Uninvited Guest Part II

Request: Can you write one where Stefan or maybe one of Klaus' brothers are over, and see him taking care of the cat or playing with it?

He wasn't quite sure how, but Caroline had managed to convince him not to murder the creature she labeled as a "poor, innocent kitten who didn't know any better." Klaus was certain it had something to do with the pleading look in her eyes that he could never refuse.

So Lacey lived, for now. He avoided the thing if at all possible; he was the original hybrid after all, and the cat was Caroline's, not his. He didn't have to have anything to do with the harbinger of destruction to fine art everywhere. Caroline told him he was being over dramatic with a roll of her eyes as she collected her purse and keys.

Klaus would never understand why she wanted to go to school. Well, that wasn't necessarily true; he understood why, he just selfishly wanted to keep her to himself. Sometimes he had other things to do, you know, ensuring the safety of his family by any means necessary.

He sat down on the couch, the cat curled up in it's bed looking up at him. Okay, the furry thing was a little, tiny bit adorable, even if she had destroyed not only his own pieces of art, but some original pieces that he had... attained. The cat blinked lazily at him before stretching, and he winced at the sound of her nails digging into the persian rug, before walking lazily over to the couch. Klaus had to remind himself as he forced his fists to unclench that Caroline had sworn she would never forgive him if he hurt her cat.

Lacey looked up at him again as though trying to ascertain his reaction to her presence before leaping onto his antique sofa and promptly plopping down on his lap.

For once, he was at a loss. What did one do with a furry creature when it decided to lay on you? Lacey twisted her head, and he saw her trying to bite at the collar that Caroline had put on her. He would have done the same, he mused, it was a pink, ostentatious, sparkly thing. He placed his hands on the buckle, pulling the offensive object off, and started stroking the head of the cat. "That's better, isn't it lovely?"

The cat was soon purring, and he continued to speak soft endearments.

He was so engrossed by the activity that he never noticed the door turning open. "Aw, did you have to find a replacement for Caroline brother?"

Klaus' eyes flashed up, and then he lept off the couch to the startled meow of Lacey. There, in the doorway stood the laughing faces of Kol, Elijah, and Stefan.
This cat was going to the death of him where all else had failed.

When Caroline returned that night, the brothers and Stefan were still there teasing her boyfriend about the incident, until Caroline brought up that Kol had acted like a five year old when Bonnie took him to the zoo, Elijah had silk suit pajamas, and Stefan still wrote in a diary.

Perhaps the cat could stay after all, Klaus thought as the nuisances left. He had grown rather attached to the little thing.

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