Sorry this is so short, and that it took so long to get it posted. A big thank you to everyone who read, citigirl13, Death'sAngel18, Finally Josephine, ShootingStar92, Foofiiee, Dark Mind of the American Teen, Lauren, and Stuck in Oblvion. You guys are awsome. Plus because everyone seemed so excited about this I decided to update this story before my other one. So, without further adude (or however you spell that), chapter two!
Damon was lying on the couch, Salem – it turns out he was a she – on his chest, when his brother entered. "Damon?" Stefan paused, regarding the scene in front of him. "Is that a cat?"
"No, Stefan, it's a cuddle monster." He replied, not moving. Vampires could get hang overs, but it took a lot more alcohol than for a regular person. Three days worth of heavy liquor consumption produced one son of a bitch of a hang over. "Of course it's a cat. What did you think it was? A platypus?"
"No, Damon, you're right. Of course it's a cat." He paused. "What I meant to ask was why do you have a cat?"
He didn't actually know the answer to that. Why had he let the cat in again? Oh, right…. "I was drunk."
Stefan slowly started to walk forward. "What are you going to do with it?"
"I'm going to use her in my evil malevolent plan to steal Elena from you and make your life a living hell." He wasn't being serious, but now that he thought about it, it just might work.
Stefan laughed insincerely. "Ooh, terrifying. But seriously Damon, why do you have a cat? What are you going to do with it?"
"That's for me to know and you to dot dot dot." By this time Stefan had reached the couch. With each step he had taken towards it Salem had grown more and more tense, each hair on her body slowly standing on end. Neither brother noticed they were so involved in their discussion, and they wouldn't have noticed either, if she hadn't of let out a low warning growl.
They both looked at her in surprise. Stefan took another step closer, testing. Salem sent Damon her questioning one-eyebrow-raised look, as if saying why doesn't he get it? Then she turned to look at Stefan again and growled.
Damon laughed. "She's got good taste, Stefan. She clearly doesn't like Bunny Eaters."
"I think I might have to disagree with you, Damon. She hasn't done anything to you after all."
Damon placed his hand over his heart. "Ouch, Stefan, that hurt." He continued on. "Have you ever eaten a cat, little brother?"
Stefan looked guilty. "It was an emergency."
Damon was surprised. Then he smiled maliciously. "Elena is going to kill you when she finds out."
"You wouldn't."
"Of course I would."
