To say I was in a bad mood was to say that the sun rose in the east. Now I normally wasn't a happy-go-lucky kind of person, but today just wasn't my day.

First of all, for some strange really I had woken up more than five times last night. For somebody else, this would just be insomnia or bad dreams, but I'm the kind of person that when I sleep I'm like the dead and nothing can bother me. So, to suddenly have my beauty sleep interrupted put me I an awful mood. If that wasn't bad enough, I ran out of coffee this morning. Today was hell on earth for sure.

So when some dude popped out of nowhere with a million-dollar smile on his face asking me where the office was I just glared at him with all my might, silently telling him to get the fuck out of my face.

Only after I had walked a few steps away from the guy did I recall that face of his. Wasn't that guy the teen warlock that worked for Elijah? One of the Martin witches? Mehh, probably.

Let's see if he will try to get on my good graces again. Really? Trying to seduce me so that I tell you where the Bennett coven died? Though luck.

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Caroline called, asking me to go meet her and Peaches at the Grill but I was too tired and decided to try having a nap in the afternoon. Unfortunately, that didn't work either, I continued to wake up after just falling asleep. I was seriously starting to think somebody put a curse on me or something. After I checked, just in case, it appeared that I was curse free.

Since I couldn't sleep I decided to drink a bunch of coffee and enjoy my free time. I went to the attic and decided to create a new spell. Actually, this was something I had wanted to do for some time now, but every time I taught of it something came up. Like the council, or the tomb or Katherine.

When I was reincarnated or reborn or whatever the hell one can call being reborn in a fictional world, I had written down everything I could possibly remember in a pink diary with a Disney princess on the cover and a cute little lock shaped like a heart. The old diary had all my knowledge, not only about the world I now lived in but also every kind of magical knowledge I had learned from Gloria. Unfortunately, it had seen better days. It was now old and used, with few pages left to write and the heart-shaped lock wouldn't fend off well against thieves.

It was time for a Grimoire upgrade. Except I was too lazy to actually go and copy everything down into a new book. Not to mention I didn't have the time. So I came up with a brilliant idea, my insomniac brain dosed with caffeine really was something else. I decided to create a spell to transfer knowledge.

Thinking about it was easy, actually creating such a thing was hard. After spending five hours on it I finally had a breakthrough. The idea for the spell was to transfer written knowledge into another book. As such, I created a three-layered spell. The first part was absorption, the second part was reorganization and finally transference.

After I had finally designed the whole spell, I was amazed at myself. This witch thing really works for me. Never mind that air and water binding ritual, this was the most advanced spell I had created to the date.

To put it simply the spell worked by grabbing a book and absorbing the information into my brain, then I could reorganize it as I like. For example, If I already knew something about the information I could complement it and make it more credible or even add mental images and then I could transfer that information into another book.

Every information that was absorbed would also remain in my mind, in a few minutes I could read a whole book. It was like a gigantic cheat code, goodbye actually having to study for exams, goodbye having to read hundreds of Grimoires, goodbye having to spend time remembering ancient Latin spells.

When I remember that the idea to do this thing came from my wish to have a super dope Grimoire like the Book of Shadows from Charmed, with cool pictures of demons and beautiful handwriting I smirked at myself. Really I should sleep less and drink more coffee every day.

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"Da mihi in hac paginae notitiam, da mihi potestatem sapientiam, et scientiam scripturae." I chanted the first part of the spell while touching my pink diary. The spell itself didn't need much, just a circle formed by four candles surrounded by salt.

"Ergo animus ad se trahunt virtute verborum, cum sit una scientia facti sunt." I continued, pulling my hands to cover my eyes as to symbolize my own mind. The second I finished I felt my mind expand, the knowledge was familiar because I already knew what was written but it felt like I had just read it. Not to mention I could probably tell it out loud my heart now.

"Aliquando enim plus est verbum hoc fac, ut faciam illud video, plenus sapientia, ut sit et illud." I finished chanting, as I touched a large old and empty Grimoire that I had found in Abby's attic.

Before I decided to use thing it had been a plain and big book, but since it would be my one and only Grimoire I decided to pimp it a bit. The leather cover now had two 'B's, back to back. It obviously stood for Bonnie Bennett. Plus I added a few spells to the book itself, like the one I got from my ancestor's journal that made it invisible to everyone that wasn't a Bennett, and one to make so that it would never run out of pages.

