Bonnie's gaze traveled over the collection of immortals once more. To say her curiosity was now full grown could lend an entire lecture to a class course based on stating the obvious. Who were these so called gods and why were Finn Mikaelson keeping company with them? She glanced her surroundings. The good people of Kattegat watched them harder than an NFL half time show. They were poised with their heads cocked at just the right angle to catch every single syllable as it crept pass their lips.

"If you'd all follow me back to my keep, we can all play catch up in privacy," Bonnie said, giving Finn a pointed stare. She also added. "Floki, Sigurd, and Seer, if you can also join us I'd really appreciate the company."

Without waiting for a response, she turned and descended the stairs. The Daniel Sherman imposter fell into step at her side. "The Immortal Witch. Can't say I'm surprised, I always knew it would be you," he said, while cutting an eye at her as a smirk flirted shamelessly with his lips, "I am, however, surprised you of all the witches in your familial line would be the one to invoke the spell. Yet I guess you always were the Bennett witch who refused to engage by Nature's laws. Makes perfect sense you'd be named Supreme of all supernature, Little Witch."

"Who are you?" She questioned as they approached her keep.

He just gazed down at her with a hint of the devil sparking in the depths of his sapphire stare. She studied him a moment longer before dropping the barrier spell and allowing them entrance. Once inside, she sat in her wing chair, Floki took the seat next to her, while Sigurd plopped down on the arm of her chair. The seer chose to sit across from her, taking sips every now and again from his hot pink YETTI cup. Instead of sitting the gods and goddesses walked around gawking at the furniture, ogling Klaus paintings, and flipping through her collection of books.

The blonde craned her neck to stare at Bonnie over her shoulder. "I recognize this work, but I must be misguided on who I believe the artist to be."

"No," Finn said, coming to stand next to the blonde immortal, "Not if you believe the artist is Niklaus. This painting once hung over the fireplace in Niklaus' study at the Abattoir."

The blonde turned completely around to stare at her. "Then how?"

"Are you a conjurer?" The brunette asked, while holding up Guthrum's pencils and tablet.

"Before we delve into personal questions, how about we get acquainted," Bonnie said, waving her hand at the sectional. She waited until they were all seated, and then continued. "I'm Bonnie Bennett of Mystic Falls." Her gaze skipped to the brunette.

"I'm the goddess known as Freyja-,"

Bonnie raised a hand. "Let me stop you right there. My keep is spelled for privacy so, please save the god and goddess performance for the other side of the door. Once more, who are you?"

"Dahlia Debenham of Tunsberg, Norway," she said, lifting her chin. "My familial line are descendants of the Vanir."

"Yes, indeed they're descendants. Considering the identity you've assumed," The Seer said, taking another swig from his cup.

Floki released a high pitched laugh. "Funny how that works."

"Wait, so if you're Klaus' aunt, then you must be...," Bonnie's gaze skipped to the blonde who stared at her with patient expectancy. "Esther?" Her golden blonde head bobbed. "Klaus told me the story of how you sacrificed yourself to save them all, so...," she glanced between Dahlia and Esther, "that wasn't the case?"

"No, Niklaus is accurate in his assumption," Esther's head dipped to reaffirm her words, "however, every witch of our bloodline is taught to invoke the immortal witch spell at our time of death. The first three times my children killed me...well the abruptness...," her shoulders rose and fell, "the opportunity never presented itself. Not until this final time."

Bonnie glanced to the former Original turned immortal who scrutinized her in silence. "And you Finn? From my understanding, you were still a vampire when you died. How were you able to cast the immortal witch spell?"

"Are you aware of the manner of my death?" Finn questioned, still observing her with that steady stare of his.

She shifted in her seat to rest an arm in Sigurd's lap. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and cuddled her closer into his side. "Klaus told me Marcel bit you and at the time there was no cure for his bite. I've since created one."

"Yes, well," Daniel Sherman said, while running a narrowed but assessing stare over she and Sigurd, "when did you and Nik start getting on? The last time he mentioned you, he swore you'd die screaming, darling. Finally made good on that threat, then?"

