to be or not to be » stefan salvatore

chapter nineteen: i turned softness into knife.

Delicate fingers held fluffy feathers, while trying not to get annoyed by the single stray of hair falling in front of her face.

Not moving even an inch, knowing that the feathers were incredibly light and would float away at the gentlest gust of wind, she let her eyes roam around the room with bustling people.

Everyone was busy with preparations for the Miss Mystic Falls pageant and Caroline, of course, was ordering them around.

This was how she got roped into helping with the decorations. Skye didn't particularly mind this, but there were more important things she could be doing right now.

Like freaking out about participating.

The girl had been woken up by a screeching Caroline Forbes, who demanded to know why Skye hadn't told her she was on this list of participators.

It had been a complete surprise for the Original herself. It turned out that Rebekah had compelled a few people to get her in the pageant without her knowledge.

If her sister wasn't already laying in a box, Skye would've daggered her herself.

She wasn't looking forward to making a complete fool of herself. Caroline seemed certain she could win, but Skye wasn't so sure. There was nothing special about her.

At least not special enough to win a damn pageant.

Caroline had showed her some pictures of the other contestants and each one of them seemed like a better fit than her.

A few feathers slipped from her grasp and fluttered down to the floor. Eyes traveling down, an annoyed sigh left her pink lips, making the stray of hair detach itself from her face for merely a second, before landing in front of her eyes again.

Bending down to pick up the fluffy pieces, more feathers fell out of her arms.

Scrunching up her nose in pure annoyance, Skye needed to take deep breaths to calm herself. This was not how she had planned to spend her morning.

When she finally had the last feather picked up, a familiar voice filled her ears and she almost dropped all the feathers again.

'Oh, I'm not depressed. I just want to rip into someone's artery and feed until I can't breathe anymore.'

Subtly brushing her hair behind her ear, she turned her head slightly to the conversation.

From the corners of her eyes she saw Caroline moving around, phone pressed to her ear.

'Well, you can't. As your sober sponsor, I am not going to let that happen. Try and sublimate,' The blonde advised the person on the other end of the line.

There was a thick silence for a moment, before a voice muttered into the receiver, 'She said she has feelings for Damon.'

This time all the feathers did fall out of her arms, and Skye barely heard Caroline's answer.

'What?! She can't have feelings for Damon! He's... Damon. And you're... you. And I'm - revolted. You know, I'm gonna talk to her. I'm going to shake some sense into her clearly diseased brain.'

Elena Gilbert had feelings for Damon Salvatore. It came as more of a shock to her than it should have.

Of course, she had known something was there, but in her mind, Stefan had always been the better choice. It hadn't even been a choice in her mind.

Caroline seemed to have the same train of thought she seemed to have, if her reaction was anything to go by. Stefan just was the better boyfriend; no-one could deny that.