The Only Thing That Works For Me

Rating: M –Dark Themes, Fantasy/Masturbation, Lemons, Dub-Con/Non-Con

Disclaimer: I hope L.J. Smith or the CW doesn't pull an "Anne Rice" because I LOVE writing FanFiction about it! I don't own it, if I did, Ian Somerhalder would probably NEVER have clothes on! :D

…you laugh like I'm kidding…

Summary: Damon fantasizes about Elena while listening to Nine Inch Nails' "Closer" and realizes just how much he craves her. Will he give in to this twisted fantasy? Well, of course. :D

(Long Ass) A/N: I have been in love with "Closer" for a while, and while writing Scream, I thought it could work for D/E, but never thought to put it into writing. I got this idea from one of Angel's Blue Eyed Girl's newest D/E fics: "All That Can Be." As with all of Jen's fics-, IT IS FREAKING AMAZING! …ahem…sorry…I get a little spastic with FREAKING AMAZING WRITERS! Lol

So! Even if you don't read this story – at LEAST go read that one! :D

THEN, I was recently watching 1,000 Ways To Die and this Quote about Nymphomaniacs stuck out to me and I put it in this story, deciding to make it a multi-chapter story! :D

I have had "The Downward Spiral" Album for a while but I don't own it or the lyrics…blah, blah, blah… :)

(Shorter) A/N 2: The actual meaning of this song is about how Trent Reznor (lead singer) wants to forget all the shit going on in his life and just fuck. Fits Damon's personality in some areas, huh?

K, I'm sorry. I'm done talking now.

You let me violate you

You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you

You let me complicate you

Help me

I broke apart my insides

Help me

I've got no soul to sell
Help me

The only thing that works for me

Help me get away from myself

I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god

You can have my isolation

You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith

You can have my everything
Help me

Tear down my reason,

Help me

It's your sex I can smell
Help me

You make me perfect,

Help me become somebody else

I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god

Through every forest, above the trees
Within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive

PROLOGUE

"An aggressive Nymphomaniac/Sexually Compulsive person can be extremely aggressive because they don't care who, when, or what they have sex with. And they're doing it because they wanna kill time, or they wanna avoid loneliness, or they just wanna conquer. Just it's all about the number, so don't be surprised if they don't remember your name." – Dr. Ava Cadell, 1,000 Ways To Die