Chapitre 49: Rose Tells Them About The Originals
The group sat in the Salvatore boarding house, the atmosphere tense. Rose paced the room, her face a mix of fear and frustration, while Elena sat on the couch between Stefan and Damon, still trying to make sense of everything.
"You don't get it," Rose said, her voice sharp. "There's no way out of this. Elena's blood is what they want, and the Originals always get what they want."
Damon leaned forward, his arms resting on his knees. "Yeah, well, that's not going to happen," he said firmly. "Nobody's handing her over."
Rose turned on him, her eyes blazing. "You're an idiot if you think you can stop them. Do you even understand what you're up against? This isn't some vampire with a grudge. It's the Original Family. They're older, stronger, and more dangerous than anything you've ever faced."
Elena swallowed hard, her voice shaking as she spoke. "If they're so unstoppable, how did Katherine escape them?"
At that, Rose stopped pacing and turned to glare at her. "Escape?" she said bitterly. "Is that what you think she did?" She shook her head, laughing without humor. "Katerina's been running for centuries. You think that's freedom? Do you have any idea what price she paid when she thought she could outsmart them?"
Stefan frowned, leaning back slightly. "What price?" he asked carefully, his voice low.
Rose's expression darkened. She stared at each of them in turn, her voice quiet but heavy. "Her entire family. Every single one of them. Slaughtered. Because she thought she could run from them."
The room fell silent, the weight of her words settling over them like a heavy cloud. Elena's stomach twisted, and she could feel the blood draining from her face. Damon, for once, didn't have a sarcastic remark. Even Stefan seemed shaken.
Rose crossed her arms, her tone colder now. "So go ahead," she said, her eyes fixed on Elena. "Test the Originals. See what happens. Hell, why not let one of these two turn you? Then you can watch as Mystic Falls burns to the ground. Because that's exactly what will happen."
Elena shook her head, her voice trembling. "I don't want that. I don't want anyone else to get hurt because of me."
Rose scoffed. "Then stop pretending you have a choice. You're the doppelgänger. Your blood is all that matters to them. There's no hiding, no running, no fighting back. The sooner you accept that, the better."
Damon stood, his jaw tight, and pointed at Rose. "You're wrong," he said firmly. "We've beaten the odds before, and we'll do it again. Elena's not going anywhere."
Rose threw her hands up, exasperated. "You don't get it, do you? You're not dealing with odds. You're dealing with inevitability. Ivar Mikaelson is already here. Do you have any idea who that is? What he is?"
Stefan stood as well, his voice calm but steady. "Then help us," he said, looking at Rose. "Tell us what we're up against, what we can do."
Rose let out a long breath, her anger fading into something closer to pity. "There's nothing you can do," she said softly. "But if you're so determined to get yourselves killed, I'll tell you what you're up against."
She glanced at Elena. "I just hope you're ready to live with the consequences."
Rose paced the room, her expression a mix of frustration and resignation. "The Originals," she began, her tone grim, "are the first vampires. The beginning of all of this. Every vampire in existence traces back to them. They can't be killed. Stakes won't work, sunlight won't work, nothing works. They're faster, stronger, and smarter than anyone you've ever faced."
Elena leaned forward, her voice trembling. "But Katherine... she survived. How? She's still alive, isn't she?"
Rose stopped pacing and turned to face her, her eyes narrowing. "Alive, sure. But at what cost?" She stepped closer to Elena, her voice colder now. "Katerina Petrova has spent centuries running. Always looking over her shoulder, never staying in one place for long. And every person she's ever loved? Dead. Because she thought she could outsmart them. The Originals don't just forgive and forget."
Stefan exchanged a worried glance with Damon. "So, Katherine's family…" he began, his voice hesitant.
"Massacred," Rose said bluntly, cutting him off. "Every last one of them. Because she ran. That's what the Originals do. You cross them, and they destroy everything you care about."
Elena sat back, the weight of Rose's words sinking in. "But if she's been running for so long, how did they not catch her?" she asked quietly.
Rose's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Do you think they care if it takes centuries? They're immortal. Time means nothing to them. And Katerina has been lucky. But you?" She pointed at Elena, her tone sharp. "You don't have the luxury of running. Not with Ivar involved."
Damon frowned, crossing his arms. "Ivar. You keep saying his name like he's worse than the rest of them. What makes him so special?"
Rose let out a hollow laugh. "Special? Ivar is their God. The others might play games or hold grudges, but not him. He doesn't lose, Damon. Ever. And now he's here because of her." She pointed at Elena again, her expression grim. "You think you can fight him? Outsmart him? No one ever has."
Elena felt her chest tighten, fear gripping her. "So, what do we do? Just hand me over?"
"That's the smart thing to do," Rose snapped. "But you won't, will you? You're all too stubborn to see reason. So, fine. Fight him. Test your luck. But don't say I didn't warn you when this town ends up in ashes."
Damon stepped forward, his expression hard. "That's not going to happen. We'll find a way to protect Elena."
Rose shook her head, her frustration boiling over. "You don't get it, Damon. This isn't about protecting her. It's about survival. Yours, hers, everyone's. You're not heroes. You're just the next names on Ivar's list."
Stefan placed a hand on Elena's shoulder, his voice calm but firm. "We're not giving up on you, Elena. We'll figure this out. Together."
Rose scoffed, throwing her hands in the air. "You're all delusional," she muttered. "But fine. Do what you want. Just don't expect me to stick around when things go south. I'm not dying for your stupidity."
She grabbed her coat and headed for the door, pausing to look back at them one last time. "Good luck. You'll need it." Then, without another word, she was gone.
The room fell silent, the weight of her words lingering in the air. Elena looked at Stefan, then Damon, her voice barely above a whisper. "What are we going to do?"
Damon sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Whatever it takes," he said, his voice hard. "We're not losing you, Elena. Not to him. Not to anyone."
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