Here is chapter three let me know how you think I am doing with the redos. I am trying to make the chapters a bit longer for you guys. Reviews make me write faster.

Damon POV

About half way through the night the blackness started to lift and the cold burning sensation had spread. It was as though whatever I had been forced to drink in Mrs. Emerald's room had multiplied itself and had moved from my throat and stomach to the rest of my body. My eyes where frozen shut and no matter how hard I tried to pry them open they wouldn't budge. My lips felt as though they were glued together and wouldn't allow me to cry out and call to Elena, Stefan, Mrs. Flower's, or anyone else for that matter for help. My limbs felt locked in place and the very bones that made up my body seemed to freeze together slowly pushing against each other, really the only thing that wasn't frozen was my lungs but the air that was pushed in and out of them was so frigid that it seemed to burn the delicate tissues. The longer that I lay there the more my body seemed to curl up as it froze more seeming to compress down upon itself. As time passed the feelings rose in intensity until finally I couldn't take it anymore and the cold feeling reached my head numbing my thought process, slowing everything down until I was close enough to sleep that I blacked out again into the blissful dark.

I breathed in the warm smell that could only be described as sunshine smiling softly into my pillows that seemed to have grown overnight. The blankets seemed to be heavier to and there was more space to stretch out. My thoughts drifted back to last night and realized that vampires shouldn't get sick…yet I had. Damon Salvatore also shouldn't fucking cry…yet I had. And as my cheeks started to heat up, again something that the average vampire shouldn't really do, I realized that I had been so weak as to let Elena dress me as though I was a little boy. Speaking of Elena I could hear her soft footfalls coming up the stairs as she slowly pushed my bedroom door open I rolled over opening my eyes and rubbing the yucky feeling away and blinked up at her. My eyes widened as I didn't remember seeing Elena as that tall. The shocked look on her face seemed to register as something was wrong I tried to push myself up into a sitting position which took much more effort than normal. My whole body felt sore and much too heavy and as I tried to express my need for someone to bring me some form of pain meds because even if I wasn't human they helped, all that came out was a whimper. Elena rushed to my side and hesitantly touched me which honestly felt as though my body was a stack of brittle paper and her hand was punching through me. I really didn't mean to cry but it hurt so much I couldn't help it. I was choking on my own breath and I had to stop. Father wouldn't be pleased if he knew that his nearly grown son was crying like an infant. I tried to squirm away but my own clothing seemed to drown me and make the pain worse so instead I gave up and lay still.

"Damon, I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you. Don't cry its ok we will figure this out"

Elena's voice portrayed some worry but really after all we had been through this wasn't something that would freak her out as much as the average person. I focused on calming myself while she pulled out her phone and called Bonnie telling her to bring a bag as though she where going to babysit one of her younger cousins because, well circumstances had changed.

Elena's POV

Seriously what the fuck had happened. Of course people couldn't just leave us alone and now Damon looked to be a toddler. I mean really we had just started to get things back to normal and now Damon was in a state require some gentle care. For fucks sake I couldn't even pick him up because he was obviously in pain. I knew it I just knew it, that Emerald women seemed odd and she was the last person that Damon was with before I brought him home and she had referenced something strange going on. Now we needed to get to the bottom of this starting with getting Damon so where he is more comfortable and then calling a certain Mrs. Emerald and probing for information to get Damon back. He didn't deserve to have his life thrown into upheaval again and he certainly shouldn't be in that much pain.

These pissed off thoughts seemed to flow through my brain as I paced the entry way waiting for Bonnie to arrive and for Mrs. Flowers to return from her grocery shopping. Damon was still laying upstairs in his bed. I figured it best to do what the older him would want and that was a bit of privacy until his mind had worked through the situation.

The door to the boarding house swung open and a fiery red haired little nymph blazed through the front door a giant diaper bag slung over her shoulder. Thank god Bonnie was here!

"Oh my God Bonnie thank you for coming on such short notice! It really was an emergency, I won't bother trying to explain just go upstairs and see for yourself, just please don't scare him. I am sure he is already freaked out enough."

Bonnie's warm brown eyes widened as she looked at me first opening her mouth as though to say something but instead not wasting any time scurried up the stairs. She flew down the hall way towards Damon's room, after all whom else would I refer to as a he when Stefan was obviously out of town for business. As she threw the door open I heard a small gasp and then Bonnie's bubbly voice float down the hall.

"Ohmigosh ELENA! He is simply darling!"

I slipped into the room behind Bonnie looking at Damon apologetically as he flinched and Bonnie bounced towards him reaching her hand out before I could stop her and resting it on Damon's forehead.

"Oh" Bonnie's light voice filled the room "Elena when I touch him I taste something cold and metallic, something's not right."

I sighed knowing that I didn't need Bonnie to tell me that.

