Hey guys! So it's like I told you when I updated the previous chapter, it may be awhile before you get another chapter. I finished my first week of training today, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to be too tired to write anything for awhile, at least for the next 2-3 weeks. Maybe even more, so I'm just reminding you guys because I love you so much.

But without further ado, here's the chapter! And as always, please shoot me a comment and tell me what you thought about it.

Enjoy!

Quickly sitting up in her bed, Bonnie was dragged from her sleep by a strange feeling.

She had never felt like this in her entire life. It didn't feel like pain; it sort of felt like a mild menstrual cramp.

Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and onto the floor, she stood up with the intent of grabbing a glass of water to ease the weird sensation.

No sooner than she took three steps towards her bedroom door, the feeling stopped.

There wasn't any residual tendrils of the feeling lurking around, and it baffled her. She tried remembering if her dreams yielded any explanations to her current predicament.

She knew she was dreaming, but she couldn't remember what the dream was about. She did remember a stifling feeling of heat. Maybe a fire? Maybe a house going up in flames?

Grabbing her phone, she hadn't received any messages. So, her friends were safe as far as she knew.

But something had definitely gone down in their little town.

Quickly pulling on the first thing she could find in her closet that was warm enough, she tiptoed out of the house before her father could hear her.

Jumping in her car, she pulled out of her driveway and followed wherever her instincts took her.

When she finally arrived at the farm, it was already swamped with firefighters, paramedics, and police officers.

Parking down the street, she decided to sneak behind the bushes to get a better look.

It was Pastor Young's farm, but she couldn't determine if he was one of the victims. At least not from where she was hiding.

She knew there were casualties, and she was only able to count 9.

She felt sick to her stomach at the idea of all those people dying. She couldn't have stopped it, but she still felt guilty about it.

Gleaning as much information as she could, she took one last look at the farm before getting into her car and driving away.

Sitting in the middle of a clearing wasn't the safest place for most people, but Bonnie wasn't just anyone.

She impulsively decided to convene with the spirits and nature in the middle of the forest. It was the perfect place to meditate so she could center herself.

The bad energy wafting off the farm accident this morning was taking its toll on her.

No one, supernatural or otherwise, would take the chance of attacking her.

Especially not now.

"You know, vampires may be stealthy but witches see all." Bonnie replied with her eyes still closed.

Hearing a few branches break, her visitor no longer felt compelled to hide from her.

"Well, well, well, love." A voice replied forcing her to open her eyes.

Klaus.

She hadn't seen him in a few days ago, but she knew he was still hanging around Mystic Falls.

Standing to her feet, she easily fell into defensive mode.

"I've just about hit my monthly quota with the Mikaelson family, so what is it that you want? I'm kind of busy right now, and I'm not taking any appointments." Bonnie said.

"You wound me, love. I thought, out of all my siblings, I was your favorite." He said before he began circling her like prey. "We always did share a special bond, the two of us."

"You mean when you were forcing me to do your bidding while you hurt my friends? Doubtful." Bonnie shot back.

"Enough with the flirting, love." Klaus stated dropping the facade as his expression melted into one of unrestrained anger. "You and I have some unfinished business we need to attend to."

This was the Klaus Bonnie knew, and she was slowly counting down the minutes before he went back to his old self. She was surprised he even lasted this long.

"What business could the two of us possibly have?"

"There was an explosion this morning, and an odd number of people were killed."

"9 people died."

"Wrong. 12 people died. 9 people may have died instantly, but 3 people have perished since then."

Bonnie's heart dropped to her feet. She didn't know that. She turned off her phone when she came here and she'd been in this clearing for hours now.

"Why'd you say an 'odd' number of people died then?"

"Because 12 people just don't die every day. Now, tell me, witch. What did the police say?"

"They suspect foul play. They think it may have been arson."

"Right! Someone intentionally killed 12 people. Why?" Klaus asked.

"I don't know."

"Come on, you're smarter than that. Why?"

Bonnie was stumped. She didn't know what he was getting at, but it didn't take her long to figure it out.

She thought about what Lucy said about Expression being the magic that resulted from the deaths of innocent people dying in horrific ways. She was too irritated to ask Lucy to elaborate more on the subject, but it still stood out to her.

"For a spell. Someone killed 12 people as a ritual for a spell." Bonnie finally replied.

"Right again!" Klaus exclaimed before quickly appearing in front of her.

Wrapping both of his hands around her throat and using his body to force her against a tree, he surprised her but she suspected that was the whole point of this twisted game in the first place.

"My darling brother told me a story about a meddling human and a witch trying to raise a very powerful being, and I initially paid it no mind. But then, 12 people were killed!" Klaus exploded.

Struggling to breathe, Bonnie quickly forced Klaus away from her and onto the ground with her telekinesis.

Wit a flick of her wrist, Klaus's body writhed in pain as his screams echoed throughout the forest.

"Now, let's try this again." Bonnie started. "I had nothing to do with any of this. Neither Shane nor I had anything to do with those people dying."

Every time he tried to stand up, she would break a limb - usually a leg, sometimes an arm.

If he couldn't walk, then he couldn't get to her.

"Why do you think this was our doing?" Bonnie accused as she allowed him to heal enough to answer her questions.

Rising onto his knees, he looked up at her with hatred and anger in his eyes.

Bonnie simply smirked at him, "You would do well to remember that we can do this all day if you want. But if you want some answers, you're going to follow the rules like a good little vampire. Since I'm in a gracious mood, I'll give you a chance to speak your peace."

