Bonnie felt the grief before she saw the cause. Eyes flying open up all of a sudden, hit with this white noise ringing her ears. And then she followed the line hooked into her beaten gut to see the cause. Bonnie turned her head to the side to see Kai's head lying beside her, body dumped in the opposite direction. Ocean eyes wide staring back at her's, for a second there was that familiar spark until it was consumed by a grey cloud.

That was when she screamed.

She couldn't hear her own cry, drowning in this wave of black consuming her, but she felt the burn in her lungs. It was like a light had gone out at her center.

Bonnie was as dead as Kai was.

She shot up, everything stuck in a fog apart from him. Without the dimples pressed into his cheeks from his usual smirk his face was hollow.

This wasn't Kai, it was just a body.

Someone was crouching beside her, their freezing hand gently wrapping over her's. Enzo's fingers brushed the collar of Kai's shirt as they covered Bonnie's and she wanted to peel the skin from the vampire's bones to burn it.

'I'm sorry love, he lost the merge.'

'N-no,' she cried, choking on the word. 'Nonononono!'

She shoved his fingers from her and wrapped the other hand around Kai to gently bring his head into her lap, stroking his hair, washing the blood from his neck with her falling tears.

'Bring him back!'

'Bonnie-' Jo moved towards Bonnie, face level, but when she reached out she saw the blood coating her own fingers. In Bonnie's glassy eyes Jo saw her own crimson drenched chin.

She looked like a monster. Bonnie scrambled backwards, flinching.

'You're not a witch!' Bonnie gulped, face aghast as she read the stench of death coming from Josette. She felt-felt wrong.

And that's when she felt the two small holes in the side of Kai's neck. Vampire bites.

'I'-I'm a vampire. Enzo gave me his blood before the merge in case I lost Bonnie, look, I'm okay.' Jo put out her arms again, heightened senses wanting for Bonnie to stop looking at her like that.

But instead of making her feel better, Bonnie's sullen face contorted even more. Muscles twisting in on each other and a strangled laugh yanked from her lungs. Jo thought it was an accident at first, a try for tears gone wrong.

But Bonnie laughed again. And again. Her face was terrifying when it was lost in despair. All the while she laughed hysterically, tears stinging her cheeks, her face curling down Kai's head, holding him.

Enzo was pulling Josette up and away from Bonnie's possessed form.

'You should probably go.'

'What no- she needs help-'

'You're in transition, your own emotions are about to go haywire, you shouldn't be here for this. Go back to the castle.'

Jo still remained unconvinced, confusion knotting her stomach. Why was Bonnie mourning Kai so bad, what had she missed? Surely she should stay and show her there was nothing to cry about.

They won.

In her thoughts she was pulled away by the silence. Bonnie had stopped crying.

'Go.' The command boomed from Bonnie's hunched body.

Josette was gone before she looked up, putting Kai's head back onto the grass to stand up as Enzo approached.

'I need to bring him back.' She said, voice level.

'It's impossible Bonnie. You need to let him go-'

'So you can't help?'

'Bon-'

There was a single crack and he dropped, neck dumped at an angle. To make sure there was no coming back she chanted,

'Incendia.' Letting the flames from his burning body help warm her numb one.

There was no point in a long drawn out fight with Enzo. She didn't care about him enough to give him that. He took away any happy future she had, so she returned the favour. Bonnie looked past the bodies and willed herself forward. Walking through the forest in a blur, relying entirely on her magic to guide her, she made it to where she needed to be, barely.

It was like a hole had been punched through her chest, with how suddenly the pain appeared.

The Bennett Queen arrived only moments later, shivering as she walked and completely unaware of it. Bonnie looked down at Qetsiyah's horrified expression.

'He's dead.' She mumbled.

'I know. I felt it.' Qetsiyah swallowed away the feelings that weren't her own, trying to return to the indignation fueling her. 'I think every Bennett in the Kingdom did.' She added.

Bonnie shook, trying not to start crying thinking about. Ripped in half and barely able to stand but she had to find a way.

For him.

Because she would not let it end like this. Bonnie collapsed in front of the witch, and heading straight to begging. 'The- They merged. Help me bring him back.'

'I can't.'

'I'll give you anything.'

She wanted to say yes but the nature of the task was stopping her.

'You created an entire dimension to trap supernatural souls, if anyone can bring back the dead it's you.' Bonnie encouraged, desperate.

'Take me to the body.'

Without hesitation, and perhaps it was stupid, she untied the witch and led her back to the grove.

His body was where she left it. Qetsiyah slowed on approach, watching Bonnie step over the second charred body without a glance, almost unrecognisable but clearly a certain vampire, to sit by Kai.

The witch hadn't expected to be filled with as much sadness as she was.

Most of it she attributed to the loss of her way back to the Bennett coven. But as she looked down at the body she saw the little boy dumped in the cell next to hers one day. Who cried through the entire night, and come the next morning, never cried again.

'You said he and Jo merged?'

'And then she became a vampire.' Bonnie sniffed.

'Shit.' Qetsiyah spat, recoiling. 'I never thought she'd do something so stupid.' She hurried to explain 'once two souls merge it can never be undone- what Jo did… It defies the laws of nature. Kai's soul isn't on the other side, Bonnie. It's lost. I can't bring it back.' No wonder she felt the grief.

Any witch for miles around probably felt it. It was a collective outcry from the spirits cursing this abomination. When she created immortality for Silas, the spirits found balance by creating dopplegangers. Two versions of the immortals that could die.

Josette and Kai made a bargain with the spirits to merge. Jo broke that bargain and the spirits were not forgiving.

