The Night that She Forgot

by mandzipop

During Elena's transition she remembers the times Damon compelled her. However one compulsion feels more than familiar. Every night since Klaus returned to Mystic Falls, Elena would dream about a motel and arguing with Damon. Elena is shocked when the dream is revealed as a night of passion she asked Damon to compel her to forget until the time was right. Rated M for sexual content

3. Third Time's a Loophole

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to The Vampire Diaries, TV show or books. However I decided to have a little play around with the characters (I would definitely like to play with Damon).

Sorry for the slight delay, but Open Office keeps crashing on me and I keep losing what I've written since I last saved my work.

I hope you enjoy the penultimate chapter.

Warning for explicit sexual content.

Suddenly Damon's hands were no longer on her body. Elena looked around, she was still alone in the shower. Confusion took hold, was this how a vampire would dream, some sort of hallucination as a result of her feelings and deep desires for Damon, or had he compelled her in Chicago? Elena tried to think about what happened after they'd seen Stefan. All she could remember was getting in the car and telling Damon to drive them home, and then she fell asleep in the car. When she woke, she was still in the same dress she'd worn when she met Stefan, which meant it had to be some kind of weird freaky dream. However, what she couldn't understand was why she had felt his hands on her body.

Elena took a deep breath and reached out to grab the soap, but she stopped as she felt him behind her once more.

"Damon?" she whispered.

"Still here if you want me to be." Damon replied with a hint of trepidation.

A little voice in Elena's head told her not to fight what she was experiencing. To let it in and discover the full truth of her dreams. All she had to do was relax and find out what happened that night on the way back from Chicago.

"Yes." Elena swallowed nervously knowing there was no turning back now. If something really had happened between Damon and her, she was about to discover all of the sordid details, even though, through her dreams ever since, she already had a fair idea of what happened, however the details were often sketchy. She was just glad the water was running, so Stefan couldn't hear what was happening downstairs in the kitchen.

Damon's hands were once again on Elena's body as he took the soap and began to wash her. First her back, then her arms, his hands made their way down her hips, softly massaging her skin along the way. Elena closed her eyes, she could get used to this way of showering. For his part, Damon's hands were gentle, knowing the exact pressure points on her body, which allowed him to combine the washing with a relaxing massage. Elena almost lost sight of the reason they were stood in the shower together, and who was the one making her body tingle and feel so calm and relaxed.

The forgetfulness didn't last long as once Damon had finished with her back her turned her around. He looked at her with a gentleness she'd never seen before in him. His eyes were no longer icy blue, instead they were lit up like a warm summer's day. His skin was slightly flush pink from the heat of the shower, which made him look younger somehow. Damon's raven hair was slick back and even inkier black than usual. It had never occurred to Elena whether Damon would have looked any different when he was human. However she now had her answer, his appearance was softer, warmer, with an air of gentleness which was probably the last word she'd have ever considered using to describe Damon.

Elena had never actually shared a shower with a man before. Stefan had tried to talk her into it on numerous occasions, but she'd always turned him down, as the thought had made her feel self-conscious and uncomfortable. Therefore with Damon it should have been even worse, yet instead she felt completely at ease with him, as if this were the most natural thing for them in the world. She could feel his love for her washing over her like the water pouring from the faucet down upon them.

Damon stepped closer so that their bodies were pressed together. Elena could feel his erection pressed into her stomach, which for the first time reminded her of what they were doing. Her eyes hadn't traveled over his naked body, because once they did, she knew their relationship would change forever, and Elena wanted to hang onto that last moment of a platonic friendship she cherished more than she cared to admit, because although Damon had already had his hands all over her naked body, it hadn't felt entirely sexual. Now that they were looking at each other, and their naked skin was connected, the intimacy had turned up a notch. Elena's heart raced and her stomach began to flip as she started to feel nervous.

Damon must have sensed her trepidation, as he did the one thing which always seemed to calm her down, he stroked her face and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. He rested his forehead against hers, which seemed to calm her a little more.

"I'm just as nervous as you are Elena." Damon whispered softly. "I've never made love to a woman before. It was always just sex. But with you, it could never be that. You mean too much to me." he said, which made Elena's heart melt as he gradually lowered his mouth to hers.

