A/N: For the Damon/Buffy shippers from my story The Fallen Slayer, this one is for you.

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LOCKED AWAY MEMORIES: PART 1

MYSTIC FALLS, 2012

Damon Salvatore groans as he leans up against the wall of the cell he had been trapped in all night, a cell he had once lived in for 5 years back in the '50s. He was back in a place he hoped never to see again, hell he had blocked it from his memory hoping he would never think about it again.
Spotting Wes watching him from just outside of the cell he couldn't help but sigh "Just so you know..." he whispers out weakly his body not fully healed due to the lack of blood in his system "...it didn't end well for the last Augustine's. You're inviting bad karma in by holding me here."
Wes merely chuckles as he glances down at the file in his hands "Well let's just say I have a few tricks up my sleeve."
When Damon frowns in confusion Wes merely chuckles before gesturing to the heavy metal door just outside of Damon's cell, a door that hadn't been here in the 50s, a door that currently had something or someone banging against it angrily.

"In there..." Wes informs him "...is the most powerful weapon when it comes to killing vampires. Once I give the weapon the ability to move as fast as your kind the entire vampire race will be nothing more than bodies left in the dust. I'm training it to crave killing vampires...it's quite amazing."

Damon frowns in confusion before glancing over at the metal door once more just as the banging stops, he couldn't help but find himself curious about what or who lay behind the door "So what you went all Frankenstein created a vampire killing monster."
"No. I just improved a flawed program." With that Wes walks off while a weak Damon continues to stare over at the metal door frowning as he hears a small whimper come from inside.

However, despite his curiosity digging at him, the vampire could barely keep his eyes open and slowly he started to doze off just as Wes yanked open the metal door heading inside.

As the door shuts behind Wes, a familiar smell fills Damon's senses, something he hadn't smelled in 10 years, a smell that sent him into a dream, dreaming about a time in his life he had completely blocked out. A time when he had tried to be good, the one time in his eternity where something had made him completely forget about Katherine Pierce...well more accurately someone had made him forget her.

SUNNYDALE, CALIFORNIA, 2001

A currently emotionless Damon Salvatore smirks as he strolls through one of the many graveyards of the tiny little town of Sunnydale. Despite the place being the perfect haven for vampires he had avoided coming here for years not wanting to mix with demons and half-breeds but now there was a lead...a way he might be able to get her back. To get Katherine out of the tomb.

So here he was in this one Starbucks town currently in search of an old frenemy of sorts, walking across the muddy grass he couldn't help but chuckle as he spots the bleached-haired leather-clad vampire leaning against one of the many graves, a cigarette between his lips.
As Spike moves to light the cig with his Zippo Damon quickly speeds over snatching it from the other vampires' clutches before disappearing into the darkness.

Spike groans in annoyance "Oh bloody hell!" He exclaims before glaring into the darkness "Come out you buggar and give it back before I take it from your bloody corpse."

"Oh come on is that any way to treat an old friend." Damon taunts as he steps out from the darkness smirking over at Spike who rolls his eyes at the sight of the slightly elder vampire "Salvatore?" He questions before groaning, if Damon was in Sunnydale then this was beyond bad news.

"Oh bollocks."

Damon groans as the sound of screaming fill his ears causing him to wake from the long pushed-down memory. Sighing he couldn't help but clench his jaw as he thinks back to Sunnydale, he had spent two years there, it wasn't supposed to be like that. He was supposed to be in and out but it didn't work out that way, something kept him tethered. Something he had long pushed from his mind.
Sitting up trying to force down the painful memories he had refused to revisit in over 9 years his eyes widen as he spots the woman he loved laid down on the concrete floor in the cell opposite him.

Crawling over to Elena he couldn't help but watch her unmoving form in worry, a small sigh of relief escaping him as she gasps awake "Hi." He whispers trying to calm her.
"Damon?" She questions in confusion as she quickly pulls herself up crawling over to him, the two of them being separated by the metal cages "Are you..."
"I'm fine." He assures her as he tries to force down memories of a bright bubbly smile and a laugh that had always made him smile even in his emotionless state "Wes injected us with Vervain. Maybe when it wears off, we'll be able to break through these."

Elena panics as she sits up looking around the cage in confusion "What the hell is going on? Why are you here? Why am I here?"
"Wes is carrying out the grand Augustine tradition: Getting his kicks off vampire torture."
He informs his girlfriend before freezing as the lab room door opens and out strolls Wes with a metal table that currently had an unconscious figure laid out on it. Damon peaks over in confusion as he spots the small figure, there was a bag over their head and a sheet covering them but he couldn't shake that smell...it was so familiar he just couldn't place it.

"Oh my god." Elena breaths as she stares at the chained-up figure being rolled through the metal door, the figure was completely stapped down to the table in heavy chains, as though Wes was extremely paranoid about it escaping.
As he pushes the figure inside he locks up the metal door which looked about 2 feet thick before heading back into his lab.

Damon frowns in confusion as he stares at the door before frowning as he spots something on the floor by the lab door.
"Hold on." He tells Elena who was still throwing question after question his way but he could barely hear her as he crawls over to the edge of his cage.
Reaching out he strains out his arm and just narrowly manages to reach the silver object pulling it back into his cell.
Sitting up his eyes widen as he reaches it was a necklace, that had probably been laid in the corner of the lab for months maybe years given how much dust it was covered in.
Wiping the dust away he couldn't help but stare as a familiar 'S' appears at the top of the locket, a locket he hadn't seen since 2003.

"That's...that's not possible."