A/N : Blame it on the spoilers. Blame it on the plot bunnies. Blame it on insomnia. Blame it on my wild imagination. Blame it on my inability to focus when I'm supposed to be writing new chapters for my other stories. Grrrr! Argh!

CHAPTER TWO – Go Your Own Way

"Are you sure about this?" Alaric asked Elena, as they stepped inside The Red Room, his vampire eyes readjusting to the flashing lights inside the club.

"Yep," Elena nodded, as she let her eyes roam around the place.

"This doesn't make sense," Alaric shook his head. "What the hell would Damon be doing in a night club in the middle of Vancouver?"

"I have no idea," Elena shrugged. "I just know that this is the place that Liv said popped up on the map when she did a locator spell on Damon," she told him.

"And do we trust Liv?" Ric raised an eyebrow.

"She has no reason to lie to me," Elena replied.

"She has no reason to tell you the truth either," Ric pointed out.

Elena sighed. "She's felt guilty ever since she couldn't bring Damon and Bonnie back. I think this is her way of making up for it."

Together, they let their eyes roam in search for Damon. Ric still wasn't sure why Damon was in that particular place. He looked around, and gasped in shock once he realized where they were. On every dark corner of the club, you can see vampires, like them, feeding from the humans, who were moaning in pleasure.

Ric tapped Elena on the shoulder to get her attention. "I think I know why Damon's here..." he said pointing at the vampires all around them.

Elena tried to hide her shock once she saw what Ric was pointing at. "I'm afraid to ask."

"This is a fetish club," Ric informed her. "These people get off from being fed on by vampires."

"So...they come in here willingly to be...vampire snacks?" Elena asked.

"Uh-huh...I've seen this type of club before, when I was looking for Isobel's 'killer'," Alaric explained.

"You don't have to continue that..." Elena told him. She forgot whatever else she was going to say once she saw someone familiar. She trained her eye to focus on the raven-haired man at the far end of the room. She wasn't sure at first, but once she saw those blue eyes open, she knew for sure that it was him.

Elena frantically pulled on Ric's arm. "Ric...it's him! Over there...that's Damon!" she told him, before she ran towards his direction.

"Elena, wait!" Ric said, as he tried and failed to stop her. All he could do was run after her.

Elena stopped when she was a few feet away from him, with Ric right behind her. She just stood there, frozen in her spot, as she stared at Damon, while he fed from a petite young woman dark brown hair. He was making slurping noises while he drank from her, the woman loudly moaning with pleasure as it happened. Finally, she gathered enough courage, Elena tapped Damon on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Damon?" Elena whispered.

Damon swatted her hand away, before turning to face her. "Sorry, Sweetness...you're cute and all that, but you still gotta wait your turn, just like everyone else," Damon said, with blood staining his face. He looked like he was high.

Elena saw the look in his eyes. He was mad. There was annoyance...frustration...hunger...lust...anger...but what she didn't see was recognition. He didn't look like he knew her, not even a glint.

"Damon..." she called him again.

"That's my name. Don't wear it out, or else I'll make you buy me a new one," Damon smirked, before turning back to his meal.

"Damon, please..." Elena begged.

"What the hell do you want?" Damon snarled at her. He waved his hands around. "Look around you, Sunshine! Plenty of willing human victims for you to feed on. So why don't you lay off and snack on someone else! Go away, and leave me to dine in peace." Damon went back to feeding on his victim.

Whether he cared or not, Damon didn't stop when the woman's heart was slowed down. He was going to kill the girl if he didn't stop drinking from her soon. It was then that Alaric decided to intervene.

"Easy there..." Ric warned him, placing a hand on his arm.

"I'm still hungry," Damon insisted, swatting his hand away.

"Like you said, plenty of willing victims in here," Ric pointed out. "Find another one. Let this one go. She's done for the night."

"Who the hell do you think you are, telling me what to do?" Damon growled at him.

"Whoa...I'm not here to fight you, buddy," Ric raised his hands in surrender.

"I ain't your partner. I ain't your brother. I ain't your pal. I ain't your friend. I ain't your buddy. The sooner we got that straightened out, the better," Damon told Ric. He then turned to Elena and pushed the semi-conscious woman to wards her. "You can have her. I think I'll move on to the 'Blonde' course of my meal." he wiggled his eyebrows, before turning away from them.

"We need to talk," Elena called after him.

"Too damn bad!" Damon replied. "I have no idea who you people are," he said, looking at both of them. He then turned his attention to the man not far away from them. "Enzo...I'll be at the bar," he nodded, before walking away.

Enzo gave Ric and Elena an annoying wave. "If it's not too obvious yet, he has no recollection of any of you."

"Enzo...I should have known you won't be far away," Ric scoffed.

"Enzo, what happened to Damon?" Elena asked.

Enzo chuckled as he took a swig from his drink. "After we left Virginia, Damon was hell-bent on forgetting about you...the same way you wanted to forget about him. And you know him, once he sets his mind to it, he can do anything."

"What have you done to him?" Ric asked suspiciously.

"I didn't do anything, Professor," Enzo replied with a smirk. He turned to Elena, and then back to Ric. "Like I said, he has no recollection of any of you. And without knowing you, or Elena...especially Elena...he's free to do whatever the bloody hell he wants to. Do as he pleases, without you nagging voice inside his head, telling him that what he's doing is wrong. Do you have any idea how liberating that is?"

