The Curse: Blaire

At the same time Elowen had been finishing her incantations, Blaire was finishing up a shower on the other side of the house. The pampered blonde sighed in satisfaction as she turned off the water and felt the spray die down before she pulled the shower curtain aside and stepped out. Her vision was blurred with the last of the shower water draining from her hair, and Blaire completely missed as her surroundings began to shift and shimmer at the same time she stepped out of the shower.

Blaire did realize something was amiss when she reached for her towel and felt nothing but air. Thinking the towel must have slipped and fallen off the rod, Blaire wiped a hand across her eyes to clear up her vision as she glanced towards the floor. There was no towel. And the tile floor she was looking at wasn't the tile of the house bathroom.

"What the fuck?" Blaire whispered to herself as she looked around. Her heart began to race and a chill ran up Blaire's spine as she struggled to comprehend how, somehow, against all logic and reason, she wasn't where she was supposed to be. The fact that this meant she was soaking wet and completely naked with no idea where her clothes, or indeed any clothes, might be hadn't even hit yet.

Right now, the one question in Blaire's head was:

"Where am I?"