The Vampire's Apprentice

Sam was bored. He wanted out! He sat at the door and asked to go out, but for some reason, his human wasn't allowing it. He finally gave up and sat next to the bed, shredding the rope.

Clancy rose and went about his normal routine. Then he went to the office and stood looking over the books quietly. Well done.
 
With a sharp snap, Kitty closed the book she had been reading and finished. She sighed, noting that the rope was not likely to last much longer under these conditions. Besides, downstairs—as much as she tried to prevent it—had begun to attract a certain odor. Perhaps it was time she tell him. Or, perhaps she would keep going. Her self-preservation had begun to kick in, but her stubborn side wasn't up to letting go just yet.
 
Clancy stood near a wall, and when she arrived, he indicated a baseboard. "The baseboards are dirty, as is the inside of the oven. I do not know how you missed them, but I expect them cleaned tomorrow. That is all. You may go."
 
"I have three questions to ask," Kitty stated as the night before. She was fully expecting him to inquire first once more, and in him doing so, her sole purpose would be to reaffirm her lack of submission on the subject.
 
Touché.
"If you had to lose one of your five senses, what would it be and why?"
 
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"Hmm, I think I would lose the one I felt I could survive the easiest without," Clancy said after a moment of thought. "The one that would be least detrimental to my survival."
 
"At this moment? I would say either smell or touch for different reasons, but of course taste is not that important in this moment of time, and of course sound and sight could be compromised," Clancy said with a sage nod.
 
She had tested his answer—no one beat her at questions—and Kitty was on to his game. Fine. If he wanted a relevant question, she'd give him one. Her grin grew into a small smile, and she asked deceptively sweetly, "Why can't we drop the subject of my past, Mr. McCleary?"
 
"Because your past is mine, and you will give me what is mine, charming little Kitty," Clancy said in a pretty tone. "Why would you be so stubborn to risk your comfortable position as 'kind of friend' with me to refuse to give it?"
 
"Good question," she said. Kitty considered taking a stab at his game of fruitless answers, but her goal was to remain rigid in one area only. She was not to be rude. "I'd like to think it's because, since my insecurities lack anything to do with your wellbeing, I see no point in sharing them with you. I'd rather forget about them, not bring them up."
 
"You never forget anything, and it will come up again," Clancy said bluntly. "I do not think you understood. When you gave yourself to me, you gave yourself entirely to me. Futer, past, life, and death. You are mine. If I choose to not care about something in your past, that is my choice, but refusing to tell me is not your choice."
 
"Ah, but it is my choice," Kitty turned to leave. "And since I haven't told you yet, there must be an option in there somewhere. Goodnight, Mr. McCleary."
 
"Miss Kitty." The words reached out and wrapped around Kitty, given strength by the mark on her collarbone, forcing her feet to halt where they were. The longer she was in his power, the easier it would be to control her, but he did not want it to be like this. He had enjoyed the servant/almost friendship they had together and did not want it to be a slave and master one, but if that was what it took...

Clancy sat silent, letting her feel the power. Then it was gone. As quickly as it had stopped her feet, it released her. "I will know. I would rather not force you, but I will, should you test me. Think about it. Good night."
 
Think about it she did. Kitty wasn't sure what she felt more of: dread, or enthrallment? One side of her—the side bent on self-preservation—said she should let it go. Jut tell him and get it over with. But the other side... the other side was the reckless half. This side dared her to keep the secret—he would know eventually, but she could see just how far she had to push before his patience wore off, and in so doing she would experience that power again. Kitty would discover how he planned to make her talk, since by the next afternoon she was even more determined not to tell him. Curiosity for the unknown had won over.
 
Clancy left the next evening before Kitty could have a chance to talk to him. He slipped out of the house and locked it behind him on his way out to hunt. He returned home after a couple of hours and cleaned up. Then he went to work in the house. By the time Kitty rose the next morning, she would find virtually everything gone. Her closet was empty. The bathroom bare save for toilet paper. Nothing in the house of any comfort. Every single book was gone. The only thing left was Clancy's computer, and his room locked up tight. Only Sam and food remained.
 
Ah, nostalgia.

Once again, she was being sarcastic. The straws on her camel's back were dangerously close to breaking about now, and Kitty's self-preservation instinct was becoming stronger. Some things were not worth this much pain. Now, which option caused more?

Kitty spent the day in pajamas, which didn't bother her too much. If she wasn't going out, where were the need for clothes? Trying to put a positive spin on everything, she came up with a mental list of things to do after accomplishing the tasks he requested of her, assuming there were any. For instance, she decided to make a bit of art with the remainder of dog food—which was running dangerously low by this point. That venture actually took up a lot of her free time, but by around four, a semi-accurate floor plan of the house made from crunchies sat atop the table. She admired it for a moment before begrudgingly having to replace it into the bag and clean the table.

She went back to her room after that, watching things outside the window and absentmindedly humming a tune she knew. Kitty noticed she hadn't spent a lot of time observing the darkness as it dawned recently. So caught up in daily life, she'd almost forgotten the simplicity of having nothing. Sunsets were quite nice, after all. It continued to keep her mind off of everything else.
 
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