__Bedtime Stories__
By Kath
"...the young girl jabbed the stake into the last vampire, turning him into
dust. And she and her Watcher lived happily ever after. The End."
The tall, slim sixteen year old boy closed the book and peered down at
the small boy in the cot. *sigh* "Aren't you asleep yet?"
"Rupert? Are there REALLY vampires?" Three year old Wesley sat up in
excitement.
"Of course there are. Now go to sleep." He pushed the boy back down.
"And there's really a Slayer? And she kills them all?"
"Sure....but, you know, she can't be everywhere at once and vamps
usually go after little children who are awake when they're supposed to
be sleeping. I'd be careful if I were you." Rupert grinned as the little
boy's eyes opened wide with fear and then squeezed tightly shut. Maybe
he'd finally fall asleep so Rupert could go watch the telly. 'Top Of the
Pops' was on. He got up and moved to the door, when he heard the tiny
voice again.
"Rupert? Where do our mummies and daddies go at night?"
"Wesley. I keep telling you, you'll find out when you're older. You're too
little now."
"I am not!" Wes was sitting up again, his bottom lip sticking out in his
patented pout. "I'm three years old!"
Rupert smiled in spite of himself. "Sorry. What I meant to say was: No
one is allowed to know until they're four years old. It's a secret."
"Rupert?"
<<God, how does someone so small have so many questions>> "Yes
Wesley?"
"When I grow up I'm gonna be a Watcher, and I'm gonna have a Slayer
and we're gonna kill all the vampires."
"That's nice."
"What are you gonna be?"
"I'm going to be a famous rock star. Now go to sleep!" Rupert flicked off
the lights and shut the door.
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