The Vampire's Apprentice

CLancy arrived and stood staring emotionlessly at the mess on his normally pristine carpet. He didn't move a muscle for a full minute. Sam came running up to him, panting and wagging his stump of a tail. "Miss Kitty?' Clancy called, not taking his eyes from the dog. "Should I, perhaps, call a professional cleaner?"
 
"Please do!" She called back, somewhere between distraught and just giving up. Kitty came from upstairs where she had been looking for something to get the dirt out. Being self-sufficient with a poorer mindset tended to cause a narrow view of what was possible. The thought that she wouldn't have to scrub the smell—or, in this case, dirt—away hadn't even occurred to her; she was always used to doing it herself. "I'm so terribly sorry! It was clean before, and I wish you could've seen it, but now it's a mess...."
 
"I can tell you tried," Clancy said in a comforting tone. He rethought his earlier statement. "It may be easier if you call. I shall leave you a number to call in the morning when the businesses are open. I take it Sam enjoyed going outside?" He carefully moved aside as Sam tried to lick him.
 
Sam gave Kitty an innocent look as if to say, Who, me? Me do wrong? Never!

Clancy sighed. "Oh well. Things come and go. They are easy to replace. Although I do intend to return everything in this house once it is clean."
 
"Where is everything, anyways?" She couldn't help but to ask. Things did not just disappear into thin air.
 
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"I have a storage locker where I put everything for safe keeping," Clancy admitted with a shrug. "It is not some secret lair, just a place where I keep a few things in case I must leave in a hurry."
 
"Yes I did, when I was a very young vampire," Clancy replied a touch cooly. He was not hugely sensitive about the memory, but it was not one he was fond of, either.
 
Clancy gave that one some thought as he started picking his way up to his office. "I am not certain. I have never analyzed it. I suppose dark humor often hits the spot for me. What about yourself?"
 
"Myself?" Kitty considered this, trailing after him. "I dunno. On-par jokes, I think. Generally everything seems to make me laugh."
 
"That seems a reasonable assessment of yourself," Clancy said mildly as he took a seat in his office chair. He turned to look at her, his hands folded in his lap.
 
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