QT - May 2007
Chapter Forty-Four
Quentin Travers was sitting in his comfortable chair by his warm and comfortable fire, sipping his 1982 scotch. He knew the moment his informant had entered the room. A smile played evilly across his face. He was fortunate that he was so patient, unlike his unknowing patsy back in the states.
"Hey QT, you wanted to see me?" Nick answered, closing the door behind him.
"I do wish you'd stop calling me that, my dear boy. What took you so long?" Quentin asked the vampire.
"Hello, vampire here. Had to take a cargo plane, it took a couple of weeks. Would've been much easier if we could have just talked on the phone." Nick said huffily, sitting in a chair facing Quentin.
"I just wanted to talk to you man to man. Wanted to make sure that you weren't thinking about doing anything behind my back." Quentin said truthfully.
"Hey, I got no problems being in jolly ol' England. I mean the sun never shines here, I'm surprised I haven't seen more vampires."
"Considering the Watcher's Council is located here, I think I understand why the vampire population is kept to a minimum." Quentin answered, not hiding his irritation.
"Yeah, I guess that makes sense. So what do you want to know?" Nick asked his employer.
"How is he and the Slayer getting along?"
"Still not talking. Spike's nursing the kid sister back to health or something. He still looks as melancholy as he did when he left for LA. So when are we going to turn him?"
"It's not time yet." Quentin responded simply.
"Why do you want to turn him, if you don't mind me asking?"
"I want him to kill the Slayer and her old lover, Angel."
"Why Spike though? I mean he's in love with the Slayer and he and Angel are pretty good chums. Why do you think he'll turn against them when he's turned? And I thought the Slayer worked for you guys, why do you want her dead?"
"For someone barely above minion status, you ask a lot of questions." Quentin said.
Nick had a hurt look on his face which Quentin quickly dismissed and continued with his explanation.
"Spike the man wouldn't do anything to her, but his demon would. Technically she does work for us, but it seems that she has gotten too big for her britches and let's just say that I have my own agenda to attend to."
"Like what, some vampire offer you immortality or something?" Nick said jokingly.
"Nothing like that. I'm doing it for money, and for power. I have some pretty big demon investors willing to pay a handsome amount to have the Slayer put down."
"So why not just hire a team to off them?"
"I don't want this traced back to me in any way. I hold a very good position here, I have a lot of inside sources at my disposal. Besides, no will question it when William kills the girl. Most will be surprised it didn't happen sooner." Quentin responded lightly.
"So, how much longer are we going to have to wait?" Nick asked impatiently.
"I have to receive the word from an old friend before we continue."
"And who would that be?" Nick asked.
"Boy, you ask too many questions. It's beginning to make me suspicious. Why do you want to know? Why do you even care? I'm paying you a good deal of money for a very small amount of work." Quentin said.
"Just curious. No need to be suspicious. If you're done with me then I think I'll just let myself out."
"Yes, I'm finished. From now on we'll conduct all of our business on a closed line cell phone." Quentin said, handing the vampire a small black phone.
"No problem boss." Nick said, taking the phone
Nick then left his creepy boss and went on a site seeing tour of England. Quentin sat there calmly, staring at the fire.
For so long he had been trying to think of a way to get rid of the Slayer. She was too much of a liability at this point. Her vampire counterpart wasn't doing much to help out business either. He had been thrilled when been Buffy had been killed during the Glory battle, but his joy hadn't lasted long. Her nosy friends had brought her back and that just wasn't going to work. He still had Faith to worry about, but he didn't figure it would be that difficult paying a guard to off her in her sleep. He had to get rid of Buffy, and then he could start over.
He needed a fighting machine that would fight the battles he wanted her to. Since he had taken over the council thirty years ago, the Slayer had mostly been a hired assassin. One demon group would pay him a large sum to have another group taken out. Things had been going well until Buffy came along. He should have never put Rupert Giles in charge of her, he seemed to have just encouraged her. But now he was close.
He was going to get rid of her and he even had the perfect person to blame it on. No one would question Spike being turned accidentally and killing the Slayer. If Quentin was lucky Spike would finish of the whole band of misfits, but he would just settle for Ms. Summers being out of the picture.
Quentin got up from his chair and went to his desk, picking up the thick envelope sitting there that Nick had dropped off. Inside were pictures of Spike with Dawn, pictures of the Hyperion Hotel, pictures of the Slayer in her home, various documents about the various players on Buffy and Angel's teams, as well as blue prints of The Hyperion, the Summer's home, Spike's apartment building, and the warehouse that was to be Spike's hide out when the time came. Quentin smiled as he looked at the pictures. He knew that Nick wasn't the smartest vampire around, but Quentin was pleasantly surprised at how well his employee had come through. He then walked to the fire and tossed the documents in the fire. He didn't really need them, he just wanted to make sure that Nick was back in the states, doing his job. Quentin then sat back by the fire, dreaming of how wonderful it was going to be to finally have Buffy out of the way.
