"Part of me wishes that I could forget, too. Forget meeting you, finding out what you are, and everything that's happened since," Elena stated, sitting on her porch with Stefan. Damon was inside, compelling her brother, Jeremy, as they spoke.
"Is that what you want?" Stefan asked her, gazing deep into Elena's eyes, into her soul.
All that Elena could do was keep looking off into the distance. She was still in shock from the things that Vicki had done to her previously. Elena gripped at her bleeding stomach and simply nodded. "Yes. It is. Because I don't want to live like this. I don't want to feel like this."
Stefan looked at her, sadness covering his face. Before he could reply, Damon walked outside through their front doors. His face actually looked vulnerable. He was feeling sympathy for the first time in a long while.
"It's done," he stated, looking at Elena. She instantly stood up, walking towards the momentarily unstable vampire.
"Can you make me forget?" she pleaded.
Damon looked at his brother, who only looked defeated. "What do you want to forget?" he asked.
"Everything. I want to forget everything."
Damon nodded at her, but his face was actually somewhat depressed. "If you really want to, yes. I can do that."
He flashed one more look to his brother, before Elena gestured for them to walk inside.
When they reached Elena's room, she sighed, pulling her hair out of the tight ponytail. Elena fell on the bed, her legs crossed. Damon did the same, sitting across from her.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" he said, trying to make Elena feel some regret.
"Yes," she answered. "I'm sick of this life. I'm sick of these secrets!"
Damon knew Elena wasn't thinking rationally. Her body was in shock. She needed time to figure this out. Within a moment, Damon was suddenly distracted by an absolutely amazing smell. He looked around for it, and then realized Elena's neck was bleeding.
"Just a minuteā¦" he said, letting his fangs go across his wrist. He held it up to Elena's face, and she drank it, her neck closing. Now, he could concentrate.
"Just do it!" she commanded, removing her Vervain necklace.
Damon could have anything from her now. The damn necklace was off.
"You want to forget, do you?" he said, a smirk now covering his face. He looked into her eyes, his pupils dilating. Elena was mesmerized.
"Stefan Salvatore never existed," Damon told her, using compulsion. "I'm all that ever existed for you. Damon Salvatore. The one you'll always love. The one you go to for comfort."
Elena didn't move. She couldn't move. "I don't know Stefan Salvatore. I know you. I love you," she repeated, her mind now flowing with wonderful thoughts of Damon. The thoughts he was filling her head with.
"Good," he stated, sealing the deal with a smooth kiss upon her lips. She kissed him back, slowly coming out of the compulsion with new, wicked thoughts about Damon. He snickered against her lips as she kissed him back, harder, enjoying the moment.
After a while, Damon pulled away from her, Elena trying to bring him back, dying for another kiss.
He was going to enjoy this a lot.
"One quick question," he said, holding her face between his hands. "Do you know a Stefan?"
Elena looked at him, puzzled. "No. I don't know anyone named Stefan."
Damon smirked again, as he leaned in to kiss her again. Yes, he definitely would enjoy this.
