~*•° Andy's POV °•*~

I felt strong, firm arms wrapped around me... I smiled and nestled closer to the warm body. I felt so content and actually happy—

Wait.

I wasn't with anyone last night. I only spent the night in Damon's bed—

My eyes snapped opened, and I saw Damon sound asleep next to me with his arms wrapped around me. I groaned inwardly as I realized how stupid and weak I had been and also that his arms were secured tightly around me.

I tried to scoot out of his embrace, but it immediately woke him. "What's wrong?" He asked, his blue eyes alert.

"I want to go home, but you're trapping me," I said, wiggling as tried to break from him embrace.

"Andy, wait," He put a hand on my face, lifting my chin so I could look at him. "Please stop being angry with us all."

"This isn't the way to change that," I snapped. "And my reaction is perfectly normal in a situation such as this one."

"No, you're acting like a child throwing a tantrum. I could have compelled you to forget, made you oblivious to everything again."

"Then I would hope to be smarter than to go after you again!" I spat, shoving him away from me and heading towards the door. "Don't try to make your actions justified, Elijah, because they just aren't."

"Elijah?"

I stopped, my eyes widening at my name slip-up. "I-I meant D-Damon." I hurried out the door.

~ * • ° • ° • * ~

I got home, well aware that I probably had bad bed head. At least I could pass it off as I didn't put any product in my hair this morning. I saw a car I didn't recognize but was familiar in the driveway and I stared at it a moment before giving up and heading inside. When I got inside, I headed towards the kitchen and—

I gasped, freezing up. "John?"

My uncle – well, father – was walking out of the kitchen and heading towards the front door. He stopped when he saw me, a smile on his face. "Hello, Andy."

I stared at him a moment before rushing over and throwing my arms around him. I gave him a tight hug. Jenna and Elena watched through the doorway, but I ignored them.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" I demanded from him, stepping back and crossing my arms. "Why didn't you tell me you are my father?"

"Because you couldn't know before, Andy," He said, his expression turning somber.

I shook my head. "I deserved to know… but I'm not angry at you."

"You aren't?"

"No, I have too many other people to be angry at, John. I don't have the energy to be angry at you, too," I smiled weakly.

"Perhaps you want to go into town with me, then? I'd like to hear how you're doing," He said.

I nodded, my smiling growing. "Yeah, I'd love to. Let me change and I'll be right back.

"Of course."

I smiled before hurrying upstairs. Once I changed, I begun to head downstairs, and Elena immediately walked in my path. "Why are you going with John?" She asked.

I sighed, crossing my arms and turning towards him. "He's our father, Elena,"

"How can you not be mad at John? But have anger towards me and everyone else?" She asked, folding her arms as well and tilting her head.

I scoffed, running hands through my hair then putting them on my hips. "I'm mad at Jenna, you, and even Damon because I expected more from all of you! From John… With him, I-I know he messes up and I don't expect much from him. But when I realized what Damon was and that you all had lied to me this entire time… Elena, I was hurt. I still am," I said, shaking my head at her oblivion.

She stood straight up now, her face in realization of why I was angry, but I wasn't even angry. I was hurt. Well, I was a little angry. "Andy, I-I... I'm so sor—"

"Stop, please," I shook my head and held up my hands. "I don't want an apology right now, not from you, or Damon, or Jeremy, or anyone. I-I just want to go spend time with my father."

I turned away and walked down the stairs. John waited at the door and smiled when he saw me. "Ready?" He asked. I nodded excitedly and hurried toward the door.

~ * • ° • ° • * ~

I sat at a table at the Grill waiting for John to return. He had stopped to speak with Mayor Lockwood, Tyler's mom, of course, and asked if I'd go grab a table. I saw Jenna and Alaric walk in and start to head over to me, but one look from me made them decide otherwise.

John walked in shortly and sat down. "I'm sorry, I had matters to discuss with Mayor Lockwood."

"It's okay, I ordered you tea... You were talking about vampire business?" I guessed, frowning.

He stared at me a moment. "Who told you?"

"I was kidnapped by two five hundred year-old vampires and was handed over to an Original," I explained, rubbing my neck.

"Elena didn't mention that," He said after another moment.

"I'm a doppelganger of someone Elijah knew," I said. "Elijah's the Original." I quickly explained.

"Yes, I know," He looked away with a pensive expression.

"Can we talk about something else? I just don't like talking about—"

"Look who's here," He interrupted, looking toward the door. I bit my lip stared down at my table. What did I expect? Why wouldn't he want to speak about anything other than me?

