a kiss and he went bright red and quickly looked down again. She laughed. The former conversation surfaced in Chrissie's mind.

"B, maybe you should leave this one," she suggested. Blaise looked at her and frowned slightly.

"And why would I want to do that?"

"Well, look at him, he's petrified," she said. "He's been here a week and not said to anyone. Even Freja tried to talk to him and failed. I don't think it's going to work."

"But he's an Elf, I can't just let it go," whined Blaise. "And look him. He's so HOTTT!!! I'll bet there's a good way under that shirt too. Ooh, if I could just see it, I'd-"

"STOP!" yelled Freja, making everyone temporarily stare. "Remember I'm here. I don't want to know."

"But, anyway, I will not give up on this one," said Blaise, firmly.

"Maybe Chrissie's right, B," said Nissa. "You're only 16. You've got centuries to find yourself a hot Elf dude all of your own. He won't be shy so you won't have to try as hard."

"I like a challenge," growled the black-haired temptress.

"Not that much," said Freja. "Perhaps, for once, you should push your ego aside and do what's right..... well, the most right, anyway. You'll probably kill the poor boy."

"I'm not a murderess!" said Blaise, loudly. "Leave my mom alone! It's not her fault!" She stood up in her rage, but Freja grabbed her hand and seated her again.

"I didn't mean it like that and you know I didn't!" she said angrily. "I'm just begging you to leave him alone. Please." An evil grin flickered across Blaise's face.

"You fancy him, don't you, Freja?" she said. The Fire-Elf sighed.

"No, Blaise, I do not," she said. "But you know I hate the way you treat boys anyway. This time, I seriously think you could take it too far."

"Hmmm, you know, you're right," said Blaise. "Maybe I should leave him." Nissa, Chrissie and Freja's jaws all dropped. She was actually listening to Freja?

"Are you feeling ok?" enquired Nissa.

"Yeah, sure, I'm just thinking what I cute couple Freja and..... what ever his name is, would make," she laughed.

"Don't even think about it!" warned Freja. Blaise just grinned. But before Freja could say anything else, Mrs. Troydon, the Half Elf, Half Dwarf form tutor walked into the room. She was quite horrid to look at really. She was as tall as an Elf with pointed ears, but she had stubble and a pot-belly. Many people often asked the question if she wasn't really a female Elf going through the motions of a sex-change. The class stood up in the usual fashion to greet a teacher.

"Good morning, class," she said.

"Good morning, Mrs. Troydon," they all replied. There was a hint of sarcasm in their tone. That sat down again. Mrs. Troydon spotted Blaise's pretty much lack of clothing and sighed.

"Miss Earthsinger, would it be at all possible for you to cover yourself up?" she beckoned, exasperate. Blaise remained standing.

"Sorry miss, all I've got with me is my coat and we're not allowed to wear them around school," replied Blaise in as innocent a voice as she could manage. "And I can't exactly wear my bag, can I, miss?" The class laughed.

"Then I must ask that in future you wear more appropriate clothes to school," said the Elf/Dwarf.

"Yes, miss, I apologise for any distraction caused," she said. There were a few murmurs of support for her clothing as she seated herself next to Chrissie once more.

"Very well," said Mrs. Troydon. "Well, I must make some announcements before I continue with registration. Since you have been absent, Miss Earthsinger, for your benefit, I will re-introduce our new pupil, Simon Archer. He has joined us since his previous school burnt down." Simon went a brilliant shade of crimson as Blaise smiled wickedly.

"We've already met, miss," she said. The teacher raised an eyebrow, knowing of her reputation, before proceeding.

"I'm sure," she said. "Also, there are school photos today. At break I want you to arrange yourselves in height order before I lead you down to the hall." There were a few 'Oh no's and 'I've got no make-up on' and 'Oh gods, not again' muttered throughout the class.

"Thirdly," said the form tutor, "as you know, you're finals start in two weeks time." The class groaned. "I expect you all to be revising thoroughly. You're all capable of top marks, IF you apply yourselves. This is your last chance. You're in your last year of compulsory education, then you go out into the not-so-wide world as a passage into other worlds to get yourselves jobs, IF you get your marks." (A/N: sound familiar, anyone?)

"Oh joy," whispered Nissa.

The day passed with Blaise constantly flirting with Simon. The poor boy was mortified by some of the things she was telling him. But by the end of the day, Blaise was very pissed of and upset. None of her attempts appeared to be working. He was showing no 'physical' signs apart from blushing.

"What's wrong with me?!" cried Blaise on the way home. "I meant to be irresistible by now! Mom's been teaching me since I was 11. She said I've been doing extremely well. But now I've failed miserably! She'll be so disappointed!"

"You're acting like it's the end of the world," said Chrissie.

"For me, it is!" sobbed Blaise. "Five years of training, down the pan!"

"B, you've pulled almost every other male in Andomen, what difference does one make?" asked Nissa.

"A LOT!!!" yelled Blaise. "I've failed! It's terrible!!!" Freja, Chrissie and Nissa looked at one another and tried not to laugh. "Why can't I - hello...." Blaise stopped dead in her tracks to look at a guy in a car across the road. As he got out, she sauntered across the road towards him. Freja slapped her hand against her forehead.

"She's off," she sighed.

"And who might you be?" she said, the siren in her clearly ringing out for all to see. It was actually quite funny to watch because she only came up to his shoulder, even in three inch heels.

"My name is Nius," he said. He was tall and had long honey blonde hair. His features were very chiselled and defined. He was tall and muscular, dressed all in black with a pair of designer sunglasses perched on the end of his nose. Blaise noticed the pointed ears. 'Move over, Simon!' she thought. Then she noticed the two rows of perfect, dazzling white teeth. She gasped slightly.

"And you're a vampire," she said. She looked impressed, the others, however, did not. They'd all heard things about vampire, none of it good, and the sensible ones knew that they should keep away. Blaise, on the other hand, had always had a thing for bad guys. They had a sort of edge that good boys lacked. It made them interesting.

"Indeed I am," replied Nius.

"B, we've got to go," said Chrissie.

"Yeah, come one, B," said Nissa. "You're staying at mine tonight, remember. I want to.... er.... go have my tea."

"Sure, just wait a minute," said Blaise. She fished about in her bag and produced a pen and paper. She wrote her name and number down and handed the piece of paper to him.

"I want to hear from you," she said. He read the bit of paper.

"Blaise?" he said aloud. "You wouldn't happen to be the daughter of Venus, would you?" She smiled.

"Yeah, I am," she said.

"I've heard quite a bit about you," he said.

"Have you really?" she said. "All good I hope."

"Blaise, come on, we've got to go," urged Freja. Blaise scowled at the Fire-Elf.

"Yes, alright," she snapped. She looked back at Nius. "I want to hear from you." Chrissie and Nissa grabbed her hands and began to literally drag her away.

"You can count on it," he answered.