Okay, please don't get mad, but yes...this is yet another story that I shouldn't be writing...UGH!

I know that you guys are probably wanting me to update all my other stories, but in doing that, I also find so many ideas for new stories. Usually, they're not good, but once in a while, I think of really good ones that might work and I have to write them down.

As for this story, I've been wanting to write about another Gilbert daughter for SOOOO long, and now I'm about to!

I do not own the Vampire Diaries or The Originals (should I chose to continue this story into theirs). I only own Luna and any change I bring to the show's plotline.

I hope you enjoy!

Elena Glibert stood in front of her family, wishing so desperately that they were standing across from her instead of six feet under ground.

Two new graves had been buried, the dirt on their graves signaling just where they now lie. Behind the emotionally unstable girl was her brother, Jeremy, who couldn't possibly believe that he lost two more family members in one night again. He didn't think he would have to experience that pain ever again. And he knew that he was the one that had to be strong now, not Elena, not Jenna, him.

Behind him was Jenna Sommers's boyfriend, Alaric Saltzman, the history teacher by day, vampire hunter/friend by night. He had also lost someone so dear to him that his heart began to harden once again. He lost Isobel. Twice. And now he lost Jenna, a woman that he had begun to love only for her to be taken away from him by that god damned hybrid. He held back his tears for the same reason everyone else did. They needed to be strong for the young girl who was coming undone in front of them, squatting in front of her family as she planted roses on each grave.

Stefan and Damon Salvatore, the ones that had originally brought all of this supernatural nonsense into Elena Gilbert's life. They both couldn't help but feel useless to help the girl that they both effortlessly loved. They knew that history was repeating itself once again, but they didn't seem to care, because Elena Gilbert was definitely not Katherine Pierce. She would not turn into a heartless person because of what she went through.

And then behind them stood the support of Elena's closest friends, Caroline Forbes and Bonnie Bennett. They stood silently, a pillar for Elena and Jermey, two kids that had lost too much even to the small group's standards. They had all lost someone, yet it seemed that the Gilbert's lost the most. In more ways than one.

It was silent except for Elena's sobs, so when the three vampires of the group heard footsteps coming their way, they were instantly on alert. Stefan, Damon, and Caroline whirled around only to see a sight that Caroline strongly reacted to.

She was struck silent, which was a hard thing to do to the bubbly blonde. But before any of them could say anything, one of the girls in front of them spoke almost shyly.

"Elena?" She asked, her voice painstakingly vulnerable.

Elena's eyes widened and she stood, turning with everyone else to see...

Luna Gilbert stood just a few feet away, her hazel eyes a sea green now that she had cried so much. Her eyes were red and puffy and she stood in a long and very loose black dress that reached to the ground, shielding her black flats. Her strawberry blonde hair that she had inherited from Jenna stood out like a familiar beacon to all of them, even those that didn't recognize her. Her skin was pale, paler than her siblings by a long shot. She was pretty tall, being 17 years of age, her fraternal twin standing right across from her.

The second woman was more put together. She had been crying by the slight streaks on her face, but not to the point of Elena or Luna Gilbert. Her hair was in a tight bun at the top of her head and she was in a respectful and professional black dress that reached to below her knees, showing off her black heels that were rather tall. Her eyes were completely locked on Luna and nothing else, taking in her movements with calculation.

Elena and Jeremy stood there in complete disbelief at the girl across from them. After a moment, Elena finally managed to whisper in a chocking voice, "Luna?"

The younger twin smiled slightly at Elena, her fingers fiddling below her stomach like they almost always did. You never saw Luna Gilbert being perfectly still. Ever.

But that smiled disappeared almost instantly as her hazel eyes flickered to the two graves that were just recently buried. Caroline and Bonnie watched their old friend try to hold back the tears that just pushed past her defenses with cautious pity. They didn't know what the girl would do.

Alaric, Stefan, and Damon looked around, having no idea what was going on.

"Is it true?" Luna asked, looking directly at Elena, her eyes flickering to Jeremy once in a while. But before they could answer, she amended her question. "Is it real?"

That was the question Luna Gilbert asked herself on a daily basis. 'Is it real?'

Having been diagnosed with childhood schizophrenia at such a young age, Luna never got to grow up with her siblings after...after the incident. She missed them so much, even with their monthly visits, and she was sure that with her somewhat perfect record for the past few months and the fact that her aunt and uncle just died, she might be able to stay with her remaining family for a while.

But those thoughts didn't lessen the pain of losing the two adults in her life so soon after her parents death. But this time, she was determined to hold it together. She had to. She needed to. For her family.

Once Luna uttered those words, Elena's face completely fell and she ran to her sister, despite being in heels. Luna, taking the actions as a sign that it was in fact real, burst into tears and took a few staggering steps forward to meet Elena in a bone-crushing hug, as if they only had each other to hang onto. It had been so long since Luna had hugged her sister and she could not stop the tears from flowing even more, so grateful to have someone else in such a painful situation. God, it was just so...so agonizing to the younger twin that seemed to feel everything so much more than anyone else.

