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Chapter 11

"Rose tell me that you're lying." I pleaded. Rose shook her head. Stefan stepped out of the room, holding his phone to his ear. I sped over to rose, pinning her to the wall. "DAMNIT ROSE TELL ME THAT YOURE LYING!"
"I'm not! Stefan get her off of me!" Rose shouted.
"I'm not some uncontrollable freak monster." I said, pushing myself off of rose.
"No? All of you Mikealsons are uncontrollable monsters."
"You're dealing with a hybrid. Watch. Your. Words." I said to rose. She looked at me, a daring look in her eyes.
"You are not powerful." Rose said. I didn't notice Elena and Stefan walking in the room. "You're a weak little girl who left the rest of her family at the unmerciful hands of Klaus!" Rose said pushing me.
"Rose no." Stefan said.
"What the hell did you just say to me?" I asked Rose.
"You know exactly what I told you. You're weak." Rose said, spitting at me.
"Insidniea." I said as every candle in the Salvatore Boarding house lit, flames rising higher then your average candle. The fireplace erupted in a vengeful roar of yellow and orange flames.
"Get behind me elena." Damon said, as Stefan stood in front of both of them. Rose ran as I used my Magic to produce a high frequency sound that would only Affect rose. Rose falls to the floor. I raise the frequency, making her ears bleed.
"Iris. Stop." Stefan said. He must have said it about a thousand times. Before I realized that Rose was close to death. I felt the rush of power leave my veins. I looked to Elena, who was staring at me in fear.
"Don't fuck with me, or that will be you." I said to everyone in the room. "But next time.. I won't stop." Rose stood up, her blood healing her.
"Bitch." Rose said. "Okay. You have to understand that what I know is what I've picked up over the years. I don't know what's true, and what's untrue. But I know one thing. I know what Klaus is real."
"Who is he?" Elena asked. I stayed silent. I felt Damon's cold hard stare. If looks could kill.
"He's an original. One of the six." Damon said. "He's a legend."
"He's part of the Original Family. The first generation of vampires. The oldest ones." Stefan said.
"So he's like Elijah." Elena asked. I scoffed, looking right at her.
"Elijah is the Easter bunny compared to Klaus." I said to Elena.
"So you're saying the oldest vampire of all time is coming after me?" Elena asked.
"He's not just after you." I said to her. "He's after me too."
"Why would he be coming after you?" Elena asked me.
"Well, like Damon said, Klaus Mikealson is one of the six originals." I said to Elena. "But then there is Elijah, Finn, Kol, Rebekah, and Ivanka."
"That's great, but it doesn't answer my question." Elena said.
          "Do you not remember the car ride from us saving you? Elena my name is Ivanka Mikealson. It's not hard to put the pieces together."
      "Didn't have to be a bitch about it." Damon mumbles.
      "You're on thin ice Salvatore." I say to him. He puts his hands up defensively.
          "Look Elij-." Stefan said before I cut him off.
         "Please don't say his name."  I said to Stefan. He looked at me with sympathy.
         "He... is dead.. and that means that there isn't anyone who knows about you."
        "I do." I said simply. Everyone looks at me.
        "You're not helping." Damon said.
       "Look, 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 if he's real. For all we know he could just be some sort of stupid bed time story." Stefan said. I started to laugh.
       "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." I said with a shaky breath.
      "We are shaking. You made your point." Damon said. Elena stood up, brushing her sweaty palms onto her pants.
        "Where are you going?" Stefan asked.
       "School." She said. Damon offered it to with her, but she declined his offer.
       "Rose you should leave." I said to her. She smiled.
      "No can do." Damon said.
       "Great. Now I'm rooming with a bitch, and the man who killed my brother." I said mumbling, walking away.

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      The sun was setting, and I stayed in my room pretty much all day, mourning my brothers death. Elijah was my best friend, the only brother that actually truly loved me. Life without him was hell, but now? Now I have a full eternity without him. Wait. The stake.
     "Can I come in?" Stefan asked me.  I looked up at him and nodded. He sighed and sat on my bed. "You went out of control today."
        "Klaus makes me that way." I said to Stefan.
       "Is he actually real? A wolf-vampire Hybrid?"
       "Am I real?" I asked Stefan. He chuckled. He nodded.
        "That answers my question." He said. I looked at him, and I leaned into him, giving him a hug.
       "What kind of stake did you use?" I asked him.
       "I didn't stake him. Damon did." Stefan said. I stood up, breaking the embrace, walking to the common area where I see Damon drinking bourbon and blood.
       "Hey, Damon I have a question."
       "Your voice is annoying." Damon said to me.
       "You killed her brother, the least you could do is answer her question."  Stefan said. I smiled at him.
       "This, Stefan, is why you're my favorite Salvatore brother." I said.
       "Get on with it so I can go back to moping." Damon said. I rolled my eyes.
        "What type of stake did you use when you killed Elijah?" I asked. Damon looked at me, like I was asking a stupid question.
       "It's this lovely thing called a chair leg." Damon said. "Are we done here?" My face fell, my stomach dropping.
        "Blondie you good?" Damon asked.
        "Iris?" Stefan asked. I couldn't move, my body felt stuck. I don't know if I should be scared or excited. I know my brother will be angry with me, and that he will try to kill Stefan. But he's alive. "Iris it's okay." Stefan said to me, looking me in the eyes. My phone started to ring. An unknown number. I look at Stefan, bringing my shaking hand to my face, my phone next to my ear.
         "Hello sister. Miss me?" Elijahs voice asked me. He was pissed. And it was towards me. Stefan looked at me, Damon closed his book. "Who is it?" Stefan mouthed to me.
         "Hello Elijah." The words spilled out of my mouth, making Damon stand up fast. Stefan brought a hand to his face. I felt the tears streaming down my face. "You're alive."
       "Don't act surprised. Don't act thrilled either."
       "You're my bother. Elijah I love you so much. Of course I'm thrilled."
        "You're friends are the ones who tried to kill me, but idiotically failed."
       "Trust me, he's definitely not my friend." I said.
        "Don't think I'm a fool sister. I know that his brother is more then your friend. Remember the day you woke me from my centuries long nap? I surly do."
          "Stefan didn't do anything Eli."
          "No but Damon did. And I would have no problem killing him, but knowing his brothers loyalty Stefan would do anything to protect Damon. And I honor that, but I won't hesitate to kill him if he so happens to get in my way." Stefan will get in Elijahs way. He would do anything to protect Damon. Even if it meant killing himself. He would. He will.
     "You will not touch them Elijah. I'll kill you myself."
     "So you're willing to betray your flesh and blood? You're willing to betray your family?"
     "You and I both know what we are the only loyal people in our family. The only people who are not insane, or in a casket."
      "Sister. I'll kill you myself if need be, but first I'll make you watch Stefan and Damon die."
        "Touch the Salvatore brothers, and I burn you alive."  I said before I hung up. I wiped the tears from my eyes walking over to the bourbon tray.
       "What was that?" Stefan asked.
       "Don't act like you didn't listen in." I said. "Both of you."
        "It sounds like you just traded your loyalty from your brother to us." Damon said.
        "I did. And I mean what I said." I said to Damon. "If he touches either you or Stefan I'll kill him." I grabbed a bottle of Damon's expensive bourbon, opening it, taking a sip.
        "Under different circumstances I would tell you to put it back." Damon said. I rolled my eyes.
        "I'm going to bed." I said. I could hear Stefans footsteps trailing behind. "Don't."