"Is he referring to your fiancé?" Floki sputtered as he turned in his seat to fully face her. "The Original vampire you sacrificed yourself to save. Please tell me these are two different men. That they are not one and the same."

"You were engaged to Nik?" Daniel's expression twisted as if he'd just given face time to Margrethe at any time of the month. "Why would you settle for him when you could've had-,"

"A Debenham and Bennett match," Esther said, turning to look at Dahlia, "Can you imagine what sorcery would be conceive from such a lineage pairing. Bonnie is the firstborn and Qetsiyah's last direct descendant of the Bennett line."

Dahlia's narrowed stare moved from Floki to Bonnie and back. "Oh, I have a theory, sister. I have a theory."

"So, this indeed was the man," Floki scoffed as his glare found the ceiling. "And you loved him. Of course you loved him."

"It's complicated." She waved him off. When he continued to level her with one of his disapproving glares she sighed. "I'll explain later, I promise." Satisfied, he gave her a slight nod. "I'm sorry, Finn. Please, continue."

"Though fatal, the venom from Marcel's bite reversed the Original curse." His crystal blue irises scanned her face. "Or perhaps violated the preconditions which upheld the incantation."

This piqued her attention. "In what way?"

"When the Original spell was cast, my mother fulfilled every requirement outlined by nature, while also accepting the limitations which followed. Including-,"

"That the white oak would be the only way to annul your immortality," a grin forced back the corners of Bonnie's mouth. Finn returned her grin with a rare smile of his own. "So when Marcel inflicted a fatal wound on you, nature had no other choice but to nullify the Original spell and return you back to your former state before the hex was placed."

"I sensed my sorcery moments before I breathed my final breath," he said.

She studied Finn for a moment, a little surprised by his thought process. Not many would've come to such a far-fetched conclusion.

"Are you not curious about me, darling?" Daniel asked, puckering his features in a slight pout. "Go on guess."

Bonnie's eyes rolled. In a few hours dawn would be upon them. Bjorn would be at her door, and soon after she'd be sailing to Frankia on first tide. She had no time for fake Daniel's guessing games.

"He's Kol," Finn said, taking pity on her.

Wait! What? "No, impossible," she shook her head, "Kol's not dead. In fact, he's happily married to Davina Claire."

"See now that's where you're mistaken, Little Witch," The Kol imposter claimed. He slid from the sectional and rounded the tea table to kneel in front of her. "I'm not the matrimonial sort and although Davina's a lovely bird, I prefer my witches a little...darker."

"Ack!" Floki came to his feet battle ax in hand.

"Kol!" Esther reprimanded.

Dahlia's eyes rolled in disgust. "He's as reprehensible as his wretched father!"

The Seer fell sideways in a fit of giggles, yet he somehow still managed not to spill a drop from the cup. Sigurd's expression remained impassive and his eyes ever watchful.

"What?" The imposter glanced around the keep. "I'm referring to her expression period. What'd you lot think I meant?"

"There's no way in an Original hell you'll make me believe you're Kol Mikaelson," Bonnie said, glaring down at him. She knew Kol better than she'd willingly admit...to anyone. "You may have them fooled, but not me. So, who are you, hmm? Markos?"

"Ha," The Seer laughed. "That welp couldn't be Markos on his magicless day."

"I'm Kol, Little Witch, and I'll prove it," His smirk took a smug turn. "The first time we became acquainted was at a gathering you referred to as a rave. It was after my mother's ball, the one when she linked my siblings and I together." Bonnie's face dropped. Holy hell! "We danced and drank, then you allowed me to escort you home. You invited me in and we-,"

"So, Kol," Bonnie growled through the slits of her teeth, "how'd you manage to end up back here in an entirely different body?"

"Thought you'd never ask," Kol said, before he rose and started pacing around her keep. "Finn hexed me for assisting Niklaus with his plot to once again rid himself of mother. Moments before I was to expire, I recited the spell. Imagine my utter shock when I discovered I was powerful enough to secure an immortal existence."

Dahlia sniffed. "You're a Debenham of course your magic would be sufficient."

Kol leaned over the back of her wing chair to place his mouth next to her ear. "I half expected to be sucked dry and tossed in a celestial rubbish bin."

