Try {One | Alaric Saltzman}

Katerina

In coming face to face with the woman who kidnapped her sister, Abigail was ill tempered. Rose wanted to help them now, which redeemed her in some weird, twisted way. But the thought still nagged at Abigail, this woman once planned on turning her sister over to be killed.

"Okay, you have to understand I only know what I've picked up over the years and I don't know what's true and what's not true. It's the problem with all this vampire crap." Rose looked around the Salvatore living room, allowing her eyes land on each of them for a long second. "But Klaus, I know he's real."

Damon nodded. "He's one of the Originals, he's a legend."

"Like Elijah?" Abigail asked of the vampire Rose kidnapped Elena for.

"No," Rose responded quickly. "Elijah was the Easter bunny compared to Klaus. He's a foot soldier. Klaus is the real deal."

Stefan tilted his head to the side, delivering what he knew to them as gently as possible, "Klaus is known to be the oldest."

Elena looked at Abigail before facing the rest of the group. She often did, but this time was different. Like there wouldn't be a next time. "Okay, so the oldest vampire in the history of time is coming after me?"

"Yes," Rose said.

"No," Stefan said.

Damon started, "If what she's been saying is true-"

"Which it is," Rose cut Damon off.

"And you're not saying it so I don't kill you-"

"Which I'm not," Rose continued.

"Then we're looking at a solid maybe," Damon finished.

"Look, Elijah's dead, right? Damon killed him." Abigail moved to the edge of her seat. "So, no one else even knows that Elena exists."

"Not that you know of." Rose scoffed. It could have been for a lot of reasons. But Abigail figured it was because she was the one who asked the question when she added, "The world is bigger than Mystic Falls."

Damon looked over his shoulder at her from the bar cart. "That's not helping."

"Look, I've never even met anyone who's laid eyes on him..." Stefan trailed off. "I mean, we're talking centuries of truth mixed with fiction. We don't know if he's real. For all we know he could just be some sort of stupid bedtime story."

"He's real and he doesn't give up. If he wants something, he gets it," Rose persisted. "If you're not afraid of Klaus, then you're an idiot."

"Alright, we're shaking." Damon downed the liquid in his glass before any of them even realized he'd poured his second drink. "You made your point."

It was just a story; a story like all the others. Vampires were closing in on Mystic Falls. On Elena.

Which is why Elena stood up. It was why Abigail followed her. It was why Stefan blocked their path to the door.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"School," Elena chuckled. "We're late."

He stepped toward the study. "Let me grab my stuff, I'll go with you."

"It's okay, Stefan," Abigail said. "We know where it is."

They could see the school through a break in the woods. Caroline was already waiting for them, skeptically staring deeper into the trees with her arms crossed over her chest. The crease between her brows only deepened as they laid out their plan, but she listened without interpreting.

"Just tell everyone we weren't feeling well and went home from school," Abigail concluded.

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this." Caroline shook her head frantically. "I'm a terrible liar."