"You know as much as I've savored the joy of tormenting you over the years-," Klaus began.

"No," Bonnie shook her head. She'd tried to go along with his final request. Really she did, but how could she? When in the end all he'd be was gone. "I'm sorry, bae. We're not doing this."

Rebekah's eyes rolled. She released a drawn out exhale that hadn't been necessary for her since wood ash and pointed stick tattoos were a thing. "Bonnie, don't ruin this for him! Permit him whatever comfort he demands. He shoulders a burden you'd never be able to fathom. Can you not allow him to experience but one moment of grace? A moment Hope will undoubtedly cling to after he's gone."

"No, Rebekah! I'm not about to listen as the man I love gives us all a corny goodbye and pretend to be okay with it. And why the hell should Hope have a moment to cling to when she could have her father?" She gave her head another firm shake. "No, this is not okay with me," her voice rose as she drilled visual holes through each of them. Klaus tried to shut her down with an arm around the shoulders but she curved him with a shrug, all while committing ocular homicide on him in the process. "So why the hell is it okay with you, Hybrid?" Her scorn riddled gaze darted from him back to his so called family. "Or any of you?"

"You must've been down on Bourbon sipping on that Absinthe again if you believe any of this shit is okay with us," Marcel waved her off barely sparing her a glance. "We all just know Klaus is gonna do whatever Klaus wants no matter how any of us feels about it. The most dangerous place you can be when his mind's made up is in his way. So I suggest you step out of it."

Her neck snapped back as if she'd taken a two piece to the chin. "You think I'm afraid of the big bad wolf? I wasn't at seventeen and if I thought for a second it would save him, I'd put his ass back in the dirt again."

"I take care of my own, Marcel. No matter the dangers or consequences," she jabbed a thumb at her hybrid, "And make no mistake, that Original pain in the ass over there is mine."

"Cute." Marcel laughed as he rubbed at the corners of his mouth. "Bonnie, we're his family."

"Each of us have known, feared, hated, respected, and loved him long before even your parents' parents became an idea. Hell, even after everything he's dragged me through, there's not a drop of blood I wouldn't bleed for him."

"Then stand behind those words and do something, Marcel," she pleaded, because at this point she wasn't above begging for the only bright spot remaining in the dim bleakness that had become her life seven years before.

"What would you have us do, Bonnie?" Elijah questioned in a barely engaged tone.

Bonnie turned to consider him. A perpetual moroseness now cloaked the one she'd once believed to be noble. His arrogance hadn't been quite the same since the restoration of his memories. More and more he'd begun to remind her of Finn. She squared her shoulders and straightened her spine. Since discovering what Klaus planned to do, she'd toyed with an idea she'd vowed never to indulge. Yet, under the weight of impossible desperation such vows could not stand.

"The eternal witch spell should be evoked," she said.

"By whom?" Kol questioned. His chocolate browns moved from Freya to Hope. When both appeared to know less than him his disbelieving gawk returned to her. "You?!" Laughter burst from his mouth. "Oh Darling, I've witnessed that spell make a supernatural mess of the most talented witches to ever recite a chant. There's only one destined to master the eternal witch incantation and her sorcery is said to be unmatched." His knowing gaze drifted to Hope, and then back to her. "There's no way you're powerful enough to undertake the task. You're not even the strongest witch on this block."

Bonnie flinched. Damn it, if Kol hadn't DOA'ed her pride. When the hell did he jump on the Bennett hate train? To hear how far his opinion of her plummeted sort of burned.

She nodded. "Okay, if not me why not Davina. You tend to enjoy blowing her horn. If she's all you claim her to be, get her here. I'll happily bow down if her being greater than me will save him." She jerked her head in Klaus' direction.

"No!" Marcel barked.

"Leave my wife out of this." Kol zipped across the distance separating them to tower over her. His original face no longer concealed by his human deception.

Klaus rocketed forward to place himself between she and Kol. "Step away from my fiancé, baby brother. For if you harm her then you'll be joining me in the afterlife. To hell with your bloody dagger and box."

Ignoring Kol's and Klaus' dagger and the box bit, her distressed stare collided with Freya's. "What about you? Will you help me save your brother?"

