DISCLAIMER: I don't own any characters, it belongs to L.J. Smith for the Novels and Julie Plec and her team of writers and producers for the TV show. The story however, is completely mine.
Damon's POV
I had walked, more like stumbled into the house that I had known for years but today that exact house looked like a place I had never seen in my life. But somewhere in my subconscious the location was well fit for me to walk to it after everything that had happened to me. Being locked in a dark area with no access to the outside world, I had done well in trying to stay sane with everything that was happening with me and around me. I had been with that crap for years and needed to get out of the horrible life that I had been living for the past some odd days which felt like many years. I had seemed to lost count of the days after a few weeks and maybe I could blame the lost state of my mind set that I was in. Escaping from there and coming home was a blur that I wished I knew. Never the less, I was glad to be out of the hell and back with people I had cared for and somewhere in my mind still held some special place though I didn't remember it.
I open the large door and enter inside the room, which had passageway. I walked down the passageway and come to the three steps that walks me into the living room. A headache starts to plague me and it's worse like a hangover, but I'm pretty sure I'm not drunk. I'm losing time or am losing my mind. Why don't I remember what had happened or how I got here? Everything in my mind is gone. Like poof gone. I remember nothing. What is the last thing I remember? I say thinking harder, putting pressure on my mind that refuses collect what it remembers last. I know I was at that cell where I had spent five years in 1950's but then what happened I don't remember. Was it because I was hit hard on my head or was it because…I didn't wanna remember. Why was my mind playing such tricks or why wasn't it letting me remember my own name? It was like I had just woken up from a surgery in general anaesthesia and I had forgotten everything including my own name.
"Damon"
A voice called out but I didn't know who that voice belonged to or who that voice was addressing to but there was no one except for me and that person who had just called me out. I turned to that voice and saw a face with brown doe eyes with dark brown hair that were sleek, parted near the middle with a red streak of hair. I didn't know who she was but I could see that she was pretty. I looked at her with confusion in my eyes as to why she was addressing me. With that look I stared at her. My blue eyes looking at her brown ones waiting of what was she gonna do next. I had no memory of who she was or what she meant to me. I was standing here looking at a beautiful girl but I had no idea who she was and what hurts the most is that she seemed to know me. How did that happen?
Elena's POV
What's wrong with Damon? I don't know what I can do to him to make feel him better. I really wish I did; but there nothing for me to do when I don't know of what's wrong with him. He won't talk to me or tell me anything. I decided that it's not the right time to give up on him. He needs me right now. I know he doesn't remember me but I do remember who he is and what he means to me. And I really hope that's enough for both of us. If I remember for both of us I could maybe make it work. I really wanna bring him back to me.
With that though in my mind I walk towards the room he was in with a small smile, hoping he would acknowledge it and well this smile might bring him right back to me. With a smile on my beautiful face I walked inside the room where Damon was.
"Damon"
I called out only to receive a confused look on his face as if he didn't know who I was or what I meant to him. A tear streamed down my face as I looked up at his blue eyes that had so much pain in them. I couldn't control myself anymore. His saddened eyes, his sad and confused look on his face made me wanna throw myself at him and just kiss him already. But well if he didn't know who I was it wasn't probably the right thing to do. I looked at him with love, affection and care in my eyes for him.
"You don't remember me."
I said with a shrug and a slight disappointment in my voice. He was the one that I had loved and was still willing to love if he could or could not remember me. I wouldn't give up on him or our love. This is just one of the hurdles in our life and I wouldn't let it destroy our love. I thought.
"I'm Elena Gilbert. And you are…"
I left the last bit for him to fill out. Hoping he would be able to remember his name. A name he had been called for over 170 years. A name that he told me when I met him first. Well I sighed as I waited for him to say something or do something. I didn't know what he would do because that's one thing I couldn't be sure about him.