Initially their lips tentatively brushed together, as if unsure of what the other wanted. However the moment their mouths connected, it felt like a bolt of electricity running throughout her body. After the initial touch, instinct took over. Elena wrapped her arms tightly around Damon's neck, as if she were scared of ever letting him go again. They began to discover each other's mouths for the first time. Exploring every ridge and crevice; the taste and feel of one another. Although there was a sense of newness about kissing him, there was also a strange familiarity. She knew she hadn't kissed him before, but the feeling was like putting on a pair of shoes which had been made to give maximum comfort for her and her alone. It was as if they were made for one another.

As they devoured one another, Elena's body seemed to have a mind of its own. She stepped back until her body hit the cold wet tiles behind her, however Damon managed to cushion her back as he wrapped his arm around her waist. His body was still pressed up against hers as she began to move her hips against his as if some magical force were controlling them. Damon bent his legs slightly and lifted one of hers so it was level with his hips. As they moved their bodies in sync, Elena could feel Damon's erection rubbing up against her nub, the friction sending small jolts of pleasure around her body, while gradually heating her core and the pit of her stomach. Elena moaned with pleasure as she scraped the back of Damon's neck with her fingernails, her own way of telling how good he was making her feel.

Suddenly Damon's mouth left hers and his lips made their way down her jaw and to her neck. A shiver went down her spine as she began to wonder what it would feel like if he bit her. As if he could read her thoughts, he scraped his blunt teeth down her carotid artery and gave a gentle suck on the skin. However Elena wanted his mouth on hers for a little longer. She'd waited a lifetime to be kissed like this, and she wasn't about to let him stop, even if it were to kiss other parts of her body.

Elena lifted Damon's head up to look at her. They stared at each other for a moment, no words were needed as they were both asking the same question; how could two people be so perfect together? They looked at each other trying to search for the answers, but none could be found, instead their lips crashed together once more. This time with confidence, passion and a little more force. Elena had never felt so much wanton need and desire run through her body before. It was enough to make her forget about her problems, Klaus, Stefan, the deaths of her loved ones. Instead all she knew was Damon, the way he was making her feel just by his touch and his kisses. Elena had gone from being a teenager into a woman in the space of minutes.

Once again Damon's mouth left Elena's and made its way along her jaw and down her neck. Again she felt the need for him to bite her, although she had no idea why she wanted to try it so much, maybe their earlier conversation in the bar and idle curiosity were her only rational thoughts. However clearly her mind must have been taken over by her passionate desires because the next thing she did almost floored her with surprise.

"Bite me." she whispered, as Damon stopped and looked up at her carefully.

"Are you sure you want me to?" he frowned.

"Does it hurt?" Elena asked.

"A little at first. More if you're scared." Damon admitted. "But I admit it's worth it." he smiled.

"Will you be gentle?" Elena asked.

"I wouldn't want to hurt you." Damon told her. "And even though I know how good it will make you feel, my only concern is that I will hurt you a little at first." he cast his eyes down.

"So do it!" Elena said defiantly. "I want to know what it was that lured you into the trap of wanting to be a vampire.

"Love lured me Elena." Damon said sadly. "Yes, being bitten is hot, but it doesn't make you love someone any more." he told her wisely.

"Well this is the only chance I'll ever get to make up my own mind." Elena said defiantly. "We better make the most of it." she said.

"Maybe, maybe not. We'll see." Damon replied cryptically. "Turn around, that's if you really want this Elena." he said as Elena did as she was told so her back was once again flush up against Damon's chest. "Just promise me, if I ask you to drink my blood, you will," he demanded. "We can't have you wandering around Mystic Falls with two holes in your neck. People would ask questions about where they came from. Questions you won't be able to answer as you'll be compelled to forget, well sort of." he continued.

"I will." Elena agreed, as she frowned about the compulsion part. She knew he was going to compel her to forget, she'd asked him to, but it sounded like there was going to be a loophole. Maybe there would be a way for her to get her memory of the night back. Elena hoped so as this wasn't something she'd want to forget. So far, just their few minutes in the shower had been the most erotic few minutes of her entire life. Now they were about to take it a step further, and there was a possibility she may one day want to remember everything.

Damon's hands once more roamed Elena's body. He tucked her hair around one side of her neck, exposing the other side. He began to massage her nub once more until she was writhing with pleasure, the heat inside her building up as he used precisely the right amount of pressure in the right places to have her teetering on the edge of her release, yet not quite enough for her to succumb to it. Damon then upped the ante as he dipped two fingers inside her while he continued to pepper kisses down her neck.

