A.N. Sorry it has taken so long for these updates, I have been having migraines very frequently and those make it so much harder to write in a second language, at least for me. I posted a short chapter last time because I feel it was better than making my readers wait longer for a more extensive chapter. I promise this will be longer, and hopefully more satisfying for all of you.

So much was going on in her head that it seemed impossible to sort through it all. She rocked back on the couch, staring at Damon. Her eyes wide and panicked. The scenes, or more accurately, the memories that Damon had retrieved, that had taken place during her abduction started to replay in her mind, she shook her head trying to deny the validity of her memories. It was too impossible to absorb, this could not be what had happened! There had to have been some sort of mistake. This could not have happened to her! She stood up quickly and backed away from Damon, almost falling backwards as she tripped over the coffee table.

Quick as a flash He reached out to steady her, but pulled his hand away at the last second, remembering in frustration that he could not touch her.

Her breath was coming short and fast.

Her eyes wide and appealing.

"Damon, what is happening to me?"

At least those were what the words said, but really the sub-text was she was begging him to tell her that this was all not real, it was a mistake, a cruel joke that was being perpetrated on her. For him to do anything but confirm the validity of what was happening to her then. But, in the next second all hopes of it being anything but real were utterly swept away.

It was a weird moment of almost déjà vu, but it was not her memories, they were Damon's, in a second she was bombarded with images. Images of others, men, women, varying ages, all with the same bewilderment she felt in this moment. Victims. They all had that same look, right before Damon had ripped their throats out. There were so many, so many of them. There were flashes of them, blood drained, looking flat and waxy, lifeless. These were the victims that Damon had not bothered to compel, had thought of as disposable, like she regarded the wrappings of fast food.

This concept was so alien to her. She almost could not comprehend it, but there it was, in her head, and some part of her, the part Damon had imparted, could regard it with dispassion. That fact shook her even more than the bloody images had. What did this mean, was she still in there? How could she be faced with everything from Damon's mind and still remain herself? How did she deal with this!

Then she remembered the rape again, saw it from Damon's eyes, felt his rage and fury, and her terror, but it was from a disdance.

She felt her stomach heave. She clasped her hand over her mouth. She looked about the room wildly, seeking escape. She knew she could no longer remain in her current location, it was impossible. She needed to get away. She turned on her heel and ran out the door. Damon made no move to follow her. He stood as if rooted to the ground watching her flee, knowing the thing she was most desperate to evade, the evilness she had just been witness to, would not be shaken. He should know.

It was almost with regret that Damon watched her in her desperate attempt to evade the memories. His memories. She was not such a one to carry this knowledge around. What would it do to her? Could her mind survive the onslaught it was now undergoing? In addition to the memories of her abduction and rape.

His eyes were dark and full of rage as he turned and exited the house. He had to try and put this right.

Elena ran down the street, she had no destination, no fixed idea of where she was going, she just knew that it was imperative that she run and not stop. There was a car pulling up beside her, she hardly noted it in her turmoil. The window rolled down.

"Elena." The voice was grim.

"Get in."

Elena looked at her friend. "Bonnie…I…I…"

"Get in." Bonnie repeated.

Elena took a deep breath and nodded, sliding into the passenger seat.

"You know." Bonnie stated it as a certainty, not as a question.

Elena stared straight ahead. She was caught up in a nightmarish flood of memories that seemed to be trying to suck her down into the darkness of oblivion.

"Princess of Darkness." Damon had called her. Well, he was well on his way onto making it true. Was all this in his plan? Was this how he drew her closer to him? By forcing her into a bond that would destroy her humanity?

She felt as if she would choke.

"Bonnie, I was, I was…"

Bonnie looked at her out the corner of her eyes.

"How did you find out?"

Elena turned to her; it suddenly occurred to her the implications of the words Bonnie said. They meant that she had previous knowledge of what had happened to her, how long had she known that she had been raped? That was not just something you kept from someone! Rage bubbled up in her.

"How long have you known?" Her words lashed out, clearly telling Bonnie how angry she was. Bonnie kept her eyes on the road in front of her.

"Only last night, it was like a dream or trance or something, I knew something was wrong, I just did not know what. I don't really know how it happened, it just did. I 'm SO sorry Elena..." Her voice trailed off as she blinked back tears.

"I wanted to tell you, but Damon said 'No'. "

"And just how, exactly did he find out?" Elena snapped.

"I am not exactly sure, I think he said it was like a mind thing where he went in and read your mind. It was wrong of him I know… I told him so, but you know him, he did not care."

Elena ground her teeth. So many memories screaming at her, so much death over the centuries, all Damon's fault.