The Vampire's Apprentice

"That is a dark story," Clancy said gravely. Then he looked at her. "And what is it you are expecting? That I shall become some kind of vampire vigilante for the homeless?"
 
"Not at all." She thought about this, finding the notion to be absolutely ludicrous. "It was a scenario that came to mind, being out in the dark this late at night. Maybe we could go looking for their hideout." Kitty shrugged again. "But that's just an idea."
 
Clancy sighed. "I should have expected that answer." He walked in silence for a moment. "The day after tomorrow. Then we shall go hunting. I do not wish to get blood on this suit, and tomorrow we have guests. Then we shall go find your trouble."
 
"I find it best to go in prepared for bloodshed while hoping for peace. It saves on the drycleaning," Clancy remarked. "Besides, you already pointed out that the last time you 'poked about,' it nearly killed you."
 
He had a point. Kitty wasn't usually one to think things through on an ideal level; a lot of it was wishful thinking. So, she consented to his judgement.

"What do you often do on nights like these?" She asked him, rubbing at her arm through a jacket sleeve as the wind picked up for a brief moment. She almost forgot to look where she was going, examining the night sky.
 
Clancy turned them toward home by a different route than they'd come by. "I might walk, I might hunt, usually I work and sometimes I go to the diner and watch people."
 
"The kind who walk into a diner," Clancy said in amusement. He turned toward their house and started up the walkway. "Come, let's get you to bed."
 
There are many secrets to making finger-foods appear numerous for very little cost. For instance, take a sandwich. Cutting a simple sandwich into four even wedges produces more sandwiches for the making of one, and keeps things tidy in spite of it. Life-hacks concerning food were likely one of the few things Kitty knew more about than she should have, and since she typically avoided reading cookbooks, it was outwardly indeterminable where the knowledge came from.

The house was, as she had seen to, spotless. Kitty felt almost slovenly in comparison, still having faded streaks of gelled color on her wrists and face. They weren't too noticeable, but they were certainly there if one looked close enough. She had worked extra hard to scrub the green splotch off her nose, so at least there was that.

Having remembered the twins mentioning their mum being allergic to dogs, Sam would be sent upstairs when company arrived. Kitty did not enjoy the idea, but it wasn't exactly her call to make. So upstairs it would be, when the time came.

Speaking of preferences, did you know Miss Kitty is fond of cheese? A little earlier in the day, as she was looking for the needed items to form creative little sandwiches—things like tuna, an onion, lunch meat—she was led askew by a small wheel of Gouda covered in smooth red wax. About a third of the wheel remains in the fridge, and (almost all of) the rest was sliced and laid out tidily on a nice plate alongside two variations of cracker and some salami.

Still.... Looking over it all, it seemed like she was missing something. Oh, wait; it dawned on her. There didn't appear to be anything to drink. What a foolish undersight! She would have to remedy that.

Thus most of her day was spent, as well as nudging a load of dry-cleaning and other such chores into her schedule. Kitty hardly had the energy to read afterward, though retained the sensibility of refrigerating plated cheese instead of leaving it out. She hadn't noticed sleep creep up over her while she surveyed from the sofa all things that had been accomplished, deeming there nothing else to do for a time except wait.
 
Sam slept next to her, appearing as worn out as his human. He looked like he'd helped Kitty the whole day when really he'd just followed her from room to room and tried to beg food off of her. It hadn't really worked, but it had been worth a try!

Clancy rose as always right as the sun went down. It was just after 8. He left Kitty to sleep while he dressed, hat and all, and took his time grooming. Then he went to his little human and shook her shoulder. "Kitty. Wake up!"
 
Two sleepy brown eyes opened to peer at him, and she stretched before sitting up. Kitty yawned and rubbed at her face. "What time is it...?"
 
"It is 8:20 in the evening," Clancy informed her. "Our guests shall be arriving soon, and I see you have been very busy today."
 
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