The Blonde Princess

Blunette

Rebekah held back a laugh and tried to school her features into a neutral expression, eyes fixed on Caroline's hair. Bored, she had asked her fellow blonde for permission to dye her hair, promising that she would use removable dye. Caroline, always bubbly and eager to try new things, had acquiesced, and now here they were. Rebekah had taken the towel off Caroline's hair, and her wet and very, very blue hair was tumbling down her back, deliberately out of her sight. 

"What is it, Beks?" Caroline chirped, a frown marring her forehead at Rebekah's reaction. "Do I look good as a redhead?" Right. Rebekah had told her she was going to dye it a dark shade of red, almost auburn, but not quite. However, somehow she'd gotten the bottles mixed up and now she had to figure out a way to wash it out before the baby vampire got a glimpse of it.

"Lovely, actually. Makes your freckles really pop." The youngest Original lied through her teeth.

"Thanks, Bekah. You know, nobody ever notices them, I mean I know they're more common with darker hair but-"

"Fucking hell, what happened to you, darling?" Kol exclaimed, strolling into Rebekah's room.

"Rebekah dyed it red. What do you think?" Caroline asked, giving him a beaming smile.

"Oh Rebekah most certainly did not-"

"Do a good enough job of making the colour really stand out. Perhaps we should wash it off and visit a hairdresser to do it properly? I know the perfect woman for it." Rebekah interjected, shooting her brother a death glare in warning.

"I want to get more opinions first. I mean, I haven't even seen it myself. Besides, I know you did good, Bekah, you always do when it comes to these things." Caroline encouraged kindly. Rebekah answered with a small smile in gratitude.

"Rebekah, have you seen Niklaus? I could have sworn I saw-" Elijah came in next, gaze drifting from his phone to Caroline and stopping dead in his tracks. "Miss Forbes. What a... creative choice." He stammered, too polite to tell her she resembled those cartoons Katherine lazily watched sometimes. What were they called, Spurfs?

"Aw, thanks 'Lijah. You think Klaus will like it?" The blue in her eyes shone hopefully, and he didn't have the heart to disappoint her.

"Well, I have yet to witness a day when my brother doesn't adore anything you do." Elijah answered carefully. She awarded him a winning smile and he left before he got even more entangled in whatever mess that was, much to the amusement of Kol, who snickered as he exited.

Caroline spun in her chair idly, waiting for permission from Rebekah to see her hair in the mirror but the blonde had had an indiscernible look on her face ever since she unveiled her, and she was currently staring at her as if she had a horn growing out of her head, so she figured it would be a long wait. She hummed to herself, lolling her head back and getting comfortable when she heard light footsteps approach the doorway.

"Bonnie!" Caroline jumped out of her seat, dropping the towel wrapped around her shoulders and racing across the room to envelop the witch in a hug. Except, when her hair flew in front of her from the impact, it was blue. Like blue blue. It couldn't have been more than two shades darker than the colour of her own eyes and she pulled away from Bonnie, horrified. Stalking to the mirror on the far wall of Rebekah's room, she let out a horrified shriek when she witnessed the full glory of her hair.

"Rebekah! My hair is blue! And not the kind of blue that's like, crazy but strangely working. It's like stupid blue. Like 'weren't you paying attention to the mirror before you left the salon' blue. I'm going to kill you!" The blue-haired girl lunged at Rebekah, only held back by a laughing Kol and a smirking Bonnie.

"I'll fix it," Rebekah offered, kind of scared by the look in her friend's eye.

"You won't be alive for that much longer!" Caroline threatened, trying to hoist herself over Kol's shoulder.

Downstairs, far from all the ruckus, Katherine passed Klaus the whisky, sighing exaggeratedly.

"Are you going to get that?" She questioned, pointing upwards.

"No," Klaus answered, pouring himself a healthy helping. He knew better than to interfere in a tiff between his sister and girlfriend. "And stop stalling. It's your turn." 

Katherine shrugged and added a few letters to the board, scoring a triple letter score. Living with family really was a struggle.