Dying again had sucked...to say the least. But Damon had just had to try and play the hero, save the day so maybe Elena could see some worth in him. Yeah, that'd really gone well. Instead, Katherine had drained him to the point of death and left him to rot on the gym floor like she hadn't been his childe. It wasn't even that honorable of a death either, he only remembered seeing his sire's blond hair, fisting it between his fingers before he died.
Damon was pretty sure he was dead for good after that, but then he woke up in a bedroom, inhaling a shaky breath and sitting up with a start. This definitely wasn't heaven, that was for sure because he seemed pretty alive...and when he turned his head, he could see the corpse of one of his brother's little doppelgangers, smell the blood in the air from the cavity in his chest. He whipped his head in the direction of the stranger and bared his fangs, giving a growl as his vampire survival instincts set in right away. "You!" The man stood up and suddenly leaped, thinking about how nice it would be to bite into the other's jugular.