The Vampire's Apprentice

She fought for the toy until it was ripped unceremoniously from her grasp when he shook too hard. Kitty made a scrambling snatch for the end of it.
 
San happily bounded in a circle, playing "keep away" with the rope. He finally let her have it, tugging again and fighting for it. Playing was fun!
 
After a time, Kitty leased the rope to him, sitting back down on the porch steps. The sun had started going down, though it was hard to tell with the flat gray clouds stretching over the horizon. They looked darker in the distance; Kitty figured it would likely rain tonight. Sam would be inside, then.

She diligently took the dog bowls inside, setting them on the kitchen tile beside the bag of Sam's food, then went back out to call the mutt into the house.
 
Sam lay panting and completely flaked out, exhausted from his play. It took him a minute to respond to the calls, but he finally heaved himself to his feet, grabbed his toy, and proudly wobbled into the house. He looked around curiously, sniffling the strange smells. Inside! But he'd been told to stay outside. He looked up at Kitty. Was it okay to be inside?
 
Kitty didn't seem to understand what he was saying, so she didn't respond, closing the door behind her. It would be darker out soon; Kitty went looking for another book to read.
 
Sam chewed his rope and followed her, sniffing at the books as if to help her pick a book.

Clancy brushed out his hair and shifted his hat as he walked from the bedroom and up to where he heard Kitty moving about. He was dressed in black and red tonight in a suit reminiscent of an old fashioned gangster.
 
At the current time, Kitty lay across her bed, feet where her head should have been and toes fidgeting with the backboard while she gnawed gently on baby carrots, engulfed in the pages of Robinson Crusoe. She had not let Sam onto the bed, though left the door wide open should the dog wish to be somewhere besides (or within) the room.
 
Sam lay on the floor with his rope, chewing it contentedly. He lifted his head and stared at Clancy.

"Miss Kitty," Clancy called as he approached her room. "I will be going out, and I am uncertain as to the time of my return. Did you accomplish my list today?"
 
"Thank you. I shall wear a coat." Clancy glanced at the dog and sighed but said nothing more concerning dogs. "If you desire your questions, I would suggest asking them now unless you desire to wake before I retire for the day."
 
Kitty folded the cover of the book over her place-marked finger and sat cross-legged to look at him. "When's your birthday, and do you ever celebrate it?"
 
Clancy paused. He frowned. He glanced at the ceiling. "April!" he finally proclaimed, a bit relieved. "April... seventh. Yes." He smiled a touch sheepishly. "I suppose that answers the question of whether or not I celebrate it."
 
"Well done, son," Clancy said without pause. He smiled slightly, glancing away briefly. "That was well over two hundred years ago." He glanced back at her. "And yours?"
 
"Mine?" Kitty hadn't quite expected the question to be directed back at her. She thought for a moment. A long moment. "Well, I don't rightly know."
 
Clancy chuckled and put his hat on, straightening it so it sat at a jaunty angle. "I will see you later, Miss Kitty." He walked out, picking up his cane as he went. He had some visiting to do.
 
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