Well, it was just an idea. So, tell me if you like it.

The sister is called Abigail Salvatore, and she is sarcastic and like Damon, but also caring and frowny like Stefan at times. I pictured her to look a little like Katy Perry, when she had her black hair, since she and Damon are twins, so...

Hope you like! Here's chapter one;D

(Later A.N) Am changing the description of this story, but the title will still be the same. Thanks :D


Never doubt:

Chapter one:

Since forever, I have learnt to doubt even the trustworthiest of people. This is only because my brothers both stabbed me in the back long ago. True, they were doing it for the woman they loved, but I had been in life for so long. Damon and I are twins, you see, and I was in Stefan's life since he was born six year prior to Damon and I. Yeah, those are my brothers' names. Damon, Stefan and Abigail Salvatore. We were like the three musketeers; except I am a woman and not a man. But that is how I would describe how we were.

Damon, Stefan and I always got into trouble, or whatever trouble could possibly cause father's reputation harm. Well, Damon and I did. Stefan would tag along up to a certain point. He was a daddy's boy, you see. Damon and I, however, were mommy's children. We both got our looks from her; icy, daring blue eyes and raven black hair, the colour of a midnight sky, and pale skin, the shade of show. Stefan, however, looks more like Father with his green eyes and honey hair, his body got a slight twinge of colour to it.

You could tell we were siblings though. We did have the same face shape. And nose. And mouth. And ears. The things people don't normal look at when they meet you. That was until Katherine arrived. I will explain who she is in a moment. Katherine arrived, and pointed out how much we all looked like the other, and clapped with glee. I clapped along with her, but it was sarcastic. She misconstrued it.

Now, Katherine was a woman who lost all her family in a fire. Father had given her a place to stay with us, her room right next to my own on the west side of the house, while Damon and Stefan's were on the left. Katherine, at first, had formed a bond with Stefan, fooling around with him, and toying with him, since Damon had gone off to the confederacy to fight. But when Damon had returned, she had started to toy with them both, turning them against the other.

I, of course, just stood by and watched. Until I started to see the bite marks on a newly woken up Stefan. I had asked Father what he did some nights with the council, and he told me of what they did. Vampires existed. I knew straight away that both Damon and Stefan knew of their existence as well. Little did I know that Katherine was listening in. She had force fed me her blood that night, and then snapped my neck so I had become something I hated.

I ran away from Father's house, knowing full well he was going to kill me. So now, it is 2018, and I am back in Mystic Falls. I had learned from a witch working with Klaus, a big bad vampire hybrid that they were alive and well in Mystic Falls. So I'm there, to see them.

To reform our unbreakable bond.

I arrive at the boarding house, and look upon it. It is big; got that haunted, old vibe about it. Of course, Abby duh! It's a little bit younger then you. Jesus, that makes me feel old. Aren't I supposed to lie about my age? Well, I couldn't tell you my real age anyway. I have lost count of how many years I have been living this.

Anyway, back to the boarding house. There's no one there, since my brothers obviously got social lives while I was away, so I just walk right in through the front door. I settle myself on the comfortable looking couch, and take a sip of the bourbon in front of me. I knew right before I took a sip it is Damon's. I mean, come on, you can't see Saint Stefan drinking Bourbon, right?

Oh, I call him saint Stefan because he feeds on little bambi and thumper. I learnt this also from the witchy friend who was with Klaus. Beth…Bella…Bonnie! That's it! He also has a girlfriend called Elena, and Damon is also in love with her. Talking about history repeating…gosh, those brothers learn nothing, obviously.

Time to go snooping. Oh, this is great. I wish I had friends to invite round! Wouldn't that be fun? Damon and Stefan come home from their busy social lives and look around to see drunk, passed out teenagers on the couches and floor, all Damon's precious bourbon gone. Haha, now imagine their faces.

Anyway, I'm walking towards Saint Stefan's room to snoop around in there. Since he is probably the more secretive and caring of the two, we better snoop his journal or something, I suppose. See if there's anything about me in there. Or maybe it's just an account of how many bunnies he drinks.

Or he's probably written: Elena. Frowning. Damon. Bunny. Sad. Brooding. Elena. Sleep.

He leads a high life, obviously!

Well, Saint Stefan never really used to be such a Saint. I mean, he used to drain bodies of blood so they would just die from blood loss. Me, however, am a careful and not messy eater. I drink gracefully, then heal them, and then compel them to forget. Quick, easy, simple and I have killed no one.

I suppose Damon has probably killed a bunch of people also, since he is now the 'badass' brother. 'Badass' was the word Bonnie had used to describe my older twin. I wouldn't use badass, more asshole, or dick, maybe.

Now, I think Damon is going to be more surprised then Stefan since I ran into Stefan a few years ago. Damon, however, still thinks I'm dead and have been dead since I ran away. Stefan said Katherine had told them I died, and then compelled away their sadness and had fun with them. Then, they both ended up dying and turning into vampires. Hence the reason we did not die in 1864. Well, we are living dead people. Or dead living people. Oh, I give up.

