The Vampire's Apprentice

"It was the first thing off the top of my head." There was more to this statement, but Kitty didn't want to say. "I couldn't think of anything better afterward."
 
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Clancy gave a long, drawn-out sigh. He looked back at the dog, who lolled out his tongue and started panting. "Well, it's a skinny beast. Feed it up." He shook his head and turned away to fetch his shirts. "Thank you for cleaning my shirts. And you should get a collar and leash for that thing, and do not forget the police."
 
Sam was still staring at Clancy and ignored Kitty.
Clancy picked up his shirts and carried them to the bedroom he used as a closet. Sam turned to watch him, still panting happily.
 
Of course not.... Kitty tugged lightly on the dog's ear to get his attention. "C'mon, you. I'm not leaving you alone in the house."
 
Sam whined, curious as to why she was tugging on his nubby ears, and flipped his head almost backward to look at her. What? he almost seemed to be asking. Who?
 
"C'mon," she said again, patting her knees. "Either you're coming with me or you better not make a mess."
 
He finally picked up his romp and started following her and would follow her faithfully! Until something distracted him and he went off to give it a thorough sniffing and possibly try to eat it.
 
As long as he was outside, she trusted he'd stick around somewhere nearby. Kitty exhaled and placed her book on the butcher's block before closing the door and tucking her flashlight into her pocket. Where to first? The dog looked hungry, but it would be more practical to snatch something on the way home.
Assuming anything was open on the way home. Kitty sighed at the thought. Okay. Look for some dog food and a dish, and he could eat while she filled out a report. Sounded practical enough. She only hoped it worked out as well as it did in her head.
 
Sam wandered around Kitty, plodding off to sniff that, hurrying to catch up only to stray off again, trying to eat a rock in the road... but he did stay fairly close to Kitty. He was slow, though, and soon started limping. His paw was still hurting from the splinter.
 
"Not too much farther," Kitty told him, noticing the limp. "Just around the corner, it should still be open."
It was funny, she didn't feel strange talking to a dog. She definitely felt strange talking to Clancy on occasion, so it was ironic to consider.

Ah, there were the lights. It was still open, which was nice. Kitty tried to avoid thinking of the time she spent in the parking lot and focused on dog food. She trusted Sam to spend three minutes outside without chasing something, and this was put to the test as she opened the door again, a small bag of food and a metal dish in her hands.
 
Sam had gone about five feet from where she left him and lay chewing on a piece of what looked like old tire rubber. He gnawed away enthusiastically, waiting patiently where he lay.
 
"You're a nut," Kitty told him. She pitied the animal. "The station's across the street. You can have some dinner when we get there." The girl pointed to the opposite side of the road, watching Sam intently, then began to walk.
 
Sam watched her go, and when he was satisfied she was, indeed, walking across the street, he picked up his new chew toy and followed after her. The tire bit flopped out the side of his mouth awkwardly.
 
She snickered, opening the door and letting the dog past. It had been a very long while since Kitty had seen the inside of this place, though it didn't look too much different than before. Directly in front of her was the L shaped counter; the person behind it working on something just out of sight—likely some paperwork. To the left of that was a square table and two chairs, though the chairs were void and the table was empty.

Kitty set the metal dog bowl down beside the door and went to the desk, hoping to grasp the person's attention. The main lobby was pretty empty, save this person, though she could see many doors to her right as well as a hallway leading further into the building, and on her left was another door leading someplace else in the department.
 
The woman at the desk looked up from her records book with a no-nonsense look about her. "Yes? How can I help you? And... is that a dog? You can't bring a dog into a police station," she frowned, looking over the desk at Sam sniffing the rug.
 
"I'm here to fill out a report." Kitty answered. "The dog can wait outside if it bothers you, but it is dreadfully cold."
 
"Unless it is a service animal, it has to wait outside," she said firmly. "Once you have taken him outside, I'll set you up with a report to fill out."
 
She didn't argue further, removing Sam to the outside and filling the dish there before returning to complete her task.
 
The lady cop took her to an empty room and sat her down with a pencil and official paper. "Please write down everything that happen with as much detail as you can. Be concise, and take all the time you need. When you are finished, sign at the bottom and bring it to me."
 
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