Author's Note: Thank you for your continued support. I am so glad that people are enjoying this little AU. I know that the show kind of talked about where werewolves came from (at least The Originals did) but this is going to be my own take. I hope to have fun with their origin story. Add to that, there is a twist coming in future installments and I personally hope that you all like it.

vii. a spell made them too

The Original Wolves.

Bonnie has played that phrase over and over in her mind since Klaus had first uttered it. She has moved through what is expected of her (pick the Macie up from school, cook supper, kiss her husband when he comes through the door) but the whole time her brain is screaming the words at her. If anyone has noticed that she is off, they don't say it. But then again, if they didn't question her giddiness in the days before then they aren't going to catch on now.

(except Macie of course; she wonders if her daughter can tell what is running through her mind; she hopes not)

She turns slightly on the bed, her fifth such move in the last twenty minutes. She is too wired to sleep. From next to her, Marcus' hand reaches out blindly, sleep hampening his reflexes. It lands heavily on her side and she squeaks.

"You okay?" he asks seconds later, his voice muffled by his pillow.

She turns her head to look at him. Despite the late hour, his face shows the beginnings of concern. "Yeah," she tells him and wonders if she speaks it then it will come into being. "Yes, I am fine, baby. I just can't sleep. It happens every now and then." This is not the first time she has lain awake worrying - it just usually is kid related and not The Original Wolves. She shifts for the final time to place a kiss on his temple. "I'm going to go tire myself out a bit. Don't worry." She wants him to fall back asleep. He has work in the morning and truthfully, she doesn't want him proding. She already feels like she is lying to him as it is; the last thing she wants to do is push back at his genuine concern.

His hand trails down her arm as she throws back the covers and makes her retreat. He is already falling back down into sleep by the time she reaches the door. Good. She can put her sleeplessness to good use.

X

( 2 days ago )

"You want to repeat that?" Bonnie says, knowing that her face is screwed up in shock and confusion.

"The Original Wolves," Klaus says slowly, drawing each world out painfully until she wants to reach across the table and smack him. She gives a look instead (a not so subtle reminder that she is a witch again and just itching to use her power). "They had to come from somewhere…"

Bonnie supposes he is not wrong. After all, Klaus and his family had been perfectly human until her mother decided to meddle - and look how that all turned out. She has never really considered how werewolves began. Maybe because she has never really looked at werewolves as the enemy. But now she may be forced to. "A spell made them too."

Klaus nods.

"Another Esther Mikaelson original?"

This time Klaus chuckles, but then his face falls into something more neutral. "Not possible. Remember that my brother Henrik was killed by a werewolf. They predate vampires."

Bonnie nods her head, that particular fact slipping her mind. She knows the vampire origin story but she never thinks of the details. Klaus had lost a brother and that kind of grief drove Mikael and Esther to take drastic measures. She is surprised to realize that she gets it. If she ever lost Macie or David…

She can't think about it. It is a very real fear that every parent has but right now, for some reason, it feels far too possible for her to consider.

If Klaus has any inkling that she is currently understanding what his parents have done, he does not let on. "My mother was very clever but crafting a beast that would one day blow her family apart is beyond her," he points out. "Although, I am living proof that she certainly held a fascination with them."

True, wolves had blown apart the Mikaelson family in more than one way.

"So another witch…"

"A Bennett witch."

For the second time in less than five minutes, she feels a wave of shock slide over her. Her eyes round out and her mouth falls. She feels like she is on the outside of her body looking over the situation. She and Klaus, discussing the supernatural, in the basement of a library while her son grows restless upstairs. None of this is normal (none of this is what she has wanted for her life since she left Mystic Falls in her rearview).

Finally, she snaps back to life. "Come on…"

"Oh, I know her name wasn't Bennett persay. Your family picked up that particular surname in the 1700s," Klaus explains. "But there is a witch between Qetsiyah and Ayanna that saw fit to create the first wolves. And like the Original vampires, from them, all wolves have come to be."

Bonnie closes her eyes and tips her head back. "You seem to know a lot about my family line," she points out. She has no idea what she is accusing him of. Maybe she is trying to pick a fight rather than deal with the gravity of what he has just told her.

Klaus takes the bait, and somehow turns it into a compliment. "Of course, I do. I make it my business to understand the most powerful line that has ever existed. I would be foolish to ignore it. I may be a lot of things but I am no fool, little witch."

She sighs before looking at him again. "So my line is responsible for every single werewolf out there?" She has to hear it again. She thinks of Tyler (hopefully out there living his best life). He is the closest wolf she has ever known - and he has Bennett magic mixed up somewhere inside of him? It is a lot to take in.

He nods, the gesture exaggerated. He has slipped back to mocking her shock. This time she does retaliate, causing a book to come zooming off the shelf to slam down in front of him. It narrowly misses his head. He gives her a look and she returns it in kind, although hers is probably far more petulant.

"You can't expect me to just take everything you say as the truth, Klaus," she points out, her tone terse. "It's not like I didn't pay attention to my own line. After I lost Grams…" That still hurts her, even after all these years. She often daydreams about what it would be like to have her children know Sheila Bennett. She feels like they have been robbed of something so great. "...and met a cousin I didn't even know I had, I looked. I did my best to trace everything back." It hadn't been easy, especially since most of her sources were either dead or out of contact.

"You missed one," he says and his tone is so smarmy that she can't help but send another book shaped missile in his direction (part of her feels guilty because she knows every book here is old and should be treated with kindness).

His taunt stings because she has missed more than one. Qetsiyah had been a surprise after all - as had finding out that someone in her line had been cozy with the Mikaelsons before they magically grew fangs. It is entirely possible that somewhere in between them there lay a whole host of ancestors, one of whom conjured up the spell that created werewolves.

"I can see that is a lot to take in," he points out. He leans back in his seat so he can easily reach into the inner pocket of his jacket. A small book, clearly older than anything that surrounds them, was set before her. "Just look it over - then we can figure out where to go next."

X

Bonnie is on her back deck, the darkness surrounding her actually a comfort instead of a deterrent. Her family is asleep and entirely unaware that she has taken refuge here, her knees tucked up under her chin. The book Klaus had given her lays on the patio table next to her, easily accessible if she should want to look.

She should. She knows she has to. But she has been avoiding it the past few days.

She knows what she will find in there. She just wishes that the information could have come from anywhere but him. He has no loyalty to her, no reason to do anything but manipulate her to ensure that he gets the outcome he desires. Add to that, she is bereft of a real witch community to help her corroborate anything he has said up until now. Not that she had ever been a part of a true coven. Since her teenage years, she has gone at it alone, making decisions that others have judged her harshly for (especially considering she has little guidance on what it means to be a witch). And now that she has effectively cut herself off further for years, she is truly alone. Oh, she knows there are other witches in this town. The Laws of Probability state it - and truthfully, there have been moments, tiny ones, where she has passed someone in the street and felt something, even with her magic resting as it has been. But she can't just walk up to them and gain their help (let alone expect them to understand the complicated history of both the Bennett line and her relationship with Klaus).

It makes sense, what Klaus says. A Bennett witch had created the prison the Original wolves are currently trapped in, a Bennett witch is needed to ensure they stay there - the cyclical nature of magic dictates that a Bennett witch had started them in the first place.

Sighing, she leans forward her hand flicking towards the candles that rest in the center of the table. They spring to life, casting a warm glow over the area. She picks up the book next, opening it carefully to find thin brownish paper inside, brittle and stained by age. The first thing her eyes see is a name.

Sura.

"Okay, Sura," Bonnie says. "Let's see just what you did…"