Damon felt like absolute shit. Dizzy, disoriented and nauseous like nobody's business, he crawled out of bed and made his way down to the only place he could think of. The place where he kept the bourbon. There, in the den he found his brother lying unconscious on the floor with his neck turned awkwardly. Clearly broken.

"Again...tchh!"

Stefan needed to seriously up his game. There was no reason anyone should get the jump on a hundred sixty year old vampire so often. Especially not in one day. Wobbling on his feet, Damon plopped down on the sofa and watched his brother.

Wait wasn't somebody here?

The scent of human blood on his own lips caused the vampire to blink. He'd had a snack. Hadn't he? At the thought his fangs dropped. He was so thirsty and nauseous at the same time.

I've been here before.

A month ago. The night Klaus had broken his curse. The night Tyler Lockwood had bitten him. Memories of the day's events slowly began to penetrate his haze and he recalled when the hybrid himself had torn into his throat. Klaus had bitten him in the caves. Before taking Bonnie and...

"Oh shit."

He rolled on his side and coughed up blood all over the carpet. Well the worst had happened. For starters, it was pretty clear Klaus wouldn't be giving him the antidote to his own bite. Especially while he was in the midst of his bitchy wolfheat. The horny dog was probably getting in another round with his new mate right now.

Which brought Damon to the next dilemma. Bonnie. He'd heard them in the cave. He knew what they'd done. Contrary to what he and Stefan had feared, Klaus hadn't forced himself on her. She'd consented to the hybrid and made that consent pretty clear if he recalled the noises. They'd mated. He knew enough about wolves to know they mated for life so there would be no going back for the witch.

What the hell to do now?

His vampiric hearing picked up some movement from the cellar stairs. Damon tried to sit up as he saw Matt Donavan appear in the doorway.

"What did you do to Stefan?" the teen immediately accused.

Damon glared the best he could. He was feeling weak now. He hated being at such a disadvantage in front of a human. Especially Donavan.

Maybe if I have a sip, I'll feel a little stronger.

"You really think I'd attack my own brother?" he snapped defensively.

Donavan gave him a skeptical look.

Okay, he would and had plenty of times before but he'd had good reason.

"I didn't do anything. I found him like this."

The teen dropped to his knees trying to rouse Stefan.

"We have trouble! Some witch ghost is after Bonnie!"

Damon managed to sit up.

"What?"

Everything was swirling. Matt was speaking frantically, shaking Stefan's body but all he was able to make out was one name. Greta.

"Didn't I kill her?"

Matt glared over at him and said some more angry words but his image began to bleed into a memory.

It was dark, Elena and Jenna surrounded by flames. Jenna's body a corpse. Jewels dead as well. Elena unmoving on the ground. Stefan staked in the back beside her. A slender witch of cafe a lait complexion and mildly curly hair wearing a look of sheer worship as she watched his blond enemy in the distance.

"I can feel it..." the Original was saying.

He was waiting for the signal. For Bonnie to start the spell. Latin words sounded and Klaus was flung off by the power of the Bennett witch. Before Klaus's witch--Greta could retaliate Damon creeped up from behind and snapped her pretty little neck.

"...hadn't killed me in the first place. This is all your fault!"

Damon blinked before he felt his throat convulse and more blood spewed out.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Matt's eyes widened.

There was no use trying to hide it.

"Klaus...bit me."

He missed the teen's reaction as he became preoccupied in a fit of coughing. Once it passed, he found Stefan placed in the chair and the human returning to the room with a blood bag.

"What are you doing?"

The blond didn't look at him.

"Last time we were in this room you drained me you prick. I'm not taking any chances."

Damon was confused. The wolf venom must be eating at his brain.

"Wait...what?"

The quarterback tossed the bag to him, keeping his distance.

"You just stay over there, Damon."

The blood was barely room temperature. Gross. No self-respecting vampire would drink that! Damon started to say as much when the doorbell rang. He and Matt exchanged expressions.

"You expecting anybody?" the blond asked.

Damon shook his head.

"What about Stefan?"

He shrugged. How the hell should he know? Although to be honest, his broody baby brother was the last person to invite anyone over. Other than Elena anyway.

Shit!

"Don't answer!" he warned when the human started to stand.

If it was Elena then she'd want to come in. She'd see the state of he and Stefan and try to get involved.

But Matt had already left the room. Damnit!

He heard the door open and a pause. No greetings exchanged.

"Hello?" Donavan called out.

