25/05/2008
Sunday - Brought To You By The Letter V - Will M.
“Well, we’ve got to run…there’s—there’s spaghetti in the fridge but don’t—”“Honey, we really should—”
“—reheat it in the tupperware; it’s bad for—”
“Thanks, Sis. Don’t worry I’ll be fine.”
“Thanks again for watching Billy for us.”
“No problem.”
* * *
“So…Billy, watcha watching there?”
“…”
“Billy…what are you watching?”
”Sesame Street.”
“Oh. Cool. I used to watch that when I was your age too…”
“…”
“…”
“What’s that?”
“Huh? Oh…you must not watch much. That’s the Count.”
“Why’s he have those teeth?”
“What, the fangs?”
“Ya-huh.”
“Oh. The Count’s a Vampire.”
“Huh?”
“Oh, I guess you wouldn’t know about vampires huh Billy?”
“A vampire’s one of the living dead…a nosferatu—can you say ‘nosferatu’ Billy?”
“Nos-fur..”
“Ah, sure you can’t. Anyway, vampires used to be normal folks like me, or your parents, but who get bit by other vampires, then they feed on the blood of the living to survive. They use the fangs to bite someone right on the neck—like right here, just sink the fangs into your neck in this spot—then they suck your blood. If the Count didn’t do that to people, he couldn’t teach you about numbers.”
“…”
“Billy? You ok? Didn’t scare you did I?”
“…”
“BOO!!”
”!!!”
“Ah come on kid, I was just funnin’ ya.”
Text posted at 20:59