"Bonnie, that spell is much too dangerous. Even for me." The blondes eyes offered her a thousand apologies but not one solution. "I'm sorry, but I can't risk it...not now."

Her desperation bottomed out to despair as her gaze took a hail Mary launch to the supposedly most powerful witch in the room. "Hope?"

The room erupted. You'd think she'd offered the girl a crack pipe. When she was Hope's age she was taking down well...her dad.

"Bonnie!" Elijah yelled.

"This is madness," Rebekah growled, taking a step in their direction. "Nik tell her!"

"We've already talked about this, Bekah." Marcel shook his head and tugged Rebekah back to his side. "That doesn't concern us." Bonnie heard Marcel mutter.

Klaus spun away from Kol to regard her. He grabbed her face and cradled her cheeks in his palms. "Everything's going to be alright, Love." He whispered, before brushing his lips against hers. Liquid pain disturbed the stillness of his crystal blue stare and contradicted the hell out of his reassurance.

"How?" She tugged herself free of his grasp. "How's everything going to be alright? You'll be dead and then what? Life goes on? Fuck that! I'm not about to stand here and mourn a defeat I haven't loss yet!" She whirled away and marched from the gathering. Her decision made.

Once out of sight, she hurried towards their bedroom. Inside, she closed the door and locked it. The barrier wouldn't hold her hybrid, but the fraction of time it would provide may be all she needed to complete the spell. She fell to her knees next to the mattress. Carefully, she tugged the blanket from underneath the bed. The already prepared altar and ingredients slid out. She stared down at the athamae and exhaled. Second thoughts plagued her mental, but she shook them away. She'd come this far already. The time to bitch up and forget about it had come and gone. Now was the time to do and die, literally.

She picked up the dagger and called forth every ounce of mystical energy which bled through her veins. A swell of Bennett sorcery overwhelmed the room. Pictures rattled on the walls. The balcony doors blew open and the glass shattered. Furniture not nailed down whipped about the room like she'd caught a ride in a tornado. Steeling her nerves, she continued. She called forth her psychic energy, her huntress energy. Any and everything supernatural about her she offered to the Goddess of all in exchange for an eternity of knowledge and the fated eternal mate destined to help her defeat the Hollow.

After relinquishing her all to the Creator she sliced open her palm. Blood gushed from the wound and saturated the ingredients. A searing light illuminated the room. The bargain was struck and accepted. Now the sacrifice. She swallowed and raised the blade. Aiming it at the center of her chest, she closed her eyes.

"Bonnie, no!" Klaus' voice penetrated the white noise blaring throughout the room. "Love, don't do this. You won't survive."

She opened her eyes.

He stood just beyond the enchantment circle, attempting to force his way into the barrier. "Neither will you if I don't. Besides, if it doesn't work I'd rather be in the ground anyway than breathe without you, Klaus."

"Bonnie, please," he pled as he dropped to his knees. He slammed his fist against the barrier. "Please, don't do this. We'll find another way. You have my word, Love!"

A sad smile flirted with her lips. "You're lying, Klaus. If there was another way then it would already be the plan." She plunged the blade into the cradle of her breasts. A piercing burn penetrated her chest.

"No!" Klaus' bellow seared layers from her punctured heart.

The storm of mystical energy whipping about ceased. Her knees buckled. Klaus caught her before the ground could and cuddled her close. She attempted to talk, but a wheeze whistled pass her lips instead.

"No, Love, don't speak." He bit into his wrist and placed the bleeding extremity to her mouth. His blood might as well had been battery acid because she'd bet dollars to air it burned the same. Hacking coughs damn near shook her frame apart by the joints. "Why the sodding hell isn't this working?"

"I-It's the s-spell," she managed to utter. "M-my death is the p-price of a-admission."

Tears trickled from his eyes onto her face. "Why did I have to go and love you, Little Witch?" He demanded, looking beyond confused.

"B-Because its what we b-both needed at the time and no m-matter how this turns out I'll always be indebted to you for giving me a reason. L-Love you, Hybrid...always and f-forever." His face faded until nothing but darkness surrounded her.