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Isabella was taken aback when she went downstairs for her morning coffee and saw Rose on the couch. Rose had shown up unexpectedly, offering to help and willing to share everything she knew about the sacrifice and Klaus himself. Isabella was unsure whether to trust her, but given their extremely limited information on Klaus, they had no other option but to consider Rose's offer.
"Okay. I only know what I've picked up over the years." Rose declared as she stood in front of the four supernatural creatures. "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."
"Who is he?" Elena suddenly asked, her arms folded across her chest as she sat beside Isabella. Isabella scooted a bit to the other side, creating some distance between them.
"He's one of the Originals," Damon's voice cut through the tension, drawing everyone's attention. "He's a legend."
"From the first generation of vampires." Stefan continued on from Damon's vague explanation.
"Like Elijah, the guy that tried to take us?" Isabella asked, her gaze flickering between Elena and Rose, who stood with a resigned expression.
"No," Rose exasperatedly sighed. "Elijah was the Easter Bunny compared to Klaus. He's a foot soldier. Klaus is the real deal."
Stefan turned his eyes to Elena, who seemed utterly terrified. "Klaus is known to be the oldest."
"Okay. So, you're saying that the oldest vampire in the history of time is coming after me?" Elena scoffed in disbelief, her fear masked by a veneer of skepticism.
"No," Stefan said firmly.
"Yes," Rose countered immediately.
Damon furrowed his brows at the two completely different responses from Stefan and Rose. "What they're saying is... I mean, if what she's saying is true—and you're not just saying this so we don't kill you—then, we're looking at a solid maybe."
"No. But, wait," Isabella spoke up quickly, noticing Elena's face fall. "If we killed Elijah yesterday, then nobody else knows the doppelganger exists."
"Not that you know of," Rose interjected, earning a glare from Isabella.
"That's not helping," Damon snapped, his patience wearing thin.
"Look, I've never even met anyone who's laid eyes on him," Stefan said, lifting himself up and sitting down on the other side of Elena. "I mean, we're talking centuries of truth mixed with fiction. We don't know what's real. For all we know, he could just be some stupid bedtime story."
"He's real. And he doesn't give up. If he wants something, he gets it. If you're not afraid of Klaus, then you're an idiot," Rose warned, her voice carrying the weight of her experiences.
