~ * • ° Andy's POV ° • * ~

I woke up in the same bed as earlier this morning – assuming it's the same day – in the dark; the only light was from the setting sun. I sighed and moved to stand, only to let a cry out in pain. I now had on another one of those button up dress shirts on and lifted it up to see that the hole that the bullet was in was stitched up, and hurt immensely.

"Andrea."

I jumped when I saw Elijah in the doorway and immediately yanked the shirt down, a blush rising to my cheeks. Who had dressed me?

"What's going on?" I asked, putting a hand over my wound. "Why wouldn't your blood heal me?"

"I cannot know that for certain, nor does Jonas," He stepped into the room and turned on a light. "But we assume it has to do with you being a doppelganger."

I looked down, breathing in and out slowly. It always had to come back to that, didn't it? "How long have I been out?"

"Almost all day, as you can now see it is dusk," He gestured to the window.

"Who stitched me up?"

"Jonas."

"I'll have to thank him," I said before my thoughts returned to Damon and that woman that had kissed him. I rubbed my temples and felt the hole in my chest return, but it didn't hurt as bad with Elijah near. He distracted me from it.

"Do you wish to return home?" He asked, pulling me from my thoughts. I looked up to him, his brown eyes creating chills along my spine. Did he want me to leave… or was he going to ask me to stay? Did I want to leave?

"Well," I swallowed the remaining fear and smiled at him. "Are you trying to get rid of me, Elijah?"

"No, Andrea, I was not attempting—"

I laughed, shaking my head and running my hand through my hair. "I'm kidding, Elijah. Do… Do you mind if I stay here a little longer?"

"Of course not." His answer came sooner than I expected and he became silent for a moment.

We sat in that silence a long moment until I finally spoke up again. "If I asked you questions, would you answer them?"

"I will attempt," He said, taking a seat in a chair next to the bed. "As long as you promise to answer my own."

"Deal," I said instantly. He stared at me expectantly, and I realized he was waiting for me to ask a question. "This character Klaus and you… You were friends?"

"…Yes," He answered reluctantly.

"How close?" I pressed on, but he didn't answer. "What I ask and what you answer with stays between us, Elijah, I promise."

He stared at me a moment before answering. "Klaus is my brother."

I stared in shock at him. "What?"

"We have not seen each other in other two centuries," He explained, looking out the window, getting lost in thought before looking back to me. "I am here to put a stop to him. For far too long he's tried to break the curse, and now I'm going to use it against him."

I breathed a moment. "How do you get to that point? I mean, I'm angry and hurt with my siblings, but... but I'd never be able to kill them," I shook my head. "What did he do?"

"Too many things to tell in such a short time."

"I have all night," I insisted.

He smiled small at me, and my heart skipped a beat. "Perhaps it is my turn for a question?'

"Yeah, go ahead," I nodded, laying down on my stomach and resting my chin on the soft, white pillows.

"What is your relationship with Damon?"

I sighed. Of course he asked that. "It's… Well, it's complicated."

"I have all night."

I smiled warily over at him. "I met him when he first came to town, just after Stefan had arrived. We sort of just… clicked. We understood each other in an odd way and I accepted that he wasn't the best guy. I accepted it. I instantly loved him. We acknowledged our feelings, yes, but I knew he was hiding something from me, so I kept my distance… at first. Damon Salvatore is hard to resist. At the annual Lockwood Masquerade, I finally decided I didn't care about the secret and wanted to be with him, but he... but he..." I trailed off, looking out the window and feeling my heart breaking. "He told me he was in love with someone else, which turns out it was my sister."

He stayed silent, and I was grateful. I hid my face for a moment as I wiped away the tears and then continued. I wasn't sure why I was pouring out my heart to him, I just trusted him with this. Plus, I had no one else to turn to. "Since then, he's attempted to get back together with me, yet he always gets a new girlfriend whenever I pushed him away," I laughed bitterly. "Which I discovered the new one earlier at the Lockwoods."

"I apologize."

"Don't," I shook my head, wiping my tears away. "It's my own stupidity. I choose the worst guys." I sat up and hugged the pillow to my chest. "My turn again. Who is Anastasia?"

"Now is not the time to speak about that."

"Yes, it is," I insisted. "I am her doppelganger, aren't I? I deserve to know who she was."

Elijah stood, straightening his coat out. "I think that's enough for tonight."

"No, it's not—" I stood and begun to fight back, but Jonas walked into the room.

"Werewolf trouble at the Salvatore resident."

"I will take care of it," Elijah said, fixing a button on his jacket. Jonas left without another word.

"I'm not finished," I argued.

"I don't have to answer your question," Elijah reminded.

I scoffed, folding my arms. "I want to go home."

"If you must, but I have some business to attend to first."

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We pulled up to the Salvatore Boarding House. "W-what are we doing here?" I demanded, looking over at him.

"I have some things to deal with. Stay here," He said, getting out of the car and disappearing.

Did he really think I would wait? I mean, I did hear "werewolf trouble" from Jonas. What if something bad had happened to Stefan and Damon?

