Author's Note: This story takes place between season 4/season 5. There is some major canon divergence (which will be explained along the way). Hope you enjoy the revised version of this story!

Shrieks echoed through the Mikaelson house as Bonnie lingered near the entrance. At first, she questioned turning around. She could leave. Find out what happened later.

She winced when the pleas started. The desperate I'll-make-a-deal-with-the-devil pleas. She could hear the witch through the door stutter as she tried to bargain. The pain must have been unyielding because every other word was followed by a cry or a moan. The witch begged. Mercy, she wanted mercy. Bonnie's lips twitched at the word.

Mercy. She had begged for that many times, yet it was never given. She was robbed of it. The reality of the supernatural had sunk into the depths of her heart when body after body had stacked. There was no mercy in this world.

The supernatural world was cruel, unforgiving. Only violence, domination, and death kept the wheel spinning. That was the truth she had found on those dark lonely nights. Even as she tried to relent against it, she was only met with the blank eyes of death.

The door swung open revealing a dark blonde and blue-eyed monster. His shirt was stained by fresh blood. She felt anxiety lodge in her throat. No escape now.

But was there ever an escape for her?

Her eyes averted when she saw a glimpse of Silas also drenched in blood. If it weren't for the momentary truce, Bonnie's body would have run cold. Still, her hands fidgeted as she forced herself to walk in. A mixture of fear and hatred stirred in her chest, but she couldn't let her emotions win. She needed information.

"I heard you caught a witch. What has she told you two?"

Klaus picked up a half-empty bottle of liquor from the floor before taking a swig of it. His stiff body and agitated eyes told her everything. Very little.

Silas spoke, "she must have been sent by Qetsiyah because she keeps repeating your name over and over again. It's a good trick to keep her mind from revealing something useful to me."

Bonnie frowned. Her name over and over again? As she walked further into the living room, the witch was revealed by dim lights. At the very least, she didn't recognize her.

Blood leaked from the witch's mouth and nose. Her pale body was riddled with purple and black marks. The witch, despite the torture, seemed sane. Blood was splattered onto the marble floor as she coughed. If Bonnie's empathy wasn't exhausted, maybe she would have told them to stop. But she needed answers. If the witch had to be broken to answer, broken she would be.

"Bonnie Bennett..." The witch's eyes started to become hazy, unfocused. "If you join our side, you and the doppelganger will be spared."

"Who's side?"

"Qetsiyah and Esther's."

Heat bubbled in Bonnie's stomach. She had never thought of those two meeting. It made perfect sense in hindsight. Two women who created the biggest imbalances in nature were bound to meet on the Other Side. However...

She turned to Klaus. "I thought your mother was in a coffin."

"After your little Expression Triangle stint, her body is mysteriously missing." His smirk did not match his cold eyes. "I see she's been rather busy."

Bonnie sighed before turning back. She was about to question the witch further when Silas neared the witch. Within seconds, he had ripped off the head of the witch making Bonnie gag. Blood spewed from the witch's neck in multiple directions as her body slammed against the floor.

"What the hell?"

"She couldn't keep her thoughts to herself anymore." Silas shrugged. "All you need to know is that Esther and Qetsiyah are building a witch army to doom the supernatural world. How fun. We get to kill my psychotic ex, his mother, and the dumb witches that follow them."

Bonnie nodded but felt her stomach churning as the smell of rust and decay began to invade her nose.

"Don't get queasy now, love. You've seen enough corpses at this point." Her heart hammered against her chest when Klaus approached her. His smirk faded. "Breathe through your mouth."

He then barked an order at a few of his hybrids who were on standby to clean the mess. When the body was carried away and the floor was mopped, she let herself breathe normally.

"Still sick?"

"Better... Thank you."

"Now you can relay the information to the others. We can start figuring out our plan of attack tomorrow—"

"I will be gone for a week with my father, but I will tell the others to text me about whatever plan you come up with."

Silas interjected, "is this really the time to be vacationing?"

"Yes, I have to act normal for the time being. I don't want my father calling my mother. It'll complicate things." Bonnie turned away. "I will go tell the others right away."

When she was back in her car, she laid against the car seat. Her joints and muscles slowly relaxed. All she had to do was talk to the others who were waiting around at the Salvatore house then head home and pack. Nothing more, nothing less.

Soon enough, she'd remember all this like it was a very bad dream. At least, that's what she told herself.

She jolted when she turned to see Silas leaning against the car. She exhaled before rolling down the window. Silas moved closer where his head was inches away from her face. His green eyes studied her.

"If something happens or doesn't feel right, leave immediately. Now is not the time to be a righteous martyr as dutiful as you are in that role."

"And what if I don't?"

"If your father returns without you, I may be annoyed enough to have his head become décor."

She muttered, "fine."

Silas cocked his head to one side. His grin made her brows furrow. "Have fun. Don't get yourself killed. What else was there to say?"

"If I didn't know better, I would think you actually cared."

"Until your bitch of an ancestor is dead, I kind of have to. So no suicide missions, 'kay?"

Silas pulled away allowing her to reverse the car before driving off. Her eyes stayed glued to the road as she tried to ignore the thudding of her heart.