Ripper: Forever Watcher

Ripper:

Forever Watcher

The moon couldn’t break through the fog and Tina rushed through the narrow alley cursing the fact that she had to work that night. Her thoughts were of plans that a normal 18 year old girl should be looking forward to on a Friday night. Not waiting tables on the night shift at the diner. She fumbled for her lighter as she knew she had about five short minutes to squeeze in a quick smoke. “Dammit,” she said aloud as she searched through her coat pockets for a cigarette. Her search didn’t slow her pace and before she knew it, she had arrived at the diner. After she glanced at her watch she ducked behind the building and smoked what she had time for. With each drag, she tried to release the anger so that she could at least pretend to be pleasant. A pissed off waitress won’t make good tips, she said to herself. Hoping some lipstick would help with the tips, she applied a layer of cherry red. Tina ran her fingers vigorously through her almost black hair, trying to fluff her bob-style haircut. The contrast between her dark hair, red lips and pale skin make her strikingly beautiful. And Tina desperately needed tips this weekend. Rent was due on Monday and she knew full well her grandmother didn’t have it all. She would need to contribute. Tina Davies had lived with her grandmother for the past 3 years after the death of her parents. She’d dropped out of secondary school and started working. Classes were never challenging enough for her and the only inspiration she had in life was to make as much money as she could working as little as she could. She found she had a knack for dealing pot and had a decent sized clientele. Most of her drug-dealing money she put aside for future travel plans. She dreamed she’d backpack through Europe on her own. Leaving every care behind her for an entire summer. One day, maybe. Patience she had plenty of knowing that she’d make her dream a reality one day. “Bullocks,” she said angrily as she checked her watch. As she twisted her foot to crush out the cigarette, she heard a faint humming sound. If she didn’t know any better, she thought it sounded like a locust. She squinted and tried to see what was down the alley, but nothing was there. She rolled her eyes and made her way to the back door of the diner. Just as she opened the door, she thought she heard a faint sound of crying. She looked again and saw nothing. “Must be my imagination. Better lay off the weed,” she mumbled. What Tina didn’t see was just around the corner. There lay a middle-age woman motionless on the ground. Her wrap around dress was torn, heels broken off one shoe, and she still had her purse. Clearly this was not a mugging. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and it was apparent that she was paralyzed. There was terror in her eyes as she was slowly covered by a large shadow. Then all fell silent.

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Rupert Giles was grateful for the empty bus ride back from the beach tonight. In the back of the bus he sat alone, eyes closed, contemplating his future. He didn’t like the beach during the day. Too crowded. He endured the long bus ride to the beach once a week around twilight so he’d miss all the people. He had set out to distance himself not only from people in general, but also his old friends. It was his friends with whom he was involved that ended up getting his best friend killed. Something that would forever haunt him. His passion for music had left him and he’d quit the band. Although, he still often carried his guitar with him to the beach…hoping that inspiration would someday return to him. He was, after all, only twenty-four. Before he knew it, the bus had made its stop in front of a small old stone building. It was a library that had stood for well over 100 years. The back room was the secret entrance for the Watcher’s Council. He snuck in hoping no one would notice how late he was, found a seat in the back, and quietly cracked open his notebook. “Mr. Giles,” an elderly woman welcomed him. If he’d known that his grandmother Emma was presiding over the meeting tonight, he would have shown up on time. Everyone, including his father, turned around to cast their disapproving glares. After a deep breath he replied modestly “Sorry ‘bout that.” “Indeed,” Emma added then turned her attention to the room.  “This evening we’re going to pair up with our trainers and work on our fencing skills. Hope everyone is limber and ready.” Rupert smiled with satisfaction. He got to miss all the boring stuff and get right to what he actually looked forward to. Rupert kept himself in shape so he was always ready for the physical training. After his life-changing experience with the vampire that murdered his mother, he felt he should always keep himself in shape to be prepared. Watchers had the advantage of knowing what was really hiding in the shadows. The council moved to a big open room with mirrors and high ceilings. There was a large cabinet in the back with heavy duty locks keeping it safe. Inside the cabinet were a myriad of weapons from swords to crossbows. There were a few wooden stakes on hand, but watchers preferred to carve their own. Rupert’s trainer was a middle-aged, good looking woman who enjoyed sparring with him. There was no secret as to why Barbara always chose Rupert to spar. He usually took his shirt off in order to move freely and avoid damaging his clothes. Rupert took his stance first and positioned himself for the joust (sparing?). Barbara lunged first with a swift jab toward his middle. Easily pulling back he avoided her sword. With a quick response, he jabbed back only to meet her raised sword, well prepared. “Care for tea after?” Barbara asked while fighting. “Thanks, but I’ve gotta work tonight,” he replied firmly. “Another time then,” Rupert spun around and swung his sword towards her ankles, only to be met again by her sword. With this failed attempt he was thrown off balance and Barbara took full advantage. Barbara had him on the floor, flat on his back in no time. “Ouch,” Rupert exclaimed. Barbara offered her hand to help him back up. “With every move you make, you must be planning the follow up move.” Rupert quickly found is ready position again.

