Chapter 8

"Sit," Jenna commanded and Audrey let herself relax on the uncomfortable kitchen chair. She was still drunk and smelled like smokes. This was not going to be a good talk.

"I'm sitting," Audrey said with a tiny burst if laughter. Jenna scowled her with a bad eye.

"Sorry," Audrey immediately corrected. She moved a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear and moved her gaze back to Jenna.

"You are drunk yet again and you have been smoking," Jenna sighed and threw her other hand in the air and making it slap her thigh.

"You are a bad example for Jeremy. Audrey you are my niece and you are precious to me but you are making this so hard," Jenna tried to seek for any empathy in her niece. Audrey's eyes quickly glanced up from the floor and faced Jenna's.

"Hard for me or for you?" she asked from her aunt with a very serious tone. Jenna tried to speak up but it looked like someone had literally got her tongue.

"And what comes to Jeremy, I could move out. If this is so hard for you."

"No that's not what I meant," Jenna closed her eyes for a while and rubbed her forehead.

"I am just saying stop smoking and drinking. You are under aged."

"Jenna, I'm sorry," Audrey got up from the chair. Jenna looked at her with surprised but satisfied eyes when Audrey pulled her into a hug. She squeezed Jenna and let out a tiny snicker.

"I don't know if this is the liquor talking," she giggled. Jenna patted quickly her back and pulled out.

"Okay, sleep it off," her aunt commanded and Audrey started drag herself upstairs.

"So this thing," Audrey started and took a sip from her coffee, "with you and Stefan permanent?"

"I don't know, Audrey," Elena sighed.

"Am I on a break with Stefan as well? Because, you know, I'm friends with him."

"You can do whatever you want Audrey," Elena walked away from the breakfast table. Elena walked gracely out of the kitchen and Audrey sighed. It had been for over a week now that Elena hadn't talked to Stefan and Audrey was caught right up on the middle of it. A week from Elena founding about that she looked exactly like Katherine. Stefan tried to break it to her gently but Elena flipped and drove straight to home and ran to her room with teary eyes.

Because her sister wouldn't talk to her and Caroline and Bonnie sided with Elena, Audrey had been hanging out with Stefan. And before anyone starts to judge they had been recently searching information about Audrey's birth mother and contemplating about life.

So yet again Audrey found herself walking through the Salvatore boarding house and sitting herself on the dark couch in the library. She had brought a cosmopolitan for a minute because she knew that Stefan was hunting. Animals, not humans.

"You just keep coming back here," Damon commented as Audrey turned the page on her paper. Damon poured some whisky to a crystal glass. He looked brooding and that wasn't Damon.

"And you just keep talking to me," Audrey said back and raised her gaze out of the cosmo. Her eyes wondered on to the liquor table.

"Why don't you fix me one of those," she said and grinned. Damon glanced at her but then just chuckled.

"Thought you were trying to be sober," his amused tone came strongly through. Audrey threw the paper on to the coffee table she had just kept her legs. She had low black boots on, a black v-necked t-shirt and blue holed jeans. She slowly walked over to the liquor table where Damon was already pouring more whisky in his glass.

"Well you are not Stefan, are you?" she grabbed the glass under Damon's nose and brought it to her lips. She drank from it with a wink. Damon stared straight ahead while leaning on to the liquor table. Audrey wiped the smirk off of her face and placed the glass gently down.

"From your miserable look I presume that Katherine wasn't in the tomb."

"No she was not," Damon took the glass from the table and drank it.

"I'm sorry, Damon. I'm sure you loved her," her look went straight from Damon's eyes to his lips. The sound of door opening startled Audrey. Her eyes wondered to the door and saw Stefan.

"Since when have you two got along?" he questioned and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Since alcohol?" Audrey raised her other brow and got a disappointed look from Stefan.

"I know you don't like my drinking but come on! Girl's got to have at least one vice," she tried to look perky. "I stopped smoking. No more ruining my loungs!"

"I know. I guess one time in a week doesn't matter," Stefan gave in. He walked inside and started heading in to his room. Audrey frowned and followed Stefan tightly with her eyes.

"Where are you going?"

"Elena called. She wants to talk," Stefan smiled. Audrey opened her mouth.

"Good, great!" Audrey smiled and glanced at Damon.

"We are going to spend time and settle our differences."

Damon poured bourbon in his and Audrey's glasses. He slowly placed the bottle on to the table. Audrey looked at the glasses and then at Damon.

