Okay I know I started another story, but here me out,... Okay so I don't have a real excuse, but you'll love this especially if you like Slave for You. This is kindda what that idea started out as and I just couldn't let it go. So please read and review.


Damon lived his life by the books. The rules he played by were looser, but still he followed by the letter. Damon is what modern times deems a trafficker. He was in the people business mainly kids, but every now and then a older gentleman or gentlewoman would spend a few days at his place until they were sold to the highest bidder, or their flight arrangements were made. He told his nosey neighbors he was a foster parent to keep them from prying too much. He was a devout Catholic and pillar of the community so no one questioned him or his actions. Except this particular day when an unusual bit of cargo was dropped off.

"Damon I've been waiting out here for an hour. You said you were ten minutes away when you were on the phone with Tyler," Mason Lockwood yelled at him.

"You're right I said I was ten minutes away, but not that I'd be here in ten minutes," Damon yelled.

Tyler laughed from the passenger side of their van. The Lockwoods' were the muscle of the operation. They were the ones that did the kidnapping and moving. The Salvatores on the other hand were the law. They handled all the logistics were people would go, how they would get there, and of course new identities for everyone when the time came. There was, however, another crucial part of the puzzle, the Mikaelsons. They provided connections and fronted money to get things moving. They were the costumer service they dealt most directly with big buyers. The three families worked together like a well oiled machine. They ran the largest human trafficking company in the Americas and their sells and connections stretched the globe several times over.

"We have some steep orders for you today," Mason said looking uneasy.

"Great," Damon said as he opened the Iron Gate so they could drive up to the house. The Salvatore Boarding House was the prettiest in all of Henry, Georgia. Damon remember the first time he saw it. He thought it fitting that something so beautiful belong to the ugliest people in the world. Damon wasn't born into the Salvatore family, but he certainly earned his keep. Damon had been taken by mistake with his sister one summer afternoon. They were at Disney World of all places and they had ran off to get on Space Mountain. Somehow they got separated and by the time he found his sister two guys were dragging her off. Damon faught the guys off pretty well for a six year old, but he was soon knocked unconscious and taken too.

His sister Isobel did everything she could to help Damon, but no one wanted a hot tempered little boy. They were runaway hazards. Isobel finally found away to get Giuseppe Salvatore to take Damon in as his ward. Giuseppe's wife had just died giving birth to their twins Caroline and Stefan, so Damon would be a playmate and caretaker to them both.

"You remember that nosy cop Rudy Hopkins?" Mason asked as they went to the cargo in the back of the van.

"Yeah are these more kids from the house in Virginia?" Damon asked.

"Yeah, but there's a teen girl in there and Giuseppe needs her checked out," Tyler said with a wink.

"Are you serious?" Damon asked. Giuseppe promised Damon his days of sex trafficking were over years ago, but that didn't stop him from holding girls for their much older husbands.

"She's a looker so you might have to you know," Mason added. The rule on sex salves is virgins stay pure for the buyer, and if the flower had been plucked you take her for a test drive. One to keep her cowering in the corner, and two to talk up her abilities for sale.

"I'm sure she's pure as snow if she came from Mystic Falls its not like anything happens there."

"Nothing happens there I'm glad we're not going back anymore," Tyler said making the two older men laugh.

"Let's see who we got," Damon said as he opened the back. There were three in this shipment they were all huddled together in the back. The older girl looked up at Damon and did something he'd never experienced before in a slave. She looked him square in the eye. Damon took a deep breath and said, "Hey guys I'm Damon and you'll be staying with me for a little while."

The little girl looked up at Damon and he smiled at her. He was used to hanging around little kids. That's what he did for a living. "Ciao giovane donna come stai?" Just as he thought the little girl laughed at him and he got the boy's attention.

"Why do you talk funny?" the little boy asked lifting his head off of the teen's lap.

"Peter," the older girl warned.

"It's okay that was Italian," Damon smiled.

"What did you say?" the girl asked.

Damon walked closer to the girl and whispered it in her ear. "Now you can't tell anyone okay, it's our secret," Damon said and smiled as the girl agreed.

"That's not fair!" Peter huffed and puffed.

"I'm sorry little dude, but how about this," Damon said pulling a huge lollipop from behind Peter's ear.

"Wow thanks. Look at what I got," Peter said teasing the little.

"Hey, Peter be nice girls don't like show offs," Damon warned.

"Well if the pot ain't calling the kettle black," Mason mused from behind Damon.

"Don't you guys wanna get out and get away from these losers?" Damon asked.

The little ones were intrigued by Damon enough to follow him, but the older girl made sure to stay close behind. He could tell them getting separated was going to be a huge problem.

Tyler loved having kids over. It was the only time he actually got to act like the big kid he was and play in the backyard tree house. "Hey guys you wanna come play in the back?" Tyler said than ran around back. The kids looked at each other and then they raced after Tyler.