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Rupert enjoyed the peace and quiet of the night shift security job at the museum. It was a boring job that gave him plenty of time to study for his watcher training. He was paid a small amount by the council which allowed him to only have to work part time. He passed the hours by reading and listening to his transistor radio. For some reason, Rupert had a tough time staying awake tonight. The studying only made him sleepy, so he did some calisthenics to keep his blood pumping. Finally 4:00 am rolled around and it was time to go home. Rupert was barely awake as he stumbled up the stairs. Carelessness made him drop his papers and a sudden breeze scattered them. “Shit!” he exclaimed, thinking he was alone. He ran down the few steps he’d climbed to grab his papers. To his dismay he caught sight of the glowing end of a cigarette. “Oh, sorry,” he stated. “Didn’t see you there.” “No worries,” she answered back. “I’d have said the same if I had to chase down my shit.” He laughed as he tried to get a better look at the young woman.  Slowly she emerged from behind the dark stairwell.  She was dressed in faded blue jeans with a black sweatshirt. It was Tina Davies. “Come here often?” He asked with a chuckle. “Every night,” she answered with confidence.  “It’s my hiding spot.” She paused, then said “I see you most nights.” “Do ya,?” He asked with a smile. “Yea. You never look very happy,” she observed. “No, probably not.” “I can help you with that,” she offered lifting her eyebrows in encouragement. “With what?” “Happiness. You interested?” “No, not really,” he said as turned to make his way up the stairs. “If you change your mind…” she added. Rupert was already at the top of the stairs and felt compelled to ask, “What’s your name?” After a long drag off her cigarette, she answered “Tina.” “Nice to meet you,” He smiled and continued on to this apartment.  The closing of his door was practically deafening against the silence of this complex. There was never anyone around when he got off work. He chose this retirement complex for the solitude and quiet. Being a recluse was all that he wanted. No complications, no involvements. As far as he was concerned, he’d be a bachelor the rest of his days.  Life was smooth and tolerable. He needed nothing more. First thing he reached for was a beer and then slumped in to his couch pondering what Tina was doing there every night. Certainly not a place for a teenager. He guessed she was about seventeen…eighteen maybe. He figured she was selling some sort of drugs. While he tried repeatedly to convince himself that he wasn’t interested, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Although he relished his solitude when he came home from either work or council meetings, he found himself looking forward to running in to Tina almost nightly. She had a raw charm he found refreshing after dealing with the stuffy people of the Watcher’s Council. A couple weeks had gone by and he finally decided to ask her age, wondering if it could lead to something else. “So Tina, not sure how to be polite about this so I’m just going to ask it. How old you are?” “Eighteen.” “Really,” “Why? Thinking about asking me out?” “Actually, yea.  I know a pub up the street open late. Wanna a grab a drink one night?” “Thought you’d never ask.  Was wondering if I’d have to make the first move there, Rupie.” “Ah, nicknames already?” “Hope you don’t mind. Rupert just doesn’t suit you.” “Blame my parents.” “What are you doing now? I’m thirsty,” she announced as she stomped out her cigarette. “Let me just put my stuff away,” he said with a smile. He made his way up the stairs.            Before long they were at a booth at the nearby pub enjoying some ale. He offered to pay and she said gladly. “I’ll never turn down a freebie. So Rupie, what’s up with all the books? You going to school?” “Sort of, yea.” “College? Night school?” “Kind of a unique school,” He said trying to avoid further questions. “Gotcha.” She paused for a long moment then asked, “So do you ever get high?” “Used to,” he answered. “What gives?” She questioned. “Long story.” “OK. Backing off now.  So what do you do for a paycheck?” Tina asked. “Work at the museum. Night security.“ “Boring.  Really? A museum? I wouldn’t have guessed.” “Boring, but it pays the rent. What about you?” “Diner up the street. Won’t be doin’ it for the rest of my life, right?” “’Course not. So what are you planning to do with the rest of your life?” He asked. Tina drew a deep breath and answered with confidence, “Something fabulous.” The two closed the pub down that night, and for the first time in a long time, Rupert had a smile that couldn’t be cracked.

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An elderly woman was standing in the kitchen glaring at her teapot. “What is it about a watched pot?” She asked herself. While she was starring at her stove, her concentration was broken by a faint humming sound. She swore it was coming from the housing estate hallway. She shrugged her shoulders and proceeded to make her tea and milk. She gently stirred her tea in her favorite flowered cup as she slowly made her way to the bedroom. Suddenly she let out a shriek as she saw a large cockroach crawling in to her flat underneath the door. She stomped on it and chased it away, then proceeded to bed. “Oh the rich don’t have to deal with this!” She said, shaking her head in dismay. She slipped out of her robe, grabbed a book and enjoyed her tea. Within the hour, she was asleep.  Unaware that the cockroach had returned. Slowly it crept up her old lacy bedspread and made its way to her head. She stirred but nothing broke the concentration of the fabulous dream she was enjoying of living on a beach in Bali with servants and champagne.  Completely unaware that the giant bug had just laid eggs in her ear.

