𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 | 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧

CHAPTER TWO

That morning, Elena insisted that Margot take her to the boarding house after Stefan had called them. Damon was the one to answer the door due to the fact that Margot had forgotten her key.

"Hello, Elena. Margot."

"Is Stefan here? He called. Said it was important."

When the man said nothing Margot scoffed before pushing past him, "He's right here, El."

Damon rolled his eyes as Elena walked past, "You gotta let me be dramatic at least once a day, Maggie."

"Will you make me vampcakes?" She asked, a curious expression on her face.

"Yes?"

"Then fine. You get one dramatic moment today."

"Oh goody. This is Rose, the one responsible for kidnapping Elena by the way," He said as he gestured to a brunette woman standing on the opposite side of the room.

"Oh?"

The woman, Rose, awkwardly waves to the girl earning a small smile from Margot and a glare from Elena.

"What's she doing here?"

- - -

"Okay, I only know what I've picked up over the years. And I don't know what's true and what's not true. That's the problem with all of this vampire crap. But Klaus, I know is real," Rose spoke up as she paced through the room.

"Klaus? The hybrid?" Margot questioned earning confused looks from the other occupants.

"How do you know about him?"

"All witches know about him. He's a legend, a fairytale told to children to scare them into eating their vegetables. I used to read about him when I was little. It was the only book I had, 'Klaus Mikaelson. The great evil.' He's a bad guy if he is real."

"Who is he?" Elena asked.

"He's one of the originals. Margot was right when she said he's a legend," Damon answered with the little information he had gathered from Rose that morning.

When Elena stares at him confused Stefan added, "First generation of vampires."

"Like Elijah?"

Rose scoffed, crossing her arms, "No. Elijah is the easter bunny compared to Klaus. He's a foot soldier. Klaus is the real deal."

"Klaus is known to be the oldest."

Elena's eyes widened, "Okay, so you're saying that the oldest vampire in the history of time is coming after me?"

"Yes."

"No."

Elena scoffed while Margot chuckled.

"I mean if what she's saying is true-" Rose cut Damon off, "Which it is."

"And you're not saying it so we don't kill you," Damon continued, "Then we're looking at a solid maybe."

"How reassuring," Margot muttered under her breath, earning a playful glare from Stefan. "Look, Elijah's dead right? No one else even knows that you exist."

"Not that you know of."

"Not helping."

"I've never even met anyone who's laid eyes on him. I mean we're talking centuries of truth mixed with fiction. We don't know what's real. He could be some stupid bedtime story like Margot said."

Rose stood up, "He's real. And he doesn't give up! If he wants something, he gets it. If you're not afraid then you're an idiot."

"Alright, we're shaking. You made your point," Damon said, cutting the woman off after seeing how nervous Elena was getting.