The Vampire's Apprentice

"Bummer. It sucks being sick," Norville said, completely misunderstanding and jumping to the first obvious - obvious to him - conclussion. He paused and looked around. "Oh, um, guess I'm being rude. Wanna come in or something?"
 
"Oh, okay." He nodded again, like a loose, lazy bobblehead. "That Mrs. P, she's a real character, ain't she? I thought she was a blast!"
 
It was an effort not to groan. "At least somebody thinks so. I get nauseous just thinking about her." Which was true to some extent.
 
"Awe, she's not so bad, just a bit lonely. And needs to be in charge to feel better about herself," Norville shrugged. "Mum agrees with you, though. She don't like when people try to poke around in her business, and she was darn offended that anyone would suggest she should poke in someone else's business."
 
"Fine, fine. I get it." Kitty sighed. "Keeping to oneself would be ideal. I don't understand why it's so hard."
 
"Guess it's pretty hypocritical of me to say in the first place." Her face scrunched as though she were displeased. "I ask plenty of things and expect to be left alone afterwards." Kitty looked at him. "What about you?"
 
Norville had apparently gotten distracted by something and was staring at the railing. "Huh? Oh, yes? Exactly right!" he said cheerfully.
 
She waved, heading back next door. Darkness wasn't for another few hours. Maybe she could teach Sam something basic. Like... sit. Simple enough.
 
Sam was waiting for her, almost glaring. Why wasn't he allowed outside? He wanted out! He wanted to be with his person!
 
Kitty held the door open, almost bowing to grant him exit. A sarcastic gesture.
As if dogs understood sarcasm. She was not a dog person.
 
Sam bounded out excitedly, dancing around Kitty excitedly. He barked at her, stubby tail wiggling. He wanted to play with his human!
 
Case and point. Kitty unearthed the strange rubber tire-looking object she had found and offered it to him. It squeaked; she had only just realized this.
 
Sam froze when he heard the squeak. He stared, what was left of his ears perked and alert. He stared at the squeaking hand and half growled, half whined.
 
Sam's front dropped, and he growled again. SQUEAKY!!!! He pounced at it, growling and barking, but taking care not to make contact with Kitty at all.
 
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