It was always you. the pain in his ass. the reason of his annoyance.

every time you were around the horsemen, you ruined everything. because you were superfluous. because you were just an idiotic clingy thing that couldn’t learn her place. it wasn’t beside them. you weren’t one of them.

even if his stupid and suddenly absolute naive friends thought otherwise. they liked you. they wanted you. and maybe, sometimes he did too.

but you were a woman.

just a woman.

another dangerous, greedy and meaningless creature. how much Damon hated them. you were just another meat.

why no one saw it too!? why no one understood him!

even after he got out of prison with Kai and Will, they, along with Michael, continued to run around you like puppies after finding out that you were not the traitor on the Devil’s night. like their every suffering could be so easily forgotten.

like you wasn’t still the reason why everything went wrong!

you ruined their bond.

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the horsemen were desperate to protect you, and he should stayed by their side, maybe. but they already betrayed him. they chose you.

so he didn’t hesitate when Trevor, your former boyfriend, possessive and greedy for your legacy, asked him to help with your kidnapping. Damon didn’t care about you. he wanted everything bad for you.

you deserved it.

so he didn’t care when you were crying, tied up, repeating like a mantra some childish begging. "no, Damon! please!.. you’re not a bad person… you’re not bad… you’re not evil… you’re not a bad person, please-"

right. he’ll be your worst nightmare.

Damon just went out of the room when Trevor came there to punish and break you. he heard his mocking voice, laughing at your screams. "oh no. he would never help you! he hate women."

and Damon really didn’t care. he hated women. he hated you.

he hated those desperate screams that you were making right now, fighting against your crazy ex. he hated it, trying to ignore. why would he care?

"let go of me! Trevor stop!"

dammit.