The Vampire's Apprentice

"Three. Well, two-thirty, but the bus won't be here until three," she replied. "It stops at the end of the street there by that tree for all the kids in this part."
 
"Thank you again," Mrs. Mooney sighed, a slight bit of her worry lines easing. She turned and hurried toward her house, leaving Sam and Kitty alone for now.
 
Kitty went into her house, then back to her book. She kept a close eye on the time, waiting for when she needed to pick up the twins. When that time came, she would go to meet them.
 
She waited a moment, watching to see if they noticed her before she called their names. "Hey, JC, JP." Kitty waved to them.
 
The twins spotted her, and confusion flickered across their faces momentarily before they bolted for her. "Kitty! Hi!" they cheered. "Why are you here?"
 
"Your mum came by to pick up EJ, so I volunteered to capture you and bring you home again." Kitty explained as succinctly as possible.
 
"Yes and yes," she answered, beginning to walk back home. "But you might have to help me make them if you plan to eat them."
 
"Okay!" they agreed eagerly. "We've never made cookies before!" They ran ahead of Kitty with backpacks bouncing on their backs.
 
Kitty chuckled, then bolted to catch up. She'd show them how to make cookies; it wasn't too hard of a recipe, after all.
 
Kitty kept an eye on the twins until Mrs. Mooney returned, at which time she usually would have been in therapy, but due to another strange twist of events, it was noted that she would not be there this evening. So, she stayed at home, making sure everything was as tidy as ever before curling up on the couch again with her book. She didn't get very far with her reading, however, when the subject of questions—more specifically, the one he had asked her—came to the forefront of her mind.

Setting her novel on the coffee table and leaving it, the girl went back upstairs to retrieve her notepad from underneath the box still hidden there. With the paper and pencil, and as dusk slowly faded to night outside her window, Kitty came up with three answers to his question, but he would first have to tell her why he was asking, since each of her predetermined replies was based on a specific reason for inquiry.

It would be wrong of me not to mention her slight distraction from the task at hand, causing a couple new sketches to appear beside what she had written, and something a little more than a sketch on the next page down. The latter was of the scratches she had seen on Clancy's chest after the attack, and this would likely be what she was doodling when he came looking for her.
 
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Clancy could practically feel the distraction and the unease when he came up from below. He paused a moment, adjusting the comfortable shirt and pants he normally rested in, and checked to make certain nothing was wrong. No, not wrong, just a touch tense. There was only one way to find out what was going on.

Running a hand through his hair, he glided into the living room. "Miss Kitty?"
 
It took a moment before his voice registered in her mind, at which point she looked up, setting the notepad to the side before changing her mind and grabbing it again, then tucked the pencil behind her ear as she made her way down the stairs, thumb holding her place on the drawing's page.

"You called?" Kitty asked, finishing her decent and entering the living room.
 
Clancy looked up. "Is everything alright? The atmosphere feels... tense," he said, wondering how exactly to explain it. He gave Sam his obligatory pat as the dog came up to greet his fellow pack member.
 
Kitty gave a small shrug, not exactly sure what it was he was talking about, but knew better than to second guess his senses. They were more acute than her own, which had been proven to her time and time again.

"I dunno. I don't feel any different... really. Could be the stress from the neighbors you're on to." She offered her best guess. The girl was not adept when it came to perceiving subconscious emotions, but it could very well have been hers that he felt.
 
"Hmm." Clancy took a moment longer to sense the area then let it go. "That could very well be it. Speaking of our dear neighbors, I see they do not appear to be here any longer. Is there news about the boy?"
 
She nodded, plopping down onto the couch and setting the notepad on her lap, thumb still nestled inside. Briefly, Kitty relayed the information given to her by Mrs. Mooney.
 
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