Quentin Travers was sitting in his comfortable chair by his warm and comfortable fire, sipping his 1982 scotch. He knew the moment his informant had entered the room. A smile played evilly across his face. He was fortunate that he was so patient, unlike his unknowing patsy back in the states.
"Hey QT, you wanted to see me?" Nick answered, closing the door behind him.
"I do wish you'd stop calling me that, my dear boy. What took you so long?" Quentin asked the vampire.
"Hello, vampire here. Had to take a cargo plane, it took a couple of weeks. Would've been much easier if we could have just talked on the phone." Nick said huffily, sitting in a chair facing Quentin.
"I just wanted to talk to you man to man. Wanted to make sure that you weren't thinking about doing anything behind my back." Quentin said truthfully.
"Hey, I got no problems being in jolly ol' England. I mean the sun never shines here, I'm surprised I haven't seen more vampires."
"Considering the Watcher's Council is located here, I think I understand why the vampire population is kept to a minimum." Quentin answered, not hiding his irritation.
"Yeah, I guess that makes sense. So what do you want to know?" Nick asked his employer.
"How is he and the Slayer getting along?"
"Still not talking. Spike's nursing the kid sister back to health or something. He still looks as melancholy as he did when he left for LA. So when are we going to turn him?"
"It's not time yet." Quentin responded simply.
"Why do you want to turn him, if you don't mind me asking?"
"I want him to kill the Slayer and her old lover, Angel."
"Why Spike though? I mean he's in love with the Slayer and he and Angel are pretty good chums. Why do you think he'll turn against them when he's turned? And I thought the Slayer worked for you guys, why do you want her dead?"
"For someone barely above minion status, you ask a lot of questions." Quentin said.
Nick had a hurt look on his face which Quentin quickly dismissed and continued with his explanation.
"Spike the man wouldn't do anything to her, but his demon would. Technically she does work for us, but it seems that she has gotten too big for her britches and let's just say that I have my own agenda to attend to."
"Like what, some vampire offer you immortality or something?" Nick said jokingly.
"Nothing like that. I'm doing it for money, and for power. I have some pretty big demon investors willing to pay a handsome amount to have the Slayer put down."
"So why not just hire a team to off them?"
"I don't want this traced back to me in any way. I hold a very good position here, I have a lot of inside sources at my disposal. Besides, no will question it when William kills the girl. Most will be surprised it didn't happen sooner." Quentin responded lightly.
"So, how much longer are we going to have to wait?" Nick asked impatiently.
"I have to receive the word from an old friend before we continue."
"And who would that be?" Nick asked.
"Boy, you ask too many questions. It's beginning to make me suspicious. Why do you want to know? Why do you even care? I'm paying you a good deal of money for a very small amount of work." Quentin said.
"Just curious. No need to be suspicious. If you're done with me then I think I'll just let myself out."
"Yes, I'm finished. From now on we'll conduct all of our business on a closed line cell phone." Quentin said, handing the vampire a small black phone.
"No problem boss." Nick said, taking the phone
Nick then left his creepy boss and went on a site seeing tour of England. Quentin sat there calmly, staring at the fire.
For so long he had been trying to think of a way to get rid of the Slayer. She was too much of a liability at this point. Her vampire counterpart wasn't doing much to help out business either. He had been thrilled when been Buffy had been killed during the Glory battle, but his joy hadn't lasted long. Her nosy friends had brought her back and that just wasn't going to work. He still had Faith to worry about, but he didn't figure it would be that difficult paying a guard to off her in her sleep. He had to get rid of Buffy, and then he could start over.
He needed a fighting machine that would fight the battles he wanted her to. Since he had taken over the council thirty years ago, the Slayer had mostly been a hired assassin. One demon group would pay him a large sum to have another group taken out. Things had been going well until Buffy came along. He should have never put Rupert Giles in charge of her, he seemed to have just encouraged her. But now he was close.
He was going to get rid of her and he even had the perfect person to blame it on. No one would question Spike being turned accidentally and killing the Slayer. If Quentin was lucky Spike would finish of the whole band of misfits, but he would just settle for Ms. Summers being out of the picture.
Quentin got up from his chair and went to his desk, picking up the thick envelope sitting there that Nick had dropped off. Inside were pictures of Spike with Dawn, pictures of the Hyperion Hotel, pictures of the Slayer in her home, various documents about the various players on Buffy and Angel's teams, as well as blue prints of The Hyperion, the Summer's home, Spike's apartment building, and the warehouse that was to be Spike's hide out when the time came. Quentin smiled as he looked at the pictures. He knew that Nick wasn't the smartest vampire around, but Quentin was pleasantly surprised at how well his employee had come through. He then walked to the fire and tossed the documents in the fire. He didn't really need them, he just wanted to make sure that Nick was back in the states, doing his job. Quentin then sat back by the fire, dreaming of how wonderful it was going to be to finally have Buffy out of the way.