The Vampire's Apprentice

Clancy gave her a little wave and went down the stairs. He collected his coat from beside the door and pulled it on before heading out into the rain. He smiled as he turned toward his destination: the police station. Two gentlemen residing there were about to receive a visitor.
 
Light drops tapped silently against that glass panes. It was little more than sprinkling outside, yet Kitty found her eyes drawn to the bedroom window more than the pages of her book. The greatest compliment she'd ever received? What had that been?
 
Sam yawned and lifted his head to look at Kitty. He gave her elbow a sleepy lick. He was here, and he liked being here with her.
 
Kitty sighed and scratched his head. She set her book on the nightstand and pulled the covers up to her chin.

You really are a strange girl.
 
Sam settled down on the floor, content to sleep there. He started snoring loudly about half an hour later.

~

Clancy stood in the jail cell, blood dripping from the wall. His very eyes gleamed red as he surveyed the bodies of what had been two men, one of which even now still had a mangled brass knuckles attached to his hand. The vampire smiled, the expression sliding across his pale face smooth and easy. A white handkerchief came up to his lips, dabbed, and came away red. He turned and walked away confidently. Nothing was left alive in this cell. Nothing but blood.

Within moments, he was out of the cells and waiting patiently in the waiting room where the cop had told him to wait while she fetched her superior. He was there, neat and pristine with his cane in hand when she returned with the captain.

"Ah, Mr. McFarlin, is it?" the grumpy cop asked, peering at him. "And you wanted to know what now?"

Clancy spoke, his Irish accent singing out boldly. "Ah, sir, I thank ye for takin' the time to be seein' me. It is a matter of minor importance, ye see, but I could not be passin' by without askin'."

The captain seemed to be running Clancy's thick accent through a translator in his head. He finally rallied to speak when an alarm blared. "What the??"

Another cop came running from the back. "Sir! Two prisoners! Dead!"

All the cops ran back. The first lady cop glanced at Clancy. "We'll talk to you later, sir, leave your details if you want to be contacted," and raced out.

"Ah. A bit shoddy, there," Clancy mused as he turned away. "You should have made me stay until you were certain... but how could I possibly have done it?" He smiled again and stepped out into the rain, disappearing into the night once more. Time to go home.
 
Kitty opened her eyes as a crack of lightning lit up the room. She could feel her heart racing, pounding against her chest; the girl didn't move for a long moment, a nightmare still clear in her mind. Adrenaline faded slowly, and eventually she felt brave enough to wiggle her fingers to see where they were, finally sitting up in the darkness. Another flash of lightning lit up the room, but she saw nothing but darkness otherwise.

She sat there for a long moment in the silence. Sam's snores were audible, but only barely, drowned out by the thundering raps of rain heavy against her window. It was still night.

Kitty pulled herself out of bed and grabbed her book, no longer wanting to be in the room where her nightmares remained vivid. Using her small flashlight as opposed to turning on other lights, she crept quietly down the stairs and curled up on the couch, finding it the second best thing to her own bed.
 
Clancy came in several minutes later and shook himself off. He hummed lightly to himself as he hung up his coat and set his can in the umbrella stand. He took off his hat as he turned and paused. "Miss Kitty, is that you?" he asked, his brow arching in surprise. "Whatever are you doing down here? In the dark?" he added, realizing how dark it would be in here for her.
 
She pulled herself into a sitting position at the sound of his voice, barely able to make out his silhouette beside the door, though she didn't squint to see him. "Yes, it's me. I couldn't sleep upstairs."
 
Clancy hung his hat by the door and walked into the living room, standing in a pale patch of light to let her see him better. "Are you well?" he asked with a concerned wrinkle in his brow.
 
"Ah. I cannot remember what those are like," Clancy commented idly. He sat on an ottoman to remove his shoes, frowning when he noticed a bit of blood on the heel of the left sole. Oh, darn. He'd liked these shoes! He sighed and set them aside. "What did you dream about?" He stood again and removed his jacket, folding it up neatly.
 
Her face scrunched slightly in consideration. "Family. Kinda. Dreams hardly make a lot of sense to begin with."
 
"True, but it is just your mind's way of attempting to make sense of an equally confusing reality," Clancy pointed out lightly. He started unbuttoning his red shirt. The color perfectly matched the blood drying in the cloth.
 
Kitty turned from him to watch the rain outside the kitchen window. She didn't say anything for a moment, then tried to change the topic slightly, "I thought about the question. What you asked me back; it was something my mum told me once. 'You really are a strange girl.' Right before life hit."
 
"Oh? That is a compliment?" Clancy asked idly as he peeled off his shirt, revealing a white undershirt covering a slender, toned body. He folded his shirt and set it aside to be cleaned later.
 
She glanced at him, a grim smirk. "She didn't mean it that way when she said it, but I took it as a compliment anyways. Better than letting it get to me."
 
Clancy looked up from inspecting a spot on his undershirt to give her an amused smirk to match her grim one. "What, the one thing you do not let get to you? You let everything else get to you easily."
 
"I meant on a personal level." Kitty disliked the fact that he had a valid point, and even more so that he'd noticed in the first place. "There's already enough strife as it is."
 
"Hmm." Clancy removed his undershirt and folded it up. "I will have more dry cleaning for you in the morning. These stains are atrocious!" He turned toward her, pale skin gleaming in the moonlight. "Have you been able to get everything you need?"
 
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