~*•° Andy's POV °•*~

I woke up, Elijah's coat pressed against my face and his scent immediately filling my nose. I shuddered, chills running down my spine. God, why was I infatuated with this man? He had killed someone in front of me and threatened the safety of my sister, and to top it all off, he was a vampire. An Original vampire to be exact.

I got up and could still feel where Elijah had held me. I sighed happily and sat it on my bed before going to take a shower. After I took a shower, I left for my shift at the Grill. The whole way I was trying to think of ways to free Stefan. I could try and get Bonnie to help, but she'd give me a lecture about how I need to "forgive and forget" and then she's tell me how she's not worried about Stefan, that she's only focusing on saving Elena, which she would then say that's what I needed to be doing.

As soon as I got to the Grill, my jaw dropped at the sight of one of the customers. I snapped my jaw up and hurried over to him. "Aren't you supposed to be in the tomb?" I demanded, folding my arms. Stefan and Alaric looked up at me.

"Andy, I'm sorry, I was going to call you—"

"Forget it," I snapped, interrupting him. "Who got you out?"

"Well, uh, Elijah did." I started to say something but nothing came out. So that's why he had found me so easily last night in the woods. "But we need to tell you something else," Stefan said. "Rose has been helping us with Klaus, and she and Damon got… involved romantically. Last night, she was bitten by a werewolf."

My throat went dry while he was saying this, and I tried to swallow, but I felt sick. Damon had moved on pretty quickly.

"What happens then…?" I asked, my voice breaking before I could even finish my question.

"She's dying, Andy." Alaric said.

I closed my eyes for a moment. "How's Damon taking it?" It depended on how much he actually cared about her I guess.

"He's taking it like he takes everything else," Stefan said softly.

I laughed a small, bitter laugh. I covered my face for a moment. "And I'm probably going to take this like a child."

"Andy—" They both begun, but I interrupted them, my moment of weakness over.

"I should get to work," I turned and walked off, tears threatening to spill. Damon could like Rose within a week and develop a relationship with her but when it came to me he would rather tell me he was in love with someone else.

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I was on my break, staring at my phone with an emptiness filling me. I felt like I was finally losing Damon, and I wasn't sure if I wanted that or not. It was one of those things I changed my mind every day. Right at that moment, I felt my heart race, because Damon walked in without even noticing me.

Stefan stopped him halfway before they exchanged a few words and Damon continued to the bar.

He traded words with a woman and I could see the tension in between them. The woman stood and started to leave, but Damon caught her arm. They had a small argument before she yanked away from him and walked off. He stared at the ground a moment before his eyes looked up and met mine.

I stood, knowing my break would soon be over, and headed the other way but he came from behind me and grabbed my arm, stopping me. I caught my breath before turning towards him. "Andy," He said. "We need to talk."

"Stefan told me about Rose," I quickly said, not meeting those blue orbs. I knew if I did, I would lose every bit of strength left in me, which wasn't a lot. "He told me that you two are… involved."

"Oh."

"And I hope she gets better, Damon," I forced myself to say, though it killed me. He must have seen it.

"You don't need to say that," He said, and I knew his blue eyes were searching my face

"Yes, I do," I nodded, still keeping my eyes down. "I-I know you care for her even if it is just a little, and you've lost so many people, I-I hope she's okay."

"Andy—"

"Time for work," I tried to smile at the ground, but I couldn't make it happen. I felt too low. I turned and walked away from him. I stopped halfway, and allowed myself to look back at him, to find he was already gone. I exhaled before continuing on.

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I got off from work around eight that night, and started heading home. On my way, I saw a car stopped in the middle of the road and a body lying on the road. I parked and rushed over.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" I asked, turning her body towards me, but then I saw her eyes staring into space and the bite marks that had dry blood on it. I screamed, falling back when a figure suddenly appeared in front of me.

I stumbled backward, seeing Damon with blood around his mouth.

"What... What did you do?!" I demanded, standing. He didn't answer so I pushed him backward. "Answer me, Damon!"

He took a swig out of a vodka bottle which I just now noticed. I started to yell at him until I realized Rose must have died. Why else would he be doing this?

"I'm mourning," He slurred. "Humans do it, too, remember?"

"Give me that," I snatched the bottle away and threw it down. It smashed into a thousand little pieces.

Damon cursed me and flew at me. He put a hand around my throat and growled. "Go ahead, kill me over a bottle of vodka!" I yelled, standing perfectly still and no fear filling me.

He stared at me a moment before releasing me. "Go. Now. I said, go, Andy!" He shoved me to the ground, but I didn't back down. I stood up and punched him. He stumbled to the ground. He must be really drunk since he let me punch him.

I stared at him a moment before getting out my phone and calling Stefan.

"Hello?"

"Stefan, I need your help. I'm on Wickery Drive, and we need a clean-up."

"What happened? Where's Damon?"

"I'll tell you later, and I'm dealing with Damon right now. Please, will you?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'll be there in ten."

"Thank you, Stefan. Just stop when you see a car sitting by itself. I'm going to take Damon home," I said. We hung up and I went over to Damon and helped him up. I got him into my car and started to drive.

"I d-don't-don't n-need your h-help," He slurred.

"Yes, you do," I glanced over at him before I turned my attention back to the road.

"You've got... got a mean right hook." He said, and that was the last words spoken. We rode in silence until we got to the Boarding House. I parked and helped him out and into the house. I drug him upstairs to his room and laid him on the bed.

I went into the bathroom a washcloth and put some water on it before returning. I cleaned the blood off of his mouth and the little part that had dripped down onto his neck. I looked up and our gazes locked. He leaned up and his lips started to press against mine, but I pulled back at the last second, biting my lip. I couldn't allow myself to kiss him. He was drunk and Rose had died probably not even an hour ago.

I stood quickly and went back into the bathroom and disposed of the rag. I returned and started to leave, but stopped at his voice. "Stay, Andy."

I sighed, turning back toward him. "I can't, Damon,"

"Why?"

"You know why," I said softly.

"Please," He pleaded. I sighed again before I made a huge mistake. I went over to the other side of the bed. I climbed onto it and laid on my side. He turned towards me.

"Happy?" I asked, looking up in his blue eyes.

"I always wanted you in my bed," He flirted, his words slurred again.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "I'm not going to have sex with you, Damon."

He put his hand on the side of my face. "I am an idiot."

"Why do you say that?" I asked, pulling his hand off of my face and putting it back to his side.

"I'm letting you slip away from me." He murmured.

"I can assure you that you're not losing me, Damon," I murmured back. "I just know that we shouldn't be together right now, especially since I'm still angry at you."

"Why?"

"Because you lied to me and I don't want a relationship like that. I've had enough of those," I explained, staring into those blue eyes. I felt so vulnerable and weak right now. I didn't like it. I broke our gazes and turned onto my back. "And because of Elena. She'll always be there."

"But so will you,"

I looked back over at him for a moment. "Just go to sleep, Damon," I turned my back to him and closed my eyes. I only planned to stay until he fell asleep, but I slowly drifted off to sleep myself.

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