The Vampire's Apprentice

"And do try not to go wandering about in the park. Alone. In the dark," Clancy called back to her before disappearing into his room.

He was actually hurt far more badly than he had let on to her, but a drink would help that. There was no need to worry her. Just clean up and find something or someone to... share a meal with.
 
Sounded fair enough. Kitty unearthed the one book she had with the unlabeled brown cover, finding her pencil and marking in it. She didn't expect to be sleeping too soon, so instead was biding her time until, finally, she came to the point of wanting to crawl into her nest. And when that point came, she did so.
 
Clancy waited until he was certain Kitty was asleep and Sam was with her before leaving. He went to the unsavory side of town and found someone no one would miss. He needed more than a quick drink tonight. This time, his prey would not walk away.

The next morning, a note waited on the counter (the table was in shambles) for Kitty. It only asked that she see to the clean up of the house and the replacement of only the most necessary items. Such as an overhead light.
 
Yes. Cleaning the house was good. That, and it felt really strange not to have a light in the living room. She let Sam outside as usual, watching him for a moment to make sure there were no threats, and found herself some breakfast.
 
Sam stayed close, growling at the lingering scents of the werewolves and dragging his new pantleg toy with him everywhere, as he probably would until it fell apart. He laid at Kitty's feet and licked his paws contently while she ate breakfast. Suddenly, he looked at the door and growled. A couple of seconds later, there was a knock.
 
Sam followed her, leaning on her leg as he glared suspiciously.

Mrs. Pugglesworth stood on the porch, sweating under her white shirt and yellow shorts. Wetness stuck her shirt to her doughy body, outlining her sagging flour sacks of breasts. She was not wearing a bra. Or anything else under the thin white shirt. "Hello, dear! Are you alright?" she demanded, beady eyes busily trying to see around Kitty.
 
With a silent, inward groan, Kitty slipped out onto the porch and closed the door, keeping Sam on the inside of it.
"Yes, yes, I'm quite alright." And before the woman could ask any further questions, she explained. "There was just a bit of redecorating gone wrong last night and someone got hurt in the process. Really, it's not as bad as it sounded. I do have breakfast waiting, however, and would like to get back to that before it's soggy."
 
Sam gave a single, indignant bark then sat in silence, waiting grumpily.

"Redecorating? That late? What were you redecorating? It sounded like a war in there!" Mrs. Pugglesworth stated, her voice reaching a piercing pitch at the end.
 
"I can assure you, it was not." Hopefully. "I really don't want to see you hurt, so my advice is you head home before Mr. McCleary finds you've been talking to me."
 
Her tiny eyes almost disappeared as they narrowed at Kitty. "Is that a threat? After I did what any good neighbor would do and checked to ensure you were alright?"
 
"No, no, not at all!" Kitty put her hands up in defense. "And I thank you for checking up on me, but I sincerely don't want anything bad to happen to you either. He has a way of... knowing things. It's scary."
 
The snort had a vaguely swine-like quality. "Very well. I hope your 'redecorating' goes on without a hitch." She turned and stormed back to her own house, he worn shoes protesting with each step.
 
She hoped not to have come off as particularly offensive, but the worry of Clancy was rooted in some legitimacy. Not that she expected him to do anything... though, you never could be too sure with a vampire. Even still, Kitty hoped it wouldn't amount to anything serious and went back to her breakfast. There were plenty of things to do that day—even things that weren't on the list, like cleaning the rest of the house, and finishing up that book she had been reading... and apparently looking into Driver's Ed. Not at all what she thought she'd be doing on a Tuesday afternoon.
 
It was late in the afternoon when another - much quieter - knock came at the door. Sam growled and pranced at the door the same as he had with Mrs. Pugglesworth. Everyone was a potential threat now.
 
"Well, look at you all walking around and such." She smiled in return, but went back to being serious a moment later. "You're not here to ask about last night, are you?"
 
He hesitated, leaning on his single crutch. His leg was still in a cast, but a walking cast. His arm was still out of commission. "No?" he asked. "I just wanted to make sure, you know, you were okay and stuff, and, you know, make sure you know that if you need help..." He trailed and shrugged.
 
She shook her head amusedly. "There's still a couple of good kitchen chairs; after you've come all this way, you might as well use one of them."
 
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