The Vampire's Apprentice

"Have I ever told you what I do for money?" Clancy asked, hanging up his white tie and choosing a darker ivory color. "No, no I have not. I am an investment manager. Basically, I am the middle man who helps two people come to an agreement on investments, primarily investors in other time zones considering my limited schedule. This fellow recently came into a fortune and is terrified of making bad choices and losing it all. The lottery curse, and all that. So, he wishes to meet me face to face and ensure I am not some con man. How he intends to learn that, I am not sure. Perhaps he hopes con men in this line of work are terrible actors."
 
"Eh, true enough." He examined himself in the mirror then gave a slight nod of satisfaction. "Much better." A quick look at the clock. "And I have just a few minutes before I must leave. Though I hope tonight's questions will be short?"
 
"Not at all, so you'd best go before you're late." Kitty told him. "If I've fallen asleep by the time you return, you may wake me. Just try not to get into too much trouble while you're out, and for land's sake don't go losing any more hats." Her seriousness was broken by an unconfined grin.
 
Clancy's brow rose in a single salute. "You are beginning to remind me of a black housekeeper I once met down south. In that era, the blacks were technically free, but they were still restricted harshly. She may have not have owned her own house or been able to go to school, but there was not one jot of doubt as to who ran her employer's house, and every person in it - black or white - looked to her first."
 
"You're literally describing my life right now," she replied, "save one aspect: I do not run the house. I might maintain it, but you are the one in charge."
 
"As long as you remember that," he said brusquely. "Whether it be a cottage with the two of us, or a mansion with many servants, you are second in command. Still quite a step above the rest, mind you." He adjusted his hat once more. "I hope to be no more than two hours. Try to stay out of trouble, Kitten." With that, he strode toward the front door, scooping up his cane along the way.
 
"Don't get staked," Kitty called back, nostalgia seeping into her tone. "And I am still serious when I say that!"
 
"Heaven help me with that child," Clancy sighed. He hurried on his way, intent on not being late and not arriving in an undignified rush. Cool, calm, collected, and very much in control.

Sam just yawned as he watched the drama. People were weird, but they made good food!
 
A small smirk tugged at her lips as Kitty turned away. She snagged a book from atop the nightstand before curling up on her bed with the well-worn pages. Two hours was quite a long time to consider waiting, however, and though she was only few chapters into her novel, being awake was a notion long gone.
 
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Clancy arrived home after three hours and took a moment to sit in his favorite chair and close his eyes. What a headache! Oh, how he hated bumpkins, and he still remembered when he was one! Paranoid about the government, paranoid about other governments, paranoid about shadowy forces that controlled the governments... honestly, if even one of the conspiracy theories considering the power and all-knowing nature of the government were true, he would not be alive right now, nor would a number of other beings, supernatural or not, but that would be far too rational and logical for some minds!

He gave another sigh. Let it go. Let it all go. It was over now, and he had arranged and made a solid deal for a very nice commission on a ridiculous sum of money. Not bad for three hours of patronization and not ripping the man's head off when he asked to see identification for the fifth time! Now all he had to do was deal with a few emails. And if the man abused email privaledges, then they would have a very stern talk.

He rose, stretched, and went to hang his hat by the door. Better. Home where all was peace and quiet. He was nearly to his office when he remembered Kitty's request, and he went to her room. Should he wake her? He was not so sure, but it would be nice to have something tangible to take his mind off of things.

He stood in the doorway then smiled when he saw she'd fallen asleep with her book. He moved over quietly and slipped it from her hands, marking her place before setting it aside. "Kitty?" he whispered.
 
Her expression twitched briefly, unconscious ears hearing something, but not quite sure what it was. Was it important? Nothing more happened for a long moment.
 
Kitty let her blurred vision focus on the frame of moonlight forming her bedroom window, squinting at it. "I did?" She mumbled. "Why?"
 
Clancy smiled faintly. "Never mind. Go back to sleep. We can talk tomorrow." He stood then paused. "Oh, yes, what do you want for your birth celebration?"
 
She sat up and rubbed her face. "Did I fall asleep? I tried not to.... I figured we don't get much time to talk... so... it's night time, now." The girl either didn't hear his question or was too sleepy to process answering it.
 
Kitty yawned, stretching with her fingers splayed in front of her, not unlike the way a cat might stretch. She rubbed at her face again, not really sure what she wanted to say, but starting with, "I have a question," followed by a long silence while she tried to finish the phrase. "Okay, I don't have a question. How did the... thing go, with the person? That person."
 
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