[ Her insistence comes from others' safety. And, hers, if it ever came down to it. But, Elena would be the last person to stoop to suicide. Not that she hasn't given her life up for the safety of her friends and loved ones before.

She doesn't. ]

Only that, what I might talk about will be unbelievable, and just as unbelievable as being here - maybe more, which isn't a question. [ She draws her lips together, deciding to start where they left off the night he explained sanctimoniously what he felt. The night she was as. ] His name is Klaus. He was born a witch, to a family of witches. [ She pauses. ] This is actually a long story, but everything matters. I might not be here if it weren't for him. [ Or, his mother. ] Werewolves are older than vampires. We don't know the root of their curse, we thought maybe it was something magic, a curse, but that turned out of be a thousand year ploy for Klaus to eventually get what he wanted. Klaus and his family are the Originals. The first vampires. Their mother used magic to turn them after one of their youngest siblings, [ she recalls ] Henrik, died. Her spell made them immortal, but magic has consequences. To live forever they had to drink blood. They weren't born predators. They were made.