The Vampire's Apprentice

Sam wandered around the yard for a bit then brought his toy over to Kitty and dropped it into her lap. He looked at her beggingly. Please? Play?
 
Again, she had been distracted. The girl gave him a confused look. It faded away soon after, and Kitty picked up his toy, tossing it across the yard.
 
She was not happy. She was anxious. No matter how many times she threw his toy, or eventually after she settled into her book, her mood did not change, neither did time seem to pass any quicker.

At least she'd had the common sense to inform her therapist that Mr. McCleary was not feeling well and she would not be able to come that night. True—to some extent. Kitty didn't want to leave him alone if she could avoid it. Not right now. If only the sun would inch faster than a snail's pace–

But that digresses, and Kitty has a chapter to finish.
 
Finally, the sun dipped down, and the sunlight began to fade. The air chilled as the wind picked up. Still, Clancy slept until almost two hours past his usual time.

Clancy stood in front of the mirror and stared at himself. He'd wrapped up in a dark robe, and it made him look, well, like a walking corpse, but he only had the one robe, and putting anything else on hurt just to think about. He could hear Kitty moving about. He needed to see her. Slowly, painfully, he let himself out of the bedroom and limped slowly to the livingroom.
 
She closed a kitchen cabinet, then paused. Whatever else she had been doing, it could wait. Kitty went to him immediately; her concern was plain.
 
Clancy paused long enough to look at her and tried to straighten, but he could only shuffle like an old man. He turned and made his way to his favorite chair. He lowered himself, wincing, and manage to smile at Kitty. He held out his hands, trying to keep them from shaking, and pretended to write on one hand with the other.
 
She nodded, darting upstairs to retrieve her notepad and a pencil. Kitty hadn't flipped to a blank page, so in his search for one it was likely he'd come across a few of her doodles. The girl returned and offered the pad and pencil to him.
 
Clancy took the notebook gratefully and looked down, ready to write. He paused when he saw the little doodle. Fangs and his face and a hat? Ah, he'd lost his hat. He sighed softly. He liked that hat. He shook it off and carefully turned to an empty page.

"I cannot speak right now. Tongue is damaged," he wrote carefully and distinctly.
 
Clancy nodded slowly. "Will be slow to heal, but I will be fine," he tried to assure her. He hesitated a moment before finally deciding what to write. "I need to feed. From a living human."
 
She read his words, then read them again.

"Take from me, if you need it." Kitty replied, after his phrase clicked in her mind, then looked to him. She would have said more, but she wasn't sure what else to say.
 
Clancy shook hid head. "I will not hurt you if I can help it," he wrote frimly. "I will not. But if you can help me get out and place me in the shadows, you can lure someone to me. Perhaps a criminal mind. I will not hurt you."
 
"I've been through worse scrapes." She told him, sitting down on the carpet. "Much worse. What I don't see is how you're planning to get anywhere in this condition, much less do so without drawing the twin's attention."

Kitty paused for a half second. Her gaze dropped. "Plus, I... did something that is punishable by death... if I'm understanding your laws correctly."
 
Clancy wilted a little at her words. She was right. He could barely shuffle across the livingroom, let alone get himself down to the less savory parts of town to attack a robust human. Then he wilted a little more. Oh no... he almost sighed at her admission. "What did you do?" he wrote.
 
She hardly needed to glance at the note to know what he had asked. "I told Norville you were a vampire; a real one, and I explained my position as a familiar to him. This was after you had disappeared, and I was on the verge of going out to look for you, but if I hadn't had told him, and if he hadn't had convinced me to wait a little while longer, I would not have been home last night when you came in, and you would have likely died there.

"Even still, I told him of my own free will, and I understand that this could be the end of my life for doing so. He understands that he could die for this as well. Just... promise me you won't kill him." Kitty looked to Clancy. "Please."
 
Clancy closed his eyes, his head aching a bit. Oh dear, yes, that was a major infraction of the rules, but then again... who was going to believe a pot head? No offense to Norville, but that would likely save his life in this one. He opened his eyes and nodded tiredly to Kitty. Yes, the youth could live, and if he had the energy, he would give her some kind of talk about not telling anyone else, but he gathered she already knew all that.
 
Though not all the weight was lifted, a good portion of it disappeared from her cluttered mind, which showed. The dull look in her eyes faded somewhat, growing slightly clearer.

"Take from me." Kitty repeated herself calmly. Even if this was her final purpose, she felt it was worth fulfilling.
 
Kitty pulled herself to her feet, stepping into his grasp. Maybe she was a little scared, but more of feeling pain than of death. Of him? She was not afraid at all.
 
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