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faerie_wish13Title: Salem's Birthday Feast
Author: Kat Lee
Fandoms: Sabrina the Teenage Witch/Labyrinth
Character/Pairing: Salem, Sabrina, mentions Sir Didymus
Rating: PG-13/T
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faerie_wish13 April 2016 Challenge: Birthday
Warning(s): Cat on mouse action!
Word Count: 498
Date Written: 10 April, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
He stares at the creature in shock, his emerald eyes widening, widening, and then widening some more to take in the entire mass of the magical being. Excitement spreads through him, and he starts to tremble from the tips of his black nose and twitching whiskers all the way through to the very tip of his wildly swishing tail. The thing before him seems to have stepped straight out of his dreams, not his nightmares. Other cats may run from it, but not him! Never him!
He is, after all, the mighty Salem Saberhagen, the cat who was once a Wizard who held the world in his hand. He would have succeeded in his plans for global domination if only the damn Witches' Council hadn't stepped in when they had, but of course, the rest is history and has been for many, many years. Cats don't age like humans, and he was feeling old earlier. Now, however, he feels like he is again in possession of the hind quarters of a kitten!
Tremors are spreading like wildfire throughout his entire, furry body as he crouches low. The mouse opens his mouth. His squeak sounds like a roar. Dogs bark. Somewhere, somebody screams.
His best friend looks over her slim shoulder at the sound and shrugs. She looks back with the same goofy grin he hasn't seen on her face since she, too, was much younger. "You better hurry," she tells him, "but hold on just a moment. He's not complete yet." She wriggles her nose and points her finger, and an enormous spoon appears in the air above the rodent.
The beast looks up, nose and whiskers twitching. It squeaks when a thick, chocolate sauce rains down upon it from the spoon. Salem can stand it no more. He launches himself at the thing that's as big as a house with a cry that was once the famous battle cry of one of his many warriors. That particular Wizard had been short, almost as short as the Dwarf who used to drive his now doting niece crazy. "I CAN CONQUER THIS MOUNTAIN!"
He never understand it back then. He had thought that Didymus' size bothered him, and perhaps it had. But right now, the only size Salem is considering is the size of the mouse beneath him. The thing's as big as a house, but he's going to eat it all!
Sabrina looks away as the mouse squeals. Salem's already starting to nibble his chocolate mouse, and she has to remind herself that cats do do these things. She knew that when she created the beast, and she did create it. It isn't real, even if it does taste like the genuine animal to her best friend. She glances at him, then quickly looks away again from his domineering, hungry conquest. "Happy Birthday, Salem!" she calls, and the grumbling sounds he makes from around his treat tells her she's succeeded in making it a very happy one again.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandoms: Sabrina the Teenage Witch/Labyrinth
Character/Pairing: Salem, Sabrina, mentions Sir Didymus
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt:
faerie_wish13 April 2016 Challenge: BirthdayWarning(s): Cat on mouse action!
Word Count: 498
Date Written: 10 April, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
He stares at the creature in shock, his emerald eyes widening, widening, and then widening some more to take in the entire mass of the magical being. Excitement spreads through him, and he starts to tremble from the tips of his black nose and twitching whiskers all the way through to the very tip of his wildly swishing tail. The thing before him seems to have stepped straight out of his dreams, not his nightmares. Other cats may run from it, but not him! Never him!
He is, after all, the mighty Salem Saberhagen, the cat who was once a Wizard who held the world in his hand. He would have succeeded in his plans for global domination if only the damn Witches' Council hadn't stepped in when they had, but of course, the rest is history and has been for many, many years. Cats don't age like humans, and he was feeling old earlier. Now, however, he feels like he is again in possession of the hind quarters of a kitten!
Tremors are spreading like wildfire throughout his entire, furry body as he crouches low. The mouse opens his mouth. His squeak sounds like a roar. Dogs bark. Somewhere, somebody screams.
His best friend looks over her slim shoulder at the sound and shrugs. She looks back with the same goofy grin he hasn't seen on her face since she, too, was much younger. "You better hurry," she tells him, "but hold on just a moment. He's not complete yet." She wriggles her nose and points her finger, and an enormous spoon appears in the air above the rodent.
The beast looks up, nose and whiskers twitching. It squeaks when a thick, chocolate sauce rains down upon it from the spoon. Salem can stand it no more. He launches himself at the thing that's as big as a house with a cry that was once the famous battle cry of one of his many warriors. That particular Wizard had been short, almost as short as the Dwarf who used to drive his now doting niece crazy. "I CAN CONQUER THIS MOUNTAIN!"
He never understand it back then. He had thought that Didymus' size bothered him, and perhaps it had. But right now, the only size Salem is considering is the size of the mouse beneath him. The thing's as big as a house, but he's going to eat it all!
Sabrina looks away as the mouse squeals. Salem's already starting to nibble his chocolate mouse, and she has to remind herself that cats do do these things. She knew that when she created the beast, and she did create it. It isn't real, even if it does taste like the genuine animal to her best friend. She glances at him, then quickly looks away again from his domineering, hungry conquest. "Happy Birthday, Salem!" she calls, and the grumbling sounds he makes from around his treat tells her she's succeeded in making it a very happy one again.
The End
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