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It was difficult for Rupert to fall asleep any time before midnight because of his late schedule. Most nights he would unwind to an interesting book and a whiskey. He tried to make time for books that had nothing to do with demons. One night his book reading was interrupted by the slightest noise at his door. There under the crack was handwritten note. He opened the door to find the hallway empty. The note was brief and said meet me in the park at 1:00 am. I’ll be on the swings. Tina. An excited smile broke across his face after checking his watch. “One am it is,” he said aloud. The park was right across the street from their housing estate. Although it was too small to have a street light, but the full moon lit up the park. There she was, swinging with carefree smile that practically lit up the park even better than the moon did. “Glad you could make it,” she started. He awkwardly sat in the swing next to her, not quite sure what to think. “Forgotten how to swing, have you?” She asked. “’Course not,” he said defensively. “Fun. It’s called fun. I asked you here tonight because you seem like someone who has forgotten how to let go.” “Not really, I—I just have a lot of my mind.” he answered back. “Well, let’s jog your memory,” She said she lit a joint. Motioning for Rupert to try it, this time he accepted. After a long drag, he sat motionless, starring off in to the distance. “It’s been a long time,” he added. “Too long!” Tina suddenly jumped behind his swing and gave him a good push. He barely moved. “OK hon, you’re going to have to help me a little, here.” Finally he laughed and lifted his feet. He jumped off the swing like a kid and rushed over to push Tina on the swing. She was giggling and happy like she hadn’t done in years. With one giant swing, something fell from her coat pocket. It was a list of youth hostels across Europe. “Going on a trip?” Rupert asked. “It’s nothing,” she dismissed as she fumbled for the papers. “Nothing? Why nothing? Staying in hostels is a great way to travel.” “Just a dumb ass dream of mine. I want to backpack across Europe for the summer, if I ever get enough money…and courage.” “Courage you’ve got.” he reassured. Suddenly they noticed a bobby had turned their direction. Quickly she hid the pot in her jeans pocket, pulled Rupert close to kiss him. The bobby walked closer and immediately kicked them out of the park. Within minutes they were in his apartment making love. He felt a sudden uncomfortable guilt as he was peeling off Tina’s clothes. “Oh God,” he thought to himself. “What if she’s a virgin?” Tina sensed his hesitation and promptly ripped his shirt off over his head, then pushed him forcefully on to the bed. “You take too long,” she quipped. He just lay there motionless. “WHAT?” She asked sarcastically. “This isn’t your first—I mean, I’m not your first–? She broke out in laughter,  “You’ve got nothing to worry about.” She climbed on top of him and moved her hand slowly down his pants. “Jesus, Rupie. You need to relax.”  Finally an energized smile broke across his face and he quickly reserved positions. The passion between the two of them was practically organic. The next morning, Tina stumbled out the door to grab the paper for her grandmother. She couldn’t help but notice the sweet old lady down the hall walking aimlessly towards the door of their neighbor. She appeared to be sleepwalking as she knocked gently on the door. “What could she possibly see in him?” She mumbled to herself. Tina loathed walking past the door to this man’s flat. There was always a putrid smell of death that emanated from that place. Neighbors were constantly leaving air fresheners outside his door and he never took the hint. The most unusual thing was that she’d only seen the back of his grey head. Her grandmother said he was just a lonely old man and a complete slob. She figured that his groceries must be delivered because he never leaves his flat. The door slowly opened for the old woman. Tina stood there with a feeling of uneasiness that something might be wrong. But what? It was just past noon and loud knocking and shouting disturbed her deep sleep. She pulled the pillow over her head in an attempt to ignore the noise. But the noise didn’t stop. She dragged herself out of bed to check out the disturbance. There was her grandmother starring out the door with a very worried look on her face. “Tina dear, it’s Mrs. Monson.” “What’s wrong?” She said as she joined her grandmother in the hallway. “Don’t know. She’s not answering her door.” There was Mrs. Monson’s daughter and grandchildren banging desperately on the door, shouting for an answer. Finally the apartment super showed and unlocked the door. There was no one home. Nothing but the burnt smell of a metal teapot sitting on the stove. They shouted her continuously shouted her name while searching the flat and the surrounding housing estate grounds. Not a trace. Tina stood under the stairwell anxiously waiting for Rupert to come home. She couldn’t wait to tell him about Mrs. Monson’s disappearance. She flicked her lighter off and on trying to pass the time until finally, Rupert strolled around the corner. The moment he rounded the corner, Tina caught his eye. “Bit cold out tonight,” He quipped. “Bloody cold,” She replied. “Hey Rupie, remember Mrs. Monson from 212?” “Oh yea. Nice lady.” “She’s disappeared. Her family’s so worried.” “Really,” he said matter of factly, “How sad. The police have any clues?” “None that I know of. Scary.” “Hmmm,” he scratched the back of his head. “Got time to come up to my place for a bit?” Rupert asked. She smiled, “Absolutely. Let me just finish my smoke and I’ll be up there in a minute.” Rupert smiled and started up the stairs. Halfway up the stairs he heard Tina let out a loud shriek. In an instant, he had dropped everything and was headed back down the stairs. “Tina!” He shouted desperately. Tina was pinned down by a 7 foot tall creature that looked like a cross between a man and a cockroach. She kicked and threw as many punches as she could muster, while Rupert already had his knife out and ready. The first place he stabbed the creature was his arm and red blood quickly flowed out. The creature grimaced in pain and turned his attention on Rupert. “Get outta here,” Rupert shouted to Tina. The creature knocked Rupert in to the wall and Tina fled around the corner, He felt relieved that at least she had escaped. Rupert was cocky. “Is that all you got. My 80 year old grandmother can punch harder than that,” Rupert quipped.  Actually, Emma still packed a good punch. Being on the watcher’s council herself, she was well trained. They continued the battle and it seemed that Rupert had the upper hand. The creature was slow with no real agility. He had it pined against the stairway, ready to strike what he’d hoped would be the final blow. Suddenly it spit a green sticky tar-like substance that almost covered Rupert’s neck and chest.  Rupert grabbed his chest, eyes glazed over and he fell hard to the ground. Incapacitated with a stabbing pain, he felt completely numb, and barely able to breathe. The creature just stood there, rocking back and forth, waiting to be able to eat his prey. Tina had just come back with a large pipe and started hitting the creature’s head over and over until it finally fled, leaving a trail of crimson blood. In between his very shallow breaths, he whispered, “Thanks,” Tina attempted to move Rupert, but had no success trying to lift him. “I’m calling an ambulance,” she insisted as she took off up the stairs to her flat. It wasn’t long at all until the ambulance came to find Rupert unconscious and Tina slouched next to him looking terrified. As they lifted him on to the gurney, she kept telling him that he’d be alright. A few hours after being admitted to the hospital, Rupert regained consciousness. Tina didn’t leave his side all night. “Go home, Tina. I’m sure your grandmother is worried,” Rupert told her. “I already phoned her. How are you feeling?” “I’m fine. Really. Whatever that thing hit me with has worn off.” “What the hell was that thing?” Rupert sighed, shook his head.” “Since when are monsters real?” She asked. He lay back and closed his eyes, suddenly flashing back to when the vampire brutally murdered his mother. Suddenly he was reliving it, reliving the pain and helplessness. He recalled being barely conscious as the vampire quickly drained his mother of her life. All he could see was red. Tina watched helplessly as she witnessed Rupert shaking, stirring in his sleep. She felt sorry for him and couldn’t help but feel a little frightened. Did she really want to know more about this man she’d fallen for? Rupert  slowly walked through his flat hallways, yearning for his own bed to sleep in. Strangely he noticed the creepy old man dragging a heavy tin trash can down the hallway. He just shook his head in shock that he ever took out the trash. On second glance he noticed that one of his arms was badly wounded, wrapped with a cloth with what looked like dried blood on it. He flashed back to a couple nights ago when he and Tina fought off the demon. Was there a connection? All at once, he had to see Tina. A good night’s rest would have to wait. The diner was unusually empty that night. Rupert sat alone in a booth sipping coffee, hoping the cigarette would quell his excitement a bit. He knew Tina was scheduled to work that night and was determined to surprise her. He’d gotten out of the hospital early. He’d made the decision to seriously pursue their relationship. There was no sense living a life of loneliness just because he was afraid of hurting someone. He deserved happiness. But Tina never showed. The manager told him she’d quit suddenly (when he brings him another refill. He threw down a quid for the coffee and darted out, straight to Tina’s flat. Grandma said she’d left town. Decided to start her backpacking adventure early. “Without even saying good-bye? How could she?” He thought. Somberly he dragged himself down the stairs to his flat, already making excuses for her. She’s young, impulsive, and not ready for a commitment. “Oh bugger that,” he said aloud.  “How DARE she!”  Then he looked up and saw her at seated in front of his door. Backpack full and ready to go. “Hey,” she said, still sitting, he joined her on the floor. He stared straight past her at the wall. Not quite willing to meet her eyes just yet. “Was at the diner,” He said. “Oh?” “Wanted to surprise you. They released me early,” he said with a half smile. “I see that,” She tried to look at him but he ignored her. “So…you’re off, eh?” He asked. “Rupie, I’m so sorry.” “So am I.” Still not looking at her. “It’s time for me to go. These past couple months have been amazing. And they’ve given me perspective.” She moved to sit right in front of him. He had no choice but to face her. “I’ve loved every minute with you, and I really think I might be in love with you.” She rolled her eyes, “Well what girl wouldn’t when her man risks his life to save her from a monster.” He smirked and looked down. She reached to lift his chin and said, “But I’m still a kid. I still have a life to experience…and I’ll be back.” Rupert felt his heart pound. He already knew that this was the end. It didn’t matter how many times he told himself that she was only 18, it still hurt. Tina had a life to experience and Rupert had a demon to hunt. He could hope that their paths would once again cross under the stairwell one night, but logically he knew it was over. The next night he was hard at work in the Watcher’s Council library. Research was tedious and essential. His father came to his side, gently put his hand on this shoulder, and said reassuringly, “All you all right, son? And I don’t mean the bruises on your face.” “I will be,” he answered without confidence. “Yes you will,” he said sternly. “Don’t really have a choice, do I?” His father shook his head. Rupert never even looked at him. There would be forever animosity towards his father, and his destiny. Nothing would ever resolve it. Rupert drew a deep cleansing breath and asked, “So, what do you know about cockroaches?” His father grabbed some books and sat next to his son. They had a job to do.

