Poison & Wine - Chapter XII

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I woke up by the sound of my alarm. I groaned as I stood to my feet and stretched out like a cat. I then showered and left my hair alone to curl and dry itself. I picked up my things for school and headed out of my room. I think today will be a good day. Maybe Elijah will—

Wait. I abruptly stopped halfway on the stairs. Elijah. The dagger. Oh, God, what had I done? What had I done?

An ache burned inside of me and I felt sick. I had daggered Elijah. I had removed him from my life forever and if he ever were to return for any reason, it was certain he wouldn't want a thing to do with me. Or worse, he would want revenge.

I had done the worst thing I could possibly imagine.

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"You seem distracted today."

I looked up to Dr. Ripley and shrugged. "I'm always distracted. These sessions aren't the most interesting thing."

"Not like this. Did you lose someone, Andy?"

"What gave me away?" I asked in a small voice. Well, it was the same friend, but that didn't make it hurt any less. Especially since I had done it myself and now was never going to see him in my lifetime again.

"Well, it's only been a week since your last appointment. You weren't due today." She pointed out.

I held back the tears that I felt building up. I hated crying and if I did it in front of Dr. Ripley, she would never let me live it down. "I've just had a long week."

"Anything you say here is confidential, Andy." She handed me a box of tissues as if I was going to pour out my heart.

Shaking my head, I pushed the box away. "I've got nothing I want to share."

"How about we start with this friend of yours, Damon? I'm sure he's got some role to play in this," She leaned closer to me. How had she figured that Damon was involved? I had only ever mentioned him once, and that was when he had dated Caroline. "Are you two together?"

I stared at her a moment before shaking my head and looking out the window that had rain pounding against it. Had I damned myself? Would Elijah kill Elena and me the moment he was woken up? Would he kill Jeremy, Jenna, and all of our other friends?

Why was I even here? Oh, that's right, because I have no one to turn to speak with since—

"Andy, are you okay?"

I hadn't noticed that I had tears pouring down my face until now. I quickly wiped them away and stood. "I-I shouldn't have come… I'm sorry." I darted out of the room past the secretary and made a run for my car. I jumped in and began hyperventilating.

What had I done? Oh, God, Elijah, I killed him… Not Damon or Elena, but me… And I've damned us all. He is an Original and we took him out. There is no way he won't want retribution for this. After I calmed myself down a bit more, I refused to cry anymore. I can't let all of that out at once again. Last time, it had ended badly.

This morning, I'd woken up in my own bed. Everything seemed okay until everything came crashing down in my head. My stomach had begun to ache and my head pounding. I had drove around for hours after that, though it felt like an eternity, and had ended up at my therapist, where, thankfully, she'd immediately accepted seeing me.

And here I was.

I couldn't be still so I headed to the Grill then. I wasn't exactly sure what to do now because I'd already skipped school and now had nothing to do. When I got to the Grill, I headed toward the bathrooms. I noticed Stefan and Bonnie sitting with Jonas and a younger looking guy I didn't recognize. I felt pain all over again. Why had they even asked me to do that? Couldn't they see the way I cared for Elijah? As I pondered these things, I ran straight into John.

"Andy," He said, frowning at me.

"I can't handle any of this right now, John." I said, my voice breaking as I looked away from him to Jonas who watched me along with the guy I didn't recognize.

"I just wanted—"

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my stomach. I doubled over and gasped as I looked at my hands covered in blood. I covered my stomach from John and felt like I was stabbed all over again. My focus started slipping away.

And that's when I remembered vampire blood didn't exactly work on me and that Damon had given me his last night.

Stefan was suddenly next to me. "What's going on?"

"I'm not sure, she just—"

I interrupted John. "J-J… Jonas. I need Jonas." I wheezed out, looking around to find him. I closed my eyes, suddenly feeling dizzy, and felt myself swaying before I felt myself falling.

I opened my eyes once last time to see Elijah standing a few feet away from me, a dagger in his chest as he stared at me with a blank expression. "I'm sorry, Elijah." I managed to get out before I lost consciousness.

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I woke up in the white room.

I stood achingly, and lifted up the navy blue shirt I now had on. A gauze was wrapped completely around me and a slight blood stain was on it. I assumed seeing Elijah at the Grill was just a dream considering the dagger was in his chest. Pulling the shirt back down, I headed out of the door and went toward the voices.

"Thank you for this, Jonas," I heard Elena say. Anger rose in me. Why was she here?

"Well, I swore to Elijah that I'd make sure she would remain unharmed," Jonas responded and I paused, clenching my fists and squeezing my eyes closed. Elijah wanted to ensure my safety but was ready to sacrifice my sister? Taking a few breaths, I walked into the living room.

