Buffy the Slayer Vampire
by RalfQuimby
The Watcher Returns
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BtSV:The Watcher Returns
Giles answers his door, Quentin Travers is there with a young looking woman.
"May we come in?" asks the watcher.
"Oh very well, come in." Giles reluctantly agrees. "What brings you here?" pointing to a
chair.
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"Buffy, how did you get that name?" asks Willow. "It's something I've always wondered, but
never had the nerve to ask."
"Mom needed drugs when I was born." she explains. "She was still woozy when they asked her
what name to put on the birth certificate. It was supposed to be Elizabeth, but came out
Buffy."
A female vampire jumps out of a tree landing behind Willow. "Oooo, lunch!" gloats the
vampire.
She moves fast grabbing Willow and biting her on the neck. She then gets a disgusted look
on her face.
"What have you been eating?" she yells spitting. "I haven't ever tasted anything that
bad."
"I married a vampire." is the answer as Willow kicks loose. "My veins are hers alone."
Buffy stakes the vampire and they continue patrolling.
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"Gretchen, if you would be so kind?" Travers asks the woman, who proceeds to deck Giles.
When he wakes up he is tied to a chair. "What the bloody hell are you doing?" he demands.
"That slayer of yours needs to be under better control." Travers responds. "Wesley was
even less able than you to accomplish this. Fortunately we have a last ditch method."
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The two women have finished patrolling and are heading to Giles' to report. They walk in
to find Giles tied to a chair.
"Gretchen, get her." orders Travers.
The woman attacks Buffy. She knocks Buffy into a wall, where she lays stunned for a
second.
Gretchen vamps out and moves to bite Buffy on the neck.
"She cannot actually drink her blood, but if she lets her bleed almost to death it works
just as well for turning her." explains the watcher.
"What are you talking about?" demands the ex-watcher.
"The way to control an unruly slayer is to make a vampire, and then bond her to her
watcher. That is you." answers Travers. "Relax I am doing you a favor. I am making you
immortal."
Meanwhile Gretchen has been clobbered ,less than successfully, by Willow and responds by
clobbering her back. Buffy sees this, vamps out and attacks Gretchen.
The two vampires fight getting the attention of Travers who sees Buffys game face.
"What happened to her?" demands the surprised watcher. "Who did this, and how many has she
killed?"
"She hasn't killed anyone." answers Willow. "We restored her soul."
"And what happens when she has that moment of pure happiness?" asks the watcher.
Buffy finally gets the upper hand and kicks Gretchen into the wall, where she lays
unconscious.
She then falls over herself.
Willow hurries to the side of her injured partner. "Are you OK?" she asks holding her.
"I need my Willow." she murmurs then bites Willows neck. Willow responds by holding her
head in place.
A few minutes later Buffy stops drinking and stands up mostly recovered. She grins at
Willow then unties Giles.
"You stupid girl!" yells Travers. "Look what you've done to that girl." pointing at Willow
who stands up rubbing her neck with a goofy grin on her face.
"What has she done?" Willow asks curiously. "I feel fine."
"How...what?" Travers stammers. "How did you recover so fast?"
"Shouldn't you be seeing to your friend?" interrupts Giles pointing at Gretchen.
"She will be alright!" he responds.
"Who is she?" asks Buffy.
"There was a slayer named Gretchen in Victorian England." answers Giles. "I thought the
fact that her watcher was named Quentin Travers was a coincidence until now."
"What are they doing here?" asks Willow who has found something to eat.
"They wanted to control Buffy by turning her and bonding her to me." he says with a slight
grin.
"Too bad, she's mine." asserts the hacker. "And I like her the way she is."
Gretchen stands on shaky legs. She looks around then follows her instincts, grabbing
Travers and biting him.
"Gretchen, stop." yells the watcher. "You don't know what you are do...Oh dear GOD! That
feels good."
"Get a room, you two." grins Buffy.
"Why?" Gretchen asks finally looking up.
"Look at him, he wants it."
Gretchen looks hard at the watcher and finally sees. "Damn, viagra didn't work that well!"
"You mean, you never!" Willow can't believe what she is hearing. "Why not?"
"Because it isn't proper." Travers answers.
"You are married." points out Giles. "And within a marriage.."
"What do you eat?" queries Buffy.
"He fills a mug, and I drink from that." responds the older vampire.
"We keep a bottle on ice. But that is for emergencies." says Buffy. "Straight from the
source tastes much better, and leads to faster healing. Not to mention is a big turn on."
she continues grinning.
Gretchen listens then grabs Travers. "Come, Quentin, we are going to the hotel. Now!"
Travers is dragged out complaining, but not to loudly, by his companion.
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The next evening, Travers calls Giles, sounding tired.
"...six times! That's more..."
"Than I need to know." interrupts Giles. Hearing a knock, he continues "I must go, there
is someone at the door."
He opens the door to find a delivery man. "Sign here please." He shoves a clipboard in
Giles' face. Giles signs and gets an envelope in return.
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To Rupert Giles
From Watchers Council
Subject Quentin Travers
It has come to our attention that Quentin Travers was a watcher during the reign of Queen
Victoria.
At that time he created the test known as 'Cruciamentum'. In all that time only one slayer
has survived it, Buffy Summers.
As a result he is dismissed from the council.
As a further result of the above your dismissal as a watcher is rescinded.
We will not try to give orders. Your slayer works better that way. However we will give
assistance when needed.
Barnabas Collins:First Speaker Watchers Council
PS Welcome back Rupert
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It has gotten late and Giles just sits there. He has a look of contentment on his face.
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Betcha thought I meant that bastard Travers.