Indigo's POV

    My eyes snapped open, and I was revealed to the white light of the room. I hissed and threw my hand in front of my eyes, waiting for them to adjust. My corneas burned, but as the pain settled, I dropped my hands slowly back to my side.

    Looking around, I was still in the hospital, my same room from before taunting me. I tried to sit up, but multiple tugs at my arm slapped me back down to the mattress. I grunted and looked over, seeing wires stringing me to machines. I rolled my eyes and grasped them all with one hand, ripping them out. A sting radiated in my arm, but I shrugged it off, noticing another hold back.

A syringe sticking out of my arm.

My mouth dropped as I gazed at it, horrified. She just- left it in me?

    Gripping it, I pulled it out as well, throwing it onto the metal pan next to my bed. Finally.

I swung my legs over the edge and slid off the bed, meeting my bare feet to the cold floor. A shiver ran up my legs, making take a deep breath.

   "Indigo?"

   I froze and looked up, and instant relief flooded my body when I spotted Melissa at the door.

"Thank god. . ." I sighed, rubbing my forehead. Concerned, Melissa took slow steps towards me.

    "What's wrong? Do you need something?" She asked, putting a soft hand on my shoulder. I licked my lips nervously and nodded.

"Could- I, uh- Shower." I sputtered. "Can I take a shower?"

    "Yeah," She smiled, walking towards another door in my room. "Right in here, there's some towels under the sink and you just turn the handle to the left to turn it on, okay?"

  I smiled and nodded at her, walking over. The patient dress swung at my knees as I walked, the crunchy fabric itching at me.

I walked into the bathroom, and was instantly met with a mirror. I watched my eyes widen at my appearance. I was sweaty, pale, and dark circles ran under my eyes.

   "Just let me know when you're done; I'll be outside your room with clothes." Melissa smiled, closing the door as she left. I waited a few seconds, before reaching down and quickly pressing in the lock.

I pushed the curtain open and found the handle, turning it to the left. Clear water poured out and I dipped my hand under it, feeling cold water change to warm water. I sighed at the warm feeling, almost excited to be able to bathe in this warm water. I found a button and guessed this is how it would go to the shower head. Pushing it, a rickety noise rang out, before water came out from the top. I nodded in success, before shrugging off the patient dress.

I dropped it next to the bath, before stepping over and into it. I shut the curtain and moved under the water, humming. The warm water fell smooth over my skin, dragging the sweat down my body as I cleaned.

I ran my hands through my hair, getting it entirely wet. I could feel my hands literally dragging out the dirt and sweat from the water. I did this more, until my hair deemed clean. I turned around and closed my eyes, splashing water over my face, placing my hands over my face as I wiped it off.

   I rubbed my eyes of water and looked down, seeing the dirty water drain out. My toes wiggled, swishing the water. I was going to look up, before the drain bubbled, sending up some water. My eyebrows furrowed, before dark water came up. I gasped and stepped back. Dark, red water continued to come out, pooling at the end of the bath. Face scrunching in disgust, I stepped all the way to the back of the shower. As the water built up, I recognized more of the red, blood-like, water inch it's way closer to me.

     The same noise from when I turned on the shower head rang out again, and I watched the shower head shake. I looked to it and suddenly the same red water was being sprayed at me. I screamed and tried to move, but it seemed where ever I moved, red was being sprayed. I screamed louder and shoved the curtain aside, hopping out. My left foot made a squeaking noise, before my body hit the floor. I let out a grunt of pain as my bare hip crashed to the tile.

   "Indigo!" A shout came from behind the door, and I knew it was Stiles from the voice. My eyes widened and I turned back to the shower, seeing-

Clean water.

   My eyebrows furrowed as I stood up slowly, stepping slowly towards it. The water at the drain was clean, the water from the shower head was clean, there was absolutely no remains of the blood water.

"Indigo! Open the door! Please, Indigo! Say something!" Stiles shouted again, and the door shook as he hit it. I jumped to my senses, rushing to the sink, as I reached under and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my body. I sniffled and looked to the mirror one last time, seeing drops of water under my eyes. Whether they were tears or not, I wiped them away, grabbing the handle and twisting it open, revealing a wide-eyed Stiles.

   "Oh, thank god." He breathed out in relief, before he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me. His arms made my eyes shut, at ease now. I held one hand on my towel, as I wrapped one arm around him. He held me closer, pulling me in even more. I sniffled and allowed it, honestly needing it.

"Are- are you okay?" Stiles' voice asked. I didn't want to nod and say I was, because- I wasn't. What the hell had just happened? Can I even explain it? Will Stiles have any idea on what happened?