"Anybody there?"

After a few moments he heard the door shut. Damon felt a slight breeze before the human returned.

"That was weird. Nobody was there."

0_0

Klaus didn't have spare women's clothing so Bonnie had to settle for one of his sleeveless tanks and an ill-fitting pair of jogging pants. Though he wasn't a bulky man in the least, his pants still hung off her hips, baggy on her shorter feminine frame. Since she'd never seen the Original in anything close to joggers she couldn't help but to gape.

"For emergency shifts," he answered her inquiring eyes as he dropped his sheet and quickly dressed.

Bonnie noticed he hadn't bothered with underwear. Did he always go commando or was he just in that much of a rush?

"A spirit can only last but so long without a host so we can assume Greta has already found another," Klaus said as he made his way to her grimoire.

They'd retrieved it before heading back to the cabin. Now it sat on the bed ready to be utilized. Readjusting the drawstring on her pants, Bonnie followed and took a seat beside him by the book. It should have bothered her that he'd already opened it. This book had belonged to her Grams, passed down from her great-grandmother and so on. It was a sacred book of Bennett matriarchs, never meant to be handled by anyone other than a Bennett witch. Especially not a vampire/werewolf hybrid who'd once sought to kill a Bennett witch.

But oddly it didn't.

"Exorcism will work if she's already in a host," Bonnie noted, thumbing through the index.

"But we need to be able to tell. I should have sensed her inside of Caroline before she attacked. Part of my gift is to feel supernatural presences."

"Don't blame yourself, Love. Esther and Greta have been practicing magic all their lives. They would know ways around the gifts of a medium. Caroline is a vampire. She's already a supernatural being."

She glanced up from the book to him.

"That bitch. She used Caroline's supernatural presence to hide her own!"

He nodded grimly.

"Don't underestimate Greta. There's a reason I chose her to help me break my curse. She may not have her magic now but she's just as ruthless. She won't accept failure."

Bonnie felt a savage determination at the challenge.

"Well neither will I."

They went back to the book, searching for any other spell that could help. After more thought it suddenly dawned on her; if Greta was using supernatural hosts then why not use the most powerful host available?

"What's stopping her from possessing you?" she suddenly blurted.

"I mean she could take you, make you kill me and force you to watch it happen like Caroline had to watch. Sounds twisted enough for her."

Bonnie knew she herself couldn't be overtaken on account of her own magic. A spirit couldn't enter a witch without that witch's permission. Though there were ways around that such as direct blood links (like family members) or wearing cursed objects. But Greta wasn't family and at Bonnie's level she could easily sense magic in any object.

"Now you underestimate me," Klaus responded, turning the page.

"How? Because you're an Original? You do know that the same magic that created you runs through all vampires. And clearly vampires can be possessed."

The hybrid was unworried.

"I'm not just a vampire, Love."

He had a point but regardless that would have no effect on his ability to be possessed.

"Your body may be an Original but you started off just as mortal as everybody else. Without the vampirism you were just a normal wolf like Tyler. And wolves can also be possessed."

She could tell he didn't care for the comparison but it was true. She wouldn't apologize. Klaus shook his head.

"You forget, Love. The mother who bore me and created this curse was a witch herself. So no I was never quite like your little friend. If anything I was complicated even in my human years."

She stared, understanding sinking in. If Klaus's mother was a witch then...

"If you had never become a vampire you would have been a witch."

Or a witch/wolf hybrid if he ever took a life. Was that even possible?

He shrugged as if it were no big deal.

"I never practiced if that's what you mean. What my mother did was her own thing. She'd give me an herbal dressing from time to time when--" his eyes darkened briefly-- "when I was hurt but Mikael forbade her to use any magic. It was only after my youngest brother, Henrik was killed by werewolves that he insisted she use her magic. And of course you've seen the result of that."

Bonnie stared, floored. So technically Klaus had the soul of a witch and a werewolf and a vampire? How did that work?

"You know I don't have magic. I'm not a witch, Bonnie."

No, his vampirism had cancelled out any magic in his blood. Because it was unnatural. And witch magic was derived from nature. Still she had to wonder.

"My mother's spell made us impervious to all manner of attack, including possession. Greta could try but she wouldn't be able to penetrate. Aside from sunlight the only weakness we had..." Klaus glanced up from the book to look her square in the eye.

"...is no longer a weakness for me now."