"Seriously?" she raised her brow.

"You wanted to spend time with me, this is how I spend time."

"Abusing your liquor?" Audrey sighed and leaned on the couch. Damon took the glass and sipped from it.

"No," Audrey said and Damon stopped, "we are going to play a game called never have I ever," Audrey smirked.

"Fine," Damon said, "start."

"Never have I ever killed a man," she said and Damon rolled his eyes. He took a drink.

"Never have I ever envied my siblings," Damon said with a wiggle of eyebrows. They both drank.

"Tell me, what did you envy?" Audrey questioned and let Damon pour a new shot.

"Well, Steffy was a favorite. Our father he always liked him better than I. Katherine even picked him as a date to this stupid ball," he cleared his throat and leaned back on his chair.

"Elena, I always envied Elena. She was the prettier, better at school and cheerleading, but really none of those mattered. Once I got into this huge fight with my mom and dad about my future and my mom yelled that why couldn't I be more like Elena. As a raging fifteen year old I ran away, lived in Caroline's house for few days and they didn't look for me. Okay, they let me be on my own for a while. I guess that was good but I still got a feeling that I really wasn't wanted. And now I find out that I'm adopted," Audrey glared up in Damon. He stared at his glass. Audrey was tired of feeling pity so she continued the not-so-amusing game.

"Never have I ever been caught up in a girl for over 145 years," Audrey studied Damon's face as he drank the shot.

"Never have I ever got sad about a girl dying, who made my boyfriend cheat on me," Damon smiled victoriously. Audrey stared at him as she drank again. Damon poured more to their glasses.

"Never have I ever killed someone for fun."

Damon drank again but didn't say anything. Audrey was waiting for him to insult her.

"Say it," her eye twitched.

"Say what?"

"Insult me. That's what everyone else does behind my back so why don't you? I mean my own family practically hates me," she whispered with wetness covering her eyes. She felt a tear drop down her cheek.

"Yeah, well, been there," Damon whispered and drank more bourbon.

"I need to go," she suddenly said and jumped up from the couch. Audrey's head was feeling dizzy and she knew she was drunk. She grabbed the glass of liquor with her and started to walk over to the door. She felt Damon's presence in the room but he wasn't behind her anymore. She heard a swoosh and span around to see where Damon went. As she did the 360, he was ahead of her. Audrey's eyes moved to his eyes and from there to his lips and on the ground. She felt his warm breathing, it brought chills down her spine. She raised her gaze and their lips touched accidently, but neither of them backed down.

Every fiber of her body was telling her to go for it. Get him out of your system. She was drawn to him, there was no denying that.

"Are you staying or going?" he asked and got an inch closer.

"I," her voice was shivering and she wasn't able to concentrate on speaking because Damon's lips were so distracting.

"I'm going home," she breathed slowly.

"I'll take you. You shouldn't drive drunk."

They got into Audrey's car; Audrey on the shotgun and Damon driving. The start of the car drive was silent, neither of them said anything. Audrey tapped her fingers on her thigh and tried to take her mind away from Damon's presence next to her. She turned her gaze to Damon and her brows puckered.

"How come you are able to drive drunk and I'm not?" she questioned and Damon's gaze moved to Audrey.

"Vampire, remember? Super reflexes," Damon smirked and looked at Audrey the whole time he explained. That worried her.

"Eyes on the road grandma," she said and made Damon chuckle.

"What is this thing?" Damon's question made Audrey's breath shiver.

"What thing?"

"The thing you are doing with your sister," Damon continued and a wave of disappointment flowed through Audrey's body.

"I-I don't know. I mean most of the time we get along but after our parents died I have kept my distance. I don't really want to talk about it to you, no offense or anything," her voice was tired and drunken. She didn't even want to think of what Jenna would say her coming home drunk.

"Thank you Damon," she added afterwards.

"For what?" he turned his gaze and with a voice full off confusion he asked that.

"For making Jeremy forget," she looked at her fingers and tapped her foot onto the car floor. He didn't answer and the car ride went quickly.

They soon were at the Gilbert residence and Audrey stumbled out of the car and went to the door. Damon left her car into the house's parking lot and super sped away. She tried to listen if someone was in the living room, but her human hearing wasn't capable of that so she just stormed in. She wasn't up for the Jenna talk right now so she sneaked up stairs and into her room.

It had not been the perfect day.