The Vampire's Apprentice

The woman gave a curt nod and hurried back to her own house.
On the other side of the little red house that sheltered a vampire, the curtains twitched, but Mrs. Pugglesworth remained inside.
 
Kitty went back inside to finish what she was doing, completing the remainder of the tasks with time to spare. She let Sam spend some time outside—should the twins decide to play—while she began a new book, seated on the porch steps. When evening drew closer, she went back inside to wait.
 
The twins didn't come today. From the sounds coming from the little blue house, it appeared someone had put bugs in someone else's shampoo, and the twins would be lucky to see another birthday.

As the night fell, the vampire rose. Clancy came up and stretched mightily before moving to his bedroom to dress. Once he was in his usual semi-formal attire, he found Kitty. "It appears to be a lovely evening today, don't you agree, Miss Kitty?" he asked, in a remarkably good mood.
 
She was upstairs reading on her bed, as usual. Kitty looked up to see him. "Oh, hello, Mr. McCleary. It is quite a nice evening," she agreed. "Mrs. Mooney had something she wanted to talk to you about, so there's a good chance she'll be over a bit later."
 
"Indeed? Hmm, I wonder what is about." He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "I miss my hat," he mourned for a moment, then brightened once more. "Did you complete your chores today?"
 
"Mhm." Kitty nodded. "I did."
The thought of the hat tugged a suppressed smile. She said nothing about it, though.
"Mrs. Mooney said it was something about last night. She looked kinda pink, though; I'm pretty sure she likes you."
 
Clancy shrugged. "It's a vampire thing. If I was half as popular to women as a human as I am as a vampire..." He trailed off and shook his head but did not seem overly bothered. "Well, seeing as apparently I need to wait for a guest, would you like to begin with your questions?"
 
She snickered at his first comment. "Yeah, sure. Questions." Kitty nodded. "First one; if you could instantly learn to do one thing without any drawbacks, what would it be?"
 
"Absolutely nothing," he replied promptly. "Nothing that can be learned without working at it is worth knowing, and if you do not work for something, you take it for granted."
 
"Nothing at all," Clancy said firmly. He waved a hand. "I grew up a grubby little snot-nosed Irish imegrant without a penny to his family name and who could barely read and write and know only the barest of mathamatics. All of this that I have now, all that I am now, I worked hard for. Because I worked for it, I am legitimately proud of it and myself. If I had been handed it all, I know I would not have anywhere near the same level of accomplishment, nor would I know what to do with myself once I ran out of handouts."
 
"Hm." She nodded thoughtfully. It made some amount of sense. "Second question: What does your voice sound like when you use that Irish accent of yours?" It was an honest inquiry; purely for curiosity.
 
Clancy gave her a look of amusement. "Lovely weather for this time o' year, is it not, ye wee scunner? Wudd ye call the jo maxi for later, then lass? I dinna feel so knackered now, but why leg it?"

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.
 
Kitty laughed, bitting at her thumb to avoid being loud. She hadn't a clue half the things he said, but it certainly answered the question.
 
Clancy chuckled softly at her amusement and went to answer the door. "Mrs. Mooney! Please, do come in. Kitty told me you would be coming. Miss Kitty, please fetch our guest a drink."
Mrs. Mooney looked a little off balance at the warm welcome but willingly let Clancy guide her to the couch to sit.
 
The girl had a grin on her face, and she went willingly to retrieve–
"What would you like to drink?" Kitty asked. "There's tea, milk, water...."
 
She nodded, returning a moment later with a clear glass of water, then went to find a seat on one of the chairs in the living room.
 
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