I'm soooo bored. Stefan is such a boring person. Well, he has always been a boring person, but he seems more like the most boring person ever! I mean seriously, no one can be that boring. When I saw him last time, I nearly fell asleep. Okay, I know, I know, he's my brother and I'm supposed to love him, and not fall asleep, but seriously, he stabbed me in the back!

Oh…talking about being stabbed in the back, hey there knife! OUCH!

"I don't know who you are, or what you're doing, but you better get out of here before I stake you in the heart," A girl's voice! Must be Elena.

I spin around and see that the girl looks just like Katherine, expect her hair is straight, and you can defiantly see the differences. But this bitch just stabbed me in the chest, I guess I've gotta kick some ass back!

"Now that's rude towards a guest, don't you think?" I say, ripping the knife out of my back. "Here, have your stupid knife back. I'm sorry; I must of hurt your knife when you plunged it in my back. Might wanna see if it's okay."

She seems shocked. "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" I ask dumbly. "I don't know. Perhaps you should ask your boyfriend that, yeah? Tell him that Abby popped around to see him, but he wasn't in."

She looks angry…oops?


I get to the apartment and slip in, after compelling the man who lived there to let me take his apartment, while he stayed at his mom's house. He obliged, of course, and let me stay. I'll be gone in a few days anyway, when I see Damon and Stefan, and they let me stay with them.

Maybe.

Someone knocks on the door. HOLY CRAP! What happens if its one of the boy's friends? Shit, I didn't really think this through. Okay, say you're his girlfriend, and that he is out at the moment…wait; do I look too young to be that man's girlfriend? Maybe I do…

"Open up!" screams the angry voice behind the door.

Okay, maybe this man has drug issues and this is the drug dealer angry because the man hasn't paid. Perhaps the man living her has an ex girlfriend who is still angry at him, and now her brother is here to beat him up. And I'm the only person here.

The door swings open, and there, standing in the middle of the doorway, angry and heaving breath, is none other then Damon. Salvatore. My brother.

"Oh my god, look behind you!" Which is all I can say. "There's an life sized bottle of bourbon!"

He didn't turn around.

It was worth a shot.

"Hey, Damon, you look really pissed, like, really, really, really pissed," I comment. "Something happened that you need to talk about?"

Damon just shudders with anger. Jeez.

"Might want to use words, brother," I say.

"Why didn't you tell me you were alive?" Damon asks. Oh, there it is! "I've been mourning you for god knows how many years and you've been alive?"

"Mourning? You forgot about me as soon as Katherine compelled you!"

Damon shrugs. "Okay, so maybe that did happen, but it's not like I couldn't control her compelling me, could I? You can't fight of compulsion, and you know that. And do you wanna know why I'm pissed off? Because Stefan knew you were alive before I did! I thought you liked me a little more then you did Stefan, obviously not."

"Are you jealous?"

"No, I just don't want to lose you."

"You haven't lost me, brother, I'm still right here. I say you, I and Stefan go out for some midnight snacks."

"Who you going for?"

I smack his arm. "I meant food, you big idiot head, not humans. Me don't swing that way anymore."

"You're not a lesbian?"

Another smack on my part. Oh, Damon and Stefan.


As I predicted, Stefan is frowny and broody. Extra broody, according to Damon, as he meets both of us at a four-seater table at the Mystic Grill. Damon had just filled me in on what had been going on in this town, and let me tell you, I am quite surprised. Niklaus coming here…the original werewolf vampire hybrid? And what is up with every teenager in this town either being a werewolf, or vampire, or doppelganger, hell, even a witch. There was once a hunter called Alaric also, but he died. He was Damon's friend. I had gasped when he told me he had friends. He had smacked me. Ouch!

Stefan is still the same; expect he has changed his hairstyle. Good, last time I saw him, I did not like it all combed to one side. Yeah, I get that was the fashion, but get real, Stefan! You looked hideous! But he still has something badass about him, and you can so totally tell he is happy to see me, even though he is frowning and broody, just like Damon had said before. So maybe Stefan kind of does hate me. So what? At least my other bro likes me!

"Abigail," He greets me in a monotone.

"Nice to see you too, Stefano," I say happily. "C'mon, loosen the frown. You know you're happy to see me."

"Not when my girlfriend sees you first and suspects I'm having some great affair," Stefan says, sitting down.

I roll my eyes at him. "Well, how about you tell your girlfriend to mind her manners when meeting new people? She didn't create a very good first impression, if I'm honest."

Guess what? Stefan's frown deepens when I say that. Yeah, I know, it can't be possible, but it is because it does. Very deeply. I think it's implanted on his head. Just like Damon's smirk is forever planted on his lips. Unless someone tells him they love Stefan, not him. Aw, I feel sorry for my bro, and guilty that I wasn't around to help him. I love you more then Stefan right at this moment, Damon!

"That's because she didn't have a clue who you were and you were in our house," Stefan says.

"So? I could have been human for all she knows," I say. "She could have killed me. Then what? You're precious little girlfriend becomes a murderer. Oh, wait, she's already murdered someone….Oops."

Stefan growls.

"Bad, Stefan, bad," I say like an owner to their dog.

