Okay so here is the breakdown, they didnt give the device to Isobel, Katherine came in swept Stefan off his feet and he confessed Elena was only a replacement, but still he loves her in some odd twisted way. Katherine and Isobel fought Damon Alaric and Anna in the forest, and Damon killed Katherine, and Elena and Damon got seperated from the rest of the group who believe them to be dead.
Elena watched, her head tilted in his direction, silently as he trudged towards her. "I'm sorry," she said as he glanced into her eyes. Her voice was strained and her eyes were filled with pain and resignation. He said nothing as he sat near her, and stared at the ground. "That was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, Elena. So many people died…" he trailed off quietly. Elena said nothing trying only to control her breathing. They sat in silence, each for a different reason, for several minutes. "This tree was planted the year I was born. I can't believe it's fallen." Finally Elena held out one hand silently asking Damon to take it. He did and looked up into her eyes. "Damon, I need to tell you something. I need you to stay calm, and don't do anything rash. Can you promise to do nothing but sit and listen to me for a moment?" He nodded concern written all over his face. "I'm dying Damon." His blue eyes widened with shock, and confusion. She untangled her hand from his and used it to draw her jacket away from her left shoulder. A broken branch protruded grotesquely from her shoulder. "Oh god, Elena…" Damon started. "There's another lodged through my back into my abdomen, if I move, I'll bleed out. If I stay here, my body will shut down. I need you to do some things for me Damon. One I need you to know that I always believed in you, and that I know the real Damon, the one who hides behind your mask, and that I love that Damon. I need you to watch over Jenna and Jeremy, and I need you to move on, and know I will always be with you in your heart. And the last thing I need you to do Damon, is take me to my parents grave, can you do that Damon?" "Elena… I can help you, I can turn you!" "NO!" Elena exclaimed. "Damon, its okay, I'm ready for this, it's my time." "Elena… I… I don't want you to die." He looked at her desperately his blue eyes swimming with emotions. "Damon, please." Elena begged him. He nodded briskly his face a mask of emotions. "Are you ready?" He asked and Elena nodded. As gently as possible he scooped up Elena and pulled her off the tree. A blood curdling scream slipped through Elena's lips as Damon began to run to the graveyard. "Are you sure Elena, its not too late…" "I'm sure Damon," she sighed contentedly as her eyes fluttered closed. Damon leaned down and kissed her forehead, her cheeks her nose, and finally her lips as a single tear slid down his cheek. "I'm so sorry Elena, I'm so so sorry." He sat beside her and held her hand as he cried, not sure when he had last cried, or when he had felt so many emotions. Or when he had learned to love again. He sat with her long into the night, long after his tears had dried, cradling her closely to her chest. "Damon…" His head snapped up, staring down at the body in his arms which began to slowly move. "Damon, what's happening!" "Elena!" Damon asked in disbelief.