Gonzalgos?”
“Damon,” she said, “it’s me, Elena. It’s the twenty-first century, now, and you are a vampire.” Then, gently embracing him, with her cheek against his, she whispered,“Wings of Remembrance.”
And a pair of translucent butterfly wings, violet, cerulean, and midnight blue in color, sprouted from her backbone, just above her hips. The wings were decorated with tiny sapphires and translucent amethysts in intricate patterns. Using muscles she had never used before, she easily drew them up and forward until they curled inside out, and Damon was shielded within them. It was like being enclosed in a dim, jewel-studded cave.
She could see in Damon’s fine-bred features that he didn’t want to remember anything more than he did right now. But new memories, memories connected with her, were already welling up inside him. He looked at his lapis lazuli ring and Elena could see tears come to his eyes. Then, slowly, his gaze turned on her.
“Elena?”
“Yes.”
“Someone possessed me, and took the memories of the times I was possessed,” he whispered.
“Yes — at least, I think so.”
“And someone hurt you.”
“Yes.”
“I swore to kill him or make him your slave a hundred times over. He struck you. He took your blood by force. He made up ludicrous stories about hurting you in other ways.”
“Damon. Yes, that’s true. But, please—”
“I was on his track. If I’d met him I might have run him through; might have ripped his beating heart out of his chest. Or I might have taught him the most painful lessons I’ve heard tales of — and I’ve heard a lot of tales — and at the end, through the blood in his mouth, he would have kissed your heel, your slave until he died.”
This wasn’t good for him. She could see it. His eyes were white all around, like a terrified colt’s.
“Damon, I beg you…”
“And the one who hurt you…was me.”
“Not you by yourself. You said it yourself. You were possessed.”
“You feared me so much you stripped yourself for me.”
Elena remembered the original Pendleton shirt.
“I didn’t want you and Matt fighting.”
“You let me bleed you when it was against your true will.”
This time she could find nothing to say but, “Yes.”
“I — dear God! — I used my powers to afflict you with terrible grief!”
“If you mean an attack that causes hideous pain and seizures, then yes. And you were worse to Matt.”
Matt wasn’t on Damon’s radarscope. “And then I kidnapped you.”
“You tried.”
“And you jumped out of a speeding car rather than take your chances with me.”
“You were playing rough, Damon. They had told you to go out and play rough, maybe even to break your toys.”
“I’ve been looking for the one who made you jump from the car — I couldn’t remember anything before that. And I swore to take out his eyes and his tongue before he died in agony. You couldn’t walk. You had to use a crutch to get through the forest, and just when help should have come, Shinichi drew you into a trap. Oh, yes, I know him. You wandered into his snow globe…and would be wandering still if I hadn’t broken it.”
“No,” Elena said quietly. “I would have been dead a long time ago. You found me at the point of suffocation, remember?”
“Yes.” A moment of fierce joy on his face. But then the trapped, horrified look returned. “I was the tormenter, the persecutor, the one you were so terrified of. I made you do things with — with—”
“Matt.”
“O God,” he said, and it was clearly an invocation to the deity, not just an exclamation, because he looked up, holding his clenched hands to heaven. “I thought I was being a hero for you. Instead I’m the abomination. What now? By rights, I should be dead at your feet already.” He looked at her with wide, feral, black eyes. There was no humor in them, no sarcasm, no holding back. He looked very young and very wild and desperate. If he’d been a black leopard he’d have been pacing his cage frantically, biting at the bars.
Then he bowed his head to kiss her bare foot.
Elena was shocked.
“I’m yours to do what you please with,” he said in that same stunned voice. “You can order me to die right now. After all my clever talk, it turns out that I’m the monster.”
And then he wept. Probably no other set of circumstances could have brought tears to Damon Salvatore’s eyes. But he had boxed himself in. He never broke his word, and he’d given his word to break the monster, the one who had done all this to Elena. The fact that he had been possessed — at first a little, and then more and more, until his entire mind was simply another of Shinichi’s toys, to be picked up and put down at leisure — didn’t make up for his crimes.
“You know that I–I’m damned,” he told her, as if perhaps that might go a small way toward restitution.
“No, I don’t,” Elena said. “Because I don’t believe that’s true. And Damon, think of how many times you fought them. I’m sure they wanted you to kill Caroline that first night you said you felt something in her mirror. You said you almost did it. I’m sure they want you to kill me. Are you going to do it?”
He bent toward her foot again, and she hastily grabbed him by the shoulders. She couldn’t stand to see him in such pain.
But now Damon was looking this way and that, as if he had a definite purpose. He was also twisting the lapis lazuli ring.
“Damon — what are you thinking? Tell me what you’re thinking!”
“That he may pick me up as a puppet again — and that this time there may be areal birch rod. Shinichi — he’s monstrous beyond your innocent belief. And he can take me over at a moment’s notice. We’ve seen that.”
“He can’t if you’ll let me kiss you.”
“What?” He looked at her as if she hadn’t been following the conversation properly.
“Let me kiss you — and strip out that dying malach inside you.”
“Dying?”
“It dies a little more each time you gain enough strength to turn your back on it.”
“Is — it very big?”
“As big as you are by now.”
“Good,” he whispered. “I only wish I could fight it myself.”
“Pour le sport?” Elena answered, showing that her summer in France last year hadn’t been entirely wasted.
“No. Because I hate the bastard’s guts and I’d happily suffer a hundred times its pain as long as I knew I was hurting it. ”
Elena decided this was no time for delay. He was ready. “Will you let me do this one last thing?”
“I told you before — the monster who hurt you is your slave now.”
All right. They could argue about that point later. Elena leaned forward and tilted her head up, lips pursed slightly.
After a few moments, Damon, the Don Juan of darkness, got the point.
He kissed her very gently, as if afraid to make too much contact.
“Wings of Purification,” Elena whispered against his lips. These wings were as white as untrammeled snow, and lacelike, barely existing in some places at all. They arched high above Elena, shimmering with an iridescence that reminded her of moonlight on frosted cobwebs. They encased mortal and vampire in a web made of diamond and pearl.
“This is going to hurt you,” Elena said, not knowing how she knew. The knowledge seemed to come moment by moment as she needed it. It was almost like being in a dream where great truths are understood without needing to be learned, and accepted without astonishment.
