Damon was relieved when Adrianna began talking again, but he felt terrible all at once. He had fed her his blood when she said that it was something that she didn’t want, but if he hadn’t she surely would have died. Soon Jeremy came in and she said she was fine, but once Jeremy left the room, Damon looked over to her. “I’m sorry, it was the only way I knew to heal you.” he apologized to her before he sat on the bed beside her and gently moved strands of hair from her face.
He soon motioned over to the tray of breakfast he had brought up to her. “Eat, you’ll need to keep your strength up. I’ll keep an eye on you until my blood is out of your system.” he assured her, “And if you need anything, just tell me, I’ll get it for you. Or if you just want something, say so.”
It was partially his fault, in his eyes, that she had gotten hurt in the first place, but there was only so much he could do to keep her safe, and he thought he was being polite by not listening when she went up to change. Then it had went to hell, but she was safe now, and something told him that things were only going to get harder from there. He wanted to know what Ophelia meant the night before, about things getting messy, but he didn’t necessarily want to ask her if they were going to be. With a sigh he felt his phone vibrate and he answered. “Hello?”
“Is she okay?” Elena asked and Damon sighed.
“Better, I got the poison out and gave her some blood. I’ll be keeping an eye on her to make sure she heals and doesn’t turn.” he whispered the last part.
“How did it happen?” she asked and Damon sighed.
“I have no idea. I am guessing it was when she got kidnapped last night. A lot went on, and I’m not sure what else has gone on. Keep you posted though, come out if you can. I think it will lift her spirits.” he said before he hung up.
Ophelia stopped briefly at the house on the hill, to park her car there, and she soon set out to Albany, again on foot. She had her purse and a small backpack over her shoulder and she made it there in less time than the night before. She stood before the cemetery gates and looked through her purse, drinking up a vial of vervain before she headed into the cemetery and she sat at Erik’s grave. She had some vervain flowers too and she placed fresh ones on the grave and she touched the stone.
She wanted so badly for this to be real, that Erik was there to help her through things, but she had a bad feeling that he would be gone again before she knew it. She just wanted to be happy, and she felt so empty without him and it felt like her memory was the same way. She smiled slightly, at the memory when she first met him, while she waited for him.
The sun hung just over the horizon behind her, heating up her back as she let her hair out of its bun while she watched the sunset from the hill she was on. A man soon sat down beside her and she jumped slightly, but he just laughed. “I didn’t know anyone else came here.” he commented, and for a moment she was quiet. She saw the stake on his belt and he chuckled. “You wouldn’t believe it if I told you what that was for. What’s your name?”
“Ophelia Regal.” she finally answered.
“I’m Erik Redford.”
The memory faded from her mind quickly, and she looked up and saw Erik there, and she could feel the tears in her eyes again. “So, this is real?”
He nodded to her and his form sat down in front of her, on the gravestone, and he chuckled at the vervain, “Still placing vervain on my grave I see. But Ophelia, I need you to listen to me. You have done something recently that caused you this pain. You were ready to move on from me, and I know this sounds absolutely insane, but you told me you found the one thing we always talked about.”
She felt her eyebrow raise in an attempt to find her hairline. “What? You mean the person who could accept us for who and what we were without trying to change us?” To that he nodded and Ophelia shook her head. “I can’t believe that, Erik. No one could take me as I am… You couldn’t, not after you found out what I was…” she pointed out.
“There will be a man arriving here shortly, he’ll know where to find you because you have told him the story behind Albany, what it means to you… Why you always return here… I will reappear to you after you meet him, again.” Erik told her before he disappeared and Ophelia sat there, staring at his grave stone and she placed her backpack beside her and rummaged through her purse and pulled out a blood bag and checked around before she drained it. Now all she could do was wait… She guessed.