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A Love That Breaks All Rules

Chapter 20 - Forget Me

"Did it work?" Damon asked.

Damon and Stefan stayed far away from Abigail and Elena's now levitating body. She was in mid air, her arm and legs hanging by her sides, completely useless. She was shaking and trembling, whilst Abigail knelt beside her with a stern expression on her face. She continued to chant, each Latin word somehow sending a jolt through Elena's body.

Damon was growing increasingly scared, worried, frightened, God know's what, by the second. His insides were burning and his whole world was crumbling around him. Elena's shakes and twitches went unnoticed by no one, each movement she made being monitored closely by her best friend and fiance. Both the Salvatore's were worried; Stefan shaking slightly but Damon standing and quietly sobbing. It was like watching her die, her body looked like wax. She was still and not moving, not even her chest moved to indicate her breathing.

Suddenly just as quickly as she shot up into mid air, Elena fell to the bed, Abigail's power giving way with a gasp. Damon ran to Elena whilst Stefan kneeled by Abigail.

"Are you okay?" he asked. Abigail nodded with a frown.

"I do not have enough power. I will need Bonnie. I ask you both to leave and come back later" she sighed. Damon's head shot up, staring at her with an expression that said 'You serious?!'

Damon stood up and knelt by his brother. "Why?" he growled at Abigail. Abigail smirked at the eldest brother.

"As I do the spell, my powers weaken and when they do the earth calls upon any life source that can give me power. You are a life source which the earth will happily wrip out in order for me to stay strong."

"The earth?" Damon asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Yes" Abigail nodded. Damon scoffed but stood up, staring down at the Bennett witch with a dangerous expression. "Save her", he demanded, his voice laced with worry and sorrow.

"I will try" Abigail smiled softly, standing and beginning again as the brothers left. The second they got outside, Damon headed to his own room and collapsed on the bed whilst Stefan ran out the door to the nearby church.

[...]

Deep under the church, was where Giuseppe was hidden. There were many passageways under the structure of the church. Stefan assumed this was where Elena and his brother were kept. He growled, but continued to stalk his way down the seemingly endless corridoor. Finally he came upon a room that had one word on it.

'rapiendis'

Stefan knew enough Latin to know that word meant 'kidnapped'. He opened the door slowly. There was a quiet groan and a shuffle. Stefan peaked around the door to see his father. Giuseppe was slouched against the wall, his eyes scrunched together to hold back cries of pain as a tall man stood in front of him with a long, hot poker. Stefan assumed it had been used on him.

Just as the man bent down to repeat the action, Stefan jumped inside the room

"Leave!" he shouted. The man's head snapped up and when he saw who it was he left slowly, eyeing Stefan strangely. Giuseppe opened his eyes slowly, one at a time. He gasped when he saw his son.

"Stay away from me!" Giuseppe cried trying to escape his chains. Stefan frowned, he never planned to do THIS to his father.

He looked around the room, feigning interest. This was the room Damon and Elena had resided in, which meant there was a large hole in the floor over in the opposite corner. They had decided to just throw the fallen rubble into the hole to fill it up; apparently it worked. "Looks different" he stated, kneeling down beside his father. He looked to his right and frowned. There was a small scrap of lace beside Giuseppe; about 5ft away, technically. He picked it up and eyed it. The small scrap was a piece of Elena's dress. Since he had found her with a torn green dress, he assumed it was part of that dress. The scrap was covered in red; blood.

"You did this to them, you realise?" Stefan roared, shoving the scrap in front of his fathers eyes.

Suddenly, he had an idea. He shot up and grabbed a pair of keys he had retrieved from Elijah and unlocked his fathers chains but kept a hold on his wrist- tight. Giuseppe squeaked, looking at his youngest son with a terrified expression.

"What are you doing?" Giuseppe asked whilst Stefan toed him out of the room.

"Where?" Stefan demanded. Giuseppe flinched. "Where what?"

Stefan growled, his grip tightening. "Where did you keep Damon when he first arrived?" Stefan screamed. Giuseppe swallowed the lump in his throat knowing what Stefan would see if he saw the room.

"Where!" Stefan roared, his eyes wide with anger. Giuseppe found his voice lost so he just pointed to a door not far down the corridor Stefan huffed and pulled his father along. He reached the door and swung it open, the wood hitting the world behind it.

Stefan only gasped.

Inside the small room was a large wooden chair. There were chains draped over every inch of it; indicated Damon had worn them all. Each chain was coated in a thick layer of dried blood. The chair was oak, but was beginning to turn red. The arms were ripped and... chewed? On the wall beside the chair was a cabinet. Inside were many weapons; there was a sword, small knife, big knife, whip, rocks, an axe and a long tube. Each instrument of torture was covered, and I mean covered, in blood. Damon's blood.

Stefan turned to his father. "What did you do!"

