He came back later on that afternoon with some food, but she wasn't hungry in the least bit. He sat on the side of the bed with her.

"What exactly is the matter my dear?" He asked, reaching out for her, but she shrunk out of reach.

She couldn't see him exactly everything was muted, darkened. It was all a hazy blur. She could barely make out the sound of his voice from the heavy silence.

"Jade," he scooped her up and as she laid in his lap as motionless and stiff as a puppet, he rocked her back and forth, "shh, sweet heart," he reached over and grabbed the glass he had brought up with him and put it to her lips, placidly. "Drink up babe. I promise I will make you okay."

He must have carried her to the terrace because she felt the slight chill of night rushing against her skin. She wasn't sure what the drink that he was nursing her with was, but then again she could barely tell whether she was asleep or not. Nothing seemed to matter enough to decipher between the two.

"Look at the stars," he whispered, letting his breath tickle her ear.

Just through the darkness she could make out a few fire flies twinkling through the haze. Bright and then dim was their rhythm, in beat with his voice.

"Listen carefully, my lovely doll," he continued to whisper, "do you want me to take away each and every last drop of those terrible memories? You can forget about all of the pain and all of the people, you've met before, but don't want around anymore. Will you let me? You won't remember a thing?"

She barely nodded and then there was absolutely nothing.

Damien smiled, looking down at the unconscious girl malevolently. "Well, at least now you cannot kill me in the past anymore. You're no longer a threat," he sighed through a grin, "such a waste of potential. Here, you are now trapped behind bars."

He leaned over and kissed her forehead.