CRUEL INTENTIONS

Chapter One

It was a beautiful morning in Mystic Falls, the sky was overcast in dark clouds, but the air was warm and children were playing all around. Inside, Mikaelson Estate an elder women, sat at her desk scribbling down notes and frowning as the young man in front of her fidgets with a pen looking impatient.

"We've been at this for six months Damon." Ester Mikaelson said as she throws her glasses on to the table tiredly.

"I know." Damon replied, rolling his eyes. He pulls out a small flask from inside his black leather jacket. Ester stands up and grabs the flask from his hands, giving him a glare.

"There is no drinking in my office." She throws the flask into the rubbish bin next to her desk, Damon sneers at the women as she sits back down.

"What do you want me to say doc? That I feel remorse because I act the way I do?" He smirks, "Because I don't. Not one bit." Ester shakes her head and continues to scribble down notes, Damon clearly annoyed stands up and walks around her office. "I get it, I'm not like my goody two shoes brother, you're all so dissapointed in me, truth is, I don't really care," He shrugs his shoulders, "I don't care about report cards or extra credit. The only challenge that I see are women." Ester rolls her eyes while Damon continues, "You see a girl you like, you pursue her, you conquer and then you move on, it's exciting."

"That's all you care about?" Ester narrowed her eyes, "You have the worst reputation, don't you want to change that? Be better?"

Damon chuckles shaking his head staring at the doctor, "Women love a man with a bad reputation, they all think they're going to save me? I just let them think they will, that's the trick... oh, and of course my unflinching ability to listen to Taylor Swift."

Ester, clearly baffled throws her notepad onto her desk, "That's all for today Damon."

"Oh, but we were just getting somewhere." Damon replied sarcastically, "same time next week?"

"No... this will be our last session, I will have to tell your parents you aren't taking this seriously." Ester shook her head, "Your parents spend a lot of money for these sessions. I'm only trying to help you."

"Oh you do help me Doc, I'm already feeling my path to redemption coming towards me." Damon smirked.

"I hope you grow up one day Damon, otherwise you're going to get in trouble." Damon walks towards Ester's desk approaching a photograph of her young daughter Rebekah. Ester watched Damon while scribbling notes down, "that's my daughter Rebekah."

"She looks... delicious." Damon whistles, licking his lips.

Ester rolls her eyes, "she would never go for a man with your morals, she is attending Whitmore this fall. She is way too smart to fall for your charm." Ester humped, grabbing the photograph out of Damon's hands.

Damon raised a brow, "Care to make a bet?"

"Goodbye Damon, I hope you get the help you need. You clearly need it." Ester opened the door while Damon puts on his sunglasses, he leans down towards the rubbish bin and grabs his flask. He walks out with a strut and Ester shuts the door behind him, "thank goodness for that" she mumbles. Ester walks back around to her desk waiting for her next session as her daughter rings. "Hello love, how are you?"

"Mum?"

"Rebekah, what's wrong?" She could hear her daughter crying over the phone.

"He told me he loved me... I'm so stupid."

"Who told you?"

"You won't know him... there's pictures of me on the internet mum!"

Ester sighs putting her face into her hands, "Rebekah, how could you be so stupid!"

"He was so charming, he kept telling me that I could be the one to change him if I just opened up to him... things just got out of hand." Rebekah cried. She could hear the drop of the phone from the other line. "Mum?"

Ester Mikaelson ran through the halls looking for her target. Damon Salvatore. She spots him standing inside of an elevator speaking to a young women, "You son of a bitch!" She screamed racing for him, the doors shut which caused her to scream in rage and bang on the elevator doors abruptly.

Damon smirks as he walks out of the building and towards his camero. "Another one down..." He whispers, deleting Rebekah Mikaelson's number from his phone.