So what do you guys think? Good, bad, indifferent? Do you like the newer version of this story a bit or is it too slow. Don't worry next chapter there will be more of an insight into Damon's originally world as well as his relationship with his parents. So please leave a review giving me some suggestions.
Damon POV
Bonnie carrying me downstairs was a rather unpleasant experience because with every step down the stairs my stomach seemed to be jolted up and down resulting in me feeling a bit sick. As we reached the bottom of the stairs I was working hard to keep from vomiting into Bonnie's thick curls. Bonnie breezed into the kitchen where Mrs. Flowers was busy preparing some sort of brunch and handed me off into Elena's arms. Elena settled me against her chest with my head resting on her slender shoulder and my damp dark hair mixing with her pale blonde. I closed my eyes in an attempt to focus on something other than my tummy that was until Elena started digging for information.
"Damon sweetie can you understand me?" Elena adjusted my position so she could see my face and I nodded and was rewarded with one of Elena's bright smiles.
"Damon someone is coming to visit you today." My big chocolate brown eyes looked at up Elena wishing for more details.
"I think you will recognize her and she might have some ideas on who did this to you and why." Elena's brief explanation would have to do for now because I was currently being offered some sort of pudding.
I hummed in contentment. I loved vanilla pudding especially if I was allowed to have it for breakfast. To my disappointment Elena seemed to catch on to that one and explained that I was eating pudding only because that was the only thing in the house that they knew my stomach could handle at my current body age. As well as taking into account that if I had retained any of my past tastes as a vampire that vanilla pudding was one of the few human foods that wouldn't make me sick. Just as I was greedily finishing the last few mouthfuls of pudding the doorbell chimed signaling someone's arrival and Mrs. Flowers went to go answer the door as Bonnie scraped the last little bit of pudding from the bowl and fed it to me. Just as Bonnie was wiping a damp napkin across my face and achieving not only a clean face for me but a slightly discolored napkin, my head turned to the left as Mrs. Emerald stepped into the kitchen. My eyes went wide and I tried to hide myself back in my blankey hoping that she wouldn't notice me because right now I was a bit afraid that she would somehow make me drink some other pain inducing liquid.
"Oh Damon aren't you just a doll? Sorry if I gave you a bit much but right now I am pretty sure it was fine."
Elena's head snapped toward Mrs. Emerald who had just finished speaking. As Elena went to open her mouth her eyes changed from a rich blue to a cold and determined aqua.
"You are the bitch that did this to him?" Elena's words flowed from her mouth in a cold steady stream with no room for someone to avoid her question.
"Oh calm down he is fine. I did this for Damon's own good oh and call me Emerald by the way no need to have the Missus part that was just for the school." Apparently Emerald didn't take the hint because Elena thrust me into Bonnie's arms and Elena strode forward.
"Why the hell would you do this for his own good you deceitful bitch?" Elena clearly wasn't happy.
"Oh don't get your panties in a twist kitten. You obviously don't know much about Damon's childhood. Seeing as I was around at the time and was witness to the way Damon was treated by Daddy dearest and I was one of his mother's friends I figured it was my job to give him a second chance." Emerald replied in a nonchalant way shrugging and plucking me out of Bonnie's arms.
I squirmed trying to get away with no success and instead sighed and looked up into Emerald cat green eyes. She smiled down at me
"You are just as perfect as you were when you were human Damon, your Mama would be so proud of her little boy."
My eyes widen, Farther had always said that Mama was never proud of me because she had Stefan and because I wasn't a good little boy and that I needed to be more like Stefan. Emerald's words only confused me, the only time that I had Mama to myself where when she woke me up in the mornings and had gave me a bath but she was always tired when she did that. Father said that she was tired because she spent all her time being proud of Stefan and not me so why would Emerald say that Mama was proud of me when Mama hadn't even been there this morning? I laid my head on Emerald's shoulder for now just ignoring whatever she had said about Mama being proud of me and instead shifting my attention and the urge to…relieve myself. Maybe I could hold it long enough till I could get to a bathroom…but then again vampires didn't really need to do that all that often and when we did it could always be put off for a while but now I really had to go.
Damon, technically you are human again. No one is going to judge you for doing something that all humans must do several times a day.
My cheeks flamed red as Emerald started to smile a knowing smile as she cradled me in her arms applying gentle pressure to my tummy in order to put added strain on my bladder. Oh please why did Elena have to accept Emerald's explanation and allow her to hold me? I really needed to go but I couldn't handle the shame of having to have someone change my diaper. Emerald applied one final push down and that was it, I felt the burning cold sensation return in a rather delicate area and started to whimper the pain worse due to the sensitive nature of that region of my body. By the time I was finished the pain had let up but instead the discomfort of having a wet diaper pressed to my skin was beginning to grow. Oh please, please, please let Bonnie be the one to take care of this because really she had already seen everything and I had nothing to hide, however with anyone else I would prefer to keep this matter private. However, Emerald didn't take the hint of letting me go back to Bonnie but instead readjusted her grip and with Elena giving her the death glare picked me up.