I rushed out of the car and quickly ran into the house. I noticed Alaric passed out with a knife in his stomach, but that ring he had on would bring him back, if something supernatural had killed him, that is.

I came to the library to see three bodies with holes in their chests. I felt woozy, and looked to see Elijah walking toward another man. I saw someone slip out, I just didn't see the person's face.

"What about you, sweetheart, hmm?" Elijah asked, going toward a man I didn't recognize. He attempted to hide, his eyes wide with fear. "You want to take a shot? Yes, no, yes?" Elijah looked around, then to a chair. I held in a gasp as saw Damon tied to the chair with chains and blood stained his shirt. "Where's the girl?" Elijah asked him.

"I don't know," Damon groaned before opening his eyes. Our eyes met before I looked away.

"It doesn't really matter," Elijah suddenly punched the man in the face, yanking his heart out in the same instance. I stared in shock, every muscle in my body locked up.

Elijah didn't notice me and removed all the chains from Damon. "So you realize this is the third time I've saved your life now?" He turned around and saw me, but preceded to pick up a stone and slip it into his pocket. He looked at me before leaving. I stared after him a second before quickly following. I wasn't going to stay here with Damon, though I heard him calling after me as I fled.

He was getting in his car and I got back in. We drove in silence and I stared numbly ahead. This was the second person he had killed in front of me. I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't even realize we had gotten to my house until he spoke.

"I told you to wait in the car," He said as he put the car in park.

"I don't take orders well," I said, looking over at him. "Thanks… for saving Damon and everything else. Like giving me your blood. I'm sure it tasted like the nectar of the gods." I couldn't help but smile small at what I had said. I think I saw him smile in the corner of my eye, though I stared at my lap as I spoke again. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course… with limitations."

"If your siblings, just pretend you have more than just Klaus, had done terrible things to you, would you be able to ever forgive them? Because I don't know if I'll be able to ever forgive my own." I looked over at him. He stared at me a moment, but I couldn't make out what exactly he was thinking. And I liked that. With Damon, he always went one way, which was to protect Elena and make sure she was okay. So whatever choice would have Elena's best interest in it would always be his choice. With Elijah, since he was so new to me, everything about him was new and exciting. Would that last?

"You give them what judgement you think is fair," He answered after a moment of thought.

"Like you gave that guy back there?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," He replied this time without hesitation.

I nodded once. I appreciated he backed up his word and didn't abandon as I called him out. "Will I see you soon?"

"Perhaps."

"Thanks, again," I smiled over at him, despite the fear I had for him, and went inside. I looked out the window and watched as he pulled away.

"Andy?"

I jumped and turned around, seeing Jenna. "Oh… hi."

"Who has you blushing?" She asked with a smile, folding her arms.

"That… That was–" I glanced back at the window. "–just a friend."

"Really?" She asked.

"Really," I couldn't hide the goofy smile, and covered my mouth as I looked down.

"What are you wearing?" I looked to see John coming down the stairs. I glanced at myself to see I was still wearing Elijah's shirt and the boxers.

"I borrowed them from my friend," I said, running a hand through my hair.

"That's where you were last night?" Jenna asked with a knowing smile.

"Nothing happened, I swear!" I shook my head quickly. "We were… We were just talking! No… other activities."

"First Elena, now Andy?" John asked, looking over at Jenna.

"You know what I said earlier and I'm standing behind it," She responded.

"And I just might take you up on that," John snapped back.

"She's more of a parent figure than you are. At least she doesn't abandon her promises," I walked past him on the staircase. "I'm going to bed." I went up to my room and closed the door behind me. I turned to get in bed—

"Ahh!" I screamed, but Damon's hand quickly flew over my mouth. He held a finger over his mouth.

"Andy? Are you okay?" I heard Jenna ask through the door.

I pushed Damon's hand off of my face. "Yeah, I'm fine… Just a bug. But I'll squash it no worries." I heard her footsteps walk away and once they disappeared, I shoved Damon backward. "What are you doing here?!" I demanded. "After everything that's happened, you come here?!"

"You were with Elijah, Andy," He said. "Why wouldn't I come here first?"

"Because I'm done with you, and I don't want you in my room, so get out," I tried pushing him toward the window, but he stayed in place.

"I'm not leaving until you explain why you lied to me today about being with Elijah," He snapped.

I stopped in my tracks. "What?"

"Elijah had already told me that you were safe and healed up, and that I would see you soon enough and could ask you that he hadn't done anything to you. But when I did ask, you lied straight to me." He said. We stared at each other for a long moment.

"You don't deserve an explanation," I said finally, holding back tears. "You don't deserve to hear anything from me."

"I know that, Andy, but—"

"I'd appreciate it if you left," I interrupted.

He stared at me a moment. "Fine. But you should know that Elijah's going to sacrifice Elena in order to kill Klaus."

I didn't answer, just stood there speechless with tears in my eyes. He disappeared and I fell to the ground crying. There goes my good mood.

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