The Vampire's Apprentice

Clancy shuddered and jerked a little then relaxed, his eyes closing as Kitty washed. Everything below the waist was getting cleaned by default of the flow of the water, so Kitty did not need to worry about that too much. Until he was ready to stand up, then his pants would be sopping wet, but that would come when it needed to.
 
Kitty rinsed the soap out of his hair, then turned off the water. She was almost as wet as he was, though the majority of her sogginess was more water than blood.
 
Clancy slowly rose and stripped off his pants before grabbing a towel. He was finally cleaned up, and he stumbled his way toward the bedroom. The windows were covered up and secured from all light. It still was not his first choice, but he could not face the thought of making it into the basement. He pointed to the drawer that held his pajama pants.
 
Kitty retrieved a pair and handed them over.

"You sure you'll be alright?" She asked, trying to stick with yes-or-no questions since he hadn't spoken a word to her.
 
Clancy awkwardly slid on his pants, trying not to flash her. He waited until after he'd climbed into bed and laid down before nodding weakly. He reached out and patted her arm, trying to be comforting, but he was so tired. So tired. He just wanted to sleep. Questions later, sleep now.
 
Kitty was smarter than that, turning away until he was in bed.

It was almost as if their roles had been switched. She was the one sitting on the bedside, he in his weakest moment. What was it he had done for her the last time? Kitty barely remembered. Gently, she took his hand and laid it on the bed again, though left her warmer palm nestled in his cold one.

"Go to sleep," she told him, speaking softly. "You need it. It's good for you."
 
Clancy almost managed a smile as he watched her. His chilled fingers curled around hers, and he closed his eyes. His sleep was the sleep of the dead, and truly it was difficult to tell he was alive without breath or heartbeat, but it was the rest he needed.


Sam prowled the kitchen, growling as he snorted at the scents. He stirred clear of the blood, but his hackles stood tall on his back.
 
Kitty remained there for a while longer, not sure wether to stay or leave. Eventually, she released his hand, pulling away and closing the door behind her.

With a sigh, and forgetting about sleep for the rest of the night, she set about first making sure there was no blood soaked into the carpet, then worked on cleaning up the mess in the kitchen and bathroom areas, as well as everywhere in-between. Only afterward—maybe around 6 or 7—did she strip of her own blood-soiled clothes, tossing them and Clancy's ruined ones into an empty trash bag, which she discreetly disposed of a bit later, after she was also cleaned up. There was no intent to salvage those items; it was easier to find something new.

It occurred to her as she was washing the blood off herself, that he had not come home with his hat. It must have gone missing someplace. This was a note to keep in mind for later.

But right now, Kitty thought silently, pulling on fresh daytime clothes, right now there was a Norville to visit and a bed to climb into again.
 
After everything was cleaned and scrubbed, Sam finally stopped growling, but he still eyed the area suspiciously. He was not happy with whatever new scent Clancy had brought in, and he absolutely refused to leave Kitty's side. His human must be protected at all costs! He spotted her going outside and shoved his heavy head in the door and howled unrelentingly until she either she physically shoved him back inside or let him go with her. No leaving his human! It was a good thing Clancy literally slept through everything.
 
She let him come. The girl was too tired to argue with the big dog and, frankly, could have cared less. Kitty crossed the yard and made her way to the neighbor's.
 
The twins nodded. "He passed out on the couch after trying to watch for you all night. He asked us to watch in case you left without him. Were you guys going to elope? That's what our mum did, you know. Because of Norville when he was a bitty baby."
 
Kitty gently bit at her lip, trying not to smile amusedly. "No, we were not." She answered slowly. "When he wakes up, tell him Mr. McCleary is doing fine. I'm going to take a nap, now, so I'd appreciate it if nobody came over to bother me. 'Kay?"
 
"Yes!" She called back, rolling her eyes only when they could no longer see her.

Kitty didn't bother with pajamas, out cold almost the moment her head touched the pillow. It felt as though the last time she had slept this well was years ago; not a single nightmare to shake her awake suddenly. Everything she loved was safe and where it belonged.

Late afternoon was the next time she woke up, and (though she would deny it) Kitty lazed around for a good 20 minutes more before heading downstairs to eat something. She was waiting impatiently for nightfall; waiting until she could meet with Clancy again. Nothing else seemed to matter.
 
Sam yawned when Kitty woke him with her stirring. He yawned, following her around. By late afternoon, he scratched at the door and looked her hopefully. Out to play?
 
Hm? Kitty looked up. Of course he wanted out. She wasn't opposed to this, but she washed her dishes and snagged a book before heading outside, settling herself down on the porch steps. Yet, her novel remained off to the side, cover closed, as even reading was of little interest at the moment.
 
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