"Don't worry, I'll catch you if you fall." Damon whispered into her ear as he wrapped one arm around Elena's hip to help steady her."Ready?" he asked, but before she could answer she felt the sharp pricks of his fangs enter her neck. The moment he took his first pull of blood, it sent shock-waves of heat through her veins until they reached her already overly heated core and her body could no longer take any more.

"Oh my god...Damon..." she cried, as her inside walls contracted around his fingers, and her orgasm began to rage through her body. Her body went ridged as she arched her back away from Damon and pressed her hips against his. All the while Damon continued to feed from her, stroke her inner walls and massage her nub until her release began to slowly abate.

Simultaneously, Damon removed his fingers from her core and his teeth from her neck. She heard a noise behind her and suddenly saw Damon's bloody wrist in front of her, urging her to drink. Unlike normal, Elena had no hesitation to take his blood. She knew she couldn't let people see the bite marks on her neck as they'd think she'd received them in malice. Elena herself wouldn't even know where they were from. She lifted his wrist to her mouth and began to suck on the fast closing wound he'd given himself. Instead of tasting like blood, it tasted of Damon himself, or what seemed to be the essence of him. Bourbon, leather, spicy and seductive. Elena sucked hungrily against his wrist, however, much to Elena's dismay, the wound soon closed as a result of vampire healing.

Once she'd finished, Elena turned to face Damon. They kissed once more as he pushed her back up against the walls of the tiles. This time however, his mouth made its way down Elena's body. His lips nipped and kissed her neck and chest as he got lower until he reached her breasts.

"God you're beautiful." he murmured as he took one of her breasts and circled his tongue around her areola. He then took her nipple into his mouth and began to firstly suck on it, then gently taking it gently between his teeth, causing it to pebble as Elena moaned with pleasure.

Damon took the other nipple between his fingers and pinched it, causing Elena to wince a in little pain, yet at the same time it felt incredible. Elena looked down on Damon, who had switched breasts, she couldn't help but think how erotic the sight of him licking and sucking her breasts was, causing heat to begin to pool once more in the pit of her stomach.

Finally Damon must have decided that her breasts had received enough attention. Damon began to lace kisses down her stomach, until he reached her his destination. He was down on his knees his head in line with Elena's hips. Damon ran a finger along her slit, before parting her folds slightly. Once he'd done he placed his finger in his mouth and sucked her juices from it.

"Delicious." he grinned once he'd finished. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to taste you." he said causing Elena to laugh nervously. This was new territory for her, but she wasn't going to let Damon know that. Elena had always felt too self conscious to do anything like this, but Damon clearly wanted to, and for some reason she felt like she was getting swept away with what he wanted to do, and Elena was just in it for the ride, even though it had been her idea in the first place. She decided whatever happened was okay by her. She wouldn't remember what happened, but Damon would, and Elena wanted to give him wonderful memories of this night.

However that thought didn't last long as Damon spread her legs further apart to allow him greater access for what he was about to do next. Elena looked down and her eyes met his, seeking permission for what he was about to do next. When she nodded her head, his icy blue eyes lit up with such a look of joy, it caused Elena's heart to beat a little faster. Elena knew she could trust him, for no matter how much Damon was the devil incarnate; his reputation for being a god with his mouth preceded him. Even to this day, Caroline would still reluctantly agree nobody came even remotely close to Damon in regards to his oral skills. And as Elena had already discovered, if kissing him was any indication, then his reputation was completely justified.

That thought didn't last long, as Elena was brought back to her senses as soon as she felt Damon follow the same path with his tongue. Once again Damon stroked her folds with his fingers, but this time he parted them and blew into the entrance of her core. His lips replaced his finger, slowly tracing a line up to her nub and circling it before returning to her entrance before his tongue entered her. Heat like she never thought possible ran through her body while his tongue probed her core as he used it to make love to her. Elena soon began to moan with pleasure as heat began pooling in the pit of Elena's stomach while his tongue actions increased the throbbing in her core.

It seemed to be mere seconds before Damon was building her up to what she thought was going to be another exploding point, when suddenly Damon stopped what he was doing. His lips attached themselves to her nub and he began to suck on is while he inserted two fingers inside her and gently began pump gently as his mouth paid close attention to her clit. Elena gripped hold of Damon's hair with both hands, she needed something to ground her and there was nothing else within reach.

