The Vampire's Apprentice

So many more questions–

But Kitty did not say that.

She shook her head, then paused. Then she shook her head again. How was one supposed to say "please do not go looking for a hat" without being obvious? There was no way she could think of, so she simply clung to hope he would not.

"I believe that's everything." Kitty told him.
 
"Alright." Clancy turned toward the stairs. "I have some work I simply must attend to, and I will have some chores for you to do. Quite a few errands. I hope you do not mind that." He paused and glanced down at her. "When does one become old enough to get a driving license in this state?"
 
"I am old enough, I believe." Kitty thought for a half-second. "But why would I have need to drive? I am content to walk."
 
"True, but it may be useful for you to have a license. Perhaps after your eighteenth birthday we can get you signed up for lessons. Then we do not have to worry about guardian signatures or anything like that," Clancy said.
 
"Good night, Miss Kitty," Clancy smiled. "Until tomorrow." he went to work, letting her get settled in for the night.
 
"Goodnight Mr. McCleary." Kitty answered, grinning in return. She scratched out his answers on her notepad and went to bed.
 
Before he turned in for the day, Clancy made a list for Kitty that included three different ddriving schools for her to look into and choose the one she would like to be a part of. None of them had any openings until summer, anyway, so she had time to decide. He also had several other errands for her to run around town, and finally an instruction to go to therapy that evening. He had not forgotten that.

He looked in on her, watching her sleep for a moment. Poor thing. She really did work hard and did so well. He closed her door and went down to sleep.
 
Friday's questions:
  • What are the odds I will ever see another vampire?
  • What do you plan to accomplish within the next five years? Besides surviving.
  • Have you ever had to change your name? If so, when and why?
Saturday's questions:
  • Would you explain the extent of your hypnosis ability? For instance, can you control it; are there different levels of strength? What can it do to a person? How long does it last? ((Things of that sort))
  • If I had met your ten-years-ago self, what would you have thought of me? Would you still have taken me in as your familiar?
  • Have you ever met another vampire's familiar?
Extra just-in-case questions:
  • Do you have to keep your teeth clean?
  • Do you ever look up pictures of sunrises on the internet?
 
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Friday
  • Small, but certainly not impossible.
  • That is the question I was asking myself when you came along. I have been rather sidetracked in answering it beyond training you.
  • Of course, multiple times as I outgrew a previous name, though I tried to keep my original name as much as possible. I have also faked my death a few times.

Saturday

  • There are differing levels of ability, yes, and that is technically multiple questions. I cannot explain exactly how it works, it just does. The stronger-willed the person, the more difficult it is to control them, and you would be surprised who is strong-willed, and who is weak. The less inclined a person is to do something naturally - say, jump off a cliff - the more difficult it is to get them to do it. The more often they are hypnotized, the more easily they fall under the influance, and the easier it is to get them to do whatever you want. However, the more you hypnotize someone, the weaker their mind gets until who knows what they might babble? How long it lasts depends on a number of factors and the intention.
  • I probably would have killed you just to be safe if I was feeling lazy, or I would have just ignored you as I was not yet bored enough. Probably ignored you since you would have been seven.
  • Yes

Extra questions:
  • Of course! Do you have any idea how bad of halitosis sanguinivores suffer from?
  • No... why would I?

Sunday evening fell dark and clear, and Clancy had only just risen. He was still brushing his hair and staring at nothing in particular as his reflection copied him in his bedroom mirror.
 
Kitty sat gleefully upstairs on her bed, a lidded box in front of her; she had closed it. The girl made space and tucked it into her nightstand's drawer—it barely fit, though the drawer was surprisingly large.

The nights had gotten shorter my some, and therapy only barely cut into the night if she was quick to get home. Admittedly, the girl had opened up a little—a little—but not by very much. She still did not want to be there and instead had settled for brining a book to read. Books were something she did not mind talking about in the least, and generally the only thing she spoke about if she decided to speak at all.

Happy for the moment, Kitty followed the banister down the stairs, taking a sharp, swinging right at the bottom, and plopped down onto the couch to wait for Clancy.
 
Clancy heard her come downstairs and smiled before he walked out. He was tempted to ask how therapy was going, but he bit his tongue. No need to push. The therapist had reported that Kitty was opening up a little, but of course she wouldn't report on anything more detailed than that. She had been talking to her about books, at least, and the therapist was only too happy to talk about anything.

Kitty was on the couch, and Clancy smiled languidly. "Hello, Miss Kitty. How has your evening been going?"
 
There was no containing the grin—she knew something he did not. "Perfectly fine! How are you tod–night." Kitty almost said today. How funny!
 
Clancy raised a brow at her. "Are you feeling alright? You are positively giddy." He sniffed but did not scent anything out of the ordinary, just a heart-pounding excietment.
 
"Giddy! That's a good word for it indeed," she concurred. "But I can't tell you yet—as much as I want to. It must wait."
 
Clancy heaved a sigh and glanced at the clock. "Oh, very well. Did you have a good day... off?" He hesitated, his sharp ears catching a sound beyond her hearing. He frowned, glancing toward the window, but did not turn away from her.
 
"Very much so, though I believe I might need some new literature soon enough. There's only a handful of books in the house I haven't read." She absentmindedly noted his hesitation, but made no movement to project she really noticed it.
 
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