Damon laughs. "Would you both chill out and have a drink? Yes, Abby, Elena did stab you in the back, and yes, Stefan, she did kind of freak out your girlfriend and make her think you were with someone else, but that's all the past, right?"

I look at Stefan and he looks at me, before we both look at our older brother in awe. Damon looks at us, before looking away. What? Is Damon embarrassed? Oh, this is good. Damon is hardly ever embarrassed. He is so cocky and thinks he can get any girl he wants…Elena? Bonnie? Caroline…? Okay, that was a low blow, but I took the piss out of Stefan, I need to take the piss out of Damon, it's how it works. I am their younger sister, after all, aren't I?

"All right," I mumble. "Fine."

"Okay," Stefan says.

"Good!" Damon says.

A boy with the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen, dark blond hair, and tan skin walks past in the grill, but stops when he spots Stefan and Damon sat down. Who is this kid? I don't think Damon mentioned anyone so…what's the word…handsome…? Oh, and om nom, he is wearing a tight t-shirt showing off his pecks. Okay, so I can have a little taster of the guys around here, right?

"Hey, Matt," Damon says with a hint of bitterness. Why you being so mean to Mr Hottie 'Matt' over here? "Can you get us some drinks? Abs, what do you want?"

Cue Mr Hottie 'Matt' to look over to smile, and causing my insides to melt and form a puddle at my feet. Oh my!

"I'll have a beer, please, Damon," I say. "Stefan will have a soda, since he's not old enough."

Stefan leans over and punches my arm hard. "I'll have a beer too, please, Matt."

"Bad, Stefan, bad," I scold this time.

"You've used that joke already today," Stefan points out.

"How dare you say that? My jokes are repetitive and funny! Laugh!" I cry.

Mr Hottie 'Matt' looks and laughs at me. How old is he…? Well, Stefan's seventeen, and Damon said that that was when Elena and Mr Hottie 'Matt' drove off a bridge and Elena got turned into a vampire, and Matt not. So he must be what…twenty-three? Well, that's the right age because I'm twenty-three as well!

"I'll be right back with your drinks," He says in a cool voice.

Oh, boy knows how to play it smooth. Well, he can smooth talk me into bed anytime. Stefan raises an eyebrow as I lean to catch the view of Mr Hottie 'Matt's ass, and oh my god, it is so gorgeous. It's rounded, and just perky. Perfect.

"I know what you're thinking, stop it," Damon's voice says in my ear. "He's not to be eaten."

I shove him. "I wasn't thinking about eating him. More, you know, playing with him. I wanna see what the boys are like in bed."

"Pervert," Damon whispers under his breath.

"I'm the pervert? Dude, you went out with a seventeen year old, and you're twenty three," I say.

"Who was that?" I face palm.

"Caroline Forbes?"

"Oh, yeah."

Stefan swings his head around to glance at Mr Hottie 'Matt', who is hovering around the bar area gathering our drinks, before looking at me. He taps the table before opening his mouth to talk. I hate it when Stefan has something on his mind. It sometimes goes on for a while, unless you tell him to shut it and be quite.

"You're interested in Matt?" He asks.

I face palm again. "Is it obvious? I mean, I'm not about to go all stalker on him like you did with Elena, if that's what you're trying to hint at."

Stefan shakes his head. "I didn't go all stalker on Elena, all right, I sort of did. I had to make sure she was nothing like Katherine."

"Which she is," I argue.

"How?" Ooo, I think Stef's a little angry with me. Oops.

"Because, she knows that Damon's in love with her, and she knows that he'll do anything for her and she uses that to her advantage. And then she's with you not five seconds later, begging you to give her another chance because she went to Damon for help. Then you agree, because, oh, she's Elena, and she has pretty brown hair, and brown eyes, and she's now a vampire and helpless. Oh, please. The bitch stabbed me in the back with a knife," I rant. "So, in conclusion, she is, in fact, like Katherine."

Damon grins a little at Stefan. "Aren't you just glad she's alive?"

"Shut up," I say, and nudge him. "You're so glad that I'm alive, you're being horrible right now."

"Oh, is that it?" He says.

Mr Hottie 'Matt' comes back with our drinks. He smiles at me when he places mine down. Oh, Matt, get in my bed, please! But, he walks off before I get the chance to ask him to jump in my bed. Oh, well, it'll have to wait until tomorrow, now won't it?

"Elena's coming here," Stefan says, "She just text me."

"You text? Oh my god, welcome to the twenty first century, Stefano," I clap for him. "But seriously, why does she have to come here? Can't she just, like, I don't know, jump of a cliff where there's vervain at the bottom and she'll die immediately?"

Stefan growls.

"Seriously, Stef, that's like the third time you've done that today," I say, "Are you sure you aren't a werewolf instead of a vampire?"

He pulls a snarky face at me, and takes a swig of his beer. "Haha, funny."

"I thought it was," I say, swigging my beer.

Damon looks over to the door, and I see Elena standing there, glaring at Stefan, Damon and me. Did we do something that we don't know about? Then step in two girls behind her, one, obviously, Caroline and the other Bonnie. Great, I'm going to be bitch in town. Yey!


Hope you liked it!;D Update coming soon;)