to be or not to be » stefan salvatore

chapter fifteen: you feel like fading.

Skye would describe her hair as unruly and unmanageable, but all anyone else saw were the lustrous curls that bounced as she walked.

Now her hair was different though.

Her hair was cut till just below her collar bones, and her previously golden blonde hair was dyed a caramel brown.

She had wanted something different. She didn't want to be the person she was before. Skye wanted to be brave and bold and strong and curious and independent.

Everything she was not.

When she had gotten back to Elijah's apartment with a new hair style and four shopping bags, Kol almost had a heart attack.

He had complained about a waste of blonde curls, which only stopped when Skye gave him a biting remark.

After a quick shower she changed into more comfortable clothes and packed her bag with some necessities and her new clothes.

That was followed by joining Kol in the living room and popping in a movie.

That night she watched about three movies with Kol, him complaining the entire time, and then she told her brothers about her plans. It had been a couple of weeks since Skye had learned that Niklaus was still alive and now her joy had subsided, she was angry.

Her plan was received with resentfulness, but as soon as Skye promised that she would be back in a few days and that she would call every other day, they told her she could go.

A heartfelt goodbye and a few sarcastic comments later she was on the road, back to Mystic Falls.

...

When she arrived in Mystic Falls, an unexpected feeling washed over her. An overwhelming sense of rage made her breathless. Just the thought of Niklaus being only minutes away made her blood boil.

How dare he not tell her his plans of taking over Tyler's body? She thought he was dead, he let her believe he was dead. And for that she couldn't forgive him.

But once she crossed the border of Mystic Falls, she didn't only feel rage anymore. Somehow, she also felt nostalgia. She had made friends and acquaintances in this town.

Yes, there were plenty of people who didn't like her, and they were still wary of her, but she saw them as friends. Skye never had any real friends. She was always on the move, never being truly honest about who and what she was. Making friends was impossible when you lived the life she did. But the people here understood. Probably better than anyone else.

Rebekah had told her she moved out of their old house to get away from Klaus, so that's where Skye was planning on staying.

When she drove into the driveway of Rebekah's house, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. Her family had a thing for theatrics.

The house was huge with pillars lining the front of the two-story house. It wasn't as big as Klaus his mansion, but it was certainly too spacious for only one person. Or ten.

Skye parked her car, a silver Bentley, on the stretching driveway and cut of her engine.

Rebekah's car was nowhere to be seen, so Skye assumed she was still at school. With her slender fingers she fished her phone out of her pocket and dialed her sister while leaning against her car.

After five rings she picked up.

'Skye! Are you there yet?' Rebekah's perky voice balked over the line. A twitch of her lips upward had her swallowing her snarky remark about a closed-door.