The Vampire's Apprentice

"Miss Kitty, on a video call, should it be hat, or no hat?" Clancy asked, putting his hat on then taking it off again. "I have a dreadful case of coffin hair that will not be tamed, yet I am unsure that wearing a hat is the proper way to go."
 
"You're inside. It'd be strange of you to wear a hat." Kitty hadn't been expecting him to ask such a thing. "People do not wear hats inside—much less their own homes—unless said person is obsessed with them. But do what you like."
 
"Hmm, I thought as much, but I do not often do these video calls. I am unfamiliar with the etiquette," Clancy said, sounding as if the idea was distasteful to him. He took off his hat and tried to flatten his hair again. "You spent a long time outside today."
 
"You still smell of sunshine," Clancy remarked with a slight smile. "Sunshine and..." He sniffed again curiously. "Small children?"
 
"Ah, I see," CLancy nodded. "I had not realized that would be a thing, but I should have. Children are like rats. Ever curious, and ever investigating everywhere they ought not to. Ah well, as long as you keep an eye on them when they are here."
 
"I know that." Kitty crossed her arms. "I'm lonely, not a fool. Be nice if you'd trust me a little more."
 
"Just because I trust you does not mean I am foolish," Clancy pointed out with a quiet smile. "You are not a fool, but you are still a human and new to this. You have much to learn, and I cannot be certain you know everything you need to in every scenario when you have never been asked to deal with these scenarios before."
 
There wasn't point in bickering. She was still, somewhere in herself, afraid of him. So she kept quiet on the matter.

"Were you ever a familiar?" The thought was spontaneous, but Kitty asked it anyways. She wanted to know.
 
Clancy looked up from fixing his tie, surprised by the question. "Me? No. I was not a good candidate for being a familiar, and, honestly, until the day I was bitten, I thought vampires were a load of hooey made up by people who didn't know what real monsters were."
 
"No," Clancy said firmly. "It is like bringing a child into the world and not something to be done lightly. Besides, it is a rather dangerous process. Many who change loved ones end up accidentally killing them."
 
Clancy hesitated, thinking back. He shook his head. "Another time we shall speak on that subject, but not yet," he said quietly, his brow furrowed fretfully. Then the look was gone as if it had never touched his features. "Any other questions?"
 
"Many times," Clancy admitted softly. "Especially at the first, but other times as well. Still, wishing I had not been turned is like wishing you had not lost a leg in the war. You can either dwell on the bitterness of what was, or you can embrace the future in all its strange possibilities."
 
"Fair...." She continued to gnaw before removing the thumb from her mouth. "I suppose that's three. You should get to... whatever meeting it is you've got later."
 
"I have a few minutes," Clancy said calmly. "Tell me about these new next door neighbors. What are they like? You do not appear to dislike them."
 
"Hm?" Kitty thought for a moment. "They're odd, certainly. In a streetwise sorta way. The youngest are the twins, JC and JP, though I can't quite figure out which is which. One's a girl, the other's a boy. Devilishly innocent, but children nonetheless.
"Then there's Norville, 'bout my age or so. Real skinny kid, kinda like my brother was." The southern phrasing had come back as it often did when she was in a pleasant mood. "He's nice, though a bit distracted at times. Makes for some good conversation.
"His brother, however, looks about like right trouble. He's one of those... ohh... one of those types of people who only wants one thing from a woman. He tried me, though I denied him. We just met today, so I'm only giving a first impression.
"Their mum looks like the addict. Stressed and easily annoyed, but she sounds like the type to keep to herself. We shouldn't have anything to worry from her."
 
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