[ she's not sure why that should bother her, at least not for the reason it does. but it doesn't. there's a pause, and elena breathes again, tells herself it was concern. and it is. she is. would be. concerned. rebekah could hurt him, but elena knows she wouldn't. not today, not now, not after their talk. she tilts her chin up a little with confidence of that.
(elena kissed her too.) ] She's an Original. So is Klaus. They're vampires, the first vampires, over a thousand years old, and he's... he's a hybrid. A werewolf too. That's why he needed my blood, for the ritual. A witch cursed him, bound the werewolf side in him.
Sam. [ she pulls away, one hand near his neck, the other at his shoulder. just enough to look him in the eyes. ] He needs my blood to make more hybrids. He's cruel, and he'll kill everyone I love. [ she looks away for only a moment. while she's straight and serious about klaus, she has however mixed feelings about his sister. ] Rebekah's his sister, and she has a temper.