The End

 

Ripper – Fan Fic from Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Ripper

The guitar was his solace. His escape from the real world that pressured him to be something he was not. The young man sat so comfortably on the lush green grass. Although it was cold, he breathed in the thick fog like it was perfume. He gently closed his eyes and allowed the guitar strings to pass between his fingertips. The guitar face was well worn from years of use and abuse. Eyes still closed, he strummed the stress of the world away.

If you could see past the long, messy dirty blonde hair, you’d see he had brilliant hazel eyes. But his handsome looks were hidden beneath harsh, distant expressions. He played the guitar with a disturbing sounding passion, as if it was his only release.

His serenity was abruptly broken when he heard his friend calling his name from a distance.

“Rupert!” Randall shouted. “Gonna be late for class, man!”

Rupert Giles ignored his friend and continued to strum his guitar.

“Hey! It’s almost eleven. Don’t wanna miss lit, do ya?”

“Don’t bloody care, really,” he answered quietly.

“But the final’s today,” Randall reminded.

“Really?” Rupert asked, barely conscious that his friend was standing right beside him.

“I’m serious man, let’s go!”

Rupert slammed his hand on the strings to silence the guitar, and then added angrily, “God how useless is a history major! I don’t see how studying ancient books can EVER be of use to anyone!”

Then Rupert went back to playing the guitar and Randall continued to try to interrupt him. “Your grandmother Edna paid for all of this. Have you no respect?”

Rupert not only ignored him but started softly singing what sounded like a somber rock ballad. At this point he couldn’t care less about the exam, his dead grandmother’s wishes, nor his best friend’s plea. At the moment, escape was all that made sense to him. Randall shook his head and walked back up the grass hill.

Randall sat in lit class, concentration blown, trying to analyze his best friend’s motives. Rupert had always lived on the wild side. Even back in grammar school he used to pick fights with the school bullies. Not so much to protect the preyed upon, but to see what it would take to put the bullies down. Randall always worked hard for his good grades, while Rupert effortlessly aced every class. Randall always knew it was a good thing he thought so much of his best friend. Otherwise he’d have beaten him to a pulp years ago.

“Cheeky bastard will probably ace lit with his ass on the grass,” Randall said under his breath. Both had relied on each other for friendship and common sense since grammar school. Yet now more than ever, Ruppert was firm in his desire to lead a aimless existence. Both shared a passion for music, yet only Rupert was in a band. Randall always concentrated on his studies. Both did share a kinship with some friends for their weekend pot smoking gatherings. Rupert was always his go-to connection when supplies ran low. Randall worked his way through high school and now college working various odd jobs while Rupert never seemed to need money. He always assumed the money came from his grandmother because his parents barely enjoyed a modest living. Yet one would never guess by looking at him. His clothes were worn and plain, never in anything but blue jeans and T-shirts. But it was rare to see Rupert anywhere without his guitar in hand. It was his life, his sustenance. At just twenty-one he had certainly established a comfort with his haphazard life. Randall felt sure that his best friend would soon be dropping out of Oxford to become a full-time musician. He recalled Rupert wanting to be a fighter pilot in his youth, but he knew full well that he was devoted to this music. Yet, he never could shake that this was all a ruse. Rupert was continuously at war with his family, fighting against some sort of specific plans they had for his future. Randall always figured it was the monotony of history major that he dreaded. Yet there was something far worse that terrified his best friend. Rupert was running away from something—something so big that he could barely breathe.

***

God the telly was dull tonight, Rupert thought to himself. He rolled off the couch with disdain and retreated to his bedroom. It was 1975 and there was nothing much for a young man to find easily. It was semester break and he had nothing to do but contemplate his future. He lay hopelessly on his bed staring up at his Bay City Rollers poster.  Suddenly he heard his mother, Sylvia, announce that they were running to the store to grab some ice cream. As if by conditioned response, he was out of the bed and headed down the stairs in a flash. The liquor cabinet had to be open! They had just finished supper and father surely hadn’t locked it back up yet. After he confirmed they had walked a safe distance down the street, he made his move.

“Dammit,” he muttered as he saw the lock securely fastened. “No matter,” he said as be grabbed a small knife from a kitchen drawer. Rupert picked the lock with ease and poured a glass of his father’s finest whiskey. He knew he had at least an half an hour before they returned. His father, Victor Giles, often took long walks at night, patrolling the neighborhood.  It always disturbed Rupert that his father thought of himself as so self-important. His side job was his important job, while his day job brought in the money. They lived in London in order to be close to work. Both of his parents worked at a local museum which barely paid for their living expenses. Their part-time job was what took up most of their time and energy.

Rupert made his way to the back porch lighting a cigarette while holding his glass in his other hand. The warm spring night was perfect to lay back on the porch swing. With the first gulp he took in a deep breath and attempted to release all the tension he had locked inside.

“It’s all bullshit,” he said aloud. He laid back and closed his eyes.

“What is?” A voice asked.

“Ethan!” Rupert acknowledged. “What the hell ya doin’ here this late?”

“Hoping you already had the booze flowin’ by now,” he answered as he reached out his hand for a swig. Ethan Rayne was a more recent friend. Not as devoted as Randall.

Rupert obliged with a nod and started up conversation. “Destiny is complete bullshit!”

“Right on, man,” he acknowledged.

“No seriously. It really is. No one is pre-destined to be anything. It’s all a matter of choice. Whether it be good or bad, it comes down to choice.”

“Are you prattling on about the Oxford thing again? You know you don’t have to go to college. Be a musician, man. That’s where the good chicks are…where the good drugs are.”

“I wish it was that simple,” he said as he went for a refill.

Shouting so that Rupert could still hear, “No seriously, man. It IS that simple. You don’t wanna be a history professor then don’t bloody do it! Your father really doesn’t have control over your future,” Ethan added with disdain.

Rupert returned with an extra glass for his buddy. “My sod ding parents are always acting as if the world is about to end! They’re like this all the bloody time.”

“Well seriously, dude. Who’s destined to be a history professor? Nobody!  Sounds more like a curse than a destiny.”

“Actually there’s a lot more to it than that,” Rupert added.

“I don’t care. It’s your life! Hey, let’s hex your dad. Make him forget about this destiny shit.”

Rupert lifted his glass for a toast and said boldly “Screw destiny!”

“Screw destiny!” Ethan joined the toast.

“God that felt good to say that out loud.” He shot the rest of this drink and said “You’d better go, man. If my father catches us out here with his best whiskey…”

“I’m gone. Thanks man, but hey—your family doesn’t have a say in your future. Do whatever the hell you want to!” Ethan acted encouraged and sprang off the porch on his way back home. “Oh and hey! Don’t forget about the Eygon ritual tomorrow night!”

“Wouldn’t miss it! I need some fun,” he stated as he gently swung back and forth on the porch swing.

If only it was that simple. If only his friends knew the truth.

