That was his problem with their lot in a nutshell. He had once had to kill Elena; he had not particularly enjoyed having to do it, no more than he had enjoyed killing Jenna or the she-wolf, but he had done what he had had to do. Now, all he wanted was for her to live a long, happy, fulfilled human life, and he was the bad guy, when Stefan and Damon's continued spats would end up costing her her life.

But what she said next - no, he had not known that, and he frowned. "So..." He smiled, slightly, because now they could not want him or his remaining siblings dead, not if they wanted Caroline, Stefan and Damon to live. Not if they wanted Tyler to live. Not unless they knew who had turned Rose, and who had turned her before that, in which case Elijah, Kol and Rebekkah would not be safe. "You might want to couch the bad news in the good, next time," he suggested, pulling a hand out of his pocket to rub at his nape. "Do you know whose line you're from?"