Damon the Babysitter chap 2

Damon the Babysitter chap 2

Damon inwardly groaned as he trudged up the stairs to the baby's room, flinging the door open and appearing in front of the cradle using his vampire speed. "Here we go." he said as he picked up Miranda out of her cot and held her close to his body, hoping she would calm down. She didn't.

Damon sighed. "Guess I have to do this the easy way." he held the small child's face close to his, and just as he was about to compell her, she project vomited all over his face. 

Damon just stood there while warm, half-digested milk ran down his shirt and leather jacket, all the way to his black boots and then hit the wooden floor. He slowly counted to ten before looking back at the infant to see that she was calm. "Well, atleast you stopped screaming." He quickly set Miranda back down in her bed just as his cell phone started to ring. "What?" he sneered into the reciever.

"How's my girl doing?" 

Damon growled at the sound of his annoying brother's voice. "She's doing just fine right after she puked all over me!"

Stefan's roaring laughter only made Damon madder. "What the hell is so funny?"

"What happened to all your confindence? I thought taking care of a child was going to be easy for a strong vampire like yourself."

"Screw you Stefan." Damon hit the "end" button before stuffing his phone back into his half white pants. 

Just as he was walking out of the nursey, a foul smell attacked the sensitive vampire's nose and nearly caused him to gag. "Wh-what is that smell??" he slowly turned back towards Miranda, and it only took him a few minutes to figure out why it smelt so bad. "Oh god no! I have to do that?!" He slowly walked back to the crib and glared at the small child. "Come here you little stinker." he picked up the smelly baby and held her at arms length as he walked towards the changing table. He laid her down and slowly undressed her, the prutrid smell getting stronger every second. "I'm going to kill Stefan when he gets back." He removed the diaper to reveal the cause of the smell. "SWEET MOTHER OF GOD!" Damon leaped back from the table when his hand over his nose and mouth, obviously trying to keep his lunch down. Miranda giggled and kicked her legs, happy that the dirty contraption was off of her. Damon held his breath and walked back to table. The annoyig ringing of his cell phone stopped him in front of the table. Quickly pressing it to his ear, Dsmon hissed angrily into the phone, "WHAT??!"

Stefan's laughter was like nails being hammered into the back of Damon's head. "Glad your having fun with Miranda. By the way, baby wipes are in the top right cabinent." the buzzing of a fly taunted Damon; he jerked the phone from his ear but the fly echoed continuously.

Damon blocked out the noise and focused only on the child needing to be cleaned. Still holding his breath, he threw the dirty diaper in the bin and grabbed a new one. Getting a wet wipe, he proceeded to clean Miranda as she squrimed and wiggled around, causing Damon much touble. "Argh, stay still will ya?" using his other hand, Damon held the little body in place as he cleaned her. Just as he was finishing up, Damon felt something warm and squishy in his hand. Looking down, he came face to face with a fresh, brown ball of poop in his hand. "Ewww..." cried Damon as he ran to the bathroom to dispose of the toxic waste. 

A few minutes and a still unclean baby later, Damon emerged with a now clean hand and quickly put a clean diaper on the squealing baby. "Your Daddy is gonna have hell to pay when he gets back." Damon said as he set Miranda back into her bed and covered her up with the blankets. A small smile crossed his face as he watched the sleeping baby. She's actually kinda cute, when she's asleep that is. Damon thought to himself as closed the door behind him and anxiously awaited Stefan and Elena's return.

Hope you enjoyed this chap! I will be updating with more so stay turned. In the next chap, Damon attempts to feed little Miranda. Should be interesting! Lol Please review:)