to be or not to be » stefan salvatore

chapter six: everything tastes like blood.

The day started out fine without lots of trouble.

Skye was asked to join Rebekah on her quest of finding out more about the White Oak, which she politely declined. What she meant by politely was mumbling 'Go away' to Rebekah while she was sprawled out on her bed.

The day before had been spend watching classic movies which she apparently had to see to understand modern life. She had been locked up in a room with the curtains closed for hours and afterwards she had felt so lazy that she chose not to leave the house at all. It had been relaxing, somehow.

Most everything about the 21st century was still a mystery to her, but she learned more with every passing day.

At around one o'clock she got dragged out of bed by her brother, even though she protested the entire time.

He just told her 'to suck it up' and get her lazy ass out of bed. So, she obeyed and took a much-needed shower and scrubbed her leftover make-up off her face.

After that she felt refreshed and most of her anger was washed away. She needed to stop moping around and make the best of it. If she wanted to have friends, then she had to prove she was worth their friendship.

So, when she got a text later that day from Bekah who asked for her help, she accepted.

Turned out that the files about the logging mills were owned by the Salvatore's around the 1900's, the time when the descendant of the White Oak was presumably cut according to her sister.

Rebekah needed her help with interrogating the Salvatore brothers because her sister thought they would be more willingly to talk if Skye was with. She had no idea why her sister had that idea, but it didn't hurt to try.

That was why she was at the Mystic Grill being pulled into the lady's room by her sister. Skye rolled her eyes at the action but followed.

Rebekah made sure no one was in the bathroom with them and then turned towards her.

'Look who finally got out of bed.'

'Well, you sounded like you needed my help.'

Rebekah cocked her hip and looked at her sister sternly. Skye sighed and made a motion for her to tell her the plan.

'I tried subtly asking them about the records of the logging mills, but they weren't so adamant to talk to me. Can't say I blame them, but it's annoying. So, now you get to swoop in and be the sweet little girl you are and get them to talk.'

A scoff left Skye her lips, and now she was the one cocking her hip and staring at her sister in disbelief, 'So, you want to play 'Good cop, bad cop'?'

That was one of the references from the movies of the day before. She liked to think she applied it quite well.

Rebekah rolled her eyes, but nodded her head and took Skye's arm, pulling her out of the bathroom. She let go, straightened her jacket and put on a charming smile.

Skye just looked at her in amusement and then marched up herself to the Salvatore's. Damon was playing darts while Stefan was casually lounging against the table.

Before the dart could hit the board, Skye caught it and twirled it around in between her fingers. It added to the dramatics and Damon seemed to be annoyed by her little act.

Rebekah walked up beside her and commented on the conversation they were having only moments before.

'That's a bit sexist. A woman could easily kill a man, with the right motivation.'

Skye nodded her head and smiled sweetly. Damon just cocked an eyebrow.

'You just—uh—don't give up, do you?' said Stefan, gazing at them both. Stefan looked sour and Skye immediately felt bad for him. That didn't stop Rebekah from being mean to him though.