Her emotions, because of her schizophrenia, were very strong. Her highs were incredible, as if she was flying through so many beautiful colors, but the same worked for the reverse. Her lows were so much that she would disappear for days in the darkness, not having the strength to return to the in-between state that was just right.

And right now, she was teetering into that darkness that would welcome her with open arms. She was just on the edge, and she had to fight against herself so much, so very much, so that she could somehow show support to her family that needed her just as much as she needed them.

Not soon after the two embraced, they felt another pair of arms engulf them and opened their arms to welcome their little brother, who had finally let a few tears fall to show just a fraction of the turmoil he felt inside.

"Who is she?" Damon asked his brother, but Stefan just shrugged, having as much of a clue as his brother did.

Caroline, hearing the quiet exchanged, leaned in to explain, "That's Luna Gilbert, Elena's fraternal twin."

Both brothers were shocked with obvious reasons. For as long as they had known Elena, she nor her brother had ever mentioned a word of another Giobert. Not even Jenna ever said anything. They had never seen photos in the house, never felt an empty space that was missing. The had experienced nothing to explain why Luna Gilbert was kept a secret for so long.

They were completely flabbergasted as they watched the siblings hug fiercely, sharing the grief that they all felt with each other, the woman that had appeared with Luna watching them all very carefully.

VD

"What do you mean a twin?"

Alaric was asking the question that both Stefan and Damon wanted an answer to. They had left the cemetery in confusion as the girl that had brought Luna Gilbert here went to a seperate room to speak with the siblings.

"I have no idea," Stefan said, completely confused.

"Why don't we ask Barbie over here?" Damon asked, turning to Caroline with his everlasting sarcasm.

Caroline huffed at the nickname but answered anyway, Bonnie standing next to her to account for whatever she said. "Luna Gilbert is Elena's younger twin-"

"But is that even possible?" Stefan interrupted, much to Caroline's frustration. "Has there ever been a doppelgänger twin before?"

The room went silent, none of the others having hought of of it from that point. Caroline and Bonnie exchanged worried glances, wondering if Elena's status in that supernatural world would somehow affect the younger twin.

"Well, Luna is different," Caroline said with a double meaning. "She was diagnosed with schizophrenia at age 5, which is like super rare-"

"Get on with it Blondie," Damon interrupted, receiving a glare from the baby vamp that he only smiled in response to.

"As I was saying," she continued, hating that she kept getting interrupted. "Luna had childhood schizophrenia, which I think means that she basically has imaginary friends?"

Bonnie nodded her head and spoke up. "Yea, it was like things that only she could see and hear," she explained.

"So why haven't we heard of Little Miss Luna since we've arrived in town?" Damon asked, ignoring the sudden pain from the werewolf bite he was trying to hide.

Bonnie took a deep breath and, after an encouraging look from her friend, continued. "Well, there was...an incident."

"What do you mean 'an incident?'" Alaric asked nervously.

Caroline sighed and took over. "Basically, a few years back, Luna harmed another person because of her schizophrenia and was admitted into the nearest mental hospital, which just so happened to be a few towns over," she explained. "Ever since then, the Gilberts visited Luna every month but couldn't have her stay in their house again until she was able to have a level of control over her disease."

The others took a moment to look over the information they were being given. So there was another Gilbert daughter, Elena's twin in fact, and she had a disease that nobody in her family has ever had. The sudden realization that Luna was most likely Isobel's daughter as well surprised Ric even more than before.

Damon, at that point, began listening in to the conversation being held between Elena, Jeremy, Luna and the woman who was apparently named Maggie, in the other room.

"So what do we have to do to keep Luna in the house with us indefinitely?" He heard Elena's voice ask with hope coating the words.

"Well," Maggie began. "It all depends on how Luna does for this next month. If she does well, then maybe, just maybe...she might be able to stay for a while longer. But everything depends on her health."

He heard the excited breathing from Elena and Jeremy, the siblings obviously going to try to do everything they could to keep Luna here at home.

"Then we'll see what happens this month," Elena ended with determination. Damon heard the other continue a few words with Maggie expressing how sorry she was for the Gilberts's loss. He then turned away from the conversation, feeling another shot of pain from the bite that refused to heal along with a sudden vial of hunger running through his veins.

"Damon?" He heard Alaric ask and he turned to look at the history teacher that was staring at him with concern. "Is everything alright?"

He wanted to tell him everything. From the bite on his arms to how scared he was of dying, for real this time. He wanted to tell someone. But he knew it would be in their best interests if they didn't know until it was too late.

After a moment, he shrugged carelessly. "Doing just peachy, Ric," he replies, heading to the front door. "But I'll think I'll be escaping the Gilbert family drama for the day," he finished.

Stefan watched his brother leave with a frown on his face, showing just how worried he was about Damon's strange behavior.

