to be or not to be » stefan salvatore

chapter thirteen: the flowers of myself.

'You're not serious, are you?' Skye Mikaelson asked in all sincerity, disbelief heavy on her tongue.

Tense silence from the other side of the line followed. The blonde sighed begrudgingly, hand moving to grip her nose between her fingers. This conversation was giving her a headache.

'You can't expect me to watch Elena after everything they did to our brother, Elijah,' Skye eventually replied, not being happy with his orders in the slightest.

Her brother had called her after she had picked herself up from the ballroom floor, and she had taken a shower.

Apparently, Elena needed some sort of protection from Alaric, and her friends couldn't provide it for her, seeing Stefan and Damon were dragging Klaus his body off to God knows where.

'You just have to be there until I arrive,' he explained patiently.

'How do you even know that they are going to agree with our terms?' Skye questioned her brother.

'Elena will do what's right.'

Skye pursed her lips. She didn't get the unlimited faith Elijah seemed to have in Elena.

Yes, she liked the girl too, at least before Klaus got desiccated, but she didn't have all the faith of the world in her.

'When I come knocking on that door, they'll probably think I'm going to kill them. And trust me, that's something that's on my mind,' She growled the last part.

She heard Elijah sigh from the other end of the line.

'You won't kill them. That is not who you are. You would never have let them take Niklaus otherwise.'

That made Skye cringe. She knew she was a bad sister but hearing it from Elijah made it worse.

She hated herself for not doing anything to preserve Klaus his body, but her soul was just too important to her. Nik wasn't exactly dead anyway.

If they could get his body back, they could revive him.

That thought made her guilt lessen a bit.

'You know me too well. Fine, I will help protect Elena until you get there, but don't expect me to be careful with my words,' she spat eventually.

'Thank you,' Elijah breathed out in relief.

'No worries,' Skye sighed.

It was silent for a moment, before Elijah's gentle voice came crackling through the phone again.

'Are you okay?'

It was a loaded question.

Was Skye okay? She still hadn't had any idea why she blacked out that night at the school and her mind was consumed by grief and guilt. So, was she okay?

She could still talk and walk and be mad and be calm and yell and cry and smile. But was that being okay?

'Ask me that again when you get here.'

...

Her knuckles rapped against the wooden door as a blank expression had taken master of her face.

Before she had left the house to go to Elena, she got dressed in some proper clothing for the weather, consisting of a dark blue top, blackish jeans and a leather jacket.

Usually she didn't dress in such dark colors, but she thought it was appropriate under the circumstances.

The door opened, and Skye was met with the baby blue eyes of Matt Donovan. That's good. She loathed him less. The person in question looked shocked to see her there and he immediately went rigid.