A/N: Expect to see more of The Ultimator in the next few chapters as he operates behind the scenes to manipulate Samuel Salvatore. Also, soon, Alpheus the World Forger will make his appearance.

Bonnie agreed to help find his relics, and that's exactly what they did; back at her house, Bonnie set up a dozen candles on a table and lit them one at a time. Then, she silently prayed to the witch spirits on The Other Side.

Several muffled voices sounded around them and the candles brightened significantly. Sam couldn't quite make out what any of the voices are saying, but Bonnie seemed to understand just fine. In fact, she was even having a conversation with whatever spirits.

"Death has lost a ring, a scythe, and a cane," Bonnie said, "do you know what happened to them?"

Unintelligent whispering.

Bonnie nodded, "yes, go on."

More whispering.

Bonnie nodded again.

Even more whispering.

Bonnie smiled. "Thank you, Emily."

The candles dimmed back down to their usual brightness.

"Well?" demanded Sam, "what happened?" During the brief exchange between Bonnie and the witch spirits, Sam had sensed something dark. Something...not quite from around here. Something from a higher dimension maybe?

"Are you sure you were speaking with witch spirits?" He questioned slowly, "something wasn't right."

"Of course I was!" Bonnie snapped at him, "I asked and the witches responded. They said that your ring is in the hands of the original witch, your scythe was stolen by the Conqueror, and that your cane is in the belly of the Eater of the Dark."

Sam looked at her like she just started going on a rant about rocket science. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" he complained, "Original Witch? The Conqueror? The Eater of The Dark? Can you ask for an explanation please?"

Bonnie concentrated for a moment before replying, "no. The spirits refuse to say more." There was something wrong. He can sense it. Whatever Bonnie was talking to, it was no witch spirit. It felt dark, evil, hungry, and most of all extra-dimensional.

Sam grabbed her temples and forced her ancestral connection back open, trying to get a good look at what lay on the other end. There was mist...a mental mist especially put in place to dull his senses...put in place by a powerful entity. It was almost like a phone jammer that can be turned on and off at will.

Right now, he lacked the power to will his mind through the mist, but in the few whiffs he caught, he knew it was no witch spirit.

There was a trace of 10th dimensional energy.

"What are you doing?!" snapped Bonnie, jerking her head away.

"I don't know, I thought maybe your brain, or your dead witch phone got jammed so I was trying to loosen it up."

Bonnie slapped him across the face. "Fuck you."

"Ow. Anyways, do you have any clues of what anything means?" asked Sam, "even if you don't know what 'The Conqueror' or 'The Eater of The Dark' is, can you at least figure out where and who this 'Original Witch' is?"

Bonnie thought for a moment and then nodded. She once again concentrated on contacting the spirits. After a moment, she got her reply. "The Original Witch's name is Esther Mikaelson, also known as the witch of the original family of vampires."

"Right. Her." Sam felt his anger rise in his chest. His power began to lash out, making the lights flicker and any glassware in close proximity explode. "I'm going to tear her apart."

Bonnie backed away in fright. "What? Why?"

"She's the reason I was locked away for so long," Sam growled, making the entire house shake, "I gave her a piece of my power in exchange for my freedom and she betrayed me. Now, where is she?"

"Ummm...probably dead?" Bonnie whispered scaredly, "it's been a thousand years, I'm pretty sure her corpse should be a pile of dirt by now."

"Okay, well, find that pile of dirt then!" Sam complained, "don't you have some kind of witchy thing that allows you to find stuff?"

"I need something that belongs to her." Bonnie reminded him, "without it, I can't form a connection."

Suddenly, Sam remembered something; when he first met the people of Mystic Falls, he was sure he saw Elena Gilbert wearing a small silver necklace, the same necklace that Esther wore during their first unfortunate encounter. "I have an idea..."

"Wait, no-" before Bonnie can protest, he already teleported them both directly into the Gilbert house. "-don't zap us around...I feel sick..." Bonnie grabbed the nearest piece of furniture to support herself.

Meanwhile, from the 10th dimension, The Ultimator smiled manically. His plan was working...Samuel Salvatore, the personification of Death, was walking straight into his trap.