Begin Again

Chapter Six

Here's CH.6. It's a fairly long update and it also has a flashback in it. I think that I will be adding a lot of flashbacks in this story, just like I did for One and Only. But, not just ones of Stefan and Elena. Maybe a few of the other characters as well!

Anyways, Enjoy and thanks so much for reading!

CHAPTER SIX- Begin Again

Elena's P.O.V.

I can hear his voice in my head, his screams that send shivers down my spine. Yet, when I close my eyes all I can really see is his face. He's covered in blood from his head all the way down to half of his upper body. His clothing is torn and he's got a huge gash seeping blood from his leg. He's got soot marks all over his legs, arms and face and in the background, I could tell that he barely made it out alive from the burning explosion.

"Elena, help me...Please, baby. You have to help me!" He begs me, watching as I make my way towards him. My small frame is wearing what was supposed to be my wedding dress. Although, all the white and once beautiful fabric is covered with black soot and his own blood staining it. My hands are shaking when I approach him, my eyes are blurred by the tears in them and right when I reach out to help him, to save him for the warehouse fire. Stefan collapses in my arms and he stops breathing, everything around us goes white and I hear his last words, the last name upon his bloodied lips, is mine.

"No, No, No..Please...you need to stay with me. Please, Stay!" I scream out into the stillness of our bedroom, gasping for air and clutching my chest and quickly realizing where I am. It's another night, another one of these damn dreams that I haven't been able to shake, since what seems like forever ago. Since our lives were turned upside down.

"Hey, it's okay. Elena! Look at me! Sweetheart, look at me!" Stefan utters in a panicked tone, running out of our walk in closest with his pants on and a white think tank top, watching as I start crying hysterically. His frantic pleas and his hands seem to jolt me out of the trance I have, out of my nightmares and the darkness that still seems to linger almost every night since I've closed my eyes in the last few days and I seem to be the only person who remembers why these dreams have always been so reoccurring around this time.

My eyes are filled with tears spilling over my cheeks as I wrap my arms around his neck, burying my face into the curve of it when I sob against my husband's chest. The words that come out of my mouth are barely there, barely even heard by him when I say "You died, in my arms..You died all over again and there was nothing I could do to save you, there was-."

"Shh..It's okay. It's okay. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. I promised, remember?" He comfirms, gently pushing me away from him when he hears me sniffle and I exhale deeply.

"I don't hate your job. I just hate that you put your life on the line to save people all the time. I know that you love it and it's so selfish of me to hate that you help people. It's selfish and childish of me. But, we need you here too, Stefan. I need you here, too." I mumble out of nowhere, trying to catch my breath when I feel Stefan pull me towards him again, his skin is warm and his hands are gently rubbing small circles against my back when he kisses the top of my head and says nothing, just holds me for a while in the silence of our bedroom.

It takes a moment, maybe a few minutes actually before either of us opens their mouths to speak and when we do, it's Stefan that talks first.

"I know. I know that this isn't what we thought I'd be doing when I came back home. But, you need to understand that I'm safe. This isn't a crazy revenge plot against us, Elena. This isn't Matt, Katherine or Klaus trying to tear us apart. It's just a job that I was trained to do and that's familiar to me. And, that I won't give up. I mean, I can't just work these part time smaller jobs every day. It's not enough money and now with Aiden. It's just, I need to make enough money for the both of us until you can start working again." Stefan explains, rubbing his hand against my arm when he pushes back from me and I watch as he takes his finger and places it under my chin, lifting up my face so that our eyes are locked on each other's intense gaze.