    "Please, answer. With something so I know you're alive. . ." Stiles exhaled. I leaned out of the hug, looking directly up and into his hazel eyes.

"I, I don't know what happened. I was showering and- then. . ."

   "Hey, it's okay." Stiles gave me a small smile, placing his palms on either side of my head in a comforting way. "You're okay.

I shook my head. "I don't think I am, Stiles. Not even close."

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    "So, Indigo, you can't tell us anything else? You just- slipped?"

Sheriff Stilinski had been interrogating me for the past five minutes after I'd gotten dressed in the clothes Melissa had given me, asking me loads of questions. Although, I couldn't tell him anything that would help, nor would he know anything.

   "Yeah." I breathed out. "I mean, it's not a big deal right? Why are there police here? It was just a little water slip."

"Indigo-" Sheriff calmly started, looking at me with a concerned look. "You and Lydia screamed at the exact same time. Followed by Lydia disappearing. We have a A.P.B out on her right now and we're just trying to get as much information as possible."

    "Wait-" I scrunched my eyebrows. "Lydia's just- gone?"

   "Nurses said they never saw her leave her room, and her bathroom window was open so we're left to believe she left out the window. Also, whilst taking a shower so she's- ah, nude." He confirmed.

"Lydia Martin just hopped out of the window naked?" I raised an eyebrow, looking to Stiles this time. He looked to me a certain way, but I had a feeling this was more than the Sheriff was seeing.

   "It seems that way. So, are you sure you can't tell us anything else?" He asked once more. I shook my head, lips pursed.

"Alright, well, thank you. I'll leave you alone." He smiled sweetly, before stepping out of the room to leave me and Stiles.

   "What the hell is going on?" I whispered out. Stiles sighed and stepped closer, his arms crossed.

"I have no idea. When you were out on the field, Peter bit Lydia, so she could be transitioning right now. Out searching for her alpha." He nodded.

I nodded, processing.

   "Well, I was attacked too. Why am I not freaking out and jumping out of hospital windows?" I asked.

"I don't know- well, we're not totally sure what you are yet, so maybe. . . You're not affected?" Stiles shrugged.

   "Yeah. . ." I breathed out.

"Hey," He whispered, titling my chin up to look at him with his thumb. "It's okay. We'll figure it out. One step at a time. I'm right here with you."

I smiled at him, thanking him.

   "I'm scheduled to leave tonight, so. . . " I trailed off, walking towards the door. Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, confused.

   "We're going to look for Lydia." He quickly said. "Aren't you going?"

I took a breath, questioning. Yeah, I didn't want Lydia to wolf out and become some sort of pack with Peter, but I also didn't want to sit front seat as Stiles freaked out when we did find her.

And also, I need to know what I was. I needed to find out without them breathing over my shoulder. What if I was something like Peter? What the hell would they do with me then if I was some bad freak of nature?

   "I'm- I really hope you find her." I nodded, standing in the door way. "I just- I'm tired. So, I'm going to head to Scott's house."

"O-oh." Stiles nodded, waving it off. "Yeah, yeah. You're probably exhausted from being here and all that's happened, so you- you should definitely get some, ah-rest."

"Thanks." I smiled. "I'll see you later."

"Yeah." He exhaled. I walked away again, and before turning the corner, glanced back and waved to him, earning a quick wave back.

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Melissa had given me a quick ride home, before speeding out of the driveway saying that 'she'd be the one in the hospital bed' if she didn't get back in time.

I walked into the house, instantly walking up the stairs and towards Scott's room for the computer. Plopping down into the rolling chair, I scooted towards the desk and hit the button with the power symbol, a screen popping up.

  Please enter password was set up upon the screen, making groan. Shit, I don't know his password. What the hell would Scott keep as a password-

I shut my eyes and sighed, typing the seven letters that would've made me laugh in another circumstance.

A-L-L-I-S-O-N

  The computer dinged and the internet was popped open. I clicked the search, but froze. What the hell was I supposed to type in?

I shrugged and typed, "Supernatural creatures and what they do", into the search bar, instantly getting results. Okay, one step closer.

  The first choice displayed a website, which gave a list of supernatural creatures and what they did- exactly what I wanted. I clicked and was brought to a new page, and true to its name, a list popped up.

How the hell was I supposed to search through this?

I shook my head and went back to the search, erasing all the words.

   My fingers knew what they wanted to type, but there was no way I- I didn't do that. That's not what I am. That's- disgusting. And, and. . .

 I typed it. I needed to know. Even as revolting as the idea sounded, there really was no other choice than to search it. To, you know, cross it off the list.

