•"Do you have any clue at all how rare love is?
Where you experience something so completely wonderful, that if it was to be taken from you, life would be unendurable.
I think that when you love someone and they love you in return you are uniquely d...
After a few minutes of sniffing around me I realize exactly where I am. I am near the quarry by Mystic Falls.
I let out a large groan of annoyance and bare my wolf teeth slightly at the fact I'm near my hometown.
Sighing deeply, my big furry chest puffing out slightly, I start walking through the forest towards town.
I step over fallen trees and leap over large rocks. This feels so insane. To be alive again. I forgot how good it felt to feel like this.
After my brutal death, I found peace with the darkness that was around me. I knew that it wasn't real. But this was what afterlife gifted me, peace within myself.
But now that I'm alive again, my heart longs for something else. Although I cannot wrack my brain to figure out what it is that I long for.
I don't even quite remember how I died.
I hear rustling behind me, and the wind swishing in a sound that only a vampire speeding around could make.
I stop dead in my tracks, a growl building up in my throat to scare off whoever it was.
I hear a step into the soft ground behind me to my right, and I whip around to face whomever it is.
My eyes widen in even more shock.
"Debria...?" Stefan Salvatore whispers, his voice in complete awe of the fact I'm standing as a wolf in front of him.
I take a deep breath and in a second I'm standing on two feet again instead of four. I'm still damp but no longer soaking wet, my hair drips a little down my shoulders.
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"Hey Stefan," I say softly and I play with my fingers in front of me.
He steps towards me and I take a step back.
"We heard you died. Klaus had a huge memorial down in New Orleans for you. How the hell are you alive?" Stefan asks me.
My heart beats quicker. What does he mean New Orleans? Did I die down there? I don't remember that. All I remember is planning to leave Mystic Falls, since Damon was in love with Elena too.
I rub my forehead hard to remember but come up blank.
"I don't....I don't....I," I stutter and I look up at Stefan's face, tears welling in my eyes.
Stefan seems a little taken aback by my sudden lack of words and his face grows soft with pity,