"John, buddy, how have you been?"

My head snapped up to see Damon standing above us. Elena stood behind him and watched me with pitiful eyes. I turned away from her.

"I've been alright, Damon," John said, taking a sip of the tea I had ordered. "It's good to see you."

"Andy," Damon greeted.

I tore my eyes away from the table and looked up at him. "H-hi Damon," He smirked and I felt my heart skip a beat. I couldn't help it. He was just so beautiful. I had to look away again.

"So word on the street, John, is that you know a lot about—" Damon begun and I immediately cut him off.

"No, no, no," I shook my head. "No talking of that kinds of things. Not today. Can't there be one day where everyone isn't talking about this?"

"Andy, it's fine—" John began and I interrupted him, now I was angry.

I stood, looking over at him. "Okay fine then. Maybe once you're done here and you decided you're finished with vampire business, we can talk about how you wanted to speak with me about how I've been?" It could have been said nicely, but I snapped at him and glared at Elena before going to the bathroom.

I went over to the sink and splashed water in my face. I closed my eyes and tried calming myself down, and found myself thinking of Elijah's intoxicating scent, and his strong arms wrapped around me. How he touched my chin… and called me Anastasia.

And I sighed. Crap. I'd forgotten about her.

"Andy." I spun around and was face-to-face with Damon. I screamed in surprise, and caught myself on the counter. "Are you okay? You were completely out of it right then."

I smacked his chest. "This is the ladies' room, Damon, get out! What if someone walked in and saw you in here?"

He cupped one side of his mouth, and leaned slightly closer as if he was telling me a secret. "I locked the door," He whispered with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes and pushed him back slightly. I began walking to the door. "You're an idiot."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me back. "Andy, wait."

"What now, Damon?" I demanded, turning back towards him. I inhaled softly at seeing the raw emotion in his eyes.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you what I was, or anything about vampires," He said. "Please say you forgive me."

I exhaled, thinking it over before nodding. "I forgive you, Damon, but I can't... I just can't handle any of—"

He cut me off with a kiss. I tried willing myself to pull away, but I couldn't do it. He pulled me closer and I got as close as I was able to. But how come I was picturing someone else at this moment?

I finally was able to pull myself away, and put my hands on his shoulders to keep distance between us. I hung my head low.

"Oh my lord," I muttered. Why had I allowed that? Why had I allowed him to get even more towards my feelings? Every time he had hurt me, and I didn't want to be hurt again. What made this time different from the others? "I-I should go," I whispered. "I have homework. And other stuff to do. Important stuff."

"Of course," He said, obviously disappointed. His voice stopped me again from walking out the door. "I'm sorry I ruined your conversation with John. I shouldn't have."

I looked over my shoulder at him, not sure if this was the right time or not to say this, but I was going to anyways. "And I'm sorry about Rose," I whispered before leaving for good.

This time, he hadn't tried to stop me.

~ * • ° • ° • * ~

Hours later, when it was dark, I had finished looking around town and headed towards the Grill. John hadn't tried apologizing to me, in fact he hadn't come back at all today. I did my best to hide my disappointment but it was starting to become hard to hide my anger towards everyone when all they do is lie and always have some sort of vampire drama going on.

On my way towards the Grill, I saw Caroline talking to a woman. I started to ignore it, but Caroline screamed in pain. I saw burn marks on her face, which quickly healed. She turned back around and a man I didn't notice before shot her in the head, and she collapsed on the ground.

I stared in shock until the woman looked up and noticed me.

"Brady!" The woman called, gesturing to me, and I now recognized her as the one Damon had been talking to a couple of nights ago at the bar.

I turned and darted. And as stupid as it was, I raced down an alleyway. My heart was racing and my head pounding. "Damon!" I cried out in terror, though he probably wasn't even around.

I felt a sharp pain in my thigh but ignored it because of all the adrenaline. But I suddenly lost my footing and some slammed into a brick wall and I slumped onto the ground. I felt the barrel of a gun against my forehead.

"No, wait!" The woman called. "I recognize her. She's Elena Gilbert's twin sister. We need her."

There was more said, but I blacked out.

~ * • ° • ° • * ~

"Anastasia!"

I turned my head to the sound of my name and laughed when I saw the blue eyed boy with the dimples that could melt a girl's heart if they were directed at her. He was grinning back at me and stuck the sword that he had in his hands into the dirt before beginning to walk my way.

