chapter sixteen: devoured from the inside out.

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Time could be seen as a loose concept. It could go by in a heartbeat or it could drag on. Sometimes you want time to go fast and other times you want it to last as long as it possibly can.

In Skye's life she felt like everything was going too fast and too slow at the same time and it left her mind hazy and her thoughts in a jumbled mess. She guessed that was life. Or the one she was living at least.

The day after the party, what turned out to be more of a drug trip, she was exhausted.

When the werewolf venom had disappeared from her system, she had left her room, and only then, to find out Rebekah had experienced the same thing.

At least this made it easier to determine where it came from, the beer, and they had gotten rid of every single drop of the bitter liquid that had been left over.

Both her and Rebekah didn't talk about what they had seen, but they could both see the effect it had made on the other.

It wasn't hard to figure out how the werewolf venom had been mixed with the beer now that there was a hunter in town. How he got hold of the toxic was still a mystery though, but not one she was concerned with.

Because of her exhaustion she had decided to stay in bed until at least two o'clock, she was determined, while Rebekah had left to meet April Young at the grill.

Apparently, the girl had stayed around yesterday to clean up the house and she had been nice to her sister, which obviously meant Rebekah had made a new friend.

Skye hoped that April wouldn't get caught in the crossfire of the supernatural.

The rest of the day she spent cleaning up the rest of the house, her promise to give Nik a piece of her mind shoved to the background. After what happened last night, she wasn't really feeling like having that confrontation.

That wasn't the only thing that was bothering her though. Her mind couldn't stop wandering to a certain green-eyed vampire.

No matter how hard she tried, he kept her mind occupied. She knew this was self-destructive behavior and she hated that she was falling for a man she could never have, but butterflies fluttered in her belly, and it made her feel so damn good.

Skye had only been in love once in her life and that hadn't ended well. She wasn't prone to reliving that memory.

But being in love with someone was also the biggest thrill there was, because if we cease to believe in love, why would we want to live?


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Before she even entered the room, she knew it was going to be the most awkward dinner she ever attended.

The tension was palpable in the air and if she was being honest, she was tense too. A dinner with her siblings and her crush didn't seem like the best idea.

As soon as she entered the room, the heads of the people in it snapped towards her, not including the compelled girls serving the food (or blood), and Skye was forced to straighten her shoulders and tilt her chin up.

With confident strides she walked towards the chair next to her sister and Stefan, and she took a seat on the cold wooden surface.

Skye could feel her brothers' eyes burning into her head, but she refused to look at him and instead greeted the other people occupying the table.

'Rebekah, Stefan,' She gave them an appropriate nod that Rebekah returned with a grin, and that earned a small smile from Stefan.

Her lips twitched upwards, but when Nik's voice filled her ears, she was forced to snap her eyes to his and to press her lips in a thin line.

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