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Damon continued to lie there unable to move for what felt like days. Gradually he was able to move different parts of his body, first it had been his right hand, clenching into a fist and opening it into an outstretched palm, then he had managed somehow to speak those precious words 'little red bird'. Gradually he had moved his wrist, then his whole arm, and his shoulder. He could now use his nose, he could smell the dreadful smell of something very close by, being burnt and destroyed. There was an awful smell of death in the air, at first he had been unsure what had died. But then he had smirked, yes he had moved his mouth into a smirk and he'd even managed to let out a short bark of laughter as he realised that it had been he, Damon Salvatore who had died.

Now he felt that he just might be able to move his toes. He thought very hard about that one big toe on his right foot, willing it to move. He focused all of his brain power and all of his extra non-human power into that one little toe. He heard himself cry out inside his own head please move, for goodness sake, just move already. But it just wouldn't budge and so instead Damon thought of his little red bird with her fiery hair, those beautiful curls. He wondered if she was safe wherever she was. Had they made it back to Fells Church? Had they saved the town? Or did he need to rescue his little red bird? At that moment something very surprising happened. That little toe that seconds ago wouldn't move, began to bend, but more than that Damon felt certain that he could move his entire leg. He kicked his leg into the air, scattering the ash that had landed on him all over his face, causing him to splutter and cough.

He began to send out his thoughts in every direction, looking for his precious little bird. He called to her, Bonnie, can you hear me? Bonnie, I need you. Little red bird, where are you? But he felt no response. She was not on this little moon, he was completely alone and he was beginning to feel slightly vulnerable. He was still unable to move most of his body and he was still completely blind.

Worlds away, a beautiful girl had finally just gotten to sleep. She had tossed and turned as her mind failed to rest, but finally she had fallen into a deep but restless sleep. She had beautiful long red hair, that curled as it fell. As she slept, her face was hidden beneath those curls, protected by them. A hand spread out searching next to her on the bed, it found nothing there and a small whimper escaped from her mouth. Someone was missing, although she was not accustomed to having him in her bed, she had spent so much time with him recently that his sudden absence was felt even in her sleep. As she slept she dreamt of the place she had just left. She dreamt of what had happened in the dark dimension, how he had saved her time and again. In her dream she saw the place where it had gone wrong, the place where her every wish had been shattered, that stupid gatehouse, with its seven treasures. She dreamt of how she had stupidly climbed that tree and how he had yet again saved her life, how he'd died in the process. In her dream she began to shudder as if she were crying, her body went rigid as it heard a voice, the only voice that really mattered, the voice she had told herself she would never hear again. Bonnie, can you hear me? Bonnie, I need you. Little red bird, where are you?

Bonnie woke with a start. She was sure she had heard his voice, Damon's voice. She was disorientated from her dream, as she walked to the window. She opened it and looked out into the darkness, but she saw no sign of a crow, no sound of wings or even the sight of a bird in the distance, no he was gone, he was dead, she had killed him.

Time passed, but Damon was unable to measure it without the use of his eyes. He was now able to move the entire right half of his body and so he began to start the process again, starting with his left hand. It was becoming very tedious for Damon, he had never been very patient and he had a new sense of urgency, he wanted to find his dear little Bonnie, he wanted to know she was safe. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if something had happened to her. She needed protecting. He also felt something that had escaped him for years, decades, no centuries… conscience. He felt a sense of pain, or was it regret, for how he himself had hurt his poor little red bird, but no more. He would learn how to control his body and he would open his eyes, and then he would find that dear little child that needed protecting.

The process took what felt like weeks to the somewhat impatient Damon, but a few days after he had called out to Bonnie with his mind, he was finally able to open his eyes and see where he was. He was still on that small insignificant moon where he had died. He lay there for some time looking up, the ash had stopped falling now and the tree that had killed him was completely gone. After some time he sat up and looked around. There was nothing as far as his eyes could see in any direction, and let's face it his eyes were not mere human eyes. Moments later he stood up, at first struggling to find his balance, and shook the ash off of his clothes. Damon smirked, only he could come back from the dead. Ok well maybe Elena had beaten him to it, but it was still pretty awesome. He began to walk forward, putting one foot in front of the other, he had never thought so much in his life about the little details, like how to walk or lift a finger, but he found that his body worked perfectly well if he kept his mind focused on one thing, or should he say one person, and no it was not Elena Gilbert. For once in his entire life, his mind was not focussed on getting the one thing his little brother held most dear. He no longer cared for old quarrels or revenge. His mind was focussed solely on another, someone far greater, far more fragile, far more extraordinary than Elena Gilbert. His mind was completely centred on one thought, getting to wherever Bonnie McCullough happened to be at this precise moment.