AU a couple years post 3x03.
Pairings at start: Bonnie/Jeremy, Elena/Damon, Tyler/Caroline/Matt, && Rebekah/Stefan/Katherine
Summary: It has been said that key moments in our lives will forever define us, and lead us to the path that will take us to our eventual destination but your losing your memory now and your roadmap shift to where you were always meant to be. Steroline.

Long Road Home
by
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Chapter One: Little Boy Lost, Little Boy Found

Feet clumsily carry the eternal teenager forward as he stumbles over the rough terrain of the Virginian forest. Branches snap beneath his feet as he moves deeper into the woods. Deeper, deeper, deeper until he no longer hear the sounds that coincided with that of the chase, he ran. Then he stops, huffing and puffing like an obese chain-smoker running a marathon on a whim.

In all his years as a vampire, and the seventeen prior did he remember feeling this miserable. A visibly shaking hand forces back sweat-drenched locks previously matted down against his forehead as gorgeous green eyes search the forest for those responsible for his current state.

His current state… they'd certainly made a mess of him. The constant wretched prickling of his skin from his vervain shower and an absolutely unbearable explosion of pain ravaging his chest from an array of torture devices are proof of that. A phantom creak, possibly a snapping branch, sends fear tearing through his heart and his feet into overdrive desperately trying to carry him in the opposite direction.

Feet react faster than his mind causing a displacement of weight and already heavy legs send him off balance; he didn't stand a prayer. Muscular, jean-clad legs stumble forward sending him crashing into the woman of skinny stature.

Girl: Ow! Hey, watch it!

Even in a shriek-like fashion the voice has a touch of sweet femininity that appeals to the Ripper's ears. As he drowns in silky blonde spirals the scent of vanilla cinnamon, bodies tangle in a mixture of old faded blue jeans and a summer dress. Finger nails scratch into his back as if trying to get a grip and throw him off and he hisses in pain desperately summoning the strength to roll away from the battling brunette.

Ragged, shaky breaths are expelled as he struggles to take the necessary steps to get air into his chest. Emerald irises travel up the length of curvy, long legs and continue upward until their eyes lock. Her eyes make the stars look dull by comparison. The shimmery halos of blue surrounding her pupils remind him of the halos angels wear atop their heads. Come to think of it, if he were to look up the word angel in the dictionary, he would surely find the image of the mystery girl exactly as she appears before him in this very moment, her mere presence embodying every meaning of the word.

Loose platinum blonde spirals of hair are perfectly sculpted to compliment her angelic face. Those lips are a taste of perfection, equally sensual and soft. Her tall slender figure is accentuated by the soft yellow summer dress which highlights her peaches n' cream complexion.

She is a vision, one that seems to be blurring as darkness pulls at the edge of his consciousness. As she reverts to blurred contours and the world slips away; words reverberating in his mind until he falls into the blackness.

Caroline: My God, Stefan… Stefan, can you hear me? It's me Caroline. Stefan..? Stefan!

So there you have it the first exciting installment of Long Road Home (LRH).
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