Elena knew she was about to fall over the edge. The heat building up in her core, combined with the intensity of the throbbing, which was now on the verge of turning into the white hot contractions, signaled the onset of an extremely powerful orgasm. Unbelievably, Damon must have recognized she was about to come as he inserted a third finger inside her and increased the pace of his thrusting. Finally the spasms in her core exploded, and sensations began to send Elena spiraling into orbit, the orgasm was ripping through her body unlike any other she'd experienced before. Instead of concentrating on her inner walls, it seemed to be attacking her entire body, and the contractions in her boiling hot core seemed to go on forever.

"Oh my god...Damon...Aargh!" Elena cried out as quietly as she could as she arched her back away from the wall, pulling Damon's head in closer as if she needed more, of what she didn't know because she'd lost the ability to think or speak. Her body went rigid as Damon stopped what he was doing and held onto her more tightly as her legs began to turn to jello. Elena glanced down at him and saw him looking back up at her. His eyes full of adoration, love and lust. He was putting her needs first above his own, yet he seemed to be enjoying giving her pleasure almost as much as she did, although him stopping did make her whimper in disappointment. Damon gave her a knowing look, as if that was what he'd hoped her reaction would be to him stopping.

"You taste wonderful." he whispered seductively. Elena was shocked at herself because she found Damon talking dirty very erotic.

"Damon, please." she begged, not knowing what else to say.

"You want more?" Damon asked, to which Elena nodded profusely. "Fine. You just relax and enjoy the ride, I know I am." he smirked as he started to kiss her stomach, gradually making his way back up her body with his lips, while Elena managed to get her breathing back under control.

Damon kissed her passionately, allowing her to taste herself on his lips, which was surprisingly erotic, while he moved his length between her legs, coating himself in her juices and creating enough friction against her nub for the throbbing to begin to build up once again, but Elena had other ideas. She stopped for a moment to drink him in, he body was perfection. However her eyes were drawn to his shaft, which was already swollen with desire. The sight of it hard and erect, sent heat pooling to Elena's stomach. She couldn't believe the sight of a naked man could affect her so much. But Damon wasn't just any man, he was the personification of sex, and Elena would shortly find out if he lived up to his reputation. In the meantime, it was her turn to give him pleasure.

Elena ran her hand up and down his shaft for a moment, causing him to moan his with pleasure. She took charge and pushed him up against the wall like he had done to her only a few moments earlier. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity, but allowed Elena to take the lead. Deciding she wanted to taste him, Elena got down on her knees and took Damon's shaft in her hands and stroked it once more. She'd never given a man oral sex before, it wasn't something that had appealed to her until today. But every inch of Damon's body cried out to be kissed, licked and touched, and Elena was desperate to taste him. However there was no hiding her nerves. Elena looked up at Damon through here eyelashes.

"I've never done this before." she admitted shyly.

"You don't have to do it." Damon shook his head.

"But I want to." Elena said. "I want to taste you and give you pleasure." she smiled nervously.

"Just do what you think you should do Elena." Damon told her. "You will know if you're getting it right." he nodded.

Elena nodded back as she noticed the pre-cum seeping through the tip. Elena gently took hold of his length in her fingers and wiped the fluid around it's swollen head, causing Damon's eyes to roll and him place his hands either side of her head to steady himself. His moans of pleasure soon became her new favorite sound in the world, and gave Elena a small sense of satisfaction in the knowledge she could have this much power over Damon. Once he'd regained his composure, she wrapped her lips around his shaft and swirled her tongue around his tip, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. She'd expected it to be unpleasant, but because she was overwhelmed with his scent and the clean taste of Damon himself, she was surprised by how erotic it was, especially when she heard Damon continue to moan with pleasure. Elena looked up at him as she opened her gag reflex to allow her to take more of his huge length into her mouth. She began to set a rhythm while at the same time using her hand to pump him at the base of his shaft. Suddenly Elena felt Damon's fingers running through her hair and his breathing getting faster, Damon's way of telling Elena she was doing it right.

This gave Elena a huge confidence boost, therefore she became a little more adventurous. She used her other hand to massage his balls as she upped the pace of her strokes. She used the flat of her tongue on the underside of his length while she took him in her mouth at different angles. All the time, Elena felt Damon getting harder in her mouth.