"Please tell me you're taking him back with you," Damon begged as Mason rounded the van to get back inside.

"Come on you know how much Ty loves spending time with the kids."

"That's because he's not much smarter, or anymore mature then them."

"Hey I'll be back around in three days the girl is going to Manhattan than," Mason reasoned with him.

"And god so help me if you leave your nephew here after that," Damon warned.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah-whatever," Mason said as he put his shades on and drove away. His car came to a screeching halt and he sped back. "My bad dude here's their stats," Mason said giving Damon three folders. Stats were little bios of each slave with were they came from and things people should know about them. Every Trader and owner kept a record of their slaves' activities.

Tyler was chasing Peter and the little girl around while the teen sat in the grass and watched. Damon sat on the patio and read over their stats. Peter was 4'6" 75 lbs with dark blonde hair and light brown eyes. Already Damon knew one of them fucked up. Peter's eyes were blue and he was chucky and short so either his weight or height was wrong. Damon was sure it had to be the height. Most of his ten year olds barely push 4'3". Damon made his correction and wrote down a couple observations. Then it was on to Mia. Mia's bio seemed right probably because they were just holding her. Mia reminded Damon of his sister Isobel. She had the same dark hair and deep brown eyes. Damon never stopped missing his sister after she was sold,but thanks to her deal with Giuseppe they wrote and visited each other often. Then it was on to Bonnie Bennett. She was a pretty little thing. Damon nearly choked when the file had here down as 21 that had to be a mistake, she barely looked 18. "These idiots can't do anything right." Damon walked over to Bonnie and he noticed her straighten her spin and tense. He hated when they were afraid of him. It was always the older ones and it pissed him off. He wasn't the enemy and he knew how it felt. This was a hell of a lot better than were they could've been or will end up. "Hi Bonnie, I'm Damon" he said as he sat next to her. Bonnie didn't say anything. "I know that you're afraid but I'm not going to hurt you guys."

"You're right you're not because I know you can't. I know this is a holding house and I know you're not allowed to harm or mark us until we're sold. I follow UN news."

This was going to be tough. Damon wanted to ring her pretty little neck just to prove her wrong. However, the little witch was right and there was only one thing he could do. Kill her with kindness. "So you do know I don't want to hurt you."

"What do you want?" Bonnie asked. Damon was already pissing her off and there was very little he could do to turn the situation around.

"How old are you?"

Not this again. If they asked her, her age again she was going to kill someone. " Look if you guys don't believe me put whatever you want, but I'm pretty sure I know when I was born. You know-sense I was there and you weren't," she yelled at him.

Damon took a deep breath in. She was really tap dancing on his last good nerve. "Look Bratty I wish you weren't here almost as much as you don't want to be here. Unfortunately, we don't always get what we want. I'm gonna tell you right now, that funky attitude of yours is not attractive and not going to make this experience any easier on you. So stop being a pain in my ass, before I put a pain on yours," the only other adult Damon ever talked to like that was Tyler and it was questionable if he even was an adult. "Am I making myself clear young lady?"

"Crystal," Bonnie said turning her attention back to the kids. They had been terrified and begging to go home for the entirety of their journey together. Bonnie really had no idea was day it was or how long she was in that van. All she knew was she never wanted to get back in that thing.

"Good. I really am sorry you have to endure this."

Bonnie looked up at him as he watched Mia and Peter run away from Tyler. He seemed really torn. That was probably the wonderful thing about Damon he wore his emotions loud and proud. You could read him like an open book. Bonnie on the other hand either looked content or pissed regardless of what she was truly feeling.

After a while of watching everyone play Damon got up and headed for the house. "Where are you going?" Bonnie asked. She kind of liked the company even though they never really talked.

"I have to make dinner," Damon called back.

Bonnie didn't mean to but she snorted out a laugh. There was no way in hell this pretty boy could cook. Bonnie eyed him up and down, "You...Cook?" Bonnie said once she stood.

"Girls love to eat food almost as much as I love to eat them," he teased wiggling his brow.

"You're disgusting," Bonnie sighed with a roll of the eye.

"I know," Damon whispered.

"You mind if I help you?" Bonnie asked.

"How many times am I going to have to tell you I can cook before you believe me," Damon said mocking her.

"Just go to the kitchen," she said with a push.

Bonnie really was amazed she had never expected Damon to be so meticulous about his kitchen. It reminded her of her Grams. Nothing in her life was going to be the same after this moment. She didn't feel like she was in immediate danger from Damon, but she was quickly learning looks could be deceiving. "What are you making?" Bonnie asked amazed by the way Damon chopped the carrots into perfectly proportioned circles at the speed of light.

"Chicken stir fry," Damon said never taking his eyes off the fire.

"You really think they're going to eat that?" Bonnie asked. She defiantly wouldn't claim to be a parenting expert, but if years of babysitting taught her anything it was that kids were picky eaters.

