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"What do these mean?" Damon felt like a tsunami of terror and trouble had just washed over him. He couldn't understand what those photos meant.

"Damon…" Bonnie bit her lip. "You should know something."

"Enlighten me, please," Damon groaned, "Because suddenly I think that everyone knows what the hell's going on except me."

"Damon," Bonnie interrupted, ignoring his remarks. "I need you to stop talking and listen to me."

Damon breathed in and out evenly, trying to calm himself down. Pouring himself a glass of scotch, he slumped on the armchair. "I'm listening."

Bonnie sat next to him. "Damon, when you met Elena in the woods a few months ago, it wasn't the first time. You knew Elena before."

"What?"

"Let me explain."

The Black Forest, Arizona, 2nd of January, 2002.

For once, Damon was feeling good. His life returned to normal, and even though there were still unanswered questions about the comet that could free Katherine, he had finally been able to pull his life together, going to Mystic Falls and start living again. Though he hated to admit it, he missed his brother. Catching up was good. They were living in another huge mansion in Arizona, since they travelled a lot.

It was about five pm when Damon decided to go out for a hunt. The place was still new to him, but he didn't have a problem. It's not like he could get lost or anything.

But then, he felt something in his heart that was quite different than he had ever felt before. There was a sudden warmness in his heart, a kind of warmness that had been gone for a while.

"Excuse me, Mister," The girl said in a childish voice. "Are you lost?"

Damon looked at the little girl, amused. She had an angel like face. "Yes. I am," He lied, so that he could talk to her. "What is this place?"

"The Black forest in Arizona," The little girl replied. "Here. I'm picking up flowers! Want one?"

But the girl gave him a red rose anyway, offered him a warm smile and ran away.

"Hey! Wait up!" Damon called, running after her, keeping to his human speed.

The girl stopped. "I have to go home."

"Can you tell me your name?" Damon asked sweetly, bending down to be eye-level with her.

"Elena Gilbert," She smiled, giving him a small curtsy. "Who are you?"

"My name's Damon Salvatore," Damon kissed her hand politely, teasing her. "How old are you, Elena?"

"I'm 8 years old," Elena smiled. "Will you be here tomorrow? You remind me of my brother. Can you play with me like he did?"

Damon's cold heart seemed to melt instantly at the girl's words. "I'll be here," He promised. "But where do you live? You can't run around like this."

"My mum doesn't want me to speak to anyone," Elena cried, "But I can't be alone. So I went out anyway. But I have to go now. Please…be here tomorrow."

"As you wish," Damon smiled a genuine smile.

"Goodbye, Damon!"

…

The next day Damon kept his promise. He didn't know why, but that little girl was so cute and innocent. She reminded him of hope and courage, and in a twisted way, she looked so much like Katherine. At least, how he imagined Katherine to be when she was younger.

"You came!" The little girl squeaked when she saw him, running up to him and hugging his chest. "Thank you!"

Damon was surprised but he hugged her back tightly. "Of course I did. I promised you."

"Jeremy promised too," Elena's lips started to wobble. "But he didn't keep his promise. He died and he left me alone."

"Oh my God," Damon bent down, boring his eyes to hers. "I'm sorry."

"Thank you," Elena wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "We moved to Arizona a few weeks ago. He died five months ago."

Damon reached out to pick her up, cradling her head against his chest. What was it about her that made him care? That the ice around his soul just…broke?

Elena hugged him tightly. "I like you."

"I like you too," He whispered, holding the girl tighter.

Mystic Falls, Present Day

"What do you mean?" Damon felt like he didn't belong to this world anymore. "What do you mean by saying that I met Elena in 2002?"

"Damon," Bonnie patted Elena's diary. "The girl wrote everything in this little book. There are details about you, she wrote about you, how you made her feel…" Bonnie took out one specific page carefully. "Look at this drawing."

She handed him a drawing, and sketched neatly, there was "Damon Salvatore" entitled behind it.

"She referred to you as her guardian Angel, Damon," Bonnie explained.

Damon stared at Bonnie like she was speaking a non-existent language.

"Why can't I remember, then?" He finally choked out. "I don't even remember being in Arizona in 2002."

"That is what I can't figure out," Bonnie mumbled. "Did Elena ever mention something to you?"