"Fuck Elena...you...you need to stop." Damon panted, pulling away much to Elena's dismay as she looked up at him. "You're a little too good at it. If you carry on like that, we won't get to the best bit." he growled as he helped Elena to her feet as she realized what he meant.

"Okay." she said shyly, smiling as Damon took charge once more and pressed her back up against the wall before running his fingers along her folds.

"Good, you're still nice and wet." he grinned as he bent his knees slightly and rubbed his length over Elena's folds, coating his member in her juices. He lifted one of her legs around his waist. "You ready?" he asked as Elena nodded in nervous anticipation.

Damon lined himself up at Elena's entrance and gradually pushed himself inside her. His size almost took her breath away as he slowly filled her and stretched her, while he kept penetrating deeper. He placed one hand on her behind, pulling her down on him while the other was wrapped securely around her waist. Elena fed her fingers through Damon's now very messy, wet hair and clung onto his neck to hold her steady. Finally Damon began to move his hips, to which Elena synchronized her hips with his movements.

"God you're so tight and wet." Damon moaned as he kissed Elena fully on the lips.

As soon as their lips met, Elena once more became completely absorbed in everything that was Damon. She craved his taste, his scent, his touch, the way he felt and the sound of his voice as he moaned every time they moved in unison. Damon lifted Elena's other leg and hooked it over his arm, as his movements slowed slightly to accommodate for the change in position. He pulled away from the kiss and repeated the action with the leg which had been previously wrapped around his waist. Damon pushed her back flat up against the wall and held her thighs, spread wide apart up against her chest. Damon was now balancing her by holding her ass cheeks, while she kept her arms wrapped securely round his neck. He stood up straight and lowered his forehead to hers and gazed deep into her eyes. Without a word of warning he thrust into her deeply and quickly. The sensations were electrifying. Every time Damon moved he brushed up against her clit, stimulating her, bringing her ever closer to the precipice. His thrusting left Elena breathless, she'd never experienced anything remotely rough before, only plain missionary. She'd never realized she was missing out on so much more.

"Oh my god...Damon." Elena moaned. "Oh yes...that feels good." she panted as she tried to move her hips, but Damon was literally pounding in and out of her, leaving her unable to do anything.

"You like that?" Damon whispered into Elena's ear.

"Yes." Elena replied quietly.

"God you're perfect." Damon moaned as he increased the pace of his thrusts.

"Yes...yes...yes...yes..." Elena cried, as pleasure was once again beginning to overwhelm her body, and if Damon allowed her, she was about to burst.

"I want to hear you scream my name." Damon panted as he slid his hand between them and began to massage her nub, once more tipping Elena over the edge or her release.

"Oh my god...Damon...Damon...yes...yes...Damon aargh." Elena cried as he continued to thrust in and out of her, his fingers working their magic as Elena thought she saw stars. The heat inside her exploded and spasms rocked her from the inside, her back arched as she pushed herself onto Damon's member, maximizing the penetration. Damon placed his fingers in Elena's mouth, which she promptly bit as her orgasm ran through her body like a tidal wave of pleasure washing over her body.

Once Elena's orgasm slowed, Damon pulled out of her and her entire world seemed to tilt on its axis. One moment she was up against the cold tiles of the shower wall, the next she was lying down on one of the beds, with Damon hovering above, his hands either side of her head, smiling down at her.

Damon lowered his head and initially kissed her, before his mouth moved south and he began to lick and nip at Elena's neck. She could feel he was as hard as steel and ready for her once more as his erection was pressed up against her stomach. Damon continued to hover above her as he gently, ghosting his hand down the side of her body before he slid his member inside her. Still highly sensitive from her earlier orgasm, Elena cried out in pleasure. Initially Damon pulled out slowly, before pushing back inside her, his eyes never leaving hers, always checking she was okay. Elena nodded her head and pulled her leg up to let him know what she wanted, which for deeper penetration. Satisfied she was comfortable, Damon began to move and Elena followed his lead as their hips began to work in synchronized unison.

One of Elena's hands roamed down Damon's back and cupped his ass cheek with the other as he thrust in and out of her. All the while Damon stroked her body with his free hand. They kissed frantically, as if molded into one being, their tongues dancing, their teeth gently biting each other's lips.

