150 word drabble.
Disclaimer: Travers is not mine, neither is the Watchers Council.
- Artwen.
How cold Travers really can be.
"You are the Choosen One" he stated coldly at the trembling one girl after telling her the tale of the Vampire Slayer, only to receice a headshake followed sharply by a muffled sob.
"I don't believe you!"
He sighed, and pulled out a dagger, throwing it swiftly at her.
The doctor bit her lip as she looked at the pale girl on the operation table infront of her, a knife through the head, who could be that cold? The girl couldn't be more than 15 years old. She breathed deep in and got ready to talk to the girls parents.
Travers shook his head with dismay as he walked into the Watchers HQ, the magic that picked up the new slayer had once more failed, sending him on one more useless trip. Why couldn't they send someone else to these mindless bubblegum blowing drones?
