The Perfect Mikaelson's

53|| Avery ❤️‍🔥

Avery

I forgot how strong New Orleans witches were. Somehow, their spells and neck snaps hurt worse than anything.

Marcel and his vampires stormed the compound, attacking us left and right. Elijah and I killed most of them, allowing Klaus to handle Marcel. I hated knowing if Klaus got him, he would kill him. But then they went after Hayley and I couldn't allow it.

I fought to protect her, but a werewolf attacked me. I'm not even sure when the werewolves got involved, but they were and it was planned. Maybe not by the vampires, but they were strategically attacking Elijah, Klaus and I.

Hayley went down, and I was weakened by multiple werewolf bites. Five of I counted right, but I'm delusional and my vision is spotty at best. All I can feel is the burn of their venom in my veins, which worsened as I made my way up to Abbie's room.

I know she put up a boundary spell after she stormed off after breakfast, but there's no way she's sleeping through all this. I tried banging on the door and using every bit of strength I had, but nothing. It's the last thing I remember, before someone picked me up and carried me out.

It was in and out for a while, before my vision just went out and I accepted this was my fate. Klaus' blood would heal me, but I saw how weak he was. The rings Genevieve made weakened him and now we're all weakened, and Hayley is God knows where.

"Avery," I groan, my arm heavy as it comes up to rub my head. Well, I try but it doesn't get far off the ground before it hits it again.

"Don't move. You need to preserve your energy until Niklaus heals enough to heal you." Elijah. Elijah is here and will protect me. Klaus on the other hand, he should be healing. "Why isn't he healing?" My lips feel numb and a shiver coursed through my body.

Elijah must notice, because he releases me, shrugging off his jacket to cover me. "Thank you." I whisper, feeling everything go numb. "Avery! Stay awake. Abbie will be here soon." Either I'm so deep in the delusion or for once in his life, Elijah sounds panicked and unsure.

"It's okay, Elijah. It doesn't hurt.." I swallow, the simple act feeling like razors over raw skin. "Just tell Abbie I love her and this isn't her fault." I take a deep breath, wincing as the burn intensifies.

I always thought I wouldn't have to accept my death, but now that I'm mere seconds from it, I feel like I don't have enough time to say what I need to say. Opening my eyes and focusing on the blur of Elijah, I try to get as much out.

"Don't let her blame herself and don't blame yourself either." My body wracks with a cough, taking whatever energy I have left. Fucking werewolf bites. "Don't let Klaus blame himself either." I cough again.

"Stop talking and drink." Elijah shoves his fist into my mouth, cutting off my speech. For someone so formal, he's really rude for cutting off my last words. When I've drank as much as I can, meaning until I used all my energy doing that, I lay my head back.

"I'm dying, Elijah. Let me go and go find Klaus." Another coughing fit, sending the remnants of his blood covering my face and chest. "He needs you. He's not going to survive this." He shakes his head and I think some tears hit my face. I can't even cry right now. I can feel the last of my embers leaving me.

"Get her up! Hayley needs us." Hayley. I want to ask what he means, but I'm quickly slipping and words are not my strongest thing right now. I'm surprised I can even think clearly. Maybe his blood was good for something.

I feel Elijah lift me, carrying me out of the crypt. They couldn't even leave me there to die. Heaven forbid I die where the dead are already resting. Now I'm blinded by the sun and the heat from it only worsens my wounds.