Damon frantically rushed into his home, clutching Elena to his chest. She was unconscious, he wouldn't let himself believe that she was dead. He strode past the parlor and up the stairs, almost knocking over Stefan. He glanced over at his brother to see him staring in shock and utter horror at the sight of Elena in his arms. "What are you doing?! What did you do to her, Damon?" He cried incredulously.

Damon's eyes became icy fire and venom laced his voice as he growled, "Back off Stefan. I need to save her. Now MOVE!" He shouted the last part impatiently, and shoved Stefan aside, leaving him staring in bewilderment. He entered his room and laid Elena on his bed. And called Witchyhead-err Bonnie. She answered almost immediately.

"What is it now, Damon? Stefan ruin your shirt or something?" Damon growled into the phone and spat angrily, "I don't have time for jokes, Witch. Get over here because Elena is dying and i need your damn help!" Bonnie went quiet, until she finally replied, "Okay. I'll be there soon." Damon hung up before she could ask questions and sat down besides Elena, and waited.

Bonnie bolted into Damon's room, frazzled. She glanced at how Damon sat next to her, stroking her hair. He really did love her. He turned to Bonnie and she spoke. "I Can help." Damon swiftly got up to his feet and urged, "Do it! now, please!" Bonnie then closed her eyes and held out her arms and began to chant, "si quisquam est illic , ego postulo vestri succurro. meus amicus est dying quod ego postulo ut servo suus. i'll exsisto in vestri eternus debitum. Vestri, i'll exsisto vestri eternus debitum!"

She sank to her knees as she felt cold air rush around her, and a powerful wind blew through the room. It was working. "Gratias ago vos , vos have meus gratia" She said, breathless. Then, a weak groan was heard. Bonnie and Damon turned towards Elena. She was struggling to sit up. Damon turned to Bonnie and uttered a relieved thank-you, and Bonnie knew that was her cue to leave.

Elena couldn't understand what had happened. One minute she was out cold, and now she was in Damon's room, with Bonnie leaving. She looked at Damon. "Damon, what happened to me?" It was almost a whisper but he heard it. Damon walked over to her and took her into his arms, this time she didn't object. "Elena, sweetheart. You died." He said simply, and sadly.

Then she remembered. Her leaving Damon upset, going to her room, taking out the blade, and bringing it down on her wrists. Elena buried her face in Damon's chest, immensely ashamed. "I'm so sorry, Damon. Please don't be angry with me," She begged, tears leaking out of her eyes. "It was stupid and i regret it i just didn't want you think any less of me" Elena looked down sadly at her feet, refusing to meet Damon's questioning gaze.

"And why would i think any less of you, Elena? Nothing you ever did would make me think any less of you. I'm only upset because you won't tell me why you're in so much pain. It puts me in pain knowing i can't be there for you, because you wont let me be. Just tell me what's wrong, please!" He pleaded with her urgently, his gaze never leaving hers.

Elena finally looked up at him, her lip trembling as silent tears escaped her haunted and forlorn eyes. "Two months ago, i was at the Grill, alone. I just wanted to be alone after i had a fight with Stefan, to clear my head." She paused as a pained look came across her face as she recounted her horror. Damon held her even tighter, letting her know he was there for her. "Then this guy came up to me, i've seen him before at school. He's friends with Matt, and i think i met him once. He asked if i wanted anything to drink, and i said no, it was okay. I really didn't want anything, but he insisted." Elena let out a strangled sob before continuing.

"My phone started ringing so i took the opportunity to end the conversation by turning away to answer it. When i turned back around he was gone, and i was relieved. I kept drinking my drink until i finished it. Not long after, i started feeling dizzy and sick." She weeped despairingly,as the memories haunted her. Damon had a feeling that he knew where this was going, and he was angry he hadn't been there to spare Elena from the pain.

"I blacked out some time after that, and when i woke up, i found myself in an alley. I wasn't alone. He was on top of me t-t-taking off my u-u-underwear. I started crying and i couldn't stop, so he hit me. Repeatedly. Then he put it up my, up my.." She trailed off crying uncontrollably, reliving the nightmare.

Damon was enraged. How dare this sick bastard think he could get away with harming his Elena, he was going to pay dearly. He held Elena's face between his hand and asked her softly, "Who is he, Elena? I'll make sure he won't be able to hurt you again." This only made Elena cry harder as she sobbed, "He did do it again, earlier today, before i came over." Damon's face grew black veins in fury. "Tell me his name so i can make him sorry he was ever conceived!" He urged.

Elena whispered softly as Damon shook angrily against her, "His name is Jason. Jason Stone." Damon nodded in response and replied, "I'll be back soon, i won't let anyone else hurt you ever again" With that, he blurred out of his room and out of the house. Elena was still standing in his room when she felt a presence behind her. Stefan.

She turned to him, but before anything left her mouth, she caught him observing her physique and asked, "When's the last time you actually had anything in your stomach besides water, Elena?" Elena looked at the ground guiltily, caught, as she said sadly, "I don't remember, Stefan."

Concern etched itself on his face as he reluctantly and solemnly replied, "I'm going to have to tell Damon, Elena. He needs to hear this." Elena's eyes shot up towards his and she ran towards him and grabbed hold of his arm desperately. "Please, Stefan, no! He can't know! He'll hate me, please, Stefan!" She begged urgently.

Stefan shook his head, torn. "I'm sorry, Elena, but he has to know. You're going to end up killing yourself and i don't want to see that happen. He has to know." Elena crumpled to the floor in defeat and anguish and sobbed all over again. "He'll hate me, he'll hate me..." She cried to herself.

It pained Stefan to see Elena in agony, but he couldn't risk her dying. He loved her still, even if she was in love with Damon. He just didn't want to lose her like he lost Lexi, Katherine. So yes, Damon had to know. He had to know the girl he was in love with was starving herself, and depriving herself of life. Damon had to help her, save her from herself, before it was too late.