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http://www.tthfanfic.org/Story-26117-1/However it was the other group he’d learned about that had caught his interest the most, the group that his old friend Ripper was a part of and guided.
It had been years since he’d last spoken to his old chum, with the most he’d learned since they’d last stood in the same room being that Rupert had gone back to his father with his tail between his legs. He hadn’t believed it for the first five years or so but, when he stopped hearing about the exploits of the Ripper he knew, it had to be the truth. Now here his old friend was, Watcher to a Slayer, acting all stiff and proper while valiantly fighting against the demon hordes.
It was enough to make him vomit. It disgusted him how much his old friend had fallen.
However, in the three teenagers that had entered his store, he saw a way to have some fun at his old friend’s expense and thumb his nose at the natural order of things that the Slayer represented. Oh, yes, he knew that the blonde, one Buffy Summers, was the Slayer and had racked up quite the reputation having already vanquished both Lothos and The Master. Most of the stories he’d been told implied that she wasn’t a Council-raised Slayer and that she wasn’t the sort that would conform to the wishes of that group of bores.
He rather liked that about her. Not enough to make him spare her but enough that place a one-time protective spell on her costume that would disappear after saving her life precisely once.
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