"Tess!" I squealed in excitement as she opened the cabin door with a smile.

"I didn't think you'd get here so fast."

"I wanted to see what had you so happy." I said, as I wandered to the fridge, looking for blood bags.

"On the top shelf, Sweet Pea."

"Oh, thank you." I looked back at her, opening one of them, "So, what's this news you're so excited about?"

"Silas took the cure." She pulled me to sit on the couch with her, "He's a Witch, he's mortal. That means I can kill him."

"He took the cure?" I asked, taking another sip of the blood bad, "That's awesome! You'll finally get your revenge."

"Yes, but there's one problem."

"What is it?"

"At the party I went to the last night, he pretended to be Stefan and read my mind." she stood from the couch, "He figured out where the anchor is."

"Great." I sighed, also getting up, "So, what now?"

"Do you remember that old, ancient story I told you about the travelers?"

"Vaguely."

"The travelers, well, you know how Silas wants to destroy The Other Side so he can be at peace with that slut Amara that he calls his one true love?" I nodded, "The travelers don't want that."

"Why not?"

"Well, that is very important because they know that the only thing standing between his one true love and peace is the anchor." she said, "The travelers have been in possession of the anchor for two-thousand years. They constantly move it so it doesn't fall into the wrong hands. They won't let him get near it, at least not before I kill him."

"Thinking ahead," I suggested, she nodded for me to continue, "What if they fail?"

"He won't destroy it." she shrugged, "He won't be able to."

"Okay," I stated, "Why not?"

She smirked, "Think, Sweet Pea."

I paused in thought before realizing, "The Anchor is Amara."

At some point, Stefan and Elena showed up, but couldn't get out because we're trapped here until sundown, which it almost is, by a spell Silas performed on the cabin. Tessa was on the phone with Damon, Stefan and Elena were on the couch.

"Ugh, why are you two so pathetic?"

Elena looked offended, "What?"

I looked at her, "Well, you it's simple: you're weak." I eyed Stefan, "And poor Stefan. Always so broody, sad, weak. I could kind of pity you. Why do you always look so angry when you hunt your food? What did the bunnies ever do to you?"

"You better watch your mouth!" Elena yelled, just as Tessa waltzed back in the room.

"What's going on here?"

"I called Elena weak, and Stefan broody." I answered, "And I said that I could pity him." I smirked, "Elena isn't very happy."

"She's never happy. And you're right." Tessa stated, "She is weak. Just like Amara."

I widened my eyes at what Stefan was about to do, "Tess, watch out!"

Unfortunately, it was too late.

He had jammed a butcher knife through her stomach, "Elena, run!" She did and I went to go to Tessa before I was knocked into the countertop and the knife was plunged into my abdomen too before he followed after Elena.

I healed in ten seconds, not even, then crawled over to Tessa, "Hey, Tess." I bit into my wrist, "Drink."

She slowly lifted her head up and weakly grabbed a hold of my wrist, drinking some of my blood, "Thank you, Sweet Pea."

"Are you okay?"

She nodded, "I thought I could trust him."

"I did too." I said, "I thought I could trust a lot of people."

She smiled sadly, "I know, Sweet Pea. It will get better one day."

"Here is my proposal." Damon said. He had shown up a few minutes ago and was kind of rude at the front door. I am very surprised that Tessa had actually been nice enough to let him in, based on the fact that his brother jammed a knife into her stomach less than two hours ago, "In order to keep The Other Side in place you need something to anchor the spell. Something powerful, like an immoral being powerful. Amara was obviously a great choice until she downed the cure. Now, would you consider someone who's is dead but stuck on The Other Side a viable candidate?"

"An anchor swap?"

"I've got a volunteer." Damon said.

"I would be making a ghost a tollbooth between our side and The Other Side, giving that person power to interact with our physical world and the supernatural purgatory."

"So what's the problem?"

"I need a massive amount of power to do a transfer spell like that!" Tessa exclaimed.

"Fine. Name your poison."

"I need something to draw on." she paused, "The moon isn't full, and I don't think there's a decent comet for another couple billion years..."

"I have a girlfriend at home who misses her best-friend and a wacky stowaway on suicide watch." Damon groaned, "So think hard, please."

