Sister, Sister ▷ Damon Salvatore [1] [COMPLETED]

CHAPTER ONE☑️

dedicated to -voidPietro because she's my bro

ONE | COME A LITTLE CLOSER

On the outskirts of Mystic Falls was a run-down squalor living arraignment. Inside it was a room with two couches on the dirty floor. The house looked as if it were falling apart, which it probably was. Grime covered the walls and floors, leaving the building to look more like a run-down shack than a house.

A man carried two girls, one with tan skin and dark brown hair. She had a pale pink sweater on with a blood stain covering her left arm along with dirty jeans covering her legs. The other was a girl with milky white skin and beautiful strawberry-blonde hair. She wore a light blue dress with sheer nylon tights and combat boots. Her once perfect outfit was now messy and wrinkled, her hair was cascaded into the man's arms. Both girls were tied up around their wrists and ankles, except the girl with the strawberry-blonde hair's had been dipped in vervain. They were under heavy sedation, yet the girl with brunette hair's eyelids fluttered open. Elena Gilbert's doe brown eyes were revealed as they adjusted to the light.

"Please," begged the girl, panting and whispering.

The man ignored her pleas and set them both on a couch. He had dropped the girl with the blue dress a bit too harshly, causing her to groan in protest and finally open her eyes to reveal a beautiful hazel. Her wrists and ankles were burned.

"What happened?" her voice was dipped in sleep. The strawberry-blonde girl rubbed her eyes as she looked around at her surroundings and scrunched up her nose due to the smell.

"Bella?" Elena asked, looking at the girl on the next couch in confusion. Elena had thought "Bella" was some girl, certainly not mixed up with this business.

"Elena," she said, equally surprised.

The man who had dropped them on the couches began to take off his jacket, hat and sunglasses, revealing his identity.

"Trevor?" Bella inquired, even more surprised. "I thought you were on the run?"

"Arabella." He nodded towards her, ignoring the girl's question about him being "on the run." Arabella frowned, noticing this. He was avoiding her question for some unknown reason—a reason she wanted to figure out.

Elena looked at her confusedly but Arabella didn't spare her a glance. She was too wrapped up in what she was doing in a run-down building with the man whom she thought was running and a girl she didn't care about whatsoever.

Trevor began to untie Elena's ropes as Arabella ripped through hers.

"Vervain? Really?" Arabella questioned, thrusting her hands at Trevor so he would cut the ropes. Once she was free, Arabella tried standing up but fell down due to her weak knees from being knocked out.

"What do you want?" Elena questioned in a scared voice. Trevor shushed her.

"Please, I'm hurt," Elena pleaded. Arabella held back a laugh at her vulnerable state and her numerous pleas.

Hasn't she ever been kidnapped before? You would think she has considering she is the doppleganger. Arabella thought. She scoffed at the thought and rolled her eyes.

"I know," Trevor responded. His face soon began to vamp out, clearly smelling the blood. "Just a taste." Trevor leaned forward, ready to lunge and have a taste of Elena Gilbert.

Elena looked to Arabella for help, but she couldn't blame him. Elena's blood was like a siren—it smelled delicious and it took a lot of restraint to not feed from her, and that kind of restraint was something Trevor did not have.