Damon was really starting to get on Elena's nerves. Ever since the public slave whipping, he had been teasing and joking about how she should 'obey her master'. While Elena was truly grateful to him, she to admit- damon could be a real pain sometimes.

At that moment, while Elena was debating with Meredith weather or not to tie her hair back, Bonnie blacked out. "Bonnie!" Screamed Elena, flinging her chair away from the dusty mirror.

"What happened?" Questioned Damon, only now walking into the room. "I-I don't know! She just sort of, well, fell- I guess."

Damon sighed. "Well, give her some room. She's obviously having one of those physicy, trancy things." He said, as if it was as normal as announcing it was Tuesday.

The three of them stepped back, waiting to see what Bonnie would say. Her body suddenly jerked up as if it were tied onto a string, and turned around to stare straight at Damon. "Don't do it" She whispered.

They all sat there for a minute, confused by what she had said, before Damon was suddenly staring straight into Bonnie's eyes, shaking her by the shoulders. "Dont do what, Bonnie?! Dont do what?" But she couldn't answer, because she fell back onto the floor and shut her eyes.

"Are you okay?" Elena asked Damon, who was now standing up.

He shook his head and stumbled into his room. Elena wondered weather or not to follow him- he looked pretty shaken. No. Bonnie needed her. Damon could wait. But even as she told herself this, she felt her legs drag her towards him. It was suddenly like she needed to help him, to save him from any problems he might have. She pushed open his door to find Damon sitting on his bed, staring at a indent in the wall. She nudged his shoulder with her hand, wondering why Bonnie's trance had put him in such a bad mood. He turned his head to look at her and smiled weakly.

"Hey," she whispered "what's wrong?"

"nothing... It's just...don't worry, I'm fine. Go help Bonnie, I know she hates it when things like this happen." He said, nodding towards the door.

"Oh, come on. Just tell me, Damon." She urged, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He took her hand in his and starred into those blue eyes he had come to love. "It's about Stefan."