Klaus simply stared at her without saying anything.

"Speak!" She exclaimed before twisting her wrist to break his right arm again.

Screaming out in pain, he took a deep, calming breath before Bonnie stopped again.

"The power you need to be able to raise Silas comes from murdering a group of a specific number of people and in designated spots around town to carve out a triangle. It's called an Expression triangle." He replied through gritted teeth.

"I read about it. Now, why would you think this incident has anything to do with Shane and me?"

"There are no coincidences, love. You're being taught the ways of Expression, and a group of 12 people are killed in a massive explosion right after you start your lessons." Klaus said with a smug forced smile.

Bonnie was speechless.

Usually, she had a comeback for everything Klaus threw at her. But this time? Nothing.

She was torn between wanting to believe him and wanting to kick his teeth in. Sure, Shane was shady but was he capable of murder? That was the real question.

Not to mention the fact that Bonnie wasn't so sure she should be putting her trust into someone like Klaus Mikaelson in the first place. He may be telling the truth, but he was still someone who had yet to prove that he wasn't out for himself.

"Say I believe you. Let's say you're telling the truth here. I just have one question - why?" Bonnie asked.

Klaus scoffed at her words as he looked past her and out into the distance, "Your professor hasn't told you much about Silas, has he? Silas knows how to get inside of your head and exploit your weaknesses. He knows how to make you do his bidding by somehow making you think that it was your idea all along."

"There are still limitations to what old vampires can do though. Even with you and your siblings, you may be old and that's a source of power and strength for you. However, you're not completely bulletproof. How did Silas manage to reach Shane from wherever he is in the world?"

"I assume he visited Silas's resting place at some point, and Silas was able to create a psychic connection with him."

"Do you know where this resting place is?" Bonnie questioned as she circled Klaus allowing herself to think clearly.

"Not exactly. I know many things, but I don't know that."

"It doesn't matter anyway. If what you say is true, it won't matter." Bonnie said mostly to herself as she continued to mull over this influx of information she was suddenly gifted with.

"It should. The clock is ticking, witch. You're going to have to make a choice, because time is wasting." Klaus replied with a smirk.

Bonnie simply rolled her eyes at him as she continued to review every possible explanation for what she'd just been told.

She was still unable to accept that Shane was anything more than a flawed professor who allowed his grief to make some seriously screwed up decisions for him. Shane may not have been as forthcoming as she would like, but he wasn't exactly cruel.

She couldn't fathom that someone like Shane would be perfectly fine with murdering 12 innocent people. From their lessons, he seemed to have more integrity than that; he just didn't strike her as the type.

But then, the grief angle kept niggling at the back of her mind.

There was no shortage of things she wouldn't do if it meant bringing her Grams back, so she couldn't exactly say she wouldn't make the same choice if given the opportunity.

But murder?

There was a line to be drawn, and murder was the line for most people.

But now, she wasn't so sure.

"What I don't get is why you and Kol care so much about me not raising Silas in the first place. I appreciate the help and all, but I don't buy the two of you actually giving a shit about anyone but yourselves." Bonnie fired back.

"That's where you're wrong. What's the point of living as long as we have only to watch the world implode because someone thought it was a good idea to bring back the dead?"

"Technically, you're dead."

"You know what I mean, love. I'm undead, but I'm not dead. I never crossed over into the Other Side and neither have any of my siblings, with the exception of Finn, of course." Klaus explained.

"You have to ask yourself - if these spirits passed over to the Other Side, what will they come back to? What will they be once they come back? Do you really want to take the chance of any of these spirits coming back as something even more dangerous than vampires?"

Bonnie didn't want to admit it, but he had a point. As much as she loved her Grams, she had no way of knowing if the older woman would even come back as herself. She had no way of knowing if she would come back wrong somehow. There were too many variables to consider, and that was Silas's goal - to raise the dead, or so Shane said.

Both Shane and Klaus filled in the blanks she needed, but she was still curious to know why Silas wanted to do this at all. That's what worried her.

This vampire who was supposedly omniscient and all-powerful couldn't come back on his own, and needed an Expression triangle to form to gain enough power to cast a spell to bring him back.

It's because he doesn't have enough power on his own.

He needed someone to cast the spell in order to do what he wanted. He needed a Bennett witch. He needed her.

While she thought this chat with Klaus would enlighten her, it did the exact opposite.

All this conversation did was serve to further confuse her. She didn't know what to do.

"So, have you made a decision yet?" Klaus asked.

"If I had, you'd be the last to know. I'll let you go for now, but I want you to remember our little chat." Bonnie said.

Opening her mind and allowing herself to pluck at the invisible thread allowing her to torture Klaus, she gently removed her magic from him and watched as he fell to the ground.

Quickly standing to his feet, he simply stared at her with an unreadable expression.

"You know, I've always kept witches in my arsenal. But I don't think I've quite met a witch like you before. You are absolutely fascinating, Bonnie Bennett."

"I'm flattered." Bonnie replied in a deadpan voice.

He smirked at her words before blinking out of her purview.

She no longer felt his presence, so she knew he was gone for good. Taking in everything that was just revealed to her, Bonnie finally decided it was time to go home.

She needed her rest, and she didn't want to be bothered so she kept her phone turned off. She still had so much to do, but she was in no rush to complete any of it.

There's always tomorrow.