Author Note: Part 3 to the awaited Vision's Theft and Bonnie's Theft. And it picks up shortly after those novellas. This is a Stefan/Caroline and Bonnie/Damon fic, ignoring the alaric and the twins storyline.
Bonnie walked around the small desk that Damon had set up in the foyer earlier that morning. Tapping the pen against her bottom lip as she went through the list of things she needed for the fifth time. She glanced down at the clipboard in her hand, that held her typed list of questions. Ignoring the feeling of Caroline's eyes barreling into her. She was sure she was coming off as a crazy person muttering to herself.
Maybe Caroline should have went with Stefan and Emma to the park like she begged her too. More and more Emma was becoming the light of her life. Just like Mila was for her. And Bonnie didn't think she'd ever regret the moment Stefan stole her from the hospital. Even though she liked to lament its wrong doing to everyone who would listen.
Caroline leaned on the banister and groaned. "Can you at least tell me why you're meeting with the job applicants in the foyer instead of the living room?"
"To throw off there equilibrium," she said moving the cactus from one side of the desk to the other.
Caroline nodded as if her explaination made complete sense when it didn't. "Or there going to think that you're worried about them stealing," she laughed. Squeezing by the desk to head into the kitchen and pull out a blood bag. "Why can't I just do it like I have for the last few months," she called back."
"No offense to you, but Damon has more enemies than Stefan. So we need a nanny down with the suepernatural cause."
"Whatever you say," she said reappearing in the hallway. Tossing Bonnie a blood bag of her own.
Before she could open it. The bell rang and Bonnie panicked. She threw the bag bag, but in her hurry it landed on the floor. "There early. I didn't plan for early." She sat down at the desk. Not sure if it was better for her to stand or lean against the desk. The bell rang for a second time.
Caroline rushed past her and answered the door. Shaking her head at Bonnie's nervous behavior. Clearly whoever was on the other end didn't have a heartbeat. Confirmed as soon as she opened it by the presence of Elena, who was definitely apart of the non human variety.
"Why can't I have a key?" Elena said pushing past Caroline to sit on the desk in front of Bonnie. Deliberately trying to throw off her equilibrium. She knew this was a big day for Bonnie.
"Do you live here?" Caroline asked snidely, folding her arms in front of her.
"On the weekends," Elena shrugged.
Carolina's brow furrowed, obviously trying to find away to dispute that fact.
Bonnie pulled the clipboard out from under Elena's butt; cutting her eyes at her. "Get up. Now."
"What are you even doing here?" Caroline asked, unable to keep the hostility out of her voice.
"Enzo told me to meet him here. But don't worry, will be out of here before you're little nannies arrive."
Elena and Enzo's relationship had quickly become one of those things on Caroline's list that shouldn't happen. And once she had her mind set on something there was no changing it. Bonnie tended to agree, but only because there relationship borderlined on abuse. On both sides, because from all accounts Elena gave as good as she got. But Bonnie couldn't exactly judge anyone for being in a toxic relationship.
A car pulled up and Enzo and Damon hopped. Bonnie stilled herself, he looked so hot and dangerous in his shades and leather jacket.
"Look who I ran into?" he nodded to Enzo, standing in the doorway his eyes roaming over the room.
"Did you miss me, love?" Enzo smirked licking his lips as Elena ran into his waiting arms. Hopping onto him and wrapping her legs around his waist. Practically making out for the world to see.
"Not at all," Elena said coming up for air. Her lips latched onto his as she began to moan obnoxiusly.
Caroline picked up one of the pens from off Bonnie's desk and threw it at them. "Stop it," she said in disgust. Pushing them out the door, disturbed that they didn't break contact once.
"You're late." Bonnie fumed, standing up and glaring at him.
"I said I wouldn't miss it. I didn't say I'd come early and watch you be weird," he said heading into the living room and tossing his glasses on the coffee table. Taking his leather jacket off and laying it neatly on the back of the couch. "Doesn't Elena seem so much hotter now? Like you got to appreciate Enzo's skills."
"Don't," Bonnie said wrapping her hands around herself.
"Don't what?" He said flopping down on the couch and putting his foot up on the table.
She looked behind her relieved that Caroline went back upstairs to give them some time together. "Don't try to make me jealous, by talking about Elena. I know you don't care about her anymore."
"Who said anything about love. She looks like a good lay, finally." He emphasized the last word, loving to see her squirm. He got up slowly deciding to evade her personal space. "How about it Bon Bon? A quickie before Mary Poppins arrives."
She shook her head feeling uncomfortable. "I'm not. No."
"What? I thought you loved me," he said giving her his best pouty face.
"No. You don't want to have sex you just want another way to hurt me."
He snorted, "As if anything I could do to you could make up for all the heartache you gave me."
"I love Mila too, and every decision. . ."
"And every decision I make is for her," he interrupted. "And no thanks to you, now I get to say that same thing."
"Lets just go out and talk. Just the two of us without Mila," she begged.
"Don't you ever get tired of telling me what I need to do?" he fumed wrapping his hands around her neck and squeezing.
"Damon stop," she managed to squeak out before using her vampire speed to get away from him. Only managing to fall on top of him in front of the couch.
He looked her up and down. "I don't think I even want you to touch me anymore. Just get off me and far away."
She got off him feeling angry and embarrassed, and he was the one that had choked her. Sometimes she's not even sure why she tries.
Caroline appeared in the entrance of the living room. "Pull yourself together there's humans here." Caroline took her leave after, choosing not to watch how this all played out. Still mad that they were hiring a replacement.
The first was a purple haired goth named Peggy.
"Hi, I'm Bonnie," I said holding out my hand for her to shake.
"Peggy."