"So, who the hell is that prancing around in your body, Kol?" She demanded, turning to look him in his very unfamiliar eyes.

"If I'm force to speculate, darling, I'd wager Caleb Westphall," he said, while allowing his gaze to linger on her lips.

"Who?"

"A French Quarter Witch my mother procured for me when the Other Side was destroyed," he said, leaning in.

She turned away to prevent his mouth from colliding with hers. "I should've known he was a fake."

"Why?" He blew in her ear. "He wasn't as charming as me? Did he somehow fall short of being sinfully sexy?"

"No, he was too sane to be you," she said, thinking about the now productive Kol Mikaelson who appeared to fit in fine with the Original clan. "I think he even has a job."

"Sodding hell, what?!" He asked with a scrunched face.

Bonnie grinned. "Homemaker."

Sigurd and Floki snorted.

She sobered. "He also believed Davina to be more powerful than me. The Kol I knew told me-,"

"You're mystical energy is matchless, fathomless, and completely reckless. Let's not pretend you and I weren't both created to collide," he finished for her.

She watched him attempting to picture what would've became of them if he'd not believed she'd worked with his mother to betray him. Which was an absolute waste of her time. Bonnie and Kol, humph! What a ridiculous notion!

"Bonnie, what drove you to sacrifice yourself for Niklaus?" Esther questioned.

She cast her gaze down to her hands, before lifting her chin to look her in the eyes. "He was preparing to sacrifice himself for his daughter."

"I don't understand," Esther said, sliding to the edge of her seat. "Why would he need to sacrifice himself for hope?"

"To destroy the Hollow," Bonnie said, flicking her stare over each of them.

Dahlia's eyes rolled as she gave her head a little shake. "Then our worse fears are realized."

"Did...did Niklaus...did he," Esther's voice shook. Tears filled her eyes.

Bonnie closed hers and took a deep breath. "Niklaus' daughter and her mother Hayley are both direct descendants of the hollow."

"What?" Dahlia cried.

Esther shook her head. She wrapped her arms around herself and began to rock. "She'll try to take possession of the child in an attempt of attaining a foothold among the living."

"We can't allow that to happen," Kol said, coming around to perch on the other arm of her chair.

"It already has," Bonnie said, looking to Finn who remained silent. "She possessed Hope. So Klaus located a witch who was able to extract the Hollow from her. The witch divided that thing into four parts and placed a share in Elijah, Rebekah, fake Kol, and Klaus. To keep it in a weakened state, they all had to remain in different parts of the world."

Dahlia cocked a brow as she placed an arm around her sister. "A form of the initial spell her tribe utilized to stop her before. Was he successful?"

"For a time, then something happened that drew Klaus back to New Orleans," she exhaled, remembering when it all went to pot. "Long story short. Hope performed a spell which drew all four parts of the hollow into herself. When the parasitic energy became too much for her Klaus had the entire burden of the hollow placed in himself. That's when he made the decision to sacrifice himself and take Inadu with him."

"His sacrifice will be for naught," Esther uttered.

Bonnie nodded. "Yeah, well, you're preaching to the converted. Hence my leap back through time."

"I recall watching you from the other side. Whenever you place your life in peril it was always for someone you cared for deeply," Esther watched her as tears trickled down her cheeks.

"Mostly the doppelgänger," Finn nodded.

Kol's shook his head as he stared down at her. "I swear there must've been some sort of deviltry at work. For why would anyone ever willingly choose to forfeit their life for nature's most redundant?"

"You must've grown to really love my son," Esther said, her expression slightly disbelieving.

"Klaus and I each lost someone. I think in the beginning us being together was a comfort which eased an ache." She glanced away to gaze into a past unseen. To recapture those intense feelings she shared with Klaus, but still her heart refused to align with what her brain knew to be true. So she did what Grams always told her to do when in doubt...she faked it until shit got real. "Yet, eventually love did take root. I was his heart, and he was my beat. Together we became passion and harmony."

Esther, Finn, and Kol regarded her as if she'd stripped naked and declared herself America's Next Top Model all while smeyezing at them.

