~*•° Andy's POV °•*~

The past two days had gone and passed quickly and I hadn't seen much or any of my family or friends. And I really had needed it.

I was close to getting over it, because I couldn't lie how much I missed them all, but I also didn't miss them. At times I'd be so close to telling them I forgave them, then other times I just wished I could leave town and never see any of them again.

Onto another interesting subject, my therapist appointment was... interesting, to say the least.

"How have you been, Andy?" Dr. Ripley said. Her black hair was in bun and hazel eyes were warm and filled with happiness. How could someone be so happy and cheery?

"I've been fine," I said, staring into space and tapping my fingers on the couch.

"You're thinking of something that's bothering you. What?"

"You won't believe me even if pigs flew," I said, looking out her office window.

"Try me,"

I sighed, looking over at her. "A guy I knew… died three days ago." I pursed my lips for a moment before continuing. "But yesterday I saw him, and he was so life-like. I don't know if he was real or if he was just a figment of my imagination."

"Was he your friend?"

"Not exactly," I shook my head. "I barely knew him. Actually, I knew nothing about him. But I feel like I've met him before. Like I do know him. Like I have forever."

"Andy, sometimes we connect with someone so much, we don't even have to know them, that when they're gone, their deaths have the same effect such as a loved one's death. Did you have sex with him?"

"I've never been with anyone. Ever," I said before looking away. Of course she didn't understand. Nobody did. For thirty minutes after that, she tried to coax information out of me, but I wasn't being talkative. Finally, I asked, "May I go?"

"The session is over, but we can con—"

I cut her off by stomping out and slamming the door. It was Saturday now, and I had the whole day to do whatever I wanted. So, I was going to the park. I headed downstairs in my black tank top and dark blue jeans that were ripped at the knees. I wore black flats with it. Walking downstairs, I heard Elena speak.

"What does Stefan say about this?" She asked.

"We had a good laugh."

I stopped, my nails immediately dug into my palms. Damon. I continued on after a second, knowing I couldn't act weak.

"And what did he say about Elijah still being alive?"

I froze completely now. Chills ran down my spine and I let a gasp out as I got to the bottom of the stairs. Damon and Elena turned toward me. "Andy," Elena said.

"Elijah…" I choked on his name. So much for being weak. "Elijah's alive?"

Before they could say anything to me, I hurried to the door. The fresh air hit my skin but it did nothing to help the reaction my body was having. I felt like I was going to barf.

Elijah was alive.

~*•°•°•*~

I drove around town for hours, not knowing where I wanted to go. I walked around the park but I still felt that scared feeling that Elijah was going to come behead me. I didn't want to go home, because someone I really didn't want to see would most likely be there, so I ended up going to the woods and heading towards the tomb that Elena had said Bonnie's Grams had died trying to open the tomb. I don't know why, I just felt like I was being pulled there. The only bad thing was it was getting dark, so I'd only be able to stay a few minutes.

I found it easily and walked in between the stones. I started to go into the tomb—

"Help! Andy! Help me!"

I jumped back when I saw Elena, but her hair was a mess and she looked dirty. She was in a small, black dress. "Elena? What's wrong?" I asked, taking a step forward.

"Damon, he trapped me in here, you have to come help me!" She pleaded.

I nodded and almost got to her when Stefan grabbed her and threw her. "Stefan!" I screamed, going towards my sister by Stefan pushed me onto the ground.

"Stay out of here!"

"That's my sister!"

"That's not your sister; it's Katherine!"

I froze, looking over at the smirking girl who was an exact replica of my sister. I could already tell she was nothing like Elena. "Hello, Andy," She said, tilting her head. "Nice to finally meet you as myself. How is Elena? Getting along very well with Damon?"

Oh, this was so not the day to mess with me. I looked her up and down before standing. "She's the one Damon used to be in love with?"

"That would be me," She answered instead of Stefan.

"Not what I had expected, to be honest," I said, pacing back and forth as I looked at her. "I don't even know what to think, but if I did, it wouldn't be good."

Katherine rolled her eyes. I stopped pacing in front of her. I decided to question her, instead of wasting time. "Did you have a twin sister, Katherine?" She didn't answer, just pursed her lips.

"Did she look like me?" I asked.

"You are a doppelganger, aren't you? You can figure that out yourself," She said.

"Did Elijah know her, too?" I inquired. "Is she the one he was in love with?" When she didn't answer, I pressed for other information. "How did you know Elijah? Did he love her, Katherine?"

