The Key

3

EDITED

I move silently towards the door of Stefan's bedroom and open it a crack. Perking my ears I listen to Damon and Stefan talk downstairs.

"So who's the lucky lady that gets to share a shower with Stefan Salvatore? I meant has been years since you've even brought anyone home," Damon's voice pierces through my body and I suck in a large gulp of air to steady myself.

I haven't heard his voice in forever, or that's what it feels like in my body.
It feels weird to be listening to it and not see his mouth create the words I'm hearing.

I hear a few foot steps, one of them walks a bit and stops.

"Damon, there was a wolf in the woods earlier. You and I both heard the howl," Stefan says, ignoring the question and jab that  Damon gave him about his personal life.

There's a pause.

"Yeah what about a wolf? Was it a werewolf?" Damon asks Stefan, his tone very cautious.

Stefan let's out a sigh, 

"Damon. It wasn't a werewolf. And it's not a full moon, you know that.."

He trails off, probably wanting Damon to catch onto what he's indicating.

There's another pause.

"No," Damon blurts out, his tone blunt.

"Damon-" Stefan starts to say but Damon cuts him off.

"NO. The little Lockwood is not back from the dead. There's no way. You're messing with me right Stef?" Damon questions, his voice filled with a slight panic.

"Damon...." Stefan trails off again.

I hear them both pause, probably listening for me. Waiting for me.

I take this as my cue to come downstairs and I open the door making it creak slightly. I step into the hallway and walk quietly down the carpeted floor to the stair case.
I hold the polished wooden hand rail and descend the stairs slowly, wanting to be slightly dramatic.

When I round the corner and face the living room in which the two brothers are standing in.

Damon's eyes meet mine.
Blue on brown.
This intense connection rises up between us.
Electric almost.

I sigh and maintain eye contact with the shocked Salvatore brother as I stop at the base of the stairs. 

In a flash of color Damon is in front of me, looking down at me, towering over me, staring deeply at me. He looks as handsome as ever, never aging sincere's a vampire and all.

"Debria..." he almost whispers my name, as if he cannot fathom that I'm here.

"It's me....in the flesh," I say quietly, my eyes searching his face, looking for any sign of emotion in his eyes.
And I see something flickering in the deep blue of his irises but it's gone one a blink.

"How in the world are you alive?" Damon asks me, stepping back from me to give me space.

"I would love to know the answer to that too, Damon," My response is filled with annoyance.

Stefan looks between us and stays silent, not sure how he should handle the situation.

"Have a nice life Damon, I'm done trying to be in it," Damon says this and narrows his eyes at me.

A sudden wave hits me, and my eyes snap closed. Throwing me backwards into a memory of me in New Orleans, telling Damon Salvatore off.

"Debria? Debria?" He calls to me as I keep walking.