"Ack!!!" The Seer roared. Disgust apparent in his expression. "Bonnie Bennett, since I now consider you my friend and you are in fact a great comfort to me I'll give you this free without subterfuge. It was a spell provided by the hybrid's witch of a sister to keep you near. He placed it in the first drink you shared with him and continued to do so for every day you both spent together thereafter. Your presence and mystical energy repelled that thing inside of him. Though he did eventually fall in love with you, your feelings for him were never real. How could they be? You always pined for the sadistic whelp at your side." Bonnie looked to Sigurd. "The sadistic whelp at your other side. At least until you met the love of your life."

"Enzo," she murmured to herself.

"Which was only ever meant to prepare you for the loves of your existence," The Seer concluded by taking a long noisy swig from his cup.

"Now we get to the right of it," Floki sputtered and blustered to himself, "I knew there was no way my grand-Bonnie could ever love an Original vampire."

"Not that Original vampire in any case," Kol added arresting her stare and holding it captive.

Bonnie shook Klaus' deception from her head. One day after she'd saved the world from a Hollow take over, she'd have time to unpack his betrayal. For now, she'd leave it in a box marked as Things to Smite. Instead her gaze skipped over all the occupants in the room.

"None of that matters. My focus is the Hollow," Bonnie said, slipping her hand into Sigurd's. "I believe she's active and here gaining followers in Scandinavia. If I'm gonna stop this bitch from polluting our recruiting grounds I'm gonna need everyone in this room to boot the hell up and help me push her out. Hell, I even need the one who isn't here. Especially, him." She cast her gaze between Dahlia and Esther. "Does anyone know who the immortal is who calls himself Odin?"

"No, he prefers to maintain his distance from the rest of us," Kol said.

Bonnie looked to the Seer. "Do you know Seer?"

"You'll learn the identity of this so called Odin when your voyage to the Mediterranean Sea reaches a conclusion. There, I'll say no more," he said, wrapping his crusty lips around the rubber straw.

A genuine smile took possession of Bonnie's mouth. "You've said more than enough. How about a refill before I hit the high seas?"

Eagerness highjacked his features, before he could play it cool. "I wouldn't be opposed," he said with a shrug provoked by mock nonchalance.

Bonnie's gaze flicked to the Original family and Dahlia. "Will you all stand with your Supreme against this growing threat or go back to pretending to be Gods and Goddesses?"

"I've been preparing for this evil for well over a thousand years. Do you believe I sacrificed my kin and other sister witches in pursuit of power to appease my own ambitions?" Dahlia questioned as she came erect in her seat. "Why do you think I invoked the spell?"

Understanding snatched Bonnie's head sideways. "You weren't stock piling mystical energy to invoke the eternal witch spell. You wasn't interested in pairing immortality with your sorcery. You knew the Mother of all Creation intended to name the most powerful witch in existence the Supreme of all things supernatural. How?"

"It's a well concealed family secret," Esther said, speaking to Bonnie as she studied her sister. "Long ago a goddess of the Vanir revealed to one of our ancestors the mother of all creation would name a Most High of all supernatural beings and affairs. They prophesied the Supreme would be of our familial lineage." Floki and Dahlia glared at each other in challenge. "Perhaps we should've always known the Goddess would name a Bennett. Her first daughter of magic."

"Perhaps," Floki said as a smug expression played wild and reckless with his features.

The Seer chuckled as he sipped from his cup.

"Supreme," Finn rose and fell to a knee before her, "I pledge my loyalty and allegiance to you. It'll be my honor and privilege to fight this great evil at your side."

She moved to the edge of her seat to palm his cheek. "Though, I know you're opposed to bloodletting, will you create a covenant with me Finn?" He removed a dagger from the belt of his trousers. She laughed, took the dagger from him and pricked her thumb. "Not now, when I return." After whispering a blessing of protection over her blood, she swiped it over his right brow. She then turned to the others, "For the rest of you, my absence will give you all time to decide what part you plan to play in this fight. Use these moments of reprieve wisely to decide accordingly. Believe me, the last place any of you wanna discover yourselves is on the wrong side of this...or me."