Bonnie's Theft

Chapter 4

"It's your lucky day mate," said Enzo pulling a sluggish Damon from the back seat of his car. "Look what I found you. A slumber party."

"Their children," stammered Damon looking through the window of one of the children's bedrooms of a small ranch style home and seeing six little girls planted in front of the tv like mindless zombies watching some cartoon. Damon and Enzo stood across the street making sure they went unnoticed as they faded into the shadows.

"No worries, mate you're not going to drain them," said Enzo licking his lips in anticipation. "But I thought for a change that we try some virgin blood to cure what ails you."

"Drunk college students and ravers don't exactly scream pure and innocent," laughed Damon jabbing his friend in the gut.

"So pick your poison? We compel the parents to let us in. We wait until they all fall asleep and sneak into their rooms like their favorite nightmare or we slaughter them all."

Damon watched as the little girls laughed and clapped their hands enthusiastically. They appeared to be the same age as Stefan's little girl. His niece. "I'm not slaughtering anyone."

"Perfectly, understood after all if Bonnie ever found out I'm sure you would hate to have to admit that you killed children. Especially with the little bun in the oven," said Enzo.

"Don't talk about her right now. Don't even mention the baby," sneered Damon his eyes changing even as they spoke. It was like he could smell their blood even from where he stood. The smell of strawberries and roses. He lumbered with heavy breath toward the window.

"You're not looking that good, mate," said Enzo noticing his friends slumped shoulders and slow labored trot.

"It hurts," he said clutching at his back feebly.

"You're looking more like the hunchback of Notre dame by every minute," said Enzo using his super speed to make it to the door before Damon came into full view of the window. He rung the doorbell glancing quickly at his friend. He looked pale even by vampire standards.

"Hello," said a tall brunette with a towel in her hand.

"Invite me in," said Enzo. "I'm your friend."

"Come in. It's nice to see you again," she said ushering him into the foyer. "I'm sorry. I don't remember where I know you from."

Just then a shriek pierced the air. "Right, got to speed this up love." He grabbed onto the ladies shoulders and told her that for the next hour she was going to ignore the girl's screams they were just watching a scary movie that your daughter snuck into the party. You'll go up and put on a cartoon later. Do not come upstairs until then and forget that I was ever here. Go back to whatever you were doing before."

"Honey, whats wrong with the girls!" Asked a big heavy set man who came barreling in from the living room into the hallway. Walking right past his wife. "Who the hell are you?"

"I wasn't here. The girls are just watching a scary movie. You'll go and change it in an hour. Let them have their bit of fun. Everything will be fine." He used his considerable speed to make it up the hallway. To see a boy of about twelve standing in the doorway to the little girls room. In superman pajamas a puddle of yellow urine pooling on the tan carpet. The smell was pungent and it made even Enzo gag. He walked over to the child and placed his hands over his eyes. "Anyone ever tell you that watching is bad? What are you doing, mate?"

"I'm still in pain. My scars are on fire right now," said Damon his words coming out as almost a growl.

Enzo shook his head genuinely disturbed at the news. "What do you need me to do?"

"Turn your back."

"Come on mate. We've been through worse. We're in this together," begged Enzo.

"I know that. That's why I'm asking you to turn around. I'm going to drain them."

Enzo looked down at the boy in his hands who appeared to be in shock. "We've both done things in our lives that we are not proud of. I'd follow you into hell. But i'm afraid that this one you may hate me for later."

"I have been to hell," he said stepping over the limp bodies of little girls splayed across the floor. "I just need not to hurt anymore. Hand him over."

Enzo looked down at the boy and thought better of it backing out of the room. "Drain them. I'll think of something to hide the bodies. But don't touch this one."

Damon snorted. "Enzo the savior."

"You must have me confused with someone else," he glanced towards the stairs glad that he had taken care of the parents. "I just know a smart move when I see it. You're about to take their daughter and every daughter in this neighborhood. There going to need him."

Damon looked down at the boy and quickly diverted his fangs into the soft neck of his first victim. Taking her life.

Enzo looked at the little boy and wiped his memory. "Go down stairs. You heard the girls scream and you wet your self. You didnt see anyone and you don't know what happened to them. Ask your mom and dad for lots of hugs and kisses." Enzo watched as the little boy scurried down the stairs. He stood up straight swallowing the knot forming in his throat. Damon wasn't the only one who was going to have to keep this secret from Bonnie. He could never tell Elena. She'd never forgive him. "How the bloody hell are we going to hide this from Stefan?"

"Let me handle my snooping brother. I got to get back to Bonnie. Take care of the bodies for me," said Damon swinging open the door.

They heard some footsteps at the bottom of the stairs.

"Out threw the window," said Enzo knocking over a few lamps in the girls room as he went.

"Shoot, how are we going to fix this now?" asked Damon already by the car.

The devastated wails from the parents piercing the veil of the quiet neighborhood. "Let's get out of here. Before the whole bloody neighborhood knows what we look like."

They pulled up in front of their house already hearing the mumbles of everyone in side in deep discussion.

"You got us into this, mate. Figure out away to get us out," said Enzo clutching the steering wheel hard. Almost afraid to go into the house and approach the glare he was sure was coming from Elena and the others.

"The Angel did it."

Enzo laughed. "That's the best you could do."

Damon smirked. "He did it for the same reason we did it. He needed pure, virgin blood to gain enough strength to attack the witch again. This time he went after the children. After all it is the innocent who must fall in the battle of good versus evil."

Enzo nodded. "That just might work, but you're giving them just the reason they need to go after this thing."

Damon stepped out of the car and headed for the front door. "It doesn't matter. We're just going to steer clear of the whole thing."

"What are we avoiding?" asked Stefan opening the front door to greet his brother and his wayward best friend.

Damon looked back at Enzo before pushing past Stefan. "I was wondering how I could avoid telling the girls what we found out about this new development about their Angel."