Elena stood with Stefan and Bonnie while Jonas stood with the guy from the Grill who I didn't recognize. "You're up," Elena came over and hugged me tightly. I flinched and kept my arms by my side. She pulled back. "How are you feeling, Andy?"

"I'm fine," I said, taking a step around her. I went over to Jonas. "I-I know—"

"How is your cut?" He cut me up by lifting up the bottom of my shirt and saw the blood leaking through. "We need to replace that."

I nodded, blinking back the tears. Jonas left the room and I looked over to the guy I didn't recognize. "I don't know you," I pointed out, sounding like a complete idiot as I stared at him.

"I'm Luka. Jonas is my father." He explained.

"Oh!" I forced a small smile at him. "Pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise." Jonas returned and unwrapped the gauze from around me. The stab wound wasn't nearly as bad as it should be.

"I did a spell which should have healed you completely, but it only did it about halfway, so you'll have to be careful until it fully heals," He explained.

"Why wouldn't the blood work?" I asked.

"Well, Elijah's guess had been because you're a doppelganger."

"Yeah, he mentioned that," I glanced over at Luka and frowned before looking back at him. "Could that be the same reason your spell didn't work?"

"We can't be exactly sure."

"Hm," I rubbed the back of my neck. "There's not much else to go on."

"When did Elijah give you his blood?" Elena asked. I'd forgotten she was in here along with Stefan and Bonnie.

When Jonas realized I wasn't going to answer, he did. "The night when the werewolves held Caroline and her captive."

"Damon said you were with him that night."

I slowly turned my head toward her. "Well, I wasn't. I was with Elijah that night."

Bonnie, Stefan, and her all exchanged a look. I rolled my eyes and looked back down at Jonas. He finished wrapping me up and stood to his feet. "We should go," Stefan said, looking at something on his phone.

I looked regretfully up at Jonas. "I'm so sorry about Elijah, Jonas… It was my fault." I kept a steady voice and made sure to maintain eye contact.

"It's fine, Andy," He said before leaving the room with Luka. "Take care of that cut."

I swallowed hard and turned toward the three. "Can you please take me home?"

"Yeah, come on," Elena walked over and squeezed my hand. I looked away from her and we started to walk out of the apartment. I was angry at her for making me do that, but I didn't have the energy to scream at her. Damon, however, was a different story. I was prepared to punch and scream at him.

We got into Stefan's car. Bonnie sat up front with Stefan and Elena sat with me in the back. "I wouldn't have made you do that if I knew that vampire blood didn't work on you," Elena said, pushing my hair out of my face.

I didn't respond because I couldn't trust myself to say something. She might have not known, but Damon did. Damon had seen me at the party at the Lockwoods. He had seen the blood, and he still allowed me to stab myself. For Elena. It always came back to her with him.

We got to our home and I got out and headed inside as quickly as I could. Caroline was there and blocked my way of going upstairs. "Please move," I said trying to squeeze by her.

"No."

"Caroline," I growled, glaring at her. Elena and Bonnie came in then. "Move."

"No, we're having an intervention." She stated bluntly.

"I don't need an intervention," I snapped. "And I certainly don't have the energy for this."

Bonnie stepped in. "Yes, you do, Andy. You've been going through a lot of things lately and—"

"You guys aren't my therapist!"

"You won't even talk to your therapist," Elena said. "She said the more things you bottle up, the harder you're going to fall, just like last time."

"I'm going through all this crap because you guys weren't honest with me from the beginning!" I shouted, looking at each of them. "And I get to find out the hard way that everything about my life has been a lie, along with the people in it!"

"And Elijah didn't lie to you?" Caroline asked, folding her arms. "You do realize that he was playing you, right? He was going to sacrifice Elena! And then he was just going keep you around because you look like the girl he used to love." I smacked her across her cheek. She looked at me in shock.

"Don't think I didn't realize what Elijah was going to do, and yes looking back I am upset at him," I spat at her. "But don't think pointing that out is going to make me any less angry at you all. If anything, it made me angrier!"

I shoved past her and ran up to my room. I got into there and started tearing up everything I could in my path, which included my paintings and pictures. I tore up a photo of Damon and then one of Elena. After I was through with those, I looked around for something else to destroy and noticed my copy of Romeo and Juliet on the bed. I ran over and shredded the papers into a million pieces and threw the spine across the room.

I sunk to my feet as I looked around at the mess I had made. Why had I daggered Elijah? I could've just threw it back in Damon's face and told him to do it himself. But I did know one thing. I hated myself for not.

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The End of Chapter XII