Title: Feeding Time II
Disclaimers: VD belongs to LJS.
Note: A drabble is a 100 (or stretched to 150 in this case) word piece of writing. It's an exercise in discipline to try and keep as close as possible to that limit.
Based on the LJS100 icon challenge. Icon used is a picture of my guinea pig, Custard.
http://www.ttales.net/ljs100/red-custard.jpg
For Adia, who wanted Damon to feed him next.
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"Hello, little pig," Damon began conversationally, crouching down at eye level with Margaret's guinea pig. "It might interest you to know that this," he waved his hand, "Is that hand that feeds you. Bite it, and you will become a vampy snack as I show you what a real bite is. Comprende?"
The guinea pig stared back it him gormlessly, and Damon found himself feeling slightly foolish for even bothering to have this ridiculous conversation. Stefan was obviously deluded, and it looked like it was starting to rub off on him now.
He scooped the little creature out of the cage, scratching it absently behind the ears. He felt a wave of pity for his younger brother. Five hundred years old, and afraid of a little rodent? That boy needed some serious help working through his issues. Damon grinned wickedly; he'd have some fun tormenting his brother to death first.
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Fin.
Disclaimers: VD belongs to LJS.
Note: A drabble is a 100 (or stretched to 150 in this case) word piece of writing. It's an exercise in discipline to try and keep as close as possible to that limit.
Based on the LJS100 icon challenge. Icon used is a picture of my guinea pig, Custard.
http://www.ttales.net/ljs100/red-custard.jpg
For Adia, who wanted Damon to feed him next.
-=-
"Hello, little pig," Damon began conversationally, crouching down at eye level with Margaret's guinea pig. "It might interest you to know that this," he waved his hand, "Is that hand that feeds you. Bite it, and you will become a vampy snack as I show you what a real bite is. Comprende?"
The guinea pig stared back it him gormlessly, and Damon found himself feeling slightly foolish for even bothering to have this ridiculous conversation. Stefan was obviously deluded, and it looked like it was starting to rub off on him now.
He scooped the little creature out of the cage, scratching it absently behind the ears. He felt a wave of pity for his younger brother. Five hundred years old, and afraid of a little rodent? That boy needed some serious help working through his issues. Damon grinned wickedly; he'd have some fun tormenting his brother to death first.
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Fin.