The Vampire Diaries

"She said her name is Amara, she can speak one of the oldest known dialects of Greek and she was yelling at invisible 'people' that wouldn't leave her alone when I found her in the forest." Leon briefed them.

Klaus frowned deeply.

"Two thousand years old." Vanessa added when Leon spoke about the Greek.

"That would make her older than us, that isn't possible," Klaus replied with a shake of his head.

"I'm the Original." Tatia said quietly, shaking her head. "I'm the Original." she repeated.

"Exactly, there must be some mistake," Klaus frowned, sliding an arm around Tatia's waist gently.

"We can wait until she wakes up and question her. I know the dialect, so I can work as the translator." Leon suggested quietly.

"She's not very good at complying is she though? Hence the reason we had to tie her up and I had to knock her out."

"I managed to get her name out of her, so she doesn't seem to be the worst either." Leon shrugged.

"What if she starts shrieking again?"

"What else do you think we should do?"

"No idea." Vanessa replied honestly.

"So it's our only option, will probably be the best for getting answers too unless we compel her."

"I suppose we could try that," Vanessa nodded.

Leon nodded.

"I think we should still keep her bound though, just in case."

Leon nodded in agreement.

Tatia walked quietly from the room then, Amara's presence unnerving her.

Klaus let out a sigh and followed Tatia out.

"If she's older than me then my entire life is a lie and I have nothing left to my identity!" Tatia whispered, gripping onto the side tightly. "The only solace I took was that I was the Original, they were wearing my face, and I had it before them, I was the Original.... Now I'm no more than a mere doppelganger, a plastic copy..."

"My beautiful wife who is so individual," Klaus finished for her, "No matter how many other people have the same face as you.You are completely individual, how many times have I told you this?" He asked with a sigh sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her into a hug. "None of them have your name, none of them have gone through all of the things you have, made the same mistakes, learnt the same lessons, had the same children and family. None of them are you, none of them share anything with you other than looks, whether this is all true and that girl in there is who it seems she is. You are no plastic copy."

Tatia was silent, simply pressing her face against his neck and taking comfort in him holding her as she tried to come to grips with everything.

"None of them have me wrapped around their finger like you seem to," Klaus added light-heartedly, pressing his lips to the side of her head.

Tatia let out half a sob, half a laugh at that, tightening her grip on him before mumbling. "If anything, it is you that has me wrapped around your finger."

"Don't lie," Klaus whispered, pulling one of the kitchen chairs over and sitting down on it. Pulling her down onto his lap and holding her a little closer.

"We kinda matched before, The Original Petrova and the Original Hybrid...and now we don't." Tatia sighed as she rested her head on his chest. "I'm nothing now, not really. Before I was interesting at least because I was the first one, but if Amira or whatever her name is, is the first then I'm just a doppelganger."

"But then you'd be the doppleganger that is mine, my wife, mother of my children, my best friend even though that is cliche, the one true love of my life." Klaus whispered, "So, not just any doppleganger. Don't put yourself down, Tat, don't you dare. You are perfect."