But something suddenly changed in his eyes as he slowly stepped closer and closer, his eyes slowly turning amber.

"No, no!" I pleaded, standing from my chair and running towards a set of woods, but I had a long, green dress that was making it difficult.

Twigs snapped under my feet and I felt tears soaking my cheeks. I didn't want to die. I tripped and fell onto my knees. I heard a low chuckle and immediately hid behind a tree.

Was this how I was going to die? In a forest alone with a madman? I turned to face the tree, hearing a twig snap from the other side of it, and tried looking around the corner.

"Anastasia," A voice whispered from behind me. I whipped around to be met with amber eyes and flashing fangs with pink lips covering them that almost immediately pulled into a smirk and the sharp ends entered my throat.

I gasped for air, sitting up and grabbing my throat. That dream had felt so… so real. My throat was aching.

"Andy, calm down, I'm here!"

I looked over to see Caroline with blood all over her. I felt sick.

"Care, where are we?" I questioned, looking around to see we were in a cage. There were windows but the blinds prevented me from seeing out. There was a small kitchen, and I could slightly see a door. A RV, maybe? "Why are we here?" I demanded, figuring that she had to know.

She sighed before explaining it all very quickly. "Damon killed Tyler's uncle, Mason, and Tyler was turned into a werewolf and was only told about me being a vampire. Well, this other werewolf, Jules, blows in and messes everything up and now we're here!"

"Obviously," I muttered, turning away for a moment. "Why are you covered in blood?"

"They shot me with vervain bullets," She explained, looking at her already healed wounds. "It still stings." I looked over at her then at the ground. "Andy, Elena is so sorry—"

"No, I'm already being held hostage by werewolves. You are not going to torture me more with lectures that you think will do me good but will absolutely not help at all." I scooted across from her and leaned against the walls.

"Andy! You're being stubborn."

"And that's my own problem, okay? So, please, back off," I looked away from her, a glare on my face.

The door opened to a man and he sat in a chair across from us with a gun. I simply ignored him. Damon would come for us… wouldn't he? The woman, Jules, I assume, walked in with a phone to her ear, to which she preceded to turn towards the man with the gun.

"He needs proof."

The man stood and begun shooting Caroline, but she wouldn't scream and hid her face away, but finally she gave in and screamed while I stared in shock. Jules motioned toward me.

"Her, too."

A stinging sensation burned through me and I felt pain in my stomach. I didn't cry out, and instead held my breath. The man then shot me right in the arm and I let out a small scream, but immediately repressed it despite all the pain I was in. I knew I had to be losing a lot of blood.

The woman, Jules, walked out and I leaned against the walls again, groaning. Soon, the man left, too, after shooting Caroline again and trying to get some answers. I was zoning out through most of it.

"You need to drink my blood, Andy," Caroline said, coming over to me and offering her wrist. I shoved it away.

"No, I don't, keep that away from me," I snapped.

"You'll die, Andy, you need to-" She stopped mid-sentence before continuing. "Damon and Stefan are here."

I sat straight up, forgetting the pain I was in momentarily. "Are they okay?"

"Yeah, but they are going to fight with the werewolf pack," She said, and we looked at each other in shock. She immediately went over to the cage door and tried reaching a latch on it. "No, no, no!"

Right then, Tyler walked in, and relief flooded me. One more minute and I would've had to drink Caroline's blood.

"Tyler, there's a latch on the door and I can't get to it," Caroline said, attempting to reach it but failing miserably. Tyler hesitated, and we watched him expectantly. "Tyler?" Caroline asked, shocked when she realized that he wasn't going to. "Tyler, please! Tyler? Andy's dying!"

He finally saw me and decided to let us out. He opened the cage and I rushed outside. I saw Damon pinned against a tree and cried out, but somehow he managed to take him out.

Damon spotted me. "Run, Andy!"

I started towards him.

"Run!" He screamed at me and I listened then, running with a limp. I got away from the fight, but didn't get very far before the adrenaline left my body and I fell onto the dirt road.

So this was how I died. Not how I had imagined, considering all I did was witness a kidnapping.

Ugh, I couldn't think. It hurt to think and everything was getting foggy. I felt my mind slipping away, and I probably couldn't even have told you the president of the United States at this point.

A car stopped and a man picked me up from the ground, but I used my last bit of strength to try to push away, but it was no use.

"Who… Who are y-you?" My voice was dry and raspy. I couldn't even open my eyes.

"I'm a friend of Elijah's," the voice said, and I passed out after that.

~ * • ° • ° • * ~