"I know what I'm do," he smiled up at her.

"Well I hope you have mac 'n' cheese and chicken nuggets on reserve bause you're going to need them."

"One Peter is lactose intolerant and two I've been doing this for longer that you've been born.

"You're like a year or two older than me," Bonnie objected.

"But of course. Point is I do this for a living I know how to handle kids, and we don't eat processed or hormone injected food in this house hold. Everything's fresh and organic."

"Mother knows best," Bonnie shrugged.

"I'm dad and I do," he said giving her a stern look.

"Whatever you say mom," Bonnie teased

"Dad it's dad, I'm dad," Damon said flustered with the little twit.

Bonnie decided to help with the salad since it was the only thing Damon would let her touch. "Let me help you," Damon whispered in her ear from behind. He held her wrist and guided the knife. "Make a sorta fist thing like this so you don't chop your fingers off," he said bending her fingers. "Let the knife guide you. You go down with the pint. Good, and it's a rocking motioning," Damon directed.

"Wow, you are a mom," Bonnie laughed.

"Hey," Damon warned. "Call me dad, or I'll send you to your room without dinner," Damon teased.

Bonnie turned to face him. "You'd really torture me like that?" she questioned him. "Or do you really suck a cooking and don't want me to find out?"

Damon looked down at the petite beauty before him. He could feel her body gently press against his, and it happened. He got a stiff one for Judgey-know-it-all Bonnie. "You can try the stir-fry if you want. I'm gonna go get the kids," Damon said backing away from her.

"Okay, I'll set the table," Bonnie agreed.

"We eat dinner in the dining room, and plates are in the cabinet over your head," he informed her as he left the room.

"Children it's time to eat dinner," Damon yelled.

"Do we have to go in?" Tyler asked.

"Dude?" Damon warned.

"You're such a party pooper," Tyler mumbled under his breath as he walked into the house. Damon gave him a smack on the head before he closed the back door.

"What's that?" Mia asked as she looked down at her plate. The food smelled good, but it didn't look like anything she ever ate before.

"It's chicken stir-fry, it's like Chinese food," Tyler said as he devoured his food like a starved wolf.

"Tyler," Damon warned.

"Sorry mom," he said sitting up straight and taking his elbows off the table.

Bonnie snickered to herself. She knew the kids weren't going to touch their food, and Tyler calling Damon mom was the icing on the cake. "Guys it's really good just give it a try, and if you absolutely hate it I'll get us a pizza," Damon smiled at them.

Bonnie was shocked, pizza defiantly was high on the processed list. "You promise?" Mia asked.

"Yep, but you guys have to promise to be honest and if you both don't like it we'll have pizza," Damon agreed. Bonnie looked at the kids as the quickly thought over the rules of Damon's game. "Okay?"

"Yeah," Mia agreed with a big smile.

Peter just smiled and shook his head yes. They both stuck their forks in their plates at the same time, but Peter was the first to take a bit. Mm, he mumbled as he chewed and danced in his seat.

Mia was next and she opted to lick it first. She stuck her tongue out and slowly raised her fork to it. When the tiniest piece of broccoli touched her tongue she froze and then nodded her head and smiled as she ate the rest.

"We're never getting pizza are we?" Tyler asked.

"We will when I'm wrong, and I'm never wrong," Damon said smiling at Bonnie. She just ate her food in silence, which was hard because it was so good. Her brother Jamie would say this was the type of cooking that would make you slap your momma.

For desert Damon had some chocolate mousse cake left over from Stefan's and Caroline's birthday dinner. The kids were excited about that. He opened a bottle of wine mainly for him and Bonnie, but Tyler decided to be an adult in the presence of free booze. It's nice having another adult to socialize with," Damon said as he poured a glass for Bonnie.

"What am I?" Tyler asked.

"A muscular smelly man child," Damon said making Bonnie laugh.

"I don't smell," Tyler said lifting his arm and sniffing. "I'm gonna go take a shower," Tyler said.

"Please do that," Damon smiled.

"Can I ask you something?" Bonnie asked.

"You already are," he smiled as he sat down next to her on the couch.

"You and Tyler don't seem like the kidnapping type, why are you guys doing this?" Bonnie asked.

"That's a loaded question," Damon said sitting his glass on the coffee table.

"I expect a loaded answer than," Bonnie demanded.

"I wish I could, but I can't tell you, but I can say is I was in your position before, and it took me far too long to see the silver lining. Tyler is just a lackey taking orders in my eyes, but if you want his story asking him is the only way you're gonna get it," Damon shrugged.

"So someone stole you away from your family for no reason?" Bonnie asked.

"I wasn't the target, but yeah that's how it ended up."

"Can I ask you something else?"

"Can you ask me anything you want, but will you get an answer is the true question."

"Why am I here?" Bonnie asked with tears in her eyes.

"I don't know," Damon said as he hugged her. "I really don't know."