How is it that Damon could be so horrible in breaking up with Kit when they were so happy? Then, wanting her back when it was too late, then acting like nothing had ever happened? This could fill in those blanks:
What Kit Doesn't know:
"I can't do this anymore. You have to hear this, because I can't hold it in anymore. I love you Kit. I love you more than I ever thought I could. I thought I was meant to be with Katherine. But, you snuck up on me when I least expected. You had a soul that I truly admired and I fell instantly. But, I have to tell you the truth once and for all. I'm a vampire. I have been since 1864. I've been so afraid that you'd leave if you knew the truth. I swore to myself that I'd never compel you. But, I have to. I have to compel you because I hate what I'm about to do. But, it has to be done." he looks her dead in the eye, compelling her, "You wont remember anything that I've just said. The last thing you'll remember is me saying is that I can't do this anymore." He breaks compulsion and prepares himself for what he has to do.
"Do what? What are you talking about?" I ask probably looking terrified. What's happened to My Poor Damon?
What Damon doesn't know:
Damon sits at the bar in The Mystic Grill, still savoring the taste of blood he's just fed from a girl he ran into outside. Wondering how long he could hide what he was from the woman he'd fallen for, a stranger sits next to him and ushers the bartender.
"I'll have what he's having." he says in a British accent.
"Help yourself." Damon says.
"You're a Salvatore, am I right?" the stranger asks.
"Depends on who's asking. By the looks of you, that'd be none of your business." Damon answers.
"Oh, trust me, mate. I know exactly who you are." he says arrogantly.
"By all means, please continue. I'm not annoyed yet." Damon smirks at him.
"You and your brother have been nursing the health of a friend I know." says the stranger.
"What friend might that be?" he says knowing the answer.
"Well, a number of months ago a woman I was having issues with disappeared. It's a good thing that I have eyes and ears everywhere, or I wouldn't have known where to find her. She happens to be very important to me." the stranger says.
"I'll take a shot in the dark and pretend I care about this story of yours. Who are you?" Damon says.
"Well my friends call me Nik. But you can call me Klaus." the stranger says.
"Klaus? What the hell do y-"
"You know what? I'm going to stop you right there. I'll tell you exactly what I want. Kit is mine and I want her returned to me. So I'll tell you how we'll solve this little problem." Klaus says before compelling Damon, "You will forget that you ever met me. You will go home. You'll say nothing to no one until you look into Kitana's eyes. Being that I'm in a generous mood, you will tell her everything you've hidden from her, then you will compel her to forget it. You will break up with her by any means necessary. You will let her believe whatever she wants to believe the break up is real." he breaks compulsion.
Damon blinks, downs his bourbon the bartender has served him, and leaves the grill.