It had been two hours and his parent’s had not returned with the promised ice cream. Rupert washed his glass to hide the evidence, and decided to go out and look for them. Really, the store was only about a 20 minute walk. He was increasingly concerned by now. Just as he opened the front door there were his parents, coming up the walkway. His father’s sport coat was torn; he was bleeding, and no ice cream in hand.

“Christ, dad! Rough trip to the grocery store?”

“We…ah…ran in to some trouble,” he responded as he walked in the door.

“I’ll get something to clean that cut,” Sylvia said as she headed for the kitchen.

““Suppose the vampires ate the Cornettos!” Rupert said sarcastically. It wasn’t that he was unsympathetic towards his father’s injuries; it’s just that it was so common place in his household, and he was used to it.

“Well they melted, dear. So sorry,” his mother answered as she came back with alcohol, gauze, and bandages.

Rupert Giles was the son of a watcher and was told his destiny was to follow in both his father and grandmother’s footsteps. A watcher’s duty was to train and supervise a vampire slayer. A slayer was a young woman who has been given mystical powers that originated from the essence of a pure demon. This gave her super-human strength, speed, agility, and endurance to fight against the forces of darkness. Since there was only one slayer on the Earth at any given time, the rest of the watchers worked on a council to continue to learn and train for their chance to have a slayer assigned to them. They were well versed in magic and demonology, but their expertise is usually the vampire. They were also highly educated, and could speak a wide variety of languages, both human and demonic in nature. They were typically well trained in weapons, as well as hand-to-hand combat technique.

Rupert was certain that his true calling was to live life completely free of any pre-determinations and expectations. No doubt he was best suited to play guitar in a rock band until he was at least thirty. He figured that if he made it past thirty that it would be a bonus.

***

Rupert had no idea that that it was a dream. He was ten years old again and his father was scolding him about responsibility and sacrifice. “There can be no doubt! Your destiny is to be a watcher. Like your father and your grandmother!” He was cowering in a corner, crying. Of course his father was unusually stern, but when it came to Rupert’s calling to be a watcher, he was relentless. Rupert was certain he didn’t even want to live if he had to be told what to do.

“But I don’t want to, Father,” The young boy argued.

“Destiny has nothing to do with what we want. You can’t escape it, son.”

It was all too real. Then out of nowhere a vampire was at his mother’s neck, swiftly sucking the blood from her body. She was dying right in front of him and neither he nor his father could do anything to stop it. He watched helplessly as his father tried to stop the demon, but was quickly knocked unconscious after being thrown across the room. The vampire’s voice said to Rupert, “I’ll have you for dessert.” The young boy remained in the corner, eyes covered by his hands, crying and terrified.

The obnoxious sunlight broke through the curtains waking Rupert from his horrible nightmare. He awoke in a cold sweat, still shaking.

“Shit,” he said trying to catch his breath. He threw his feet over the bed on to the floor. He had had this recurring nightmare for over a month now. He had no desire to inform his parents of the dream since as he wanted nothing to do with the life they lead. Besides, none of his dreams had ever come true before. He fumbled for some clean clothes and slowly made his way down the staircase in search of breakfast. His mother was there with breakfast on the table.

“What’s with the spread, Mom?”

“It was just too hot to sleep.  Might as well make myself useful,” she replied.

He couldn’t understand why his mother didn’t support him. She often assisted Victor with his part time work and still managed to keep a beautiful house. She was a very loving and attentive mother. Rupert knew he inherited his creativity from Sylvia. However, she seemed to follow his father’s direction out of respect or rather fear.

“Going to register for classes today, dear?” She inquired.

“Actually, I’m thinking of dropping out.”

Calmly, Syliva poured a cup of tea and sat down next to him. “Rupert, dear. I realize you don’t take your watcher calling seriously. But you were born to do it. I know this for sure. The council has verified it twice. There’s no mistake.”

“Oh it’s a mistake, alright. Intrusting me with anything this important is a mistake.”

“The world needs you,” she added.

Suddenly his father’s stern voice said

“No one else can do it. People go about their daily lives completely unaware that there’s such powerful evil around them. At any given time people are being murdered. A the slayer can only do so much, and she needs support.”

“How is it that you’ve never been assigned a slayer?” He asked with attitude.

“I’m just waiting my turn and performing my duties in the mean time. It’s incredibly important, son!”

“No doubt. Look, I’m not saying that being a watcher isn’t important. I’m telling you I’m not the right man for the job! The forces of nature or whatever ware dead wrong about me.”

“Actually, they’re never wrong, son.”

“I’m out, Dad. This isn’t for me. Tell the council I died. Make something up. I couldn’t care less what you tell ‘em,”

Raising his voice in anger his father stood, pushing the chair across the room. “This isn’t a joke. You can’t run from your destiny!”

Defiant, he grabbed a piece of toast and left the room. He could still hear his father shouting his name as he stormed out of the house. He made it as far as the park around the corner and found an open bench. He was grateful there was no one around.

With a pad of paper and a pen, Rupert sat down to write his letter to Oxford to officially drop out. It took all of five minutes to write the letter that lifted a tremendous weight off his shoulders. Not much made him smile, but there was a bright, satisfied smile on his face right now. He said to himself, “Life’s too damn short.”

***

. It was summer break and Randall was visiting from Oxford. Rupert was joined by his friends Randall, Phil, Ethan, and Dierdre. They were in nearby Epping Forest just outside of London. Considering it was close to midnight, they were amazed by how warm it was. Rupert was the last to arrive and he was carrying a small box. When he laid it on the ground, there was something live bouncing around in it. The others looked at him, curious. Ethan nodded to Rupert in approval.

“Man I’m beat. Does this thing have to be done at midnight?” Phil asked Ethan.

“Uh yea. Did you not read the spell book?” He responded.

“And who the hell is this demon Eyghon anyways? Are you sure it’s safe to be screwing with black magic?” Randall asked.

“Look, this isn’t the time for bloody cowards. Rupert and I have already done this a few times and trust me, you’ll like the results,” Ethan commented.

Being Phil’s first time, he really had no idea what to expect.  The tattoo of Eyghon would give them a psychic link with the demon itself, allowing them to summon it to temporarily take over the body and experience visions.  Ethan pulled out a plain envelope, tears it, and handed a piece to everyone.” Just lick it. You’ll thank me later,” He said. “Can’t do these tattoos sober!”

After the drug took effect, they all lay on their backs in the grass enjoying the moment. Rupert felt utter contentment as he was finally able to put the pressures of his world aside. They still had Randall’s tattoo to finish before they were ready for the ritual.

“Oow!” he exclaimed.

“These aren’t pussy willows I’m doing this with,” Ethan remarked.

While they gave each other the tattoos, Rupert pulled out a live rabbit he had in a box. Forcefully he held it to the ground while he pulled out a switchblade from his back pocket. He started slicing open the innocent rabbit that was struggling to free itself. “You carry a switchblade?” Phil asked in shock.

