Like father like daughter

9

I groan and slam my fist on the door again. This time it opens and I slew a sleepy Ric. I roll my eyes at the irony of the situation and walk into his apartment.

"Whiskey?" I ask looking for my favorite numbing alcohol. I walk over to his kitchen and find a small bar and search through it.

"I thought you didn't drink." I notice Ric digging through a cabinet, then he pulls out a bottle and a glass. He pours the glass, but I take the whole bottle and sit on the counter.

"Not for fun." I take a sip and savor it for a moment. I let myself start breathing again and try to calm my heart rate. I'm so mad right now all I can see is red.

"I hat are you doing here... how'd you even find me?" I groan at his stupidity.

"I know where all of my greatest threats live... and you're the closest to the hospital." I then take another sip and let it settle my body again.

"The hospital... wait, what happened to you? Why are you bleeding?" I shake my head.

"Will you call Damon. I want him here. I don't trust you enough."

"It's 5:21 a.m. He's probably asleep."

"Please just call him!" He nods and then walks to what I assume is his bedroom. I then see him lean against the door frame with the phone to his ear. I sigh and take another sip.

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There's a much nicer than mine knock on the door, and Ric walks over to open it. I slide off of the counter, wincing as I go, now that the adrenaline has worn off, and I limp over towards the door. Ric opens it and I see Damon in a crumpled t-shirt and jeans. How does he manage to look this good at 5 in the morning?

He looks around and then his eyes land on me. He looks me up and down, not in a predatory glance, but an assessing glance, and walks over to me. I look at him confused, but he ignores my looks and picks me up bridal style. My body goes stiff as he carries me, but I relax when he puts me on the counter.

He bites his wrist and goes to give me his blood to heal me, but I roll my eyes and push it away.

"It won't work. Whatever my grandmother did to me, I can't drink vampire blood, and my blood is laced with vervain. It won't work." He sighs and then turns to Ric. They have a silent conversation, and then Ric walks off into what appears to be a study room.

He comes back with a box and then sits down on one of the chairs next to me. He then starts cleaning at my different wounds, and I turn to Damon knowing they'll want answers.

"When we got home last night, there was police tape. My foster dad was dead, and my foster mother had to go to the ambulance. I went with her. She had surgery and I threw a fit about not knowing anything. Then I said something I shouldn't have and I was trying to leave. The doctor wouldn't let me. He kept attacking me. He kept trying to keep me in the room. Then I finally made it away from him and left... I left. I left him alone! Oh my gosh, Damon, I left him alone with Jenny!"