Giuseppes face was hard and emotionless. "Each day at dawn we would wake him from his sleep with the knife. Men would repeatedly cut him on his arms and legs perticularly. Sometimes they would even stab him, twisting the knife in the wound to make it deeper. That is how Elena heard. He would wake up screaming, and I did nothing", Giuseppe spat. Stefan froze.

"What else?" he demanded.

Giuseppe smiled evilly. "Every day at noon and then again at dawn, after he was knifed, we would whip his back. We did it all for revenge- for your mother. We planned to torture Elena and therefore torture Damon by hearing her cried but we decided to harm him instead as Elena would feel his pain and grieve more than she would if it were her. We also used to use the axe. We used to threaten him. If he refused to stand up to be whipped one man would threaten to go and kill Elena. He stood up every time. We even threw stones at him once."

Stefan breathed halted. His eyes were red, he saw nothing but a red haze. His insides burned with hate. He suddenly threw his father to the floor and kicked his stomach. Giuseppe gasped and held his stomach, groaning in pain.

"My BROTHER!" Stefan yelled, tears streaming. "THAT'S MY BROTHER! MY BROTHER!"

Giuseppe looked up at his son with terror filled eyes. Stefan froze in place and thought over everything. Damon had done everything in his power to protect Elena. Giuseppe had tortured Damon by not only hurting him, but threatening to hurt Elena. He looked to his father and spat at him.

"Elijah!" Stefan called and could instantly see the fear in his fathers eyes. Elijah suddenly turned up at his side, having vamp sped to his side. Stefan jumped.

"Yes, Stefan?"

"Get your men to tie him in this room. Do everything he did to my brother. I shall return at day break in two days; I expect him to be broken, not hurt. Broken!"

Stefan left, throwing his keys to Elijah and leaving to his home. Elijah looked down at Giuseppe slightly sympathetic but then saw the lack of grief and regret in the fathers eyes. He snapped his fingers and around six men turned up, all carrying fresh chains.

"What he did to his son" Elijah said and then left, just as he heard Giuseppe yell and struggle against the men.

[...]

Damon ran up to Elena's room where both Bennett's were attempting to help her regain her memories. He burst through the door to see his brother already there, sitting beside Elena. Damon ran to the bed and pushed Stefan aside slightly. Stefan didn't complain.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Stefan asked quietly, staring down at Elena as the witches left the room to return home and return with more ingredients. Damon looked to his younger brother in confused.

"What?" he asked. Stefan growled.

"What father did? Every day in that blasted room!" Stefan cried, a single tear rolling down his left cheek. Damon flung an arm around his brother and pulled him into his side; both brothers on their chests.

"He did a lot, yes. It was painful, yes. I hate him for it, yes. But not for hurting me" the raven haired brother sighed. Stefan looked at him in disbelief.

"Why then?"

"I hate Giuseppe because he threatened Elena, nearly killed Elena and took Elena from me. I will never forgive him for that" Damon stated, his eyes watering as he looked down at the girl he loved with every fiber of his being.

Stefan smiled slightly. "You really love her, don't you?"

Damon sighed, one tear rolling down his face. "More than I can describe. Every inch of me loves her. I love her with everything I've got. I see only her, I want only her and I love only her. She is the focus of my mind, all I think about. When you are in love, imagine that times a million, then you know what I feel."

Stefan smiled, looking at his sister in law and praying for her life and more importantly, her memories back.

[...]

Both Bennett's returned later in the night and all four of them returned to Elena's room. Abigail and Bonnie set straight to work, candles littering every inch of Elena's floor. They were alight, the flames high and burning. Damon and Stefan stayed back. Elena's body floated again, her twitches drastic. Damon was tense, again, whilst Stefan stared on in interest.

As the flames began to flicker, Damon knew the witches were weakening and began to panic. Only, just as he was about to say something, the witches stopped, the flames burst and turned to nothing and Elena's body fell to the bed again. Damon ran to her side, only this time, she was awake.

"Did it work?" Damon asked.

"She is awake. I believe it worked" Abigail said happily. Damon grinned ear to ear and stroked a strand of hair behind Elena's ear. She sat up slowly, her chocolate brown eyes searching the room in fear. Damon held her shoulders softly and looked her in the ears. Something about her was different.

"Elena?" Damon asked sweetly.

Elena turned to him in confusion, her eyebrows furrowed. She opened her mouth to speak but she closed it, looking around at everyone's face. She looked scared and confused.

"Where am I?" she asked, her voice sounding slightly different.

Damon looked confused. "Your room, love" he smiled.

At hearing what he called her, Elena turned to him abruptly. "What?" she asked, scared, extremely confused and slightly angry.

"Elena?" Damon asked, worried.

"Who are you?" Elena asked.

Stefan could see Damon's heart sink. A tear rolled down Damon's face as the realization dawned on him.

She didn't remember him.

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