Everything was pitch black, and I didn't know how long I had been in this craphole. I tried calling to Damon (even to Stefan and Bonnie) numerous times, but it was getting harder and harder every time. I could feel my life essence slipping away as seven vampires fed on me at one time. Orion warned them to keep me alive-but I had psychic blood, and they just couldn't help themselves.
A door slammed open, and light flooded into the room. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU?" Orion screamed, grabbing vampires and throwing them across the room. "You're supposed to keep her ALIVE! Otherwise, this was all just a waste of time!"
There were murmured "sorry"s, and Orion groaned, and stomped out of the room.
Light flooded into the room again, and there was screaming and fighting, and I just figured Orion came back to teach those vampires a lesson, and my fear struck up a mile when someone lifted me into their arms.
I'm going to die. I'm GOING TO DIE was the only thing that was going through my mind.
"Ashley? Ashley, are you alive?" the face and voice sounded very familiar. I moaned, softly and suddenly everything spun, and my breath was taken away from me, and I had trouble getting it back.
Someone laid me on a couch, and my blurry vision slowly came into focus. "Damon?" I murmured, trying to figure out which of the 3 Damon's that I was seeing was the real one.
I could practically feel the time I had left ticking, and I fluttered my eyes shut, surrendering to the Grim Reaper.
Suddenly, I tasted something sticky and wet in my mouth, and my eyes flew open. Damon had his arm to my mouth, and the liquid I was tasting was blood. I moved my face around, trying to get away, but I slowly stood still. Then, Damon bit into the raw teethmarks on my neck, and I cringed.
Damon reached up to grab my neck, and then snapped it.