The Vampire's Apprentice

So she wrote, concerning the two events. The story was honest—as she disliked lying, if she could help it—though she made only vague mention towards Clancy, stating she was too dazed to recognize much about him and saw nothing of him afterward, simply escaping from the scene while she had the chance. Kitty proofread several times, looking for inconsistencies in her words. Satisfied and finding none, she signed the bottom of the page with the date and brought it back.
 
The lady cop took the copy, glanced over it, then filed it to go to the cops in question later. "That's everything. You may go now. The officers in charge of this investigation will call if they have any questions."

Sam had wandered through the parking lot, sniffing at the odd smells and trying to find a comfy place to lay down.
 
Kitty thanked her, then went outside to find the dog, picking up the dish and remainder of dog food as the department's door closed softly behind her. She called to him, then started towards home again.
 
Sam trotted after her, snuffling about for food hopefully. More food now? Was this food? Was that food? Maybe this thing was food.
 
((This dog....))

Upon arriving at home, she set up the dish on the porch and filled it again. Kitty was hesitant to let him inside, and the other option was to leave him outdoors. Surely he could survive outside; it had been colder. Besides, there wasn't wind-chill underneath the porch. He'd be fine.
 
Sam sat next to the door and looked up at Kitty. Then at the door. When they turned back to Kitty, they were full of hope. Inside? Where it was warm? Please?
 
Absolutely not. Kitty felt like a dirty traitor, but she wasn't going to be awake and she had a good hunch the dog wasn't potty-trained. The last thing she wanted—and needed—was Clancy's politely frozen stare directed at her. Dog would sleep outside.
 
Sam whined but did not try to force his way in. He laid down on the porch with genuine puppy dog eyes and stared at the door after Kitty left.

Clancy was at his computer, working away. He heard the door open and waited for Kitty to come upstairs.
 
She didn't forget to pick her book up off the butcher's block this night, and she went upstairs, seeking out Clancy again.
 
"What is it you are reading tonight?" Clancy asked without looking up from what he was typing. He wore glasses tonight, special lenses designed to cut down on the glare and blue light of a screen. They gave him a librarian look with his crisp white shirt and black slacks. The only thing ruining the professional look were the fuzzy white slippers on his feet.
 
"Watership Down," Kitty replied. It was one of her favorite stories. "I'm just about through with it, though. You want the copy of my statement?"
 
"Watership Down? That highly sadistic story about the rabbits pushing a political ajenda?' Clancy asked as he turned and lowered his glasses to look at her. "I had not thought it your style. Yes, please, let me see your statement." He held out the hand not holding the glasses.
 
"I quite like it," She handed him the neatly folded page. "The escape from Woundwart's warren is a tad difficult if I've lost my attention span, but the rest is pleasant."
 
"I think we read two very different books," Clancy said mildly. He looked over the paper, reading it carefully. "Well done," he said. He stood, went to a file cabinant, and opened the F drawer. From there, he pulled out a folder and slipped the paper inside. If Kitty's eyes were quick, she would be able to see the word "Familiar" carefully penned in the tab. He put it away and closed the drawer before returning to his seat. "And how is your... canine friend?" he asked.
 
There was a good chance they did. Kitty tended to be rather oblivious when it came to politics and the like. She hadn't picked up on the notions, though could see the implications now that he had mentioned it. As for the drawer, whether she noticed what lay inside or not, she paid little heed to the file.
"Outside," Kitty replied. It was all she answered him with, but not all there was to say.
 
"Hmm. I shall be interested to know if he remains until morning." Clancy again looked over his glasses at her. "I presume you still desire your questions?"
 
"Yes, if I may." Kitty was also interested to see if the hound would still be there, though she figured there was a good chance he would be, seeing as she had fed him. Only time would tell, however.
 
She clasped her book lightly in front of her. Tonight's questions were rather strange.
"First question: If you had to describe yourself using only three words, what would they be?"
 
"That is not quite as strange as the '24 hours to live' question," Clancy mused. "I suppose... Refined, Vampire, Disinterested."
 
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