"I think I will just go make Damon more comfortable and get him ready to go on an outing" Emerald declared.
"Excuse me? Who gave you the rights to dictate who would be in control of Damon?" Elena was on her feet and drawing herself up to her full height so that should could seem more imposing.
"Listen little girl," Emerald's voice had gone cold and leaked with authority, "Damon didn't get the childhood of a normal little boy and Mary would have wanted me to care for him."
Elena's eyes went blank then returned to their normal rich blue with still the hint of mistrust before nodding and allowing Emerald to carry me upstairs.
By the time Emerald had laid me down on the edge of my bed and collected the bag Bonnie had brought over earlier in the morning, I was sure of one thing. And that was that I absolutely hated stairs. The ordeal of having someone else being responsible for changing me had lessened only somewhat in its embarrassment, much to my disappointment.
Emerald POV
Mary would have been so pleased to know that I had finally given her little boy a second chance. I wasn't really an awful person, I hadn't meant to cause Damon unnecessary pain, but that is the price of youth I guess. Seeing him now made me appreciate just how beautiful Damon truly was. Before when I had looked at him with my weak human eyes I wasn't able to see the rich creamy gold color of his skin or exactly how fine his silky black hair was, but perhaps my favorite view of Damon was his ink black eyelashes that laid against his full cheeks and his soft ruby lips that formed an angel's pout as I undid the tabs and removed the soiled diaper. Damon Salvatore was a work of art not only as an adult but also as a child.
After I had selected an outfit from the bag and had carefully dressed Damon making sure to roll the little sleeves up so his hands wouldn't become tangled in them I lift Damon and proceeded to search for a smaller bag to pack a few things for our day trip. By now Damon was getting fussy and was trying to roll onto his stomach. I watched him struggle before placing my hand on his back and nudging him into the position he wanted before finishing the packing and head back downstairs with Damon looking rather green in tow.
"Well ladies? Are we ready to head out? Damon isn't getting any younger and I want to dress him before he gets old enough to protest!" I seriously don't know why I had to even tell them. Damon had always been a stubborn child and I was sure as hell going to take my chance at dressing him while I had it.
So with baby Damon held in my arms in the backseat and Elena driving with Bonnie beside her we set off towards the local mall which in this small town, has a half an hour away. No more than ten minutes into the drive Damon had closed his eyes and within the last five minutes his breathing had evened out and he was overcome by sleep.
The first stop we made once we entered the mall was to find Damon a car seat. Let's just say that when I tried to strap Damon into the one at the store to see if we had the right kind he started screaming and didn't hush up until Bonnie had him cradled to her chest as was rubbing circles on his back. I have no idea why Damon put up so much of a fuss over the car seat, must be some remaining thread of his manhood. Thankfully Damon had calmed down enough that we were able to take him to Babies R Us and start picking a new wardrobe.
Damon POV
I could handle the diaper changing, I could handle being treated like a little boy, but I sure as hell was going to submit while they used me like a fucking doll! And apparently Bonnie thought that that is what I was right now. A little Barbie doll that she could play with and dress up! Well guess what Bonnie; this little kid doesn't play nice. So far I had managed to get us more or less kicked out of the stupid car seat store as well as gain some irritated looks from the manager in this store that seem to specialize in young children. Maybe if I managed to be louder than the middle age woman that was wandering about the store helping new and expecting parents select the right goods for their children would ask us to leave and then I could go home and not have to deal with the public humiliation of being a child. However, as of right now Bonnie was currently sliding my arms into the top of some sort of jumper while Elena and Emerald stalked the aisle looking for more "adorable" clothing for the miniature me. Already I had been shoved into various onesie's and little pants as well as a couple of sweaters and now numerous jumpers and footie pajamas. To make it worse being forced to change clothes had made me sleepy and hungry. This obviously was no matter to Bonnie who kept trying more things on me while I was virtually asleep and by time I woke up again I was in the baby seat portion of the shopping cart and Elena was having a young man in a blue polo shirt write down furniture that she wanted delivered to the boarding house tomorrow morning. Before long this conversation had bored me enough to wear my younger mind could no longer focus and again I seemed to be unable to avoid falling asleep.
It wasn't that someone was again carrying me that woke me up but rather the cold damp feeling surrounding my lower body. Somehow I couldn't help it but was whimpering like some pathetic infant and realize that was the state that I had reversed to. This seemed to catch Bonnie's attention who only cooed at me and told me that she would make it better as soon as we got inside. To my ultimate embarrassment when Bonnie swung the front door open the sounds of battle could be heard coming from the common living area and within seconds Mutt and Stefan where standing there gawking at me. I felt my cheeks blush pink as I shifted in Bonnie's arms trying to avoid their gaze.
Naturally Bonnie had a knack for knowing when I was uncomfortable and whisked me away upstairs declaring that she needed to attend to me and Elena then was reunited with Stefan and took up her normal spot as glued to his side. Mutt on the other hand wandered to the kitchen seeming a bit nervous at seeing the child me, which only gave me some as Bonnie proceeded up the stairs that I would hopefully be given some privacy from at least the male demographic in this house.