Bonnie's head throbbed like a bitch.

'Fuck, my head hurts like a bitch'.

She groaned as raised her hand and squinted in the hazy dusk light, she was flat on her back with forest twigs poking into her back and her butt.

The Mystic Falls forest surrounded her as she sat up, brushing the twigs and leaves out of her hair. She was lightheaded but slowly pushed herself to stand and search her surroundings.

Yep, she was dead.

Again.

God, just her fucking luck-"shhhhhhhhhhhh," she heard coming from behind her.

She quickly turned around, a white gown swaying with her as she faced an old face. A very beautiful but old, old face from the show. Qetsiyah. She too was dressed in a white gown, but splattered with mud as if she had seen battle with the forest on her way. Such a predatory gaze froze Bonnie in her tracks, quick, spiteful eyes tracking every movement.

"Hello, dear, dear descendant," she spoke sweetly, cunning and bitterness hidden under her tone. The image she presented was an oxymoron, innocent yet deadly, welcoming yet suspicious.

"What are you trying to achieve here dear? Witches getting involved in vampire business never ends well for the witch, you know." Her head tilted in question.

Bonnie watched her pouting lips and mocking smile, Qetsiyah spoke to her as if she were a small child who lost their way.

She was on the other side now. Qetsiyah's territory. Not much could be done by her very green witchy self. She had to play it smooth, play it cool.

"Oh, just preventing the end of the world? What do you usually do on a Monday night?" Bonnie replied with a sarcastic smile.

'Ahhhhhhhhhhh-what the hell was that!??! Where is smooth?!? Where is cool!??!' Bonnie screamed inside her head, cursing herself internally.

Qetsiyah's smile jarred, "Very interesting, my dear. Care to share the plan, there are lots of interested parties... who share your... noble goal." Bonnie's confidence was slipping. 'Did she mean Ester? How close were they in the show?'

"Sure thing, I'm trying to prevent Silas from rising from his eternal torment, Klaus Mikaelson from breaking his hybrid curse and most immediately prevent the trapped tomb vampires from eating the town." Bonnie took a mental breathe as Qetsiyah seem to digest the information with a raised eyebrow.

"...Do you know why you're here, Bonnie?" She asked

"I'm dead?..." Bonnie trailed off, unsure exactly what had happened for her.

"No dear, but close enough with that protection ritual, that I could reach out to pull your dream self to me. I have special... allowances in these parts, you know." Qetsiyah waved her hand and two ornate chairs appeared in the silent forest. She elegantly sat and waved for Bonnie to join her.

Bonnie hesitantly sat, then snapped her head up, gripping the armrests, "wait that worked?"

"Yes, very advanced for a beginner but for me it's child's play. Although I am curious as to where you studied such an intricate method?"

"Ummm, just something I combined from some very old grimour's grams had, who are you and what do you want?" Bonnie tried to pull the topic back to the main issue.

"Oh? No easy feat, trust me. Combining rituals? At your age, I was learning about rocks and herbs... It seems we missed our introductions, I'm Qetsiyah, I just wanted a small chat with the newest addition to the Bennett line. Nothing particularly interesting. I, of course, approve of your... afternoon activities. My only request is whe-if Silas does awaken, that you destroy him yourself... it would be poetic, to be my descendant that finally ended him." She spoke softly, hazily preoccupied with the past. Qetsiyah pulled out an ornate silver and gold dagger, and presented it to Bonnie.

"You have impressed me Bonnie. It's not often that power like yours is wielded with the ferocity as seen back in my time, for such noble reasons. Take this dagger and use it to destroy Silas when the day comes. Know that you can call upon me," her voice started to echo and Bonnie's vision began to fade in and out, "in your dreams Bonnie." Suddenly there was a sharp pain in her abdomen.

Qetsiyah had stabbed her.

QETSIYAH HAD STABBED HER.

Holy hell, now what!??!

And she blacked out.

Here we go again, will it always end like this?