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

CHAPTER TWELVE (FLASHBACK)✔️

dedicated to sabahxt because I'm in love with her stories

TWELVE | WON'T YOU HELP ME SAVE MY LIFE?

Arabella Mikaelson was in her first year as a vampire. Like most of her siblings, she was also slowly loosing her humanity; her drive for killing and  crave  for blood was making it's way into her heart and her former self was vanishing. Of course, the Mikaelson's knew this. They saw how Arabella got used to the spillage of blood, how she never once looked back on a killing, and most of all - her attitude Arabella was still much the same, but was not as naïve nor innocent as she used to be. Jasper was at fault for Arabella's attitude as she began building up walls of solitude. She never let anyone it, thinking letting people was a weakness and she was not as happy as she you to be. Arabella didn't have the same lively expression in her eyes, like she lost it when like she lost her baby. Arabella was devastated when her father killed her and her baby in order to turn her into a vampire - but she never showed how hurt she actually was. The Mikaelson siblings were worried for Arabella's humanity, but she stayed strong and pretended as if Jasper and her unborn baby didn't exist Arabella had only turned her emotions off once - and it was only for a week until Rebekah persuaded Arabella that her humanity was the best thing she had. She walked around with more confidence than she ever had. It wasn't because she looked down on anyone, it was because she was proud of her newfound abilities. Arabella loved the fact she could take down anyone in a split second. She loved that she could do things only a man would be allowed to do.

Arabella was walking down a street, alone, at night when she felt a hand on her shoulder that spun her around quickly.

"Hello," greeted the person who spun her around, it was a man.

"Hello," she replied warily.

"What's your name?" The man asked. He was in his early 20's, obviously drunk, and had a small scar on his forehead. The man wasn't bad looking, it was the fact Arabella swore herself away from men is what set her off.

"Gracella," said Arabella smirking.

"What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl," He murmured, walking closer to Arabella.

"Why thank you, kind sir," Arabella said sweetly with a grin.

The man backed her up to a tree and grinned evilly The man tried kissing Arabella, but she had other things on her mind. Arabella quickly switched positions with the unknown stranger against the tree, and Arabella grinning her infamous grin. The man was too drunk to notice Arabella's fangs popping out of her gums.

"This might hurt a little bit, but please promise me you won't make too much noise?" She asked, and compelled him.

The stranger nodded and Arabella went to kissing the man's neck. He moaned, and Arabella grinned. She then sunk her fangs into the flesh of the unknown stranger and the man stayed quiet but was still struggling to get away from Arabella, who only tightened her hold. She looked up at the stranger and his petrified face.

"W-what are y-y-yo-u?" He questioned, voice shaking in fear.

Arabella grinned. "My name is Arabella, Arabella Mikaelson. It is such a pleasure to meet you."

The man gulped, not drunk anymore, and noticed the familiar name.

"Y-you knew Jasper?" he questioned.

Arabella's smile faltered a bit. "Yes."

The man nodded, not wanting to anger the creature in front of him anymore. Arabella shook her head slightly, and dived back in for more.