Bonnie remembered the dagger and Elijah. Even with it still in his heart the elder Original was merely sleeping. He couldn't be killed by it. But for Klaus, having awakened his wolf blood, the dagger would have no effect at all.

"In any case, that would make the two of us the only people Greta can't get into," the hybrid concluded.

He went back to the book, his eyes narrowing in concentration. Still reeling from what he'd revealed, Bonnie took a moment to process. He truly was unique. Born to a wolf and a witch, made into a new species--a vampire, to become the first and only vampire hybrid in existence. Just sitting beside her now, his presence oozed power. She stared at him, seeing what Greta could find so appealing.

She's never going to give up on him.

Even on the Otherside she'd never stop. She was clearly unstable, beyond deluded. Any woman obsessed enough to come back from the dead and possess a vampire just to stalk a guy and kill his mate was surely capable of holding a torch for eternity for said guy. She'd keep coming back, keep pursuing him, in fact, Bonnie was convinced that if there were a way to possess Klaus Greta would find it just to stare at his reflection in the mirror... or worse... what if she did things... to his body.

The thought had the young witch ready to cast a Hell curse.

Klaus turned the page in the grimoire before glancing over pointedly at her.

"Which is why your friends can't be involved," he remarked, oblivious to the sudden red she was seeing at the moment.

"She will use them to get to you."

As she'd already tried with Caroline. Bonnie shook off the feeling she wasn't quite ready to name.

"We need a way to prevent that," she was feeling extra vigilant.

"We need to isolate her, to corner her out where there's no one she can possess."

She wouldn't let Greta get near anymore of her friends.

Or Klaus.

Bonnie leaned into the book, more determined that ever. The bitch was going down.

0_0

Her prey had been lying in a chair, still unconscious. As if waiting for her to slip inside. Greta opened Stefan's eyes to find a concerned Matt standing over him watchfully.

Been there, done that.

Although, Bonnie cared for him too. She should kill him as well. In fact, she should kill ALL of Bonnie's friends! Matt would be easy and Elena too now that Stefan and Damon were out of the way. Her little brother Jeremy would be a peice of cake as well. Yea, she'd take them all out in Stefan's body then kill Stefan right in front of Damon. That would show her! That would show Klaus too!

"Stefan, you're up?" Matt perked.

A shifting nearby caused her to note Damon on the seat across from Stefan. He looked even worse than he had when she'd left. Even still, the cold hearted vamp was looking upon his brother with concern.

"You all right?"

The bastard still loves him.

It would make Stefan's death all the more enjoyable. With a vengeful smirk she launched Stefan at the human in the room, allowing his instinct to take a bite out of his neck. Matt tried to struggle but do could nothing against the vampire's strength. From the side she felt Damon grab for Stefan but he too was weaker courtesy of the Klaus's wolf venom. This was going to be too easy!

But as the first drops of blood touched Stefan's teeth she noted something awaken in his body. A thirst, no it was much stronger than that. It was needy, ravenous.

God he was so thirsty!

She began to swallow the blood in deep gulps, feeling the fire only raging higher. It was so delicious, Stefan's body shuddered with delight. What was this? The only description she could even think to use was...high. Was this how all vampires felt when they drank human blood?

"Stefan no!"

Again she shoved Damon away. She was sure under normal circumstances he was the stronger of the two; from what she'd seen Damon regularly took up a diet of fresh human blood. But at the moment Stefan was the superior Salvatore.

"I should snap your neck," she spat at the surprised vampire.

"Only fitting as what you did to me."

Damon blinked, his illness making him shaky on his feet.

"Greta," he realized.

Wow he was smarter than people have him credit for.

"What do you want with my brother? He didn't kill you, I did."

As if she could forget.

"And don't think you're getting away with that either," Stefan's voice taunted.

"I may not be the hand that initiated your death but killing your brother will suit me fine."

Damon's eyes narrowed and were he not in such a pathetic position right now he could seem intimidating.

"You lay a hand on my brother and--"

Just to spite him, she rested Stefan's hand on his own shoulder. Damon didn't find it amusing.

"Your threats are empty. There's nothing you can do now except watch your dear brother butcher all of Bonnie's friends. Then maybe he'll take a nice stroll in the sun."

Damon's eyes widened and for once he showed something like fear. He quickly masked it however when his veins vamped out.

"No!"

His attack was swift but again the venom rendered it barely effective. She easily snapped his neck before he could do damage and laughed from Stefan's throat.

"And lucky for you, Damon. You'll have a front row seat to it all."