The Vampire's Apprentice

She trusted him to do that, snuggling close to his furry self. For the moment, she didn't care he was a dog; he wasn't judgmental of her, and that was enough.
 
Sam yawned then gave her another lick before turning to chew his rope. Good rope! He leaned into his warm human, chewed his rope, and was a very happy dog.
 
As the day drew to a close, Clancy rose from his usual sleeping place. He took his time showering and dressing, thinking Kitty was out, but as he was carefully picking out a shirt to go with his grey slacks, he realized he was hearing two heartbeats, not just one. He finished dressing then went upstairs.

"Miss Kitty, are you here?" he called politely as he tapped on her door.

Sam whined and pawed at his human. He really needed to go outside!
 
Kitty sat up on an elbow, her curled hair falling in front of her eyes. She brushed it out of her face and rubbed her head, mumbling something or another, then calling out, "Yes, come in," while pulling her feet off the bed, somewhat in a daze, and brushed herself off. Everything she had done was complete muscle memory, and it only dawned on her a second after where exactly she was.
 
Clancy opened the door and paused, taking in the sight of Sam crawling off the bed. Dog on the bed. Ugh. He stepped aside as Sam bolted out the door. "I had not expected to see you home."
 
"I shall wait for you in the kitchen," Clancy said calmly. He went into the kitchen and got down a mug and filled it with something red in the refrigerator.

Sam was spinning in circles by the door, whining. OUT!!
 
Kitty followed quickly, opening the door and releasing the frantic dog to outside. She took a moment in effort to chill herself, still feeling that stress. At the least, she was thankful not to have dreamt at all.

It felt like she'd had coffee. There was no doubt she was a tad high-strung for having just climbed out of bed.
 
Sam took care of business and investigated around the house before returning to Kitty a much calmer dog. He looked up at her, panting, asking what they were doing now. Why were they standing on the porch?
 
She opened the door to let him back inside and made sure there was ample food and water in his dishes before taking a seat at the table. Was there something she was missing? There must have been something she was missing.
 
It was as though she'd just noticed he was there, starting slightly in surprise. There was a pause while Kitty considered his words, then made an attempt to answer in a more composed manner. "Just a little... jumpy, is all."
 
Kitty bit at the knuckle of her thumb. How exactly was she to answer that question? She sensed his guard and made an attempt to relieve it.

"Personal experience caused me to panic this morning and I...." She didn't want to talk about it, trailing off. "It doesn't threaten your existence."
 
Clancy drummed his fingers on the tabletop, his frown remaining. "Not good enough, Miss Kitty," he said, his tone still light, but his eyes stern. "I tire of your equivocation."
 
She crossed her arms, thinking about this for a stubbornly long moment. She didn't have to know what "equivocation" meant to understand what he was asking of her, and what he was asking was not something she wanted to reveal about herself.
Fine, then. She'd tell him, but that doesn't mean she'd be happy about it.
"I went to the neighbor's home to drop off some soup. The door burst open and out ran two little kids. They asked me who I was and why I was there, but the sound of the door crashing," the glare directed somewhere across the room melted into an expression of consideration and fear, "the yelling, their questions one after the other—it brought back bad memories and I had a panic attack."
There. She'd told him. Kitty hoped he was pleased with himself. She was not.
 
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