"She said that I looked familiar once, even Stefan…" Damon hesitated. "Do you think Stefan met her before? He said that he knew her somewhere."

"Could be," Bonnie said. "I can't be sure. But did she tell you anything else?"

"No," Damon nodded. "But last time…I saw a flashback of a girl giving me a red rose when I was...with her." He didn't want to say when he was kissing her. "And you said that this is how we met. She gave me a red rose."

"Yes," Bonnie confirmed. "But I don't know anything except what I found out from the diary."

"What about the photos?" Damon asked, "How is she nine years old in different years? And how isn't she seventeen years old like you today if the photo showed that you were both three?"

Bonnie bit her lip. "Damon, there are things that I can do to find out things. But I need time. These things need time…"

"I know," Damon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I know. You're right. But what am I going to do, Bonnie? She has a right to know. At the same time, what am I going to tell her? We're not even sure ourselves."

"Don't tell her anything, yet," Bonnie said. "It's better this way."

Bonnie stood up. "My work here is done. I'll tell you if I find anything."

"Thank you, Bonnie," Damon mumbled quietly. "If you want to sleep here…The weather is still bad…"

"No, it's fine, thank you," Bonnie smiled a little. "And you're welcome."

"Tell me, Jenna Sommers," Klaus smirked casually at his hostage, handing her a picture. "Do you know this man?"

Frightened, Jenna examined the picture, but she bit her lip.

"No need to be afraid, love," Klaus said in a perfect British accent. "It's just a simple question."

"No," Jenna said, "I don't."

"Are you sure?" Klaus smirked, "You know I can compel you, Jenna."

"It's the truth."

He raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "If I find out otherwise, I will make you kill Elena."

"You went to see Damon." The second Bonnie entered home; Stefan was there, accusation written all over his face.

"Stefan…"

"I saw what you've been digging," Stefan said. "What did you say? Why isn't he…"

"I didn't do it, okay?" Bonnie suddenly shouted. "I couldn't. I just told him how he met her."

"And how did he take that?" Stefan seemed calmer.

"He was confused, what do you think?" Bonnie snapped. "And I had to lie. I told him that I don't know the how's and why's."

"Did you mention me and the compulsion of Klaus?"

"No," Bonnie sighed. "Are you sure…about the compulsion I mean?"

"Positive. Compulsion was involved."

"Why didn't you do it, Bonnie?"

"Because your brother loves Elena. Whether if it's the fatherly kind of love or the romantic kind of love he has towards her is still a mystery but he truly loves and cares about her."

"He loved her like his own daughter in 2002. Hell, even I did."

Damon was going to bed when he suddenly saw an unopened letter on the ground. He rarely had letters so curiosity got the best of him, and he tore at the envelope patiently.

It was written in a language that he didn't recognize at first.

Damon,

Iltaqa' miegħi l-bar għada fis-siegħa ta' filgħodu. Tgħid lil ħadd fuq din l-ittra. Jiena nista' ngħinek. Ġib lit-tfajla miegħek.

-B.

Bree always did that. Whenever she had information that she didn't want anyone to have, she wrote him letters in foreign languages and pen names.

"Damon,

Meet me in the bar tomorrow at 1am. Do not tell anyone about this letter, I think I can help you. Bring the girl with you."

-B

Translating it in his head and pondering his options, he actually thanked God that Bree found something about the memory spell they intended to perform on Elena a few weeks before. The spell could be more useful now with everything going on.

He folded the letter neatly before going upstairs to check on Elena. Surprisingly, he found her in his bed, under the warm covers. She looked like a goddess.

He leaned on his back, staring at her. She stirred and mumbled sleepily, "Damon?"

"I'm right here, angel," Damon stroked her face lightly. "Go back to sleep."

"Goodnight, Damon…"

"Sleep tight, Elena."

Couldn't resist typing something in my own country's language :P I was gonna look it up in Latin but it was too confusing ;P

Long A/N ahead to refresh memory:

Story about Elena's travel to Arizona: Chapter 5, Elena

Flashback of Damon meeting the young girl with the rose: Chapter 10, A truth that hurts

Jenna and Klaus: Chapter 10, A truth that hurts

Mentioning of compulsion on Damon: Just a line in chapter 9, A past that haunts you

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