The Vampire's Apprentice

Clancy ran a hand through his hair and looked around. "What a mess," he said bleakly. He felt... numb. Tired and numb. But that was over.

Then he heard the sirens.

Ah, he had spoken too soon. He heaved a sigh. They should be here in three minutes and counting..
 
Kitty did not yet hear the sirens. Her ears were not as sensitive as his.

"I can get... most of it, later." She said. "Are you alright, though?" As she spoke, her eyes were inspecting Sam for any notable injuries.
 
"I will be fine. I am very impressed with your dog, though," he remarked. "Not many normal dogs would go up against a werewolf."

For his part, Sam was happily shredding the pant leg. He had been kicked a couple of times and would be bruised, but he'd come out of things remarkably well.
 
Clancy couldn't help a slight smile. "Alright, alright, the dog has proven himself."

The sirens grew louder and cars screeched to a halt in front of the house.

"This is going to be interesting."
 
Kitty looked towards the door, finally hearing the sirens. Her expression deteriorated into confusion and concern, but she trusted he had something in mind. She certainly didn't.

"You should put on a shirt." Those scars were going to raise quite a few questions, she was certain.
 
Clancy nodded and grabbed the remains of his shirt from the floor. He was able to get it on and mostly buttoned before the door burst open and two armed policemen charged in, their guns leading the way. He stood and moved off the stairs before coming to a stop, hands up. He glanced at Kitty and silently indicated she should stand next to him in the same stance while the police yelled commands, their overlapping voices making it impossible to understand them.
 
Keeping an eye on Sam, she followed his lead. The chaos of sudden loud sounds made he head hurt and she rubbed lightly at her temples. Was bed too much to ask for? It sounded so good right about now.
 
Sam stood in front of them, growling viciously, but not attacking. He wedged himself in front of Kitty, his eyes daring these new intruders to try him. Just try!

"Down, Sam, easy," Clancy said calmly. He waited out the police's yells until they calmed slightly. "Are we finished screaming so I might explain?" he asked casually, still keeping his hands up. "I am Clancy McCleary and I reside here. I take it the neighbors called in the ruckus?"

"Yeah, both sides," said one of them as the police eased, but still kept their drawn weapons more or less pointed in Clancy and Kitty's direction. "They said it sounded like someone being murdered."

"We very nearly were. May we put our hands down?"

"Yes, but keep them where we can see them," the cop warned.
 
Kitty crossed her arms and kept shifting her weight between feet, nervous for many reasons and annoyed by a few others. The smell of blood, even to her mortal nose, was starting to agitate her, and for crying out loud would somebody pick up the lamp and turn on the overhead lights?

A quick glance upward determined the ceiling fan that held the lights had at some point been relocated to the kitchen table, and the couch's precarious new position was only helping to obscure the fact. Of course it was never that easy; it was her turn to sigh.
 
"We need a statement from you, sir, while we get things figured out," said the second cop, finally holstering his weapon.

"Of course." Clancy stepped over and picked up the lamp, moving the shade.

The cops blinked in the sudden light. Then their eyes were held by Clancy's gaze. They relaxed, their eyes going glassy as Clancy spoke to them, his tone soft and gentle as he quietly told them exactly what they needed to know. Then he stepped back.

The police blinked as they came out of it. "Right. Well, we'll get back to the station and write this up. Sorry to bother you, sir, and good luck with the remodel." They tipped their hats and walked out, mostly closing the cracked door behind them.
 
"It's no wonder you've survived for so long...." Kitty mumbled under her breath. "Do you fend off Lycans often?" She asked.
 
"This would be the first time," Clancy said, looking around his house mournfully. "I have run across them before, of course, but mostly we just awkwardly try to go our own ways without causing a fuss. No one wants another war." He picked up his chair and ran a hand down the long gash in its upholstery. He'd liked that chair, but at least it wasn't his hat. He pulled it around and shoved it in front of the broken front door.
 
"I doubt you'll need it, but I'm definitely..." Kitty trailed off into a yawn as she attempted to find her way into the kitchen. Good thing she still had her shoes on; less chance of splinters as she stepped over the cabinet's shattered remains. "Definitely going to want some coffee if I'm to be of any use tonight," she finished.
 
"Never mind tonight," Clancy said. "I am surprised you can still be sleepy after what must have been an adrenaline rush, but if you are tired, just go on up and take a shower before bed. I will clean up as best I can, and tomorrow you can call a professional to finish the job."
 
"It's stressed me out plenty," She pointed out. "That in itself tends to make me fell numb, and when I'm bored, I sleep. Simple as that...."

She cleared off the stove and put some water in a pot to boil, finding and adding coffee grounds before seeking a broom to sweep the remnants of cabinet strewn across the floor. There were no intentions of leaving this mess to him, and she said so.
 
"Sometimes you make no sense," he informed her, but he let her be. It was rather nice not to be alone. He carried out most of the furniture and tossed it out the back door to lie in a heap in the backyard for now. Tomorrow someone could come to haul it away. Once there was space to move, he started cleaning up the blood spatters.

"I would like you to enroll in the first available driver's education curriculum," he informed her as he scrubbed the floor. "We should relocate sooner than I originally anticipated."
 
"Mm...." Kitty found one of the few mugs that hadn't been shattered⁠—one of the twin's gifts⁠—and poured the thick, steamy liquid into it. "When's that, do you think?"
 
"As soon as you can safely drive, preferably without someone to aid you," Clancy replied, moving to the wall. "There will likely be long daylight hours when I will need to stay hidden from the light and you will have to drive alone."
 
She nodded, considering this as she added sugar and milk to her mug. Kitty leaned back against the counter and sipped at the fluid. "When's the next time I'll have an opportunity to learn?"
 
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