"Bonnie I think we had better call Mrs. Flowers and have her hurry home and check him out she has more experience with this sort of thing."

Bonnie simply nodded in reply but she didn't move from her spot on the edge of Damon's bed. I simply let them be and went to go make some phone calls starting with Mrs. Flowers and then Stefan urging them both to come home immediately. I also knew that sometime in the near future I would have to give Mrs. Emerald a call. Honestly the woman seem to have a decent amount of insight to something start happening, I would consider Damon Salvatore being turned into a toddler as something rather strange. For now though all I could do is hope that we can work our way through this one and restore Damon to his former self.

Damon POV

I lay there letting Bonnie hum some mindless melody and keep me company as I tried to work through my thoughts. I knew a couple of things though. One of those was that I was apparently a toddler, it hurt for me to be touched or to move around too much, and eventually I would have to go to the bathroom. I could hear noise from downstairs as Mrs. Flowers arrived home with the groceries and before she got a chance to put them away she was coming up the stairs in her slow deliberate way careful not to misstep and trip on the stairs. Soon she was in the room questioning Bonnie and Elena as she carefully pulled the covers off me and rested her hand on my little chest. I know she was trying to be gentle, but it still hurt and tears pooled in my eyes.

"Well someone obviously gave him sort of complex age reduction mix and we need to get him a warm bath to try and wash away some of the pain." Mrs. Flowers announced to the room. "Bonnie why don't you go ahead and bathe him while Elena and search for possible things that could have been given to him. I need you to pay close attention to the color of the bath water once you start bathing. Before you put Damon in the tub though you had better give him a sponge bath, however administered the age reduction mix gave him quiet a large dose and if it leeches into the water too much it won't help him."

Suddenly Bonnie's tiny hands where lifting me and my entire body protested the move wishing that I could lie still forever. That wasn't the case as Bonnie cradled me in her arms and carried me into the bathroom arranging a stack of towels into a bed for me as she laid me down and started to run a warm bath. At this point I was in too much pain to worry about being completely naked and a bit cold. Bonnie dipped a wash cloth into the stream of warm water and wrung it out before gently wiping my face and working down my neck. The more water Bonnie had on the cloth the more almost black liquid oozed out my skin and although it left me feeling a bit nasty it made the pain go away. I took Bonnie almost half an hour of sponge bathing me before the liquid was no longer leaking out of me at such profuse rate and she again picked me up. The good news was that this time being held didn't cause me to fell as though I was being crushed but rather as though I was covered in bruises. This feeling started to recede as Bonnie laid me in the warm water renewing the liquid that seemed to gush out of me and wash down the drain. The longer I was in the water though the less the pain persisted and the more I became aware that I should be embarrassed because not only was I in the body of a toddler but I was naked and certain miniature areas of my body where on full display with me having a very limited ability to cover up. Apparently to Bonnie this didn't matter and she proceed to pull things such as baby shampoo from her rather large bag as well as clothes that would fit me and items that were needed to diaper young children. My cheeks started to heat up as Bonnie began to wash my hair and rinse the bubbles away before washing the rest of my body is some sort of sweet smelling soap. As Bonnie finished up and lifted be out of the tub again onto the bed of towels she began quickly drying me and applying some sort of powder to deliciously warm skin. The pain was gone and instead I was somehow sleepy again. However as I felt the position of my legs be manipulated my eyes shot open as gentle fingers applied some sort of cream to my…private areas. I whimpered in protest trying to voice my displeasure in having that area of my body touched. I was not a child and although Bonnie touching me there was completely innocent I still didn't have to like it damn it! Soon my bum had been lift off the towels to be placed on something cotton and even though I tried to squirm away Bonnie's firm hand held me in place as she brought the diaper up between my legs fastening the tapes. I whimper because it really isn't pleasant to have that region of my body covered in snug cotton. I reached down trying to pull at the tapes holding the despicable article of clothing on my body only to be stopped by Bonnie. Throughout the entire dressing process I continued to try and undue the diaper with no success and I realized just how impossible it would be after Bonnie buttoned the snaps to my t-shirt slash pants thingy whatever you call it! I did all that I could to protest though which included mainly me just lying there pouting.

Bonnie soon cleaned up after my bath and wrapped me a soft butter yellow fleece blanket which honestly was quite pleasurable not only in the comforting security it provided but also in the clean laundry and sunshine smell. However once I started thinking about how it smelled, my thoughts shifted to Mama. And then I started to feel really very bad because my Mama hadn't been the one to wake me up or give me my bath and even though we were wealthy Mama always came and did that. But today she hadn't and I knew that something wasn't right. Mama was always there even if she wasn't feeling well but now… Bonnie had given me a bath and Elena had woken me up. I gripped the soft fabric of my blanket, rubbing it against my nose hoping that Mama would come back for me just like she always did and that this time wouldn't be different.