This was different to what had come before. What happened in the shower had been slightly rough, and for Elena, adventurous sex. On the other hand, this was making love at it's finest. Not just physically, but emotionally, because for the first time in her life, Elena felt a sense of home. She realized this was where she belonged, in the arms of Damon, because he would be the only one to ever make her feel truly loved in such a special way. He was her demonic hero who would move heaven and earth for her if he had to. And deep down Elena knew all she had ever wanted was her own hero, to rescue her in some way, and tonight Damon was making it evident how he could rescue her in more ways than one. In response to her train of thought, heat started to burn deeply in her stomach, as she realized she was heading for another orgasm. To make her point clear she began thrusting harder, forcing Damon to up the pace.

"Fuck...Elena...yes...yes...fuck..." Damon moaned. "I'm not going to be able to hold on much longer." he growled.

"More." Elena begged as Damon's hand slid between them and he began to massage Elena's over sensitive clit.

"I'm gonna come." Damon panted.

"Me too." Elena moaned as his words seemed to trigger her own orgasm. Spasms ripped through Elena's body as she cried out in ecstasy. The force of the orgasm forced her to arch her back before her entire body went rigid as the contractions took over her body in waves of pleasure. "Oh yes...yes...yes...oh...yes...oh yes...Damon...ahh" Elena cried, tears rolling down her cheeks with the overwhelming sensation of pleasure and belonging.

Elena's orgasm seemed to trigger Damon's own release. "Oh god...yes...fuck...yes...Elena..." he cried, as Elena caught a glimpse of his face, which scrunched up andtook on an expression of blissful agony, all the while, her contractions continued to milk the seed from his member. Soon she felt his warm fluids fill her body, giving Elena a sense of deep satisfaction. Much more than she ever thought possible.

Initially Damon rested his head in the crook of Elena's neck, as he gently collapsed on top of her, while his softened member was still buried deep inside her. Elena relished his weight on top of her body, it made their actions seem so real, so human.

"Just a little longer?" Damon whispered. "I never want to forget this moment." he said as he laced his fingers through hers, clearly not wanting to let go of her so soon.

"Me neither." Elena said, looking at him as they began to kiss.

They knew they couldn't lie like that forever, and eventually Damon pulled out of her and rolled over onto his back. He pulled the sheets from the bed over them as they slowly came down from their passion filled high.

Elena lay with her head on Damon's chest, listening to the slow thumping of his vampire heart, while she drew lines across his chest. A sense of happiness and contentment washed over her like she'd never experienced before. Damon's arm was wrapped around her protectively, making her feel safe from all of the evil monsters in the world, which was ironic as he himself could be placed into that category to those he didn't care about. However Elena knew he loved her and would give his life for her. It had taken a lot for him to do what they had done, with the knowledge that he would be compelling away Elena's memory of what had happened between them. In its own way, it was another notch of rejection for Damon, Elena wanted him, but didn't want him at the same time. Their act had for both of them, could be described as selfish and selfless at the same time. Only the future could tell which one of them it was.

They'd agreed she would get her the memory back if the time was right, although how they would know when that time would be, indeed if it ever happened, was a topic neither of them wanted to discuss. Elena suspected it meant if they were in a relationship of some type, but she was confused how that could ever happen. Her feelings for Damon would need to intensify, and Damon would have to calm down a lot before it was ever a consideration on her part, something she could never see happening. There was also the other issue of becoming involved, yet again with a vampire. If she wanted children, being with a vampire wouldn't be practical. Also she would grow old and he wouldn't. Elena wasn't sure if she wanted to go through the heartbreak twice.

Damon must have realized she was deep in thought as he started to stroke her hair. "What's going around in that beautiful head of yours?" he asked.

"I was just wondering what your compulsion will be and how we'd know when the time is right for me to know about what just happened." Elena replied sadly.

"It'll be how you know." Damon corrected her before moving to sit up. "Come here." he instructed as Elena did as she was told.

"You're not doing it now are you?" she asked, fear in her voice. "I don't want to leave just yet." she frowned.

"Don't worry, you won't forget just yet." Damon assured her with a smile, however it quickly disappeared. "When I have finished telling you this, you will forget I compelled you." he told her. "When we get in the car, you will go straight to sleep and forget everything that happened tonight. You will only remember Stefan breaking up with you, telling me to drive you home and then falling asleep. However the memory can come back to you as a dream, but this will only happen if..."

I guess the question is 'What was Damon's exact compulsion? And how come she can remember parts of it in her dreams?'

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