"So I have one daughter. Her name is Mila and we're looking for a full time Nanny for her during the summer and possibly the school year as well. Obviously our main goal is to find someone that loves children and can really relate to her, but to do that affectively you also must be Wiccan." She took a breath and dropped her pen on the floor. Giving the signal to Damon to go on the attack.
She could hear her screaming, and she looked up to see Damon sinking his teeth into her neck. He was clearly drinking from her and that wasn't part of the plan. But she waited for Peggy to stop him and nothing.
"Stop," she sighed. This was only the first interview surely the others would go better.
"So not a real witch. Not even a little bit," Damon questioned her, staring into her eyes. Glammering her into telling him the truth.
"No, witches aren't real," she said clutching her neck.
Damon looked back at Bonnie and shrugged. "You're going to go home and all you're going to remember is that you absolutly hated the interview. The parents were horrible. How could you ever work for them? Thats it you don't. Don't come back here," he stared deep into her eyes making sure she forgot. "Oh let me take care of that," he said biting his wrist and giving her a little blood to heal the wound.
"Here's some tissue," she said handing a box to the young women and gently showing her out the door. "So thats what we're doing now."
"Yes, ex," He declared walking back to his station.
After three more encounters just like Peggy. Bonnie was beginning to lose hope, and the only one having fun was Damon. So on interview number four Bonnie wasn't immediately sold. The usual introductions were made, and she was able to get through a couple questions.
She looked like the type of girl that Damon might pick up at a bar back in the other world. Sure she had on her best black dress pants, reasonable flats and her best I don't have boobs shirt. Still she could tell a partier when she saw one. But Bonnie was supposed to remain objective. So thats what she would do. She would just keep it to herself if she happened to enjoy Damon ripping into her neck.
But out of her peripheral vision Damon was getting anxious and that was never a good thing. She could barely blink and he had bit into her neck. She screamed out as he drank deeply, but he recoiled in shock. Spitting out the blood on the floor. "Ugh its vervain," he said his hands on his knees as he threw up.
Rachel clutched at her neck tears coming down her eyes.
"Sorry, it was just a test," Bonnie said reaching out to the scared witch with some kleenex.
"He's friend, not, foe. Mila's dad, actually," she spouted off. Worried that she might get rid of the only Nanny who might be able to handle Damon and what that entails. "We needed away to prove that you where who you said you were. Forgive us?"
Damon stood up wiping his mouth on the back of hand like a neanderthal. "Yeah. We need your type guarding our daughter," he seconded. Standing up to his full height and pretending like she didn't knock him back a little. "She's human by the way."
"I guess," Rachel said unable to take her eyes off Damon. "Thats understandable."
"There is a little thing as a second interview."
She gasped. "Is it more of this?"
Bonnie reminded herself that she was doing this for her daughter. She couldn't feel bad. "You may want to come prepared, and we do compensate nicely."
Rachel looked back at Damon. "Alright you've got my number. Just let me know," she looked back at Bonnie with steel in her eyes. It reminded Bonnie of herself when she was younger. When she could feel the very energy of mother nature coursing through her vain. She also recognized the look the witch gave her. One that said she wasn't just going to be ran over. Her daughter needed that.
"I have the utmost confidence in you."
Damon looked up as Rachel filed passed him. "Will see."
"We can fix that if you like," Bonnie called after her,
"No thanks," she said nodding to them both. Leaving them alone in the bright foyer.
"You don't suppose will ever see her again."
"Sure we will."
Bonnie sat down, her head hitting the desk. "Only one left."
"We got one thats good enough," he said leaning on the door jamb to the living room. "Besides i'm actually pretty full right now. I don't think I could eat another bite." He patted his stomach.
She looked up slightly annoyed. "Who said that you actually had to drink from them. You could have just bit them."
He frowned. "Whats the fun in that."
The bell rang and he rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. Before sneaking to the curtain to get a closer look. "Its a grandma, she's going to have a freaking heart attack."
"Go to your post," she said shuffling up to the door. Taking a deep breath before she opened it. "Hi, Patti. Come in," she said offering the woman her hand. "Please have a seat. I'm Bonnie."
She did look like a great nanny for a human child. A chaste black dress on with a blue crochetted bolero jacket that she probably made herself. Silver rimmed glasses and a head of grey hair falling around her face in Shirley Temple curls. Just by looking at her she appeared to be so warm and friendly. She instantly reminded Bonnie of grams and she missed her. Bonnie would have hired on her on the spot if it were not for the fact that Mila was a human child in unhuman circumstances and normal just wouldn't do.
"So i've been doing interviews all afternoon. Saved the best for last I hope," she said sitting across from her.
"Of course you did, sugar. Where would you like me to start?" Placing her white tote bag on the floor at her feet.
"Well, I'm looking for a Nanny. Its full time during the summer and part-time during the school year. Its for one child, she's 5, her name is Mila. But occassionaly her cousin, Emma, will be with her and she's 7. But we will pay you extra whenever that happens."
"I dont mean to interrupt you," Patti said leveling her gaze at her. "But the ad said you wanted someone with magical abilities. Can I ask what thats all about?"
Bonnie's gaze drifted behind her to Damon who was sneaking up on her. She was going to give her some schtick about how there household different from everyone else's. But Patti whirled around and threw up her hand sending Damon flying into the door.
"Is this all it was, a set up," she said getting to her feet.
Damon clutched at his chest it felt like she hand a hand on one of his ribs and was crushing it.
"NO please," Bonnie said holding her hands up in the air. "It was just a test. We do have a daughter. It was a test to see if you're a real witch that can defend yourself." She looked at Damon who was still withering on the ground. "He's my daughter's father. Please. Let him up."
Damon gasped for air managing to sit back on his butt.
"You're hired," Bonnie smiled.
"Forget that. This over achiever is going to the second interview."
