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

CHAPTER ONE☑️

Elena let out cries of protest and tried pushing back.

"Trevor!" A woman's voice snapped to him. Trevor pulled back to look at his best-friend.

"Rosemarie?" Arabella spoke. She didn't even know the girl was alive, nonetheless in Mystic Falls.

"It's Rose," Rosemarie informed.

Arabella waved the comment off. "Nonsense darling, you were born with the name, a pretty one might I add, and so I shall call you such,"

Elena was surprised and more confused as ever. She was wondering how Bella, or rather Arabella, knew these people and how she was talking so casually, yet in a formal manner. Elena had never heard her speak to people as if she owned the place.

Rosemarie ignored Arabella's comment and looked towards Elena. Elena met her gaze.

"What do you want with me?" Elena asked.

"My God, you look just like her," Rosemarie said, examining her.

"That is exactly what I said," Arabella muttered and sighed, lying back down on the dirty couch.

"But I'm not. Please, whatever you do—"

"—Be quiet," Rosemarie demanded and cut Elena off.

Elena was pushing her self away from Rosemarie and farther back into the couch, hoping to create distance.

"But I'm not Katherine," Elena protested. "My name is Elena Gilbert. You don't have to do this." Elena stood up, suddenly gaining confidence, and walked over to the pixie haired red head.

"I know who you are. I said be quiet," Rose warned.

"What do you want?" Elena asked her quietly. Arabella wanted to roll her eyes at the dumb question. She was absolutely clueless on how dangerous her position was. She was up against two deadly vampires, and Bella certainly was not going to help her.

Rose had enough of Elena's questions, so she backhanded Elena hard enough to make her pass out. Arabella sat up and looked at Elena's now sleeping body.

Rosemarie looked towards Arabella warily. "Forgiv—"

"She was being annoying anyway." Arabella's natural accent rang throughout the 'living room.'

Rosemarie walked over to Arabella and pushed a needle into her neck. "I apologize, but I need you asleep right now," Rose muttered to Arabella's sleeping body.

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Arabella soon awoke with a burning rage. Her temper was rising steadily with the two insolent vampires and the doppelgänger.

"How are the girls?" Rose asked.

"Still passed out," Trevor's voice replied.

"You didn't touch them, did you?" Rose questioned warily.

"Give me some credit," Trevor retorted. "So, you called him?"

Arabella was confused. Who was him?

"No. I called one of his contacts," Rose responded. Arabella frowned a bit, contacts?

"Did you or did you not get the mess—" but Arabella had passed out before she could hear the rest of the conversation. Her eyes slowly closed because of the large amounts of vervain injected.

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"Why am I here?" Arabella heard Elena's demanding voice. She opened her hazel eyes and was staring up at the chipped painting on the ceiling. Arabella sat up and stretched as if she just took a long nap. Her bones cracked, which signaled that the strawberry-blonde was awake.