"Why are you so curious about Elijah?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. I only asked two questions about him. That wasn't symbolic. "Ooh, Andy likes Elijah, Stefan," Katherine said, looking over to him. I'd forgotten he was here. "Might wanna be careful messing with the Originals. Don't become a groupie like your ancestors, Andy."

"I only asked a couple questions about him," I quickly said. "I don't like him."

"Elijah's dead, Katherine, Damon killed him," Stefan said. Wait, did he not know that Elijah was alive? "Tell her, Andy."

"Y-yes," I glanced over at her before tithing back to Stefan. "Why are you in there, Stefan?" I asked, changing the subject.

"We were trying to get the moonstone from Katherine, Jeremy decided to try it himself, got caught in here and used as a feeding toy by her until I ran in here and threw him out." He explained, crossing his arms.

I sighed. "And now you are stuck in there without blood."

He nodded. "And I'm stuck with her."

"I'm sorry, Stefan, my brother has no thought process sometimes," I said. "I trust everyone's trying to figure out a way to release you?"

"No, they're focusing on keeping Elena safe from Klaus. You're also at risk since we don't know what Elijah wanted with you."

"But if they want to keep her safe, won't they need you? I mean, you're a vampire, Stefan, and I only trust Damon and you with her life," I admitted. "I trust the rest of them, just not with my sister's life."

"Thank you, Andy," He said with a smile.

"For what?"

"For making my day, especially in this hell."

I smiled half-heartedly. "Doesn't mean that I'm not angry at you still. But, I'll figure out a way to get you out."

"No, Andy, you need to help the others."

"I'm not speaking to the others. Just sit tightly and I'll handle it," I started walking out and turned back towards him. Katherine was still standing there. "I'll find a way for you, Stef, and make sure someone else stays in there." I turned and left.

~*•°•°•*~

I got lost in the woods.

It had gotten dark and I thought I was taking the right path but instead took a completely wrong one. I could just call my friends for help, but I was too stubborn and prideful to do that. I'd be fine. It was freezing and I was only wearing a tank top. I felt numb; the cold had made me lose feeling in my arms and legs, but I was still walking. I didn't recognize at all where I was. I can't believe this. It was just my luck.

I reached into my pocket for my phone, giving up and feeling defeated, and found it wasn't there. How did I lose it? I didn't, I had left it in my room because I wanted a stress free day. I cursed myself.

Eventually I had to sit down, and leaned my back against a tree. I closed my eyes, knowing I needed to try and figure out where I was, but instead drifted off to sleep…

I watched the man with the bluest eyes stand behind fire. He grinned at me before picking a girl up of the ground.

"No, Elena!" I screamed, running towards them. But his fangs grew from his mouth and the blue eyes turned amber, and he bit into Elena's neck.

As fast as I ran, I couldn't reach them. It was as if I was on a treadmill. I saw the life drain from her eyes and cried out when he dropped her body to the ground.

He laughed as I fell onto the ground. The laugh was evil and a sob racked my body. I was yanked up and my back hit someone's chest.

I gave up when the teeth plunged into my neck.

I stirred from my sleep, grabbing onto fabric and feeling warmth near me.

Wait, fabric?

I barely opened my eyes to see I had a man's suit jacket over me. I was clenching a man's dress shirt in my hand, and I felt the skin underneath it. I lifted my eyes to see who it was that was carrying me.

Elijah.

I almost jumped right then, but something kept me staring up at him until he began to glance down and I quickly closed my eyes, hoping he hadn't noticed I woke up.

I felt tingles on the places his hands and arms touched. I could smell his beautiful scent that was completely intoxicating. I wouldn't be able to describe it even if I wanted to. But there was also that part of me that was afraid of him, the major part of me wanted to run for the hills.

That didn't stop me from wishing I could open my eyes again.

I felt myself carefully being lowered and I made sure to hold onto him and the jacket that covered me. My back hit my bed and I imagined many different situations right now. I felt his hands touch mine and slowly unwrap them from his shirt. I reluctantly let go, but grabbed onto his jacket. He wasn't going to take it.

He tried to take it, but gave up after a moment with a small sigh. I felt him release and then I felt fingertips run across my cheek. I had to hold in my hand so I wouldn't grab it and do something I'd regret. But who says he'd be willing?

"Oh, Anastasia," He murmured and my heart dropped.

…Anastasia?

His hand disappeared and I immediately shot up to ask him who she was, but he was gone. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I curled up under my cover and pulled Elijah's jacket near, inhaling the scent left on it.

Anastasia was the same name the man in my dreams had called me. Was... Was the man in my dreams someone Elijah was connected with?

But I was more curious about who this Anastasia was, and how much she meant to Elijah.

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