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lips, like a velvet-clawed kitten.
This is all just symbols, Elena reminded herself. It�s Damon�s mind�his soul�that you�re looking at.
But are you? an analytical part of her asked suddenly. Wasn�t there�a time before, when you did this with someone�and you saw a world inside
them, entire landscapes full of love and moonlit beauty, all of it symbolizing the normal, healthy workings of an ordinary, extraordinary mind. Elena couldn�t
remember the name of the person now, but she remembered the beauty. She knew that her own mind would use such symbols to present itself to another
person.
No, she realized abruptly and definitively: she was not seeing Damon�s soul. Damon�s soul was somewhere inside that huge, heavy ball of rock.
He lived cramped inside that hideous thing, and he wanted it that way. All that was left outside was some ancient memory from his childhood, a boy who
had been banished from the rest of his soul.
�If Damon put you here, then who are you?� Elena asked slowly, testing her theory, while taking in the black-on-black eyes of the child, and the dark
hair and the features she knew even if they were so young. �I�m�Damon,� the little boy whispered, white around the lips.
Maybe even revealing that much was painful, Elena thought. She didn�t want to hurt this symbol of Damon�s childhood. She wanted him to feel the
sweetness and comfort that she was feeling. If Damon�s mind had been like a house, she would have wanted to tidy it up, and fill every room with flowers
and starlight. If it had been a landscape she would have put a halo around the full white moon, or rainbows amongst the clouds. But instead it presented
itself as a starving child chained to a ball that no one could breach, and she wanted to comfort and soothe the child.
She cradled the little boy, rubbing his arms and legs hard and nestling him against her spirit body.
At first he felt tense and wary in her arms. But after a little time, when nothing terrible happened as a result of their contact, he relaxed and she felt
his small body go warm and drowsy and heavy in her arms. She herself felt a crushingly sweet protectiveness about the little creature.
In just a few minutes, the child in her arms was asleep, and Elena thought that there was the faintest ghost of a smile on his lips. She cuddled his
little body, rocking him gently, smiling herself. She was thinking of someone who had held her when she�d cried. Someone who was�was not forgotten,
never forgotten�but who made her throat ache with sadness. Someone so important�it was desperately important that she remember him now,
now�and that she�she had to�to find�
And then suddenly the peaceful night of Damon�s mind was split open�by sound, by light, and by energies that even Elena, young as she was in
the ways of Power, knew had been kindled by the memory of a single name. Stefan.

Oh, God, she had forgotten him�she had actually, for a few minutes allowed herself to be drawn into something that meant forgetting him. The
anguish of all those lonely late-night hours, sitting and pouring out her grief and fear to her diary�and then the peace and comfort that Damon had offered
had actually made her forget Stefan�to forget what he might be suffering at this very moment.
�No�no!� Elena was struggling alone in darkness. �Let go�I have to find�I can�t believe that I forgot��
�Elena.� Damon�s voice was calm and gentle�or at least unemotional. �If you keep jerking around like that you�re going to get free�and it�s a
long way to the ground.�
Elena opened her eyes, all her memories of rocks and little children flying away, scattering like white dandelion silk in every direction. She looked
at Damon accusingly. �You�you��
�Yes,� Damon said composedly. �Blame it on me. Why not? But I did not Influence you, and I did not bite you. I merely kissed you. Your Powers did
the rest; they may be uncontrollable, but they�re extremely compelling all the same. Frankly, I never intended to get sucked in so deeply�if you�ll forgive a
pun.�
His voice was light, but Elena had a sudden inner vision of a weeping child, and she wondered if he were really as indifferent as he seemed.
But that�s his speciality, isn�t it? she thought, suddenly bitter. He gives out dreams, fancies, pleasure that stays in the minds of his�donors. Elena
knew that the girls and young women that Damon�preyed on�adored him, their only complaint being that he didn�t visit them often enough.
�I understand,� Elena said to him as they drifted closer to the ground. �But this can�t happen again. There�s only one person that I can kiss, and
that�s Stefan.�
Damon opened his mouth, but just then there was the sound of a voice that was as furious and accusing as Elena had been, and which didn�t care
about the consequences. Elena remembered the other person she�d forgotten. �DAMON,