Elena shook her head n confusion. "I don't get it...you said that he'd forgotten about us. How?"

Enzo's smirk grew wider. "We found a witch powerful enough to...how did he say it...hack into his brain and remove certain parts of his memories that he didn't want anymore. What did he say it was like...oh yes! It's like deleting unnecessary files inside your brain," he informed her. "Well, gorgeous...consider yourself deleted."

"He had me deleted...from his head?" Elena asked incredulously.

"Yes," Enzo replied. "It was quite genius, actually. Left him in a coma for a few days, but the spell worked like a charm. From the looks of things, it seems like you remember him again?" he inquired curiously.

"Yes," Elena muttered softly.

"How?" Enzo pressed.

It was Alaric who answered. "It turned out that my compulsion for her to remember everything again had worked. Only...it took a little bit of time before it took effect."

"A few months is quite a long time," Enzo pointed out the obvious.

"Yes, I'm very well aware of that," Ric retorted.

Enzo shrugged nonchalantly. "Don't know what to tell you. You're too late," he informed them.

"It can't be..." Elena said with pent up frustration.

"Oh, but it is," Enzo insisted.

"Where's this witch that performed the spell for Damon?" Elena demanded to know. "Maybe she can reverse it?"

"Don't know. Don't care," Enzo told her, as he started to laugh.

"Why are you laughing?" Elena asked him. She would have attacked him, if it weren't for Ric holding her back.

"Oh, nothing," Enzo chuckled. "I was just reminded of what Damon said a while back. He told me that the Universe loves to point and laugh at any of his attempts to be happy. As it turns out, he was right. I mean, he comes back from the dead, the woman he loves has no memory of him. Now that your memory has returned, he had you deleted from his brain. It's really quite funny when you think about it."

"No, it's really not funny...not at all...not to me." Elena said to him.

"Maybe my sense of humor is a tad different from yours." Enzo shrugged again. "In any case, you should go back home," he suggested, turning his attention back to Alaric. "Maybe this big lug can compel you to forget Damon again. It's better that way...because you're never getting him back," he said with smug arrogance, before he started to walk away.

Once he was sure that he wasn't being watched, Enzo took his phone and texted Damon.

Time to go.

His phone buzzed not a minute later with Damon's reply.

It's like you read my mind.

He typed another message to Damon.

I'll wait for you at the back.

His phone buzzed again with Damon's answer.

Be right there.

Elena and Ric searched all over the club to find Damon, but he was gone. There was no trace of him. He just disappeared, and so did Enzo.

"They gave us the slip," Ric said angrily.

"No...NO!" Elena exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, Elena...they gone," Ric told her.

"No, they can't be!" Elena refused to believe it.

Ric turned to her, gently grabbing her face. "We'll find him, alright?" he reassured her. "We found him once...we'll find him again. And we'll do whatever we have to do to break whatever spell he's on. I give you my word. We'll fix him," he swore to her.

Elena nodded, as she leaned closer to him for support.

Damon impatiently tapped his foot on the dashboard, as he stared at Enzo from the passenger side of the car. "My dear sainted grandmother drove faster than you. And all she had was a horse and buggy," he teased the other vampire.

Enzo glared at him. "I'm not your chauffeur," he reminded Damon. "You want fast? Get your own bloody car. No wonder you died slamming your car into a building."

"I MEANT to do that," Damon pointed out. "Go out in a blaze of glory, and what-not. Besides...Stefan still has my Camaro. That was my baby. Who knew that rebuilding my car would be an enlightening experience for him?"

"Was this before or after he decided to give up ever raising you back from the dead?" Enzo said with a chuckle.

"Just shut up and drive," Damon ordered him.

Enzo did as he was told. They drove in silence for a while, until his thoughts went back to Alaric and Elena. "That was an Oscar-worthy performance back there, by the way. If I didn't know the truth, I would've believed that you REALLY didn't recognize them...especially Elena."

"Oh, well...I figured one good turn deserved another," Damon replied. "Nice of you to back me up. If you were Pinocchio, your nose would've grown into a tree, with all those lies you've spewed," he said with a laugh.

"We have each others' backs...that was the deal, right?" Enzo reminded him.

"Us against them, my friend," Damon responded.

"You know that those two back there will just keep on trying to find us, right?" he told Damon. "They don't seem the type to give up easily."

"We are talking about the same woman who had my so-called best friend compel her to wipe me from her memory, right?" Damon scoffed at him.

Enzo nodded and smirked. "Right, right...I keep forgetting that part. Either way, she seems pretty determined to keep you this time around. What should we do about that?"

"No worries. One step ahead of you," Damon told his friend. He took his phone out, and dialed a number. His call was answered after a few rings. "Lucy...it's Damon. I need a cloaking spell. I just need to throw a few people off our trail. Uh-huh. Yes. Thank you. Buh-bye now." he said before he hung up.

"She likes you. She plays nice when you talk to her," Enzo pointed out.

"I'm a means to an end," Damon told him. "She can't get Bonnie back without my help. And Bonnie just became the most important witch on the Bennett bloodline, so if Lucy wants my help getting her back, she's gonna have to dance when I want her to."

"I wonder if she knows that we want Bonnie back just as badly as she does?" Enzo asked.

"I doubt it," Damon shook his head. He turned to meet Enzo's eyes. "And what Lucy Bennett doesn't know...won't hurt us."

~END OF CHAPTER TWO~

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