“For protection,” Rupert said bluntly as he skillfully sliced open the rabbit with ease.

“Rupert! You sick bastard,” Ethan added. He paused, thought a moment, then added “Ya know, that name never did suit you.” He paused to think a moment then announced “Ripper! Yea, Ripper works. Screw the name Rupert. I mean God, how cruel were your parents to stick you with that name!”

“Whatever, man,” Rupert said, shaking his head while continuing to slice open the rabbit. He allowed the dripping blood to fall in to an old wooden bowl.

Phil closed his eyes and announced that he was going to be sick. Ethan said “Well do it over there. Can’t have anything interrupting the ritual.”

“True, the slightest mistake could screw this whole thing up,” Dierdre added.

“I know. We’ve done this before, ya know,” Phil said as he took a deep breath.

“So who’s the guinea pig this time?” Rupert asked.

“Randall’s turn,” Ethan said.

“Nice,” Randall exclaimed. “OH, who’s got the chloroform?” He asked.

Rupert pulled a small bottle from his pocket and said with a mischievous smile, “time for a nap.”

“Does he have to be unconscious for this to work? Seems kinda dangerous,” Dierdre asked.

“Yea, someone does,” Ethan responded.

“It’s the only way to summon the demon is for one of us to be out like a light. Trust me, man. It’ll be worth it. You think the acid was good? What ‘til you get the high from this!” Rupert added glaring in to Phil’s eyes. This shocked Dierdre a bit.

“Just askin, being this is my first time,” She said.

They gathered in a circle while Rupert gently held a chloroform soaked cloth to Randall’s mouth. Just as he was close to loosing consciousness, there was a simultaneous clash of lightening and thunder. There was a big plume of muted-red smoke coming from where the mutilated rabbit lay. Suddenly both Rupert and Randall were sent flying back in to the surrounding trees with tremendous force. Randall slowly pulled himself up while massaging his sore head. Rupert was thrown hard in to a tree trunk and was knocked unconscious.

“Rupert!” Phil shouted.

“Shit, man!” Ethan exclaimed.

“He’s out cold! We gotta get him to a hospital!” Phil shouted.

“Are you kidding? Death would be better than what his father would do to him. Let’s just give him a minute.” Ethan said.

“Are YOU OK?” Phil turned to Randall.

“Yea, yea. Just got the wind knocked outta me. I’m fine…but Rupert…” he said as he knelt beside his best friend’s unconscious body.

“Just wait.” Ethan insisted. He appeared somewhat concerned but seemed confident that he’d wake up soon.

“He’s got a pulse, right?” Phil asked, words breaking up.

“Yes, Phil.” Ethan answered sarcastically. Then he turned his attention back to his friend. “Rupert? Ripper, man? Wake up. Wake up.” He continued to talk to him with hopes he’d finally see his eyes open.

Just minutes later Rupert’s eyes opened slightly and he asked “What happened?”

“Are you alright?” Randall asked worriedly.

“Doubt it.,” he answered as he pulled himself to a sitting position against the tree. He added, “Seriously, what the hell happened?” His voice was very shaky.

“Not sure. There was some lightening,” Ethan answered. “We never did finish. Thunderstorms were never part of the formula before. Something went wrong.”

“Are you sure you’re OK?” Dierdre asked worriedly.

“Just a little dizzy.” he added as he sat up and put his head between his knees.

“Damn, he probably has a concussion. Hospital!” Randall strongly insisted.

“No way,” Rupert answered. “I just wanna sit here for a while. And try not to puke.”

“Seriously, concussion! He hit that tree pretty hard,” Dierdre added.

“Shut it, guys. Just gimme a minute,” Rupert insisted.

All at once, Randall started laughing uncontrollably for no apparent reason.

“Dude, what’s with you?” Ethan asked.

Randall’s back was turned and he was breathing heavily.

“Nothing,” he said…then he suddenly turned and attacked Dierdre. In seconds he was on top of her and started tearing off her clothes. She let out a terrified scream and tried to push him off. “Randall, stop!!!” She screamed.

Phil and Ethan rushed over to stop him. Too weak to walk, Rupert crawled over unsteadily and tried to help. Randall forcefully pushed him aside with one arm. Phil and Ethan were finally able to pry Randall off Dierdre. They noticed that his eyes glowed when he growled. He took off running between the trees and was long gone.

“Shit,” Rupert said in between gasps for breath.

“What have we done?” Phil asked, starring straight in to Rupert’s eyes.

They waited for about an hour then finally made their way home. Rupert snuck in the house through his window to try to avoid his father inevitable questioning. To no avail though. His father was wide awake and waiting for an answer.

“Rough gig tonight, son?” He asked.

“Na. Just hung out with some friends.”

“So what kind of drugs did you do? You look like you’re high,” he asked angrily.

“I’m fine dad. Just had some beers. Look, I’m beat.” He tried to shut his bedroom door and his dad put his hand up to block it.

“Is that blood in your hair?”

“I’ll explain in the morning. I’m fine, I swear.”

“Better be. And I’ll be waiting for that explanation,” he said sternly.

The harsh morning came too quickly and every part of his body ached. He got up slowly and searched for aspirin in the hallway bathroom. His mother found him rummaging through the medicine cabinet.” Rupert honey. Can I talk to you a minute?”

“ ‘Course, Mom. What’s up?”

“I just received a call from your friend Randall’s father. Honey I’m sorry to tell you that Randall was killed last night. He was attacked by something; they’re not really sure what. He’s gone, dear. I’m so sorry.”

Rupert was speechless and couldn’t catch his breath. He collapsed on to the toilet seat and buried his face in his hands. “No,” he uttered quietly. His mother put her hand on his shoulder and tried to console him. He knew she had no idea why this was so devastating. The reality was that it was probably her own son that murdered his best friend. Thoughts of last night were playing back in his head. He was fine after the ritual. I was the one who got slammed in to a tree, he thought.

“I’ve gotta go,” he said as he practically pushed his way past his mother. He darted out the door in the clothes he’d slept in and was headed towards the one person he’d hoped would have answers.

Rupert knocked forcefully on Ethan’s front door. He swung the door open and greeted him “Ripper! What a surprise!”

“We need to talk,” Rupert said.

“Sure, sure. Come on in.”

“You alone?”

“Yea, the roomie’s at work already. Jesus, Ripper. You’d better sit down. You look like shit.”

Rupert found the nearest chair and stared at the floor while he announced, “Randall’s dead.”

“What?” In complete disbelief.

“He’s dead. He was attached by something…They don’t know what.”

“No way!”

“You know damn well that it was us! We summoned that demon Eyhgon and it killed him!”

“We didn’t finish the ritual. There’s no way—“

“Well apparently we did enough. He’s dead. Gone!” The anger he felt shot pains through his forehead.

“Ripper—“Ethan was interrupted.