   "Sense of smell, mostly to blood. Visions of the future. Nightmares, sharp teeth, green eyes."

   I tapped my foot nervously and hit enter, snatching my finger away from the keyboard. And again, results popped up, making me groan.

This time, the first one showed a book title. I clicked on it and the book popped up.

A Guide to The Supernatural and Their Hybrid Beings.

"This book will give you all you need on your research for those of the other world. The Supernatural world. Embark on getting to know "the monsters under your bed" as we discuss what their called, what they can do, and what you can do to rid of them." I read out.

Although, my search picked out one certain chapter, as well as a part of the chapter specific to me.

   "This creature is sensitive to the smell, the smell of blood specifically. Usually to loved ones or those closest to them. One's they knew in a previous life or, even ones they've accommodated themselves with. Say, a male of the species is brought up with a woman. One who's been there to care for him and the one who understands as if they had feelings. This woman's blood is now the only thing they can use, the only type he can drink for his abilities. Although the urge to that of a chain smoker trying to quit, most fight it in order to keep their supply alive."

"They use the blood for their abilities. Speed, sense of smell, agility, strength, and if the subject is a hybrid, for other abilities of the other trait. As soon as they have drawn blood from their supply, they are now "fueled" for a maximum of two weeks, dependent on the type of subject- hybrid or purebred."

Great, I thought to myself, now I'm a tank for human blood.

   "In the case of hybrids, the amount of blood in intake in crucial. Too little blood will damage the system, as well as taking the blood of one other than their supply. Such as another supernatural creature. In this circumstance, DO NOT ENGAGE. Hybrids that have taken foreign blood have just tipped their internal balance. The body is based on homeostasis, staying balanced. Hybrids that have followed through with taking un-familiar blood or supernatural blood have just tipped their scale, sending them fully to one side of their traits. For instance, if the creature was half itself and half Phoenix, the subject could end up fully of either side. Losing everything moral they've ever had. They now contain no morals, no emotions, no regret. They will overtake anything in its path."

The end of the chapter finished out, then the sub-chapter began, listing the first type of hybrid, the one the search had bookmarked for me. For the things I could do.

"Hybrid Creature (the following are listed in order of most hostile and dangerous): The Vampire- Banshee Hybrid."

  Taking a deep breath, I dwelled deeper.

"The Vampire Banshee is the "endangered" species of its kind. To find one would be a historical mark in the books. These creatures aren't born Hybrid, much like the others. This one is born a Vampire, and then genetically altered to part Banshee. Only things have been done in fiction novels, but the idea lies in place until further corrected."

    "These creatures intake their supply's blood, and use it for their normal Vampire abilities, but as well as the Banshees. To predict death. Although instead of the Banshee's subconscious overwhelming feeling, the Hybrid will receive a premonition while in a lucid state. Sleep being the most common place to achieve this. With these visions, most of this kind reverses the results, sending themselves to their deaths instead of the individual in the premonition. This is the cause of their rarity. This creature, therefore, isn't seem as the devil's messenger, but more as a deranged guardian angel. A protector. Seeing as Vampire's have an extreme possessive trait, this Hybrid is also used in revenge. Vampire Banshee's have an instinct need to repay the cause of the death, the perpetrator, with a vicious consequence."

    "In example, if the Hybrid were to gain a vision and attempt to save the individual, but fail, their instinct takes over and now-their prime goal is to push wrath upon the one who killed the individual. If you are to come in contact with this Hybrid in pursue of their goal, DO NOT INTERRUPT. This creature will have no emotions towards removing you from the world. If you really have a death wish, encounter this Hybrid in their "tipped scale" state. There is no doubt, nothing I wouldn't bet on, that this Hybrid will harm you in ways that your nightmares have nightmares about. Do not look for this creature. Do not dare to capture this creature. You don't have a chance. Do NOT pursue."

I leaned back in the chair, my brain fried. That's what I was? That's what I do? I mean, this most definitely could have been worse. It did say I was a protector. So, I save people. Unless I "tip my scale."

Whatever the hell that means, I don't know.

But, I don't think I had enough. I needed history, Were there others? Am I the only one? Who is my supply?

   I needed more answers before I could tell anyone. I needed my facts straight.

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   A/N:: and so, season two begins! and with finding out what she is! cool, right? hell yeah it is, indigo is awesome. I can't wait to write about her using her abilities and how she gets blood,

    basically what i'm saying is, get ready for a shit-storm of plot twists and tears.

  i love you and im sorry it took so long for me to update lol.  [GIF CREDS NOT MINE]