It had been a whole week since Elena Gilbert got kick out of the boarding house - and the brother's lives - and so far, things had been going good. Damon and Stefan were getting as much along as they could, what with being brothers and all. And Celeste kept the place running smoothly. Life at the Salvatore house was good.

On any other night but tonight.

A major storm was rolling into Mystic Falls and Damon was gathering extra blood bags while Stefan was helping Celeste move the furniture in the living room so they could have a big area to lay or sit, cluttered with all the lanterns, flashlights and candles they could find.

"Since we're all vampires here, why do we need all these blankets and flashlights?" Stefan had asked once while Celeste was setting up candles on a small table.

"Because Stefan," Celeste had answered him. "You try sitting on a hard floor, vampire or not, without any cushion for a long period of time."

The wind had to be blowing nearly sixty miles an hour and every human was boarded up in their homes, ready to wait out the storm. Which could be days, by the way the weather people on the TV were talking.

"I got as much as I could before everyone started to panic when they noticed the power wasn't going to come back on right away." Damon had said, the second he walked in the door, holding two duffle bags full of blood.

The power had went out at the hospital, and the generators didn't help, since they were faulty, so Damon had taken the opportunity to refill the stash of blood they had in the basement. Celeste had taken up residence in the middle of the floor, with a knife in one hand and a cucumber in the other. Both brothers had deducted that she could very well castrate them both as they watched her cut the skin off the vegetable.

Both brothers shuddered silently.

"Okay, come on you two - movie time!"

Damon and Stefan sat down, but kept their distance.

Celeste noticed this.

"What?"

Both brothers gave a glance at the knife and food in her hands.

Celeste followed their line of sight, a small grin coming to her lips.

"Oh." She turned to look at the brothers and then set the knife and vegetable on the table and reached for the DVD player buttons. Pressing play, the classic tale of Gone with the Wind started playing.

Both brothers groaned.

"Now what?"

"How many times have you watched this movie?" Damon asked.

"Only a hundred times." Celeste shrugged.

"Only a hundred." Damon mocked, glancing at Stefan.

He groaned a second later as Celeste's fist caught him in the gut. Stefan looked away, hiding his half smirk, half grin. This is what it had led to, since Elena Gilbert left the brothers, the three vampires sitting around, watching movies and lounging about. Celeste had a knack for making the brothers enjoy each other's company. Stefan was actually glad to have a distraction for a change. Celeste was slowly becoming like a sister to them.

A bit of Salvatore incest anyone? Stefan's mind blurted out.

No.

That was bad.

Stefan refused to think like that.

He knew exactly what Celeste was very much capable of doing to a person if she didn't like them. And Stefan had a fair thought that if he got any where near her, she'd tear him to shreds and Damon would sew the pieces back together just so he could rip him to shreds too. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off. She could have had a sign hanging around her neck that read: touch and get cut into bits and it would have been enough. Her kind is very dangerous when they're friendly. You never know when they're gonna snap.

Celeste looked over at Damon, his eyes betraying his interest in the movie. She slowly scooted close to him and slipped her body under his arm, melting right into him. All masculine, hard-bodied and sensual, he was a deadly weapon sent by the gods to drive women mad, and a walking billboard for all things wicked and carnal. He should have come with a label: Orgasms! Get your orgasms here. Hot and juicy! Just how you like 'em!

The movie was about forty minutes in when something began pounding on the door. Stefan was the first to move, then Damon and then Celeste.

Before anyone had a chance to get to the door, it flew open and what could have been described as a body builder stepped through, his trench coat dripping rain on the hardwood floor. He stood calm against the suburban storm raging just outside, a few feet from him. The thunder screamed across the sky; it slapped the clouds into a heated turmoil that flew towards the south.

Celeste's mouth dropped open.

"Vane?"

The body builder stepped further into the dimly lit room, his features casting a dangerous shadow. He lifted his head, piercing emerald green eyes sparkled.

"Raven!"

He moved like a tiger; twitching and bunching his shoulders. His head angled back and forth to look her over, and as he did, his biceps tightened. His dark hair was chin length and concealed most of his face. His mouth was wide in a disturbing smile that displayed his perfectly white teeth; the upper and lower canines sharpened to fine points that could have made any shark jealous. Celeste ran to the giant and hugged him. The werewolf had picked her clear up off the floor and held her in a vice grip of a hug.

Both brothers looked between each other.

Slowly, the werewolf had put Celeste down on her feet again. "I didn't think you'd gotten my call."

"Call?" Damon questioned.

"Yeah, I asked Vane to look into that vampire hunter, see if could dig up anything." Celeste had said, turning half way to look at Damon.

"Speaking of which," Vane said gruffly. "That vampire hunter of your's isn't dead."

"Say what?"

"Or at least, that one is dead, but there's several more."

"Oh that's fucking brilliant." Damon cursed, throwing his hands up in the air like a two year old not getting his way.