“Don’t you EVER call me that again,” Rupert shouted as he shoved Ethan hard in to the wall with just 1 arm. He glared in to his eyes then took a couple breaths, rubbed his forehead, and headed for the door.

“You can’t tell anyone!” Ethan warned.

“I know,” he added and stormed out the door.

***

Rupert was completely at ease rocking his base guitar and watching the crowd dance. Nothing made him happier than the weekend gigs his band played. This was his true home. He was already over heated playing in his black leather jacket. He wasn’t sure if this look was worth the discomfort, but the girls seemed to scream a bit louder. Clothes were never a priority. Just whatever was comfortable and easy to locate in his dresser drawers. For a moment he’d closed his eyes and sensed the notes flow from his fingertips. Then his eyes met hers. Instantly he couldn’t stop starring and the rest of the room faded away. Her beautiful porcelain complexion melted him to the core. He tried to figure how her old fashioned appearance matched the tight black leather outfit she had on. She had short blonde bob styled hair with pale skin and deep brown eyes that seemed to go on forever. Something was array. Yet she starred up at Rupert as he played the ballad on the stage.

There was an instant attraction stung him like he’d never felt before. It threw him immediately off balance as he attempted to finish the song. His singing stopped while he continued to strum his guitar solely out of instinct. The lead singer of the band went over to Rupert and singing loudly next to him, hoping to get him back on track.  He broke out of the trance and resumed singing.

Back stage the lead singer, Steve, angrily scolded him.

“Christ, Rupert. There was a producer in the audience tonight. Keep your head in the game or we’ll find another bass player,” Steve admonished.

“Easy, Steve. Doubt he even noticed.” Rupert responded casually.

“Dude, I’m not kidding. One more mistake like that and you’re out. We can’t afford it at this point in the game.”

Rupert grabbed his things and stormed out. “Tosser,” he muttered.

The drummer spoke up after Rupert was gone. “Damn, Steve. I’m not sure you wanna mess with Rupert. There’s just something unsettling about that guy.”

“I know, and he’s one hell of a base player.” Steve added.

“How many completely reliable musicians do you know anyway?”

There wasn’t much more to say considering they knew they couldn’t go on without him. And Rupert knew full well how much they needed him.

Rupert grabbed a drink from the bar and meandered down the street towards home. He didn’t make it any farther than a couple blocks before he needed a smoke. With extreme ease he pushed out a cigarette with one hand. It was between his lips, waiting to be lit when all of the sudden, the young woman from the pub was standing right next to him with her lighter lit and ready. Startled he flinched as she tried to light his cigarette.

“Thanks,” he says, taking a couple drags.

“You’re the bass player, right?” She asked.

“Yea, that’s me.”

“Had kind of a rough night, did ya?”

“Well actually, I was doing fine until you came in. What’s your name, anyways?” Rupert asked.

“Anne…and you’re Rupert, uh?”

He nodded and set down his guitar case and backpack. “Wanna grab a drink?”

“I was waiting for you to ask me that,” she answered with a smile.

He grabbed his guitar case and offered her his elbow.

“My, what a gentleman,” she said as she interlaced her arm around his. They strolled off back to the pub where he was playing. There was hardly any conversation during that short walk. Mostly stares back and forth, trying to size each other up. He could tell there was just one thing on her mind. Too bad he couldn’t get that one past his father. Surely his father would notice the moans along with the bed banging against the wall. There was no getting that one past him. Maybe after a few drinks he could get her to ask him back to her place. She seemed well old enough to have her own place.  At least this was his plan.

The bartender immediately greeted them. “Rupert! Can’t get enough of this place, can ya?”

“Guess not,” he said as he slammed down some bills to pay for the drinks. “I’ll have a whiskey, and Anne here will have….uh….what’ll it be?”

“I’ll have the same. Make mine a double though.” She turned to Rupert and asked, “You don’t mind, do you?” She winked.

“Of course not,” he replied, trying hard to conceal his smile of anticipation.

“So tell me about yourself, Rupert,” She began. “Gimme details.”

“Hmmm. Not much to say, really,” He started. Hopefully she couldn’t read minds because the last thing he wanted her to know was what his family was involved in. Vampire slaying, eradicating the world of demons–not quite the normal family stories. “I was a senior at Oxford, but I just dropped out. Music is my future. My parents don’t have a clue what’s best for me,” He snapped.

“Oh, so college boy. Would never have guessed it. How old are ya anyway?”

“Twenty-one.”

“Aren’t you going to ask my age?” She said seductively.

“Oh I know better than to ask a woman her age,” he answered.

“How polite. I’ll just say that I’m older than you.”

“I like older women,” Rupert says, putting his arm around her waist and dragging her to within kissing distance. She smiled then backed off a bit.

“You’re cute. I’ve been coming here for a while now, watching your gigs. I finally got up the guts to make sure you noticed me.”

“Can’t believe I didn’t notice you before,” He said as he rested his face on his palm…starring at her.

“Yea, I mostly keep to myself. A girl’s gotta be careful, you know.  There’s just something about you. I sense that danger surrounds you somehow. No idea what or why,” she shook her head of short blonde hair. “No matter. Just had to check you out for myself.”

“Danger? Me? I’m as tame as a kitten,” he said as he reached to play with her hair.

“Well, there’s something about you. I’m sure of it,” she said, squinting in concentration.

Rupert pulled back and studied her face.” What was that all about?”

“A lady can never be too cautious, ya know.”

“Well of course. Yes.”

Charlie approached them. “Another round?”

Rupert awaited her answer…which was of course, yes.

After 3 rounds of drinks and enough small talk to bore them both silly, Anne asked the big question. “Wanna go back to my place?”

“Hell yes,” He started. “I would have asked you but I still live with my parents. Embarrassing, really.”

“Not at all. You’ll be out of there soon enough. Free rent isn’t a bad thing.”

“Do you need to call them or anything? So they don’t worry, I mean.”

“Bugger that. Not a chance in hell.” He made his way out of the pub with his guitar in one hand and Anne in the other.

Anne’s flat was in a bad part of town. No matter, Rupert though. He wasn’t here to see the sights. He wanted his hands on her as quickly as possible and was grateful she felt the same way. They weren’t halfway in before they started undressing each other.

Rupert’s jeans jacket and T-shirt was the first to be ripped off. A new side of Anne emerged as she attacked him like an animal, full of passion and desire. Not to be outdone, he answered back by ripping off her leather jacket, then her sleeveless T-shirt. Doing this forced her to spin around, almost as if they were dancing. In mid-turn, Rupert was able to catch her bra strap and broke it clean off. Shocked, he apologized and started caressing her breasts from behind and made his way down her front. Before he knew it he was on his knees. Her skin was very nearly perfect. No freckles no scars, no nothing. Just beauty that practically took his breath away.

“No worries, but you’d better be worth it though. That brazier cost me 10 quid.”

He took a deep breath while, still on his knees Anne turned her hips around to face him.

