HOLY GHOST | KLAUS MIKAELSON

SEVEN | ELIJAH

INDIGO HAD ALWAYS DREADED DEATH.

She knew it had to happen eventually, and her Grams' death only further reminded her of that, but she hated the thought of dying before she could ever truly start living. She was only eighteen — she hadn't even graduated high school yet. She hadn't gotten to travel the world, or meet the love of her life, or be the successful woman she'd always aspired to be. What was Bonnie going to do without her? What were her parents going to do without her? A parent should never have to bury a child.

So as she laid on the bug-ridden forest ground, slowly but choking on her own blood, she was positively pissed.

Her head was lifted up into the crook of an arm, and her eyes blearily tried to focus on Elijah Mikaelson's face as he bit into his wrist.

"Drink!" He hissed, shoving it to her mouth. "You have to drink, Indigo."

She wanted to, truly, but Indigo couldn't move. She could barely even hear. Black spots were steadily taking over her vision, and her entire body felt warm, like she was wrapped in the worlds most comfortable blanket. Elijah grunted in frustration, shoving her chin downwards so that he could fully open her lips. His blood flooded into her mouth, sinking down her throat, and she cringed at the bitter, metallic taste.

Indigo felt herself gaining strength the more she drank. She reached up, grabbing his wrist as she greedily took more into her mouth. Eventually, Elijah pulled away, staring down at her in concern as she tried to catch her breath.

The witch blinked in wonder, lifting her shirt to glance at the nonexistent wound on her stomach. Elijah's blood had healed her completely. She felt energetic and well rested, and all of the kinks and random joint aches had been completely evaporated. Indigo felt like she could run a mile (or four) as she turned her attention towards the quiet original. Embarrassment flooded her veins as she requested the weight of what had happened. Indigo had almost been taken out by a dog. She was a witch, the most powerful supernatural creature there was, and all it had taken was a bite to take her down. Indigo had never felt so weak in her life.

She despised the feeling.

"Where's the wolf?" Indigo questioned, her eyebrows furrowed with determination. "I feel better now. I'm not distracted. I can kill him...her...it."

"Gone. I scared it away." Elijah answered simply.

The witch stood up, subtly crossing her arms to feel if the journal was still safely tucked inside of her jacket. Thankfully, it had remained safe and sound amongst the chaos. "Well, let's go find it."

Elijah placed a hand on her shoulder, preventing her from venturing further into the woods. "We aren't going anywhere. Tonight is a full moon. Werewolves are very volatile and dangerous, and they travel in packs."

"Don't tell me you're scared." Indigo raised her eyebrow.

"I am not," his jaw briefly ticked, giving away his annoyance. "But you should be. You would've died if I hadn't been here to save you."

"I was already injured," Indigo wiggled her now healed leg. "I was distracted. It caught me off guard. But now I can—"

"Go home, Ms. Bennett." Elijah dismissed her coldly before turning his back on her. "Your arrogance will get you nowhere."