The moment I finished the candles died and the salt circle was broken by an invisible wind. I let out a sigh in relief and opened my new and improved Grimoire. After observing carefully one could tell that it was divided by content somewhat. The first part was the spells and the rituals. After that came the magical knowledge, things I had learned from Gloria about the multiple magical practices. And finally, it was full of knowledge of the past and the future.

It started with a Timeline, starting on the 1st Century B.C with the story of Tessa and Silas. It followed the Middle ages with the creation of the Originals and then important supernatural happenings. Like the failed attempt of the ritual in the 15th century and the turning of one Katerina Petrova. It continued down until the appearance of Katherine in Mystics Falls and the turning of the Salvatores. It reached 2010, this year, and continued on.

Having it all written down helped to put things into perceptive. Of example, while I had written down such things in my diary I hadn't remembered the dated correctly but it seemed my mind was able to actually figure out the timeline sequence.

I continued looking through the Grimoire, and the next part was very much alike the Charmed Book of Shadows. This part was the information on demons- well more like important people but still. It even had beautifully crafted images for each person. The first page was actually on the Bennett line. It had a beautifully crafted family tree, from the ancient time until now. Although a lot of family branches had disappeared, and only the recent branch that eventually led into me was complete it was still amazing.

The next pages were information on Qetsiyah. Not surprising since she was the most powerful and the oldest of the known Bennett witches. Her picture was drawn with amazing detail, mostly because I had seen her recently. Emily, Grams, Abby and the rest followed. Hell, even Maisie 'Maze' Bennett had a page of her own but lacked a picture. Canon Bonnie had her own page as well, and I say this because the title was literally 'Canon Bonnie', with a subtitle of 'supporting character that sacrifices for the female lead'. And Caroline wonders why I don't like Elena, really.

After the Bennett line, I thought it would be the Salvatore line or even the Petrova line since they came from Silas and Amara but instead I got the Original family in all its splendor. I carefully observed their family tree, and then read each of their personal pages.

The pictures for the Original family we're even better than Tessa's. Mostly because since they were so old they had many different looks. Rebekah on the first picture had long hair and braids, and on the second was dressed like a French courtesan. Klaus and Elijah looked weird with long hair, and then followed with an artsy look and a suit. Finn only had two pictures, one looking like a pirate and one in a party suit. Henrik had a small picture in the corner. Kol had a picture with long hair too, and one with his look in recent days. The same could be said of the Original parent duo.

I continued to look through the book until Caroline texted me asking me to take Tyler to meet up with Reid. I quickly gave him a ride and introduced them to each other before I hightailed out of there. I obviously remembered Tyler that he now would owe me one.

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The hours without sleep finally caught up to me, I decided to just lay down on the couch and turn on the tv. Surprisingly one of my favorite movies was on- 'Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl'. One thing that amazed me since I was reborn was that most of the movies, shows, and songs also existed here.

The film was still at the beginning, when they arrive in La Tortuga, when I felt drowsy and closed my eyes. I had hoped for an uninterrupted peaceful sleep instead I found myself in a loud and smelly place.

Do you know when you have such a realistic dream that you just want to pinch yourself to make sure if you're awake or not? Well, I don't. I'm one of those people that never remembers her dreams, so when I found myself in what appeared to be the bar from the pirate movie I had just been watching I froze up.

I carefully looked around and found Johnny Depp and Orlando Freaking Bloom having a drink at the back of the room, or better yet Jack Sparrow and Will Turner. Concluding this was obviously a dream I looked down.

I was wearing a green ancient dress that made my boobs pop out, and noticed that my hair was long and filled with braids. Great, from the looks of it I'm a sea wench or something. Really what kind of dream is this?

"Hey'a lassie, gi'me a bottle of rum." A drunk man with no front teeth demanded, pointing at me. I rolled my eyes silently, I'm not just a sea wench but a bar wench. Kind of makes sense, I always thought I would end up like every other witch in this world- opening a bar. I just never thought I would actually dream about it.

I was about to drop a bottle in the guy's head when all of a sudden he was grabbed by the neck and pulled backward. Before I could even say damn a pair of fangs brutally bit into the drunk's neck and in seconds he was dropped into the floor, dead. The other people in the room continued on with what they were doing, this was a dream after all.

The vampire in question bent down and picked up the dead man's pirate hat and put in on his head before taking a few steps forward and sitting on the stool in front of me.

"Man, I haven't had a meal in a century." He said, nicking a half-full bottle of rum from my hand. "Even if it's dream blood it's better than nothing."

"Well, shiver me timbers." I gasped as I recognized his face, getting into the pirate mood. "How?"