“You do know what to do, don’t ya love?”

“Of course,” he answered and leaned forward to kiss her knees. He was slowly making his way up.

“Be glad to show you where the sweet spot is.”

He looked up and smiled confidently.  Suddenly she forced his back to the floor and took complete charge. Taken a back, he could barely voice “alright then.” After a few thrusts and moans, they were thoroughly satisfied. He remained on the floor, still speechless by the experience. She was already up and getting dressed.

“Rupert babe, sorry to break up the party, but I’ve got a meeting I can’t be late for,” Anne said.

“Uh, no problem then,” he replied. “I’d like to see you again?”

“I’d love to. Maybe next time a proper dinner date first?”

“It’s a promise,” he said.

She was almost out the door when she turned back towards him and said, “There’s something special about you, Rupert.” She moved closer to place a fairly loving kiss upon his lips. “Like we’re connected in some way. Can’t explain it,” she looked perplexed.

“Glad I’m a mystery to you.” He answered back.

With a gentle smile, she made her way out the door. She didn’t seem to care that she was leaving him alone in her flat. “Can I get your number, love?” He shouted.

“Don’t have a phone!” She shouted back as she was already walking down the street. Lock the door when you leave, love! I know we’ll see each other again soon!”

She hurried down the street, muttering to herself, “I just have a feeling.”

“See ya!” He said longingly.

Tonight Rupert was relieved to forget about Randall, his parents, his so-called responsibilities. Just a night. He strolled down the street, cigarette lit, and trying to think of nothing but the positive in his life. Wait, was there anything positive? Dropping out of Oxford, yea that was positive. Evening with Anne was a definite positive. But all at once thoughts of Randall’s death permeated his mind. Ethan was on his last nerve, and he had no desire to face his parents. But it was almost midnight and he had nothing else to do.  So he went home and broke in to the liquor cabinet again. Thankfully his parents were attending a Watcher’s Council meeting and he started reading books in his dad’s library. He had to find out what happened to Randall. His father had the most incredible library filled with mystics, spells, demons, and, of course, vampires. Anything you’d want to know about the demon world but would never think to ask. Briefly content and curious he scrolled through a couple books before it hit him! Randall was dead. That was painfully real. Maybe his dad wasn’t exaggerating about the evil in this world. But that didn’t mean that he had to become a watcher. There were people far more qualified than he ever would be. Yet he suddenly felt compelled to learn more. So just for some reassurance, he grabbed a wooden cross and a small gun his father kept locked up. Victor had quite the arsenal..

The watcher’s council meeting was just a few blocks away and his was used to roaming the neighborhood this at this late hour. Yet he felt more scared than nervous. Rationally, he figured he knew this was ridiculous to feel this way. Had he started giving in to his destiny? Not a chance, he just went out in search of reassurance that it was all an exaggeration of his father’s over-active imagination.

His fears were stopped as he quietly entered the building. It was a small room in the back of an old church. The watchers felt that it was a safe place being that it was a church. Maybe God would help protect them against the forces of evil. Rupert let out a silent chuckle. He found his parents alive and well. Letting out a nervous sigh, he finally allowed himself to relax. Might as well stay a bit, he thought, and he found a seat in the very back of the room. There was a break and Sylvia went out for a quick smoke. Rupert was leaning back against the wall, eyes closed, remembering his night with Anne. A content smile was fixed upon his face until his dad noticed him.

“Rupert, son. What are you doing here?”

“Just bored, I guess.”

“Interesting place to come when you’re bored,” He said suspecting he was lying.

“I got this weird feeling that something was wrong. Just wanted to make sure you two were all right.”

“Hmmm. Watcher’s intuition?”

“Shut it, dad. You know I think it’s a bunch of crap.”

Suddenly there was a scream from outside. His stomach was instantly sick as he and his father ran out to check. Nothing but adrenaline kept Rupert moving through the halls. He was terrified as the scream sounded far too familiar.

Victor reacted instinctively to try to kill the demon that was attaching the woman. Then Rupert couldn’t stop the shock from paralyzing his entire body when he saw that it was his own mother the vampire had in her clutches. She was sucking the blood from her pale, beautiful neck. His father had already been thrown in to the wall and knocked unconscious. It took moments until he finally rejoined the fight, desperately trying to pry the vampire off his dying mother. Rupert gasped and collapsed helplessly to the ground when he realized who it was. It was Anne. This must have been the meeting she had to be at this evening. A meeting to murder a council member. Was there a plan? Did she know that it was his dear mother’s life she would brutally end?

Once he was able to force his eyes back open, their eyes met…just for a moment. He could tell she felt the smallest bit of remorse once she realized who her prey was. But the remorse quickly turned to a satisfied grin as she dropped her lifeless body to the ground. After wiping the dripping blood from the corners of her mouth, she fled. There was a wooden stake on the ground next to Sylvia. She must have tried to fight her off.

Rupert’s head was spinning and he couldn’t breathe. Fear kept him away from his mother’s lifeless body. Fear of knowing the certainty of his mother’s death. He didn’t even want to touch her because she was covered in dark crimson blood. One deep breath later he was crawling over to inspect her lifeless body. His father was again conscious and had dragged himself over to join his son. Her eyes were still open but she didn’t have a terrified expression…there was sadness in her eyes. Tears finally overwhelmed Rupert as they both cried the most painful tears of their lives. By then the other watchers had come out to find the Giles family in a tight embrace. It was over and there was nothing to be done.

Only a week later, Rupert and Victor stood at her grave site. Neither spoke a word. Victor left a bouquet of lilies at the base of the headstone. It was too painful to stare at the gravestone for long and Rupert had had enough. He returned home to retrieve his guitar. His friends Phil and Ethan were sitting on the doorstep waiting for him.

“I’m sorry,” Ethan spoke first.

“Is there anything we can do?” Phil inquired.

Rupert simply shook his head and walked right between them and headed down the street. He found himself sitting in a back, dark corner of his favorite pub, gently strumming his guitar and sipping a whiskey. The owner put the closed sign on the front door and allowed Rupert some time alone with his music. There was no place he could escape his feelings but found some comfort at the pub. As he played thoughts of Randall and Sylvia flooded his mind. They were gone and the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He could have avoided his best friend’s death by being more knowledgeable, more careful when dealing with black magic. He could have saved his mother if only he had been trained to fight vampires. Maybe his father was right and he couldn’t run from his destiny no matter how hard he tried. He was called to be watcher, like his father and grandmother before him. No decisions had to be made tonight, he realized. Just a drink and his guitar. There was nothing else to care about.

Several weeks had passed and he never felt surer of anything in his life.  He would be a watcher and maybe some day a young vampire slayer would need him. Maybe some day he could really make a difference. By the end of the week he was sitting in his first Watcher’s Council meeting, combed hair, sport coat over his black t-shirt, and leaning over an ancient booked entitled Vampyr. He knew it was time to open that book at last.

The End