VD

Luna looked around the very outdated room.

She hadn't been in the bedroom since she was 10 years old, which was about 7 years ago now that she really thought about it. Wow, she really had been gone for a long time.

The bed was still the vibrant purple, almost violet, color that she still loved to this day. Her walls were a light blue, which you would've thought might've clashed with her violet bedspread, but it did no such thing. Her bag that she had brought from the Medical Institution of Diamonback, a tiny town that was about 3 hours away from Mystic Falls, fell to the floor with a thump. Her white painted desk sat in the corner with her multiple sketches scattered here and there, colored pencils in the exact same spot she had left it in, not even a hair out of place.

Her bedside table still held her very immature unicorn lamp that she had obsessed over when she had gotten it for her 7th birthday. She still thought that it reminded her of one of her imaginary friends, a small unicorn by the name of "400."

You might be wondering, "Why a number as a name?" Well, being schizophrenic, Luna had a very unique quirk about numbers. Most people with schizophrenia at such a young age do. It was a fact of the disease that showed itself in many different ways depending on the person.

Right now, she was grateful that her imaginary friends were quiet in her time of grieving. If she had to deal with them right now... She didn't think she could handle it if she's being perfectly honest with you.

The bookshelf that leaned against one of the walls was still filled with the books she read as a child and the sketchbooks that she had filled up, drawing the physical appearances of her friends that nobody else seemed to see.

She quietly walked across the room, the room that would be hers for the next month because of some persuasion of Maggie on her part. The old woman could never say no to Luna's begging in such a horrible time of her life.

The bed dipped under her weight as she heard someone lightly knocking at her door.

Elena stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame and looking at her with an almost fear that Luna would disappear the moment she looked away. Luna couldn't blame her though. Her admittance into the hospital had been very sudden.

Luna couldn't stop the sad reminders of what their relationship used to be. The two twin girls had been closer than anyone, having fights once in a while but never for long. They used to laugh at the people that were confused of their closeness, as if they shared a secret that nobody else knew, that nobody would ever know. They would collect rocks from the grass in their backyard whenever they had the time to. They would watch cartoons for hours and laugh mindlessly.

But that was before Luna's schizophrenia had gotten the better of her. She was diagnosed when she was 5 years old, which was extremely rare with this specific disease. For the longest time, she thought that her imaginary friends were actually real, and that everyone could see them. It confused her to no extent when her parents began telling her otherwise.

"The incident" happened when she was 10. She was at school, in lunch to be specific, and one of her meaner friends who she called Knixen, because of his strange resemblance of a reindeer though he seemed to be a dog, had begun whispering dark evils into her ear about the kid sitting across from her. He kept telling her to just do what he was asking her. Grab the fork. Lunge across the divider. Grab. Lunge.

Being only 10 years old, Luna was used to listening when people told her what to do. So she did. She listened. She grabbed the fork from her lunch tray, lunged across the table, and stabbed the kid, she remembers his name being Peter, right in the eyes. He had to go to the emergency room, and she had to see a doctor about what they would do for her illness that seemed to be just getting worse.

Her parents had to make a very hard decision in those next couple of days, and she would forever be grateful. Luna, though holding resentment toward her parents for som time, had gotten better in her time away. The only drawback was that she felt a bit isolated from everything now that she was back.

"Hey," Elena said, breaking Luna out of her memories from the past. Luna's leg began subtly bouncing up and down, as she always had to be moving, no matter what. It was another one of her quirks from the disease. "How you holding up?" She asked.

Luna took a little bit to reply. "It's strange," she finally said to her twin. "I'm back, but it seems that so many things have changed since I've gone."

Elena couldn't help but silently agree, especially with the last few months that had gone by. The supernatural drama though, she wanted to try to keep a secret from Luna, even if it might not work. Not that Elena would have a hard time keeping Luna out of it, no. But it was the fact that Elena could never lie successfully to her sister before. Everytime she tried, she always got called out on it.

"Yea, I know," Elena finally said, entering the room that she hadn't stepped foot in for 7 years. It still looked the same, but now Elena was so much older, and everything seemed so much simpler when she entered the room, as if she could transport back to when she was only 10 years old and her sister still lived with her.

They entered a comfortable silence when a sudden sickness entered her stomach. Luna suddenly had a bad feeling of whatever was going to come up soon. And just as that thought registered, one of her friends, a cat shaped like the number seven named Ezra, appeared.

"The darkness is cominggg," the cat purred against her right arm, which shifted just bit so that the cat could squeeze through her arm and her side.

Luna couldn't help but agree with the cat.

Okay guys, there's the first chapter of this story!

I know it's a bit different, so I really need some reviews to tell me what you guys think. By the way! I will be updating this as a crossover between the Vampire Diaries and The Originals because I think that the story will continue with the Originals in New Orleans as things go along.

Pleasssseeeeeee review and thanks for reading!