"That's not the question Bonnie lass." He replied with a smirk as he took a sip of rum.

"Why?" I asked this time. "Why am I dreaming about you, Kol Mikaelson?"

"Well, you're not." He replied, amused. "You're dreaming that you're a bar wench in the mid-18th century, in some pirate island. Hell, even I got a fancy pirate outfit and some extra long hair to go with it but you're not dreaming about me. I'm the one visiting you in your dreams."

"Impossible." I blankly replied. Kol Mikaelson had a dagger in his heart and was in a box hidden somewhere by Klaus, there was no way possible he could actually be visiting my dreams even if that was a vampire skill.

"That's you, not me." He replied with a smirk. "Really, think about it. I'm a dead vampire and where do dead vampires go to?"

"The other side." I easily replied, still narrowing my eyes at him. Even if what he said was true why was Kol Mikaelson pestering me?

I didn't really have much of an opinion of him from my past life, in the vampire diaries he was the wild brother of Klaus that didn't have much of a role until he got himself killed by Jeremy and Elena. When he died the only thing that came to mind was that it was selfish of Elena to kill him and all of his bloodlines for a cure. When Silas came out, I was like 'karma bitch'.

But I did know one thing about Kol Mikaelson, the guy was unpredictable. He did what he wanted, not caring about the consequences. Most of the Originals we're easy to predict- Klaus wants power, Elijah wants to redeem his family, Rebekah wants love and friendship and Finn wants death. But Kol? Jesus, who the fuck knows.

"Exactly." Kol replied, obviously in a good mood. "I hear you like to make deals, how about it?"

"What do you want?" I asked perplexed. How the hell did this guy know about my hobbies?

"I want the dagger out of my heart." He explained. "But it's not like I can do it with my own hands."

"Not possible." I denied quickly. Was this vampire insane? Why am I asking, of course, he is. Does he actually think I can somehow steal his body from Klaus and pull the dagger out? Hell no. I already have a way to peacify Klaus from coming after me, who the hell wants that guy as an enemy!

"Name a price." He demanded as he put his arms in the counter and pulled himself closer to my face. "Whatever you want, it's yours."

"There's nothing you can offer me that would be worth Klaus after my head." I replied with a frown. "Hell, ask Katherine. Not to mention I still don't believe you're actually Kol Mikaelson. As you said, you have a dagger in your heart and even if you're on the other side you don't enough power to casually roam into my head."

"Klaus doesn't have to know. Does it look like I'm going to go for a touching family reunion? That backstabbing wanked gave me a dagger in the heart for Christmas." Kol replied, growling.

"That just proves that I should stay away from your Original Family drama." I replied, rolling my eyes. "I don't feel like being collateral damage."

"I would protect you." He replied. "Help me and I'll protect you and every single one of your descendants."

"You think I'll fall for that typical vampire-witch favor? Please, as if. Not to mention you can't even protect your own heart from getting stabbed." I scoffed, really what could this guy offer me.

"Harsh."Kol frowned, sighing. "Look, I've been on the other side for a century. Watching time pass me by while nobody can see me, nobody can listen to me, while I know that I'm not actually dead. This is worse than torture, if I was dead at least I could give up on hope."

"Me pitying you will also not help your case." I replied, even though I did feel somewhat sympathetic. I've been dead before, but being on the other side really sounded like torture.

"What if I tell you something that Qetsiyah doesn't want you to know?" He asked, confident. "She's keeping something from you, don't you want to know what?"

I frowned again. Tessa keeping things, I could believe that. What thing was she possibly keeping from me? No idea. Kol lying? Possible, but it didn't seem like it. How they knew each other was a mystery, nobody ever mentioned that the dagger would put the originals on the other side.

"Even if I take this deal, I don't know that you're actually real. I don't know if you're telling the truth about Qetsiyah and I don't even know where your body is. Nevermind pissing Klaus." I replied with a shrug.

"Talk to your teacher Emily, mention me." He replied, not pissed off at my response as if he expected it. "Come on Bonnie lass, you know you want to. Not to mention, letting me out of my coffin before the time is right will result in something you want more than ever."

"And what's that?" I asked, amused.

"You want something fun, unpredictable to kill that predictable life you live. You want something uncertain to end your boring days." He said with a wide smirk. "Tell me, do you know anybody more unpredictable than me?"

I gaped at him, and couldn't find words to answer. How did he know? How could he possibly know? Before I could find the words to reply, I blinked.

Then, I woke up.