Stefan's POV
I was back to my room listening to every word that was being exchanged in the room below me. I wasn't sure how to help my brother because well I wasn't there, when he needed me. I needed to know how to be here for him now. I couldn't let myself repeat that mistake all over again. I kept a drink beside me and took a sip of it at regular intervals. I wasn't sure how to handle the things that were unravelling.
Why was I so dumb that it didn't register to me that my brother was missing? Why was I so taken in my daily life that I let my brother's life go in vain? Why didn't I raise my voice when I could not see him around for three days? I had Elena here and I didn't' realize my brother was in trouble. I wish I had rescued him then. I would have had my Damon back and not a guy who looks like him but is not him. I want my elder brother back and I am willing to do anything to bring him back to me.
Damon's POV
Elena's words were ringing in his mind. Why was she making it harder for me? Didn't she understand that I didn't remember who she was? So what good did her words do? If I didn't remember her, her words were just a harsh reminder of the cruel reality. I looked at her with the same confused look I had given her earlier. When she spoke again it was like Angel was speaking and her name sent me into another world. I closed my eyes for a second but her next words brought me back from the dreamland I had seem to have sent myself in.
"Damon"
I knew this only because she had just called me that a few seconds ago and I wasn't gonna forget that just yet. It wasn't like everything was going above my head. My head. Did I bang it somewhere? Why in the fucking world wasn't I able to remember who I was or what I was?
I could see a big tacky ring on my hand with a 'D' craved inside a crest that had a blue stone in it. Why was I even wearing such a big ring? Who was I? I kept thinking. Maybe somewhere or someday I will find out about myself again.
Elena's POV
He remembered his name. Well then again I had just said it a few seconds ago. He didn't tell me his last name. I shouldn't push him to tell me things just yet. He needs time and his space. I shouldn't pry over him and give him what he needs. I looked at him and smiled. My smile was to show him that I was happy that he was doing some progress. He needed to just find himself back again and I would of course do anything to bring his memories back.
I moved closer to him and put my hands on his cheeks and held them there. I wasn't wanting to go ahead than that just yet. I knew he didn't remember me or knew what I was to him but I did and I wanted him to know that-that I remember who he was and what he had meant to me. I kissed his cheek softly, abruptly breaking the soft peck on his cheek. I didn't wanna jump into it without being sure what it would do to him.
Damon's POV
I looked at her with complete shock as I felt her hands around my face. She needed to stop doing this. I didn't know why she was doing this to me but before I could say anything or do anything about it. Her lips replaced her hands in a small peck. I smiled not knowing what it meant. I smiled because it felt good. But the moment was short-lived as she withdrew it abruptly. I didn't know what to do so I stared at her. Speechless or lost at words I stood there looking at her, not knowing what I should be doing or saying anymore or what would make her to leave me alone. I was a stranger to myself with people that seem to know everything about me. I only hoped that I would be able to recognize myself again and be with them as I used to earlier; before everything happened to me.
Elena's POV
I wish I had not let myself go that easily. I wished I had fought her words and not let her words be the Final thing that stood between me and my Damon. This guy might have the façade of Damon but in his heart is not that Damon with whom I fell in love with- for who I left Stefan and for whom I would fight the universe to be with him. I feel guilty for letting Caroline drive me and say things that made me abandon him in the time that I should have been with him. Had he not gone I would still have my Damon with me. I'm sorry Damon I let you down. I know you would not have let me get hurt but today I let you get hurt with what I did to you.
I walk away from there seeing him like this was hurting me a lot and knowing that I was somewhat responsible was making it worse. I let my tears fall down my eyes and walked outside the door. I needed to get away from Damon or the person that was there in the Salvatore Boarding House's Living room. I needed air to breathe. How was I going to get his memories back when I know he didn't keep a journal? Maybe Stefan might be able to help Damon come back to me. It was my fault and now Stefan has also lost his brother, all because of me. My life and my decisions have never been so bad like it was right now. There was nothing that was going right in my life right now. I wanted to meet up with Caroline and had decided to talk to her about it all maybe Bonnie Bennett could help me. Who knows what might help him click and make him as he used to be.
Maybe…
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