"Doppelgangers." Tessa whispered, "They're mystical, powerful."

I cleared my throat.

"Not more powerful than you, Sweet Pea."

I smiled, "Thank you."

"Doppelgangers are mystical, naturally reoccurring."

"You want Doppelganger blood?" Damon questioned throwing his hands up, "I have Doppelgangers coming out of my ears. Seriously, how many do you want?"

"So this is the originator of the Doppelgangers?"

"Yeah." Damon replied, "Her name is Amara, apparently."

"Immortal, a bug."

"What?"

"That's what her name means." I glanced at him, "Immortal. Amara is also a bug, a beetle to be specific."

"How did you know?"

"I read if you didn't know." I defended, "And I'm Witch and a Vampire. I know things, like nature."

"Speaking of Witches," Damon mentioned, "When is Qetsiyah getting here?"

"You mean Tessa?"

"Tessa?"

"Qetsiyah." I said, "she doesn't like her name so she calls herself Tessa."

I was grabbed from behind and pulled into a dark room, "Kyra."

The lamp in the corner of the room turned on and it was enough for me to recognize this person as a two-thousand year old Witch as I pulled her into a hug.

"Tess." I whispered in relief, "What are you doing here? I thought we were doing the plan tomorrow."

"Damon came to me in the cabin after you left." she told me, returning my hug, "He wants to make the new anchor tonight."

"Anchor?" I asked, "Just to get this right in my head."

"A new Anchor to The Other Side."

"As in the supernatural purgatory you created two-thousand years ago?"

"Exactly. It is currently Amara," she said, "but we are going to make a new one tonight." she held out a small bowl, "We need to fill this all the way. So I'll need your blood."

I grabbed the knife on the table next to me, and cut into my wrist, "I'll never look at knives the same again."

"I know," she sadly smiled, as we watched my blood drop into the bowl, "Your mother is deranged."

"Why did you say mother like that?" my wrist healed and I cut into it again, "I mean, she doesn't act like a mother, but she is."

"When it is time for you to know, you'll understand." she stated, as my blood filled the entire bowl, "In time, it will make sense." my wrist healed and she smiled, "I promise you."

I smiled, "What did you need my blood for?"

"I'm not making Bonnie the anchor. Hell no." she sighed, "So, with your permission..." she softly smiled, "I want to make you the anchor."

"Why me?"

"Damon, Elena, Stefan and Jeremy requested that I make Bonnie the anchor." she said.

"Isn't she dead?"

"She is." Tessa told me, "Which is why they wanted me to make her the anchor so it would bring her back to life. You can't have a dead anchor." she smirked, "I'll bring Bonnie back, and they still don't know this, but no way is she being the anchor."

"Why not?"

"She's weak, and I don't like her." she said, "Why would I give her the power to see the dead, meet new people?"

"You wouldn't."

"Exactly." she smiled, "So, if you're okay with it, and I hope you are, I want to make you the Anchor to The Other Side."

"You're the two-thousand year old Witch." I smiled, "Whatever you think is best."

"Perfect."

Currently, Qetsiyah had Amara, Katherine and Elena bleeding from their hands onto the table in front of her. Kyra was sitting in the corner of the room, watching the scene. Everyone still thinks Bonnie will be the anchor, so her grimoire is on the table, but Qetsiyah and Kyra know that's not that case.

"Kyrie. Get me that bowl of blood next to you."

"Sure." Kyra got up from the couch and picked up the bowl of her own blood, handing it to Qetsiyah, "Here you go."

"Thank you." she closed her eyes a slowly poured the blood on the table, chanting the spell, "Inah ahpran koh sahtee ha jem. Ay pahta kay rasa tuhn." the flames ignited on the candles, and the blood formed a symbol, "Ay pahta kay rasa tuhn." The candles blew out.

"No." Qetsiyah sighed in a whisper.

"Is it done?" Elena demanded, Tell me it's done. Where's Bonnie?"

"No it's not done." Qetsiayh scoffed at the doppelganger with her enemies' face trying to give her orders.

The wind picked up, the lights flickered before sparking electricity.

"What's happening?" Katherine demanded over the loud wind and sparking, swinging lights.

"I think Silas is happening!" Kyra yelled trying to close the window, "I think he's here for Qetsiyah or Amara."

