THAT THIRD NOTCH
Prologue
The Slayer needed a lesson in respect. The entire flight back to England, Nigel kept mulling over this single concept. That Summers girl was impossible. The way she stood up to the Council; how she had had the nerve to set Quentin Travers an ultimatum -- an *ultimatum*, for crying out loud! Nobody gave the head of the Watcher's Council an ultimatum, period.
Then there was the matter of the sword-throwing. The damn thing had nearly sliced his nose off. If he hadn't flinched -- Nigel shuddered at the memory. He doubted the Slayer would even have cared.
She was out of control. It as obvious in the way she worked. With her puny human friends helping her. Not to mention the damn vampire that was aiding her, even!
It was an outrage. How dare she dismiss so casually everything he held sacred? Ignore the ancient ways that had been established centuries ago and followed ever since? No, this was one Slayer the world would be better off without.
He glanced over at his female colleague beside him. She was asleep in her seat, her glasses having slid to the tip of her nose, and she snored lightly. He was very disappointed with her and how she had behaved around the vampire. "I have done my thesis on you," he mimicked in his mind, grimacing. Like she wanted to score points with the creature. Silly cow--
He inhaled sharply as the beginning of an idea sparked deep in his mind. He pulled out his notebook and started outlining the plan, jotting down phrases and ideas and necessities.
TBC
Disclaimer: this story is based on the Mutant Enemy/UPN/Twentieth Century Fox Television series Buffy the Vampire Slayer. All characters belong to their original creators. The story was written for entertainment only and no copyright infringement was intended.
Prologue
The Slayer needed a lesson in respect. The entire flight back to England, Nigel kept mulling over this single concept. That Summers girl was impossible. The way she stood up to the Council; how she had had the nerve to set Quentin Travers an ultimatum -- an *ultimatum*, for crying out loud! Nobody gave the head of the Watcher's Council an ultimatum, period.
Then there was the matter of the sword-throwing. The damn thing had nearly sliced his nose off. If he hadn't flinched -- Nigel shuddered at the memory. He doubted the Slayer would even have cared.
She was out of control. It as obvious in the way she worked. With her puny human friends helping her. Not to mention the damn vampire that was aiding her, even!
It was an outrage. How dare she dismiss so casually everything he held sacred? Ignore the ancient ways that had been established centuries ago and followed ever since? No, this was one Slayer the world would be better off without.
He glanced over at his female colleague beside him. She was asleep in her seat, her glasses having slid to the tip of her nose, and she snored lightly. He was very disappointed with her and how she had behaved around the vampire. "I have done my thesis on you," he mimicked in his mind, grimacing. Like she wanted to score points with the creature. Silly cow--
He inhaled sharply as the beginning of an idea sparked deep in his mind. He pulled out his notebook and started outlining the plan, jotting down phrases and ideas and necessities.
TBC
Disclaimer: this story is based on the Mutant Enemy/UPN/Twentieth Century Fox Television series Buffy the Vampire Slayer. All characters belong to their original creators. The story was written for entertainment only and no copyright infringement was intended.