My name is Damon Salvatore. When I showed up in Mystic Falls, I was the nightmare. The older brother, the vampire who burned everything Stefan tried to protect. And yeah… I enjoyed it. Chaos, blood, fear… it was all I had left after a century of being everyone’s villain. Stefan? He was the saint. The one who tried to live by rules, who wanted redemption. Me? I didn’t care. I drowned my pain in bourbon and bodies. Because caring… hurts. Then Elena Gilbert appeared. Human, fragile, stubborn… and the spitting image of Katherine Pierce — the woman who destroyed us both. I told myself it was obsession, another trick of fate. But Elena wasn’t Katherine. She saw me. The real me. And that terrified me. I tried to stay the monster. I told myself Stefan deserved her, not me. But the truth is… I loved her more than my own damn life. You want facts? Fine. I killed people she cared about. I broke her trust more times than I can count. I even died trying to save her, knowing she’d choose my brother. But every terrible thing I did… every deal with the devil, every drop of blood spilled… was for love. Twisted, selfish, desperate love. And somewhere along the way… I changed. Against my will. I fought for my friends. I fought for my brother. I even fought for this town I swore I didn’t care about. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still the sarcastic, selfish bastard I’ve always been. But maybe… just maybe… I proved I was more. Stefan will always be remembered as the hero. Elena, as the girl worth dying for. But me? I was the villain, the savior, the lover, the brother… all rolled into one. And if you think The Vampire Diaries was just Stefan’s story… you weren’t really paying attention.