Bonnie's Theft

Chapter 8

"Those poor children," Bonnie said wiping at her eyes with a Kleenex. Thanks to her hormones and the constant need to have a good cry she was never to far without them. Damon had banned her from watching the news for this very reason.

"What did i tell you about watching the news?" Damon asked leaning over the couch and taking the remote from her hand.

"No don't turn it off. Its the children Mason killed."

Damon swallowed the lump in his throat as he peered at the screen. One by one the faces of the dead children flashed across the screen. Like a movie reel he saw their smiles as they laughed at their favorite cartoon and there cries as he teared into their throats. "I'm sorry."

"Baby, I see our little one is rubbing off on you too." Bonnie smiled reaching up and rubbing Damon's hands comfortingly. "I know that you probably wish you could have done more."

"No, I don't. I did enough." Damon snapped harsher than he intended as they flashed a picture of the loan surviving boy.

Bonnie glanced back at the screen. "Maybe, we should all go to the funeral and pay our respects."

"I think that would be a great idea." Caroline exclaimed carrying Emma in on her hip.

"Getting a bit morbid there, mate." Enzo chuckled carrying in her groceries. "Only you could find a reason to be chipper about going to a child's funeral."

Caroline frowned. "Go upstairs to your room and play, Ems." She kissed her little girl on the forehead before she ran up the stairs. "Thats not what I meant. I just meant like its our fault they were targeted in the first place. We should care enough to pay our respects for their grieving parents and pray for their souls."

Enzo looked at Damon and said what he was sure his mate was thinking. "Some of our prayers wont be heard."

"It doesn't hurt to try," Elena said appearing in the doorway. "I rushed over as soon as Caroline said you guys were finished."

"Tell me again why Stefan, didnt go with?" Damon asked glad for the distraction.

"They make parents volunteer for the after-school program. We did rock, paper, scissors for it and Stefan loss," said Caroline picking up the discarded bags and carrying them into the kitchen.

"So is this official. Does everyone want to go to the funeral?" Elena asked looking around at everyone.

"Sure," said Damon through gritted teeth.

"You don't have too. If it scares you," Bonnie mumbled so that only Damon could hear as she rubbed her stomach. Worried that his fear somehow stemmed from their own baby worries.

"No, I need to go."

"I'll call the station and get the details," said Elena noticing that they had already missed the information. Since the weather man was now on talking about the forecast. She left the living room and headed up the stairs for a little more quiet.

"Elena, wait -"

"I found away to track the angel," Alaric said breathlessly running into the room with Stefan on his heels. "We've been over thinking things."

"How so?" Caroline asked coming back into the kitchen after hearing all of the commotion.

"We're assuming because he's an angel that he has to be resting in some mystical angelic place. But we know of none in this plane or the next. So maybe thats not where he is."

"He has to hide in the shadows just like the rest of us," Stefan chipped in.

"I find it highly unlikely that will find this angel at the Four Seasons because if you look around this aint exactly hiding, mate." Enzo snorted.