Elena POV

"Vampires?" I chuckled but his face remained serious and regretful, he looked as if he just lost all hope in the world like I was his last hope.

"Elena, someone made your forget." He said breathlessly looking around for someone.

"Forget what?" I asked, it didn't make sense, I hadn't forgotten anything, at all.

"Elena you have to remember, you know me." He caught my eyes again looking for some way or some recognition on my part but he found none, He turned away from me his hand's pushed against the blue car he stood in front of leaving a dent in the flashy paintwork that was just visible under the moon.

When he turned back around fangs descended from his wide open mouth, his eyes were red and veins moved like purple snakes under the translucent skin under the blue eyes.

"I'll ask you again; do you believe in Vampire's?"

"I..." I turned and ran as fast as my legs could move towards the doors of the grill. This wasn't happening was it?

He was in front of me in a second far too close for comfort, the handsome face was back to normal but the other face was pictured in my memory forever.

"Elena please" His voice was broken as he trailed finger's along my cheek and looked deep into my eyes like he was searching for my soul.

"I'm sorry I don't know you" I muttered pulling away from his touch and trying to move around him slowly.

"Elena you do, you do know me. I know you do. Please Elena" His hands gripped my arms now holding softly but firmly as if he were to never let me go, ever.

"Here take this, you have to remember. Its fresh vervain" He handed me a small purple looking flower plant thing in a tub that fitted into his pocket and pleaded.

"I need you to know. I'm so sorry Elena, for everything" I stared hard at his face but that didn't make me know him however much I wanted to for his sake just to know who this man was, who Damon was I didn't.

"I love you Elena" He murmured, he moved closer again arm's travelling to my waist as his eyes fixed on mine drinking me in. He moved in to kiss me and my breathing stopped I didn't know him, I swear I didn't he couldn't love me. I had lost so much love so many people, I couldn't allow myself just this simple kiss from this man, he must me drunk. He didn't love me.

He closed the last few inches quickly clamping his soft red lips to mine; he wasted no time kissing me like he would kiss a lover taking his time with passion like it was his last day alive, Like a dying man. But he broke away fast just as I gave up and started to respond my mind going out of the window for precious seconds.

"You remember me" Those eyes held a joy and love I'd never witnessed before and he pulled me close wrapping strong arms around me for a minute then releasing me.

"I'm so sorry but I don't know you" I murmured, then the joy was gone he frowned and touched his lips before reaching his fingers to brush mine.

"So much like Elena, but not my Elena" He looked sad but then he smiled and started to walk away slowly without another look at me.

"Do you know Stefan Salvatore" I asked quietly, he turned immediately and nodded.

"Someone mentioned I was his girlfriend, maybe can you take me to see him" I was breathless.

"That's more like Elena, always chooses Stefan. Come on" He frowned but led me back to his car holding the door open for me before going to the other side and getting in himself.

The drive was quiet and neither of us spoke to the other living in the silence. We pulled up outside the old boarding house ten minutes later and both got out of the car. Damon walked up to the door and opened it slowly walking in, I followed.

"Stefan someone's here to see you" He shouted loudly sitting himself on a leather sofa with a glass of dark brown liquid probably alcohol, by the strong smell bourbon.

"I don't have time for jokes" Another voice shouted from upstairs and within seconds another man or boy around my age was coming down the grand staircase and stopping looking at us.

"Stefan Elena wanted to see you" Damon muttered from where he sat sipping.

"What's she doing here Damon?" The boy called Stefan asked looking from me to Damon.

"Elena wanted to see you or did you not know she doesn't remember anything." He snapped at Stefan with a glare before finishing the bourbon and pouring another sipping again.

"She's not meant to" Stefan's fists were balled up at him sides and he glared back at Damon who stood now shoulders squared and looking at Stefan like he just saw the devil himself.

"What do you mean she's not meant to?" Damon snarled clenching his own fists.

"I compelled her to forget us, She deserved better than me, better than what you put her through" Stefan's green eyes flamed as he pointed towards me and then looked at Damon in utter disgust.

"That wasn't your call. How could you mess with her mind, this is Elena" Damon stepped forward towards Stefan at the same time I stepped towards them both.

"You messed with her mother" Stefan snarled back.

"Past tense baby brother. I love her" Damon pointed at me then lunged at Stefan.

"Stop" I shouted. They both stared at me.

"She's just like my Elena" Damon said with a smirk.

"She was never yours" Stefan retorted.

"What don't I remember?" I asked the two bickering men.

"Everything" Stefan said simply looking at Damon.

"It's better this way"

"I want to know" I pleaded tears reaching my eyes.

"Please Stefan" His gaze softened but he made his way towards me eyes blazing.

"Are you sure Elena, you could be so happy" He murmured trailing a finger down my face and studying me just like Damon had done.

"I'm not happy now" I said softly grabbing Stefan's hand from my face and holding it.

"Please" I begged catching his eyes, they held mine then he spoke.

"I want you to remember what I forced you to forget, I'm sorry Elena I didn't want to hurt you" I heard his words and closed my eyes to blink.

When I opened them again I remembered everything. I recalled the bar and Damon telling me he loved me and meeting...

Klaus was here in Mystic falls.