A/N: Hopefully, this helps explain the Salvatore situation a bit better. Shout out to leni18 for inspiring the different point of view. Without further ado…

I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE DIARIES OR THE CHARACTERS.
Music Credit: "Sweet Dreams (Are Made of These (Cover))" – Marilyn Manson

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'Sweet dreams are made of these – who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas…
Everybody's looking for something.

Some of them want to use you.
Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused.

I wanna use you and abuse you.
I wanna know what's inside of you.'
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Chapter Five:

Damon's POV

"Was going to New Orleans just to mess with Bonnie's head really necessary, Damon?" Stefan asked me. I sighed.

"When have I ever asked you to do anything that wasn't necessary, brother?" I quipped.

"All the fucking time." He replied.

"Quit your whining and get back to Mystic Falls. They'll expect us to make a move soon. I'm not ready to do anything, yet."

"Haven't you tortured her enough? What did she ever do to deserve this?" He asked me.

"She wouldn't break." I growled. "I'll see you when you get home, brother."

"And if I don't agree to go along with your plans?"

"Then I'll kill Elena. You know I don't have any problems doing it." I replied before hanging up on him. I sighed.

I can't count on anyone but myself. If you want something done the right way, you can't depend on anyone… They're too unstable. There are too many unreliable variables. I can't have that. I have to be in control. That's the way I like things.

When Bonnie breezed into my life, I wasn't looking for a woman, per se. She was gorgeous. I knew that I had to have her. Getting her was easy. Keeping her proved to be difficult. Not that mind… I thrive on our constant cat and mouse game. It keeps things interesting. It'll make getting her so gratifying.

I love the way she bruises under my touch. I can't wait to hear her scream. She's all I dream about.

Teaming up with the Mikaelsons was a smart move on her part, but I'm smarter. She can't beat me. They can't beat me.

Klaus has been determined to put me in place since Stefan was in college. He saw how aggressive I was with a few female coeds and didn't like what he saw. Why should he? Does it matter? Not really. No one asked for his opinion. I know I certainly didn't. I made it clear that everyone had to stay quiet, that's when shit really hit the fan.

I hadn't expected Klaus to act so quickly. That was my mistake. He convinced the girls to testify. I convinced the judge to drop the case. That made things personal. What else could I do but get him back? Someone hits me, I hit them back harder. That's the way I live my life. It's worked out for me so far.

I didn't strike back right away, no. I waited a few years. I took my time. I pounced when he least suspected it and I hit him back where it would hurt him the most – his sister.

I'm not sure if Rebekah ever came forward with a name or blamed some other fool, but I took pleasure in breaking her that night. I managed to charm her – at first. I took her out, romanced her. I kept her convinced that I was going to give her a happily ever after for a month. That's when I decided to shake things up. I forced myself on her and the rest is history.

Do I regret it? Of course not. It sent a message. I was never punished for it. Naturally, it didn't stop with her. There have been plenty of other woman, far too many to count.

Are my psychological 'problems' a result from my abusive childhood? Who knows? Who cares?

I will have Bonnie and my plan will be nothing short of perfect. I'll let her believe that I've lost interest and I'm going to let her live her life happily. I'll wait until she is perfectly content and is able to love again. I will wait until things can't get any better and I will be there, in the shadows, to steal her away. I can think of no greater revenge.

Maybe I'll send Stefan back to her. Maybe I'll let Stefan think that he's convinced me that what I'm doing is wrong. Maybe I'll let her think that she's won, just for now.

I won't let some bitch beat me. No, I can't have that. I'm Damon fucking Salvatore. I have a reputation to uphold.

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'Sweet dreams are made of these – who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas…
Everybody's looking for something.

Some of them want to use you.
Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused.

I wanna use you and abuse you.
I wanna know what's inside of you.
Movin' on.'
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A/N: This turned out pretty dark. Anyways, thoughts? Comments? Reviews? Maybe?
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Anneryn