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.
Listen to me carefully - I don't care what ancient prophecy or supernatural force stands in our way. My love for you isn't bound by their rules or their threats. I choose you, I'll always choose you, and nothing in this world or beyond can change that.