to be or not to be » stefan salvatore

chapter twelve: bury the light that lingers.

Flashes of shadows and blood and glimmering silver took over her dreams, and she was sure that every limb of her body was frozen and terrified.

She drifted from consciousness to unconsciousness, or at least it felt like that.

Voices filled her ears, but they were muffled and one moment she could hear what they were saying and the next she felt like she was drowning.

Like water filled her ears and her mouth and her nose and she choked, and she choked, and she choked.

She knew exactly what was happening without really knowing, without understanding.

She knew she had blacked out after she had felt like every nerve in her body was set on fire, she couldn't help it, the pain was too sharp and the words and scenes flashing in front of her eyes were too bright.

Her scream was the last noise she had made before her whole world became engulfed in darkness.

...

The people who were in the room with her had no idea what happened, and they tried everything to wake her up.

She didn't.

If it weren't for her shallow breaths and her slowly beating heart, they would have thought she was dead.

Her brother had laid her on a table in the classroom while Bonnie kept trying to break the boundary spell.

After Niklaus had heard that his mother was blocking the young witch with immense power, he knew exactly where she was. They had sent the humans, Jeremy and Matt, to the cemetery to stop whatever plan she had to kill them now.

When Bonnie finally broke the spell, he had wanted to go to the cemetery immediately, but his concern for his little sister made that impossible.

Without thinking about the latest happenings, he brought her to his house and laid her in her own bed.

The others hadn't protested, but Stefan had said that Skye had her bag packed and had been ready to leave.

At that he had pursed his lips and just flashed away with his sister in his arms.

When he was certain that Skye was safe, he went to pick up Esther's body, that bitch was finally taken care of, and put her in a coffin and told her ghost, wherever she was, that she could never take him down and that he won.

He had undaggered Rebekah, and now all he had left to do was pack up his house and leave Mystic Falls with the doppelgänger.

He was just going to take Skye with him, if she wanted or not.

He was her brother, and she was going to listen to him.

...

The soft sheets she woke up to were familiar and the smell that infiltrated her nose was floral.

Her room at the boarding house smelled musty and humid.

So where was she then?

On command her eyelids fluttered open and rays of sunlight glistened in the air, her eyes adjusting to the white colors of the walls and the king-sized bed she was occupying.

Her brain was still a bit fuzzy, so she had to rack her brain to place where she was.

She frowned when she realized she was laying on her bed at home. After all this, she still felt like calling it her home.