"You're right, Sweet Pea." she stepped away from the table and went next to Kyra, helping her hold the stubborn window closed, "Show yourself bastard!"

The power went out completely and the two Witches in the room looked at each other in alarm, speaking in unison, "We need to find him."

"Tessa!" Kyra yelled through the house, "Tessa, where are you?"

"In here!"

She ran to the area she heard her friends' voice in, "Tess! Looks like you found him. Thank god you're alive. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." she said, "Can you help me get this iron stake out of my leg?"

Kyra looked down at the iron poker that was in fact in her leg, "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't notice it before. Silas did this?"

"Oh let me do it." Elena groaned, stomping into the room, and yanking at the poker to no avail, "Come on! She isn't done yet! Bonnie needs to be the anchor!"

Kyra smacked Elena in the back of the head for abusing her friend, "Get out before I snap your neck or permanently kill you. And I won't bring you back."

Elena's eyes went to saucers, and she ran out of the room.

"Okay, here. On the count of three, I'm going to pull this out, all right?" she nodded, "One, two, three." she pulled it out with ease, "Elena was using the wrong angle. She didn't even look at how it was in there before she started yanking. Idiot. I give you full permission to hurt that bitch if you want. I won't stop you."

Qetsiyah gave a breathy laugh, holding her hands out, "Help me up, Sweet Pea?"

Kyra took her hands and pulled her up, "You good? I can give you blood again."

"No, no, no." Qetsiyah whispered, "I'm all right Sweet Pea. Let's go finish that spell."

"Inah ahpran koh sahtee ha jem. Ay pahta kay rasa tuhn." Qetsiyah started the spell again, "Ay pahta kay rasa tuhn." she got louder, "Ay pahta kay rasa tuhn." Kyra's blood which was pourn on the table a half hour earlier lit on fire, "Ay pahta kay rasa tuhn. Ay pahta kay rasa tuhn. Ay pahtu kay rasa tuhn." Quetsiayh knew the spell was complete, she paused, "It's done." she glanced at Kyra, "Are you okay?"

"I feel a little different." she said, "It's a good different."

Qetsiyah smiled, "That's good, Sweet Pea. Bonnie The Idiot is about to come back to life. I keep my promises." she rolled her eyes, "Revertas phastic ut victas. Revertas fac mactix ut victas."

"Bonnie." Kyra could hear Elena running in the other room, "You're back!"

"Tessa, you can stop now." Kyra said, "she's living again."

"Hey, why aren't we celebrating?" Kyra walked into the living room, "We should be celebrating." she caught a whiff of what she knew to be blood, "Why aren't you happy?"

She caught a stronger whiff of the blood and saw a very obvious pool of red on the floor when she got closer, and she knew exactly what was going on, "Tessa, no." she pleaded, "Don't do that."

Dropping the knife, Qetsiyah fell, "It's my time."

"No, let me heal you, Tessa." Kyra was holding back tears.

"Don't cry, Sweet Pea." she weakly soothed, "I love you."

Kyra's breath hitched as Qetsiyah stopped breathing and heard her heart stop as she fell limp, "I love you too, Tessa."

"You'll be okay." she heard from behind her and she jumped.

"Tessa." she whispered, "What the, are you-I'm the anchor."

"Yes, you are. Which means the dead pass through you. I need to pass through you to get to The Other Side." Qetsiyah got closer but didn't touch her yet, "I am going to warn you now, it will hurt like a bitch. But it will hopefully be worth it. You'll get to see your fallen family. Your dad, your brother, me, Kol."

"How did you know about Kol?"

"I told you I've been watching you."

"I didn't think you were serious."

"Of course I was." she still didn't touch her, "Whenever you need me, I will be there." she said, "If there is a certain person you want to see and talk to: think of them. That's how you contact specific people on The Other Side, it's how you'll be able to see and talk to me, and your family and friends."

"Okay." Kyra sighed, "I'm ready."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." she said, "Just pass through me."

"I love you, Sweet Pea." she grabbed Kyra's hands.

She stayed completely silent, only wincing in pain as she felt Qetsiyah pass through her, "I love you too."

It was official: Kyria Blackthorn was The Anchor to The Other Side.