'No.' Bonnie ignored her, thinking her own solution aloud. 'Kai and I linked to each other before it happened. Can you use it? Bring him back through me, like a beacon?'

Qetsiyah scoffed, a million questions racing through her mind, prominently why? Why would this little witch link herself to Kai and want to bring him back? Wasn't she on team Josette?

'Please,' Bonnie pushed into her silence, 'I can't lose him.'

Love.

She never said it but it was as clear as the moon hanging in the sky. The witch didn't ask anymore how's or why's instead thought aloud.

'A soul can call to another soul. Theoretically.' She chewed on her lip. 'Sometimes it happens with mortals, a loved one dies and they can feel it from miles away but I've never heard of it being used to bring someone back.' Qetsiyah paced to avoid looking at the pair. 'You said you're linked-'

'Right.' Bonnie answered, trying not to get too hopeful as Qetsiyah's eyes a-lighted.

'That means anything cast on you will automatically be on him too.'

'What if I die and you bring me back?'

'No, that won't work. You're a witch, when you die you'll go straight to the otherside, you won't be lost like him.' Bonnie's fists clenched the more ideas were shot down. Qetsiyah's pace stopped mid stride, and she walked slowly over to them, kneeling on the other side of Kai's body to look over at Bonnie.

'Where do you try to go when you get lost?'

Bonnie frowned, excited by the possibility lingering in the question but confused.

'Home.' Qetsiyah answered for her. 'I can't kill you because you won't truly die, but what about re-birth? Technically the spirits allow it because souls are reborn all the time.'

'Wha- No. We wouldn't even know each other-'

'That's the beauty of it,' the witch tried to hide the manic look in her eyes as she convinced her.

'Your souls are already linked, so you would find each other eventually. And if your love really is as strong you think then why wouldn't you fall for each other? Think about it Bonnie, a clean slate- and I could even rig it so you're born into the Bennett line.'

Bonnie looked down at his still features, her fingers reluctant to touch him now he was freezing. She placed a hand on his chest, over his heart and waited for it to beat.

Nothing.

And there never would be anything.

'I...' She frowned into the tears, voice cracking. 'I just want to hear his voice.' Her shoulders shook as she cried. Qetsiyah reached over the body to hold her up.

'I can't bring him back in this life Bonnie. But I can give you both a fresh start. All I need,' she whispered into the crying girl's ear. 'Is your magic.'

When the shaking went still and the sob became quiet, she thought it was going to be a resounding no. But deep and muffled from her shoulder came Bonnie's resolved reply.

'Do it.'

She pulled back and held her scabbed palm out for the witch to hold. She remembered the spell, having it engraved onto her heart when the travellers stole her power from her, vowing to find the Bennetts and have it restored. How was she supposed to know that her own coven would turn it's back on her too? But Bonnie, Qetsiyah decided, would be rewarded for her sacrifice.

She would give her what she promised.

They dropped arms when Qetsiyah felt the last bit of power seeping into her veins. Bonnie put an arm out to the side, trunking herself on it to stay upright.

'Motus.' A dagger flew into her hand and she grasped the hilt. Dried blood coated the steel blade and Bonnie held out her hand, knowing what the spell required.

Three things.

Intention

An anchor

A sacrifice.

Bennett blood and Bennett magic meant making her come back as a Bennett would be easy. As for an anchor, the older the better. Something beyond mortality and powerful enough to work.

The moonlight brightened the flecks of blood dripping from the blade onto Kai's forehead, glistening ruby marking his sky.

'Spiritus natus est. Spiritus moriatur, renati Spiritu.' Qetsiyah chanted, words bursting forth from her chest, gifted to her by the spirits as the wind began picking up.

For a second she thought Bonnie was going to back out, eyes widening in panic as the candles in the grove were knocked about by the building storm. But she held Kai's hands tighter.

'Spiritus natus est. Spiritus moriatur, renati Spiritu.'

Qetsiyah felt the magic getting closer, hundreds of witches, if not more all searching the woods to find the cause of this unholy twister, disturbing their balance of power.

'Spiritus natus est. Spiritus moriatur, renati Spiritu!' She yelled over the roaring gale. Bonnie's mouth was moving but no sound made it to Qetsiyah. It didn't matter anyway, there would be no stopping this surge until the spell had the final ingredient.

The sacrifice.

Bonnie never saw the blade until it was sticking out of her chest. But she knew it was coming. There was no pain, how could there be when her heart had already died?

And Sheila arrived just in time to see her grand-daughter drop, her body curled against Kai's side.

The gusts of wind dissipated as she felt the spell explode into the air, caught by the very fabric of their reality and absorbed by the timeless spirits.

When Qetsiyah stood up, Sheila was already on the ground, face contorted in grief but no sound came out as the old woman clutched her heart and watched her tears fall onto the grass. She walked over to the tree she'd collapsed by. A hand on her shoulder that was meant to comfort her, but in reality kept her sitting, the weight of her grand-daughter's magic used against her.

'She asked me for this. So I gave it to her. I kept my word.' Qetsiyah knelt down, ' and now I'll keep my promise to you.'

Sheila's neck craned slowly as she turned her soggy, murderous gaze onto the witch, the sound of her breathing heavy between them. 'I promise that the coven I begged redemption from, will one day dwindle into nothing, until there is only one Bennett left. My family turned its back on me, Sheila, so now there will be no family to condemn me.'

She stood up, taking one last look at the scene. Wax flaking onto the grass, blackened body wafting it's charred smell and the moonlight, blanketing the two bodies resting beside each other. When she was a safe distance away, she finally let Sheila scream.