"There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that's for thoughts." Hamlet - Act 3, Scene 1

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

Abbigail Marie Black was born August 25, 1865 to Jace and Lilian Black. The young girl grew up much like her two older sisters did. She was taken care of by her nursemaid and her mother for the first half of her life and when she was old enough, she started being given lessons by the same Nanny that had taught her sisters. She was a very happy, albeit shy child in her formative years. The young woman remained close to both of her sisters, however it was abundantly clear that she enjoyed Rayvn's presence most of all. This was likely due to the fact that Rayvn paid her the most attention, as well as ensuring that the young woman paid attention to her studies.

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

To say that Abbigail looked up to Rayvn was an understatement. The young woman was like a mother to her, even with their own so constantly in the picture. So much so, that when it came time for her sisters to marry, she had been allowed to be the flower girl. She was proud to do such a thing for the ones she admired so much, but no one could have expected the outcome. When the grooms attacked, along side their parents, little Abbie was caught in the crossfire. She had tried to run, but the child being so near the alter due to her position next to her sister, she didn't get far. Darius caught her rather quickly and the stunned, kicking and screaming child was soon slaughtered like the rest, however that was not the end of the young girl's plight, but only the beginning. When she awoke, she was next to Rayvn, her throat burning with a thirst she had never before known and a mind so shattered, all she could think about was sating it. No one knew what had happened to the young woman, but it wouldn't take long to notice the shift in personality and constant need to sate her hunger.

If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.

Abbigail traveled with Rayvn, Rayne and their sires for about thirty years before Rayvn decided it would be best for her to simply remain at their old family home. The child's appetite and need to toy with her victims was becoming out of hand, so much so that the woman could hardly bare to see her little sister like that. Locked away, hidden from the world, the ten year old remained in the manor, her eldest sister bringing her sustinance on a nightly basis. This went on until the woman decided to split from the group, only then did Abbigail breathe her home's air for the last time before Rayvn took her to America where she continued to keep the child a secret, ensuring her safety and the safety of others by keeping her in her room until she was eventually able to find a way to age the young girl. Now, at 'sixteen', Abbigail's mind was able to repair itself from her previous state, thus giving the young teen the ability to live a semi-normal life while still being closely monitored by her sister. That was, at least until she met Damon at a school party. Her love of books and lore, especially Shakespeare attracted her to the young man and, after he got rid of another kid that was picking on her, the two formed a bond that would later bloom into romance.