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New Watchers’ Council - Suburbs of England
Rupert Giles was sitting in his office having a cup of tea, while he waited for his guest to arrive.
After the defeat of the First Evil’s army and the collapse of the Sunnydale hellmouth, Giles tracked down the remaining Watchers and recalled them back to England. It’s been quite a task rebuilding the New Watchers’ Council and the Crown finally released the Council funds to him over six months ago – which is a very substantial sum – and they’ll never have to worry about funds again. Buffy, Xander, Willow, Faith, Dawn, Robin and Andrew received back-pay. Some more than others.
Faith is the head slayer on the Cleveland hellmouth and has 15 slayers at her disposal and Robin is their Watcher. Xander designed and supervised the building of their new headquarters and also does double duty as a Watcher. Buffy is the head slayer in the UK and Willow and Andrew are now Watchers working for the New Watchers’ Council in England.
Dawn finished high school with the help of a tutor and will attend Oxford University in September – and she too wants to be a Watcher.
Giles was happy for his children and smiled. “Hello Angela,” he said, when she appeared in front of him in a flash of white light.
“Hello Mr. Giles,” she replied. “How’s your new Watcher doing?”
“Fine,” he answered.
“Shall we go to dinner?” she asked.
“Yes,” Giles answered.
They walked out of his office to have dinner with his new Watcher.
Six Months Earlier - New Watchers’ Council - Rupert Giles’ Office
Rupert Giles sat back in his chair stunned after reviewing the files Whistler gave him 5 days ago. He didn't know there was another group of demon fighters that have been fighting demons as long as the slayers have. The slayers sat on the hellmouth, but this group was different. They watch the rest of the world and take the spillover of other demons, assorted dark mags and anyone or anything else who wanted to destroy their world. They were everywhere and were lawyers, doctors, nurses, computer experts, financial wizards, researchers, teachers and the common man. The Watchers’ Council never knew they existed, but they knew about the Watchers’ Council and the slayers. They checked on the hellmouth from time to time, but never interfered. They also have the same books and reference materials as the Watchers’ Council and some books, as Whistler informed him, that the Watchers’ Council never heard of.
When Willow used Osiris, they immediately sent their people to the hellmouth to keep an eye on her; and with Xander’s and their help, they prevented her from using Proserpexa. The name of the Organization is called The Angel Institute.
Whistler informed Giles that the Powers wanted him to accompany him to a special school in Virginia to talk to the Headmistress who trains these professionals; and told Giles he’ll be recruiting a new Watcher. Giles told Buffy and the other Watchers that he’ll be going to Virginia to recruit a new Watcher and would be back in a week. The next afternoon Whistler appeared in Giles office to take him to Virginia. When he snapped his fingers, they appeared in the office of the Headmistress and Whistler disappeared.
Giles knew that this was no ordinary school and could feel the power rolling off the woman in front of him in waves. She smiled at him, got up from her mahogany desk, shook his hand and introduced herself as Mrs. Helen Evans, the Headmistress of the Angel Academy for the Gifted and Talented. He noticed she was about 5'6", appeared to be in her mid-fifties and had a warm smile. He looked around her office and thought it was cozy, yet elegant. There were two love seats; two chairs; a fireplace; bay windows, French doors that opened to a patio and a beautiful garden.
Rupert Giles introduced himself and Mrs. Evans motioned for him to sit next to her on one of the love seats and he complied. She asked him if he wanted tea and he said yes. Immediately the door opened and a butler walked in with a tray that had a pot of tea and scones. After setting the tray down on the coffee table, the butler picked up Giles' suitcase and told him he’ll take it to his room. Giles thanked him and suspected that Mrs. Evans summoned the butler telepathically.
After they finished their refreshments, Mrs. Evans began to tell the story of their organization, and what a tale it was.
Mrs. Evans told Giles the story of the Angel Institute and how it came into being. He was at one of the high schools (grades 9-12), and the grade school (pre-K-8) was in Washington, D.C. and both are magic schools. The High Schools are boarding schools and the grade schools are Day Schools.
Mrs. Evans also told Giles that the governments world-wide know of their existence, but don’t know they’re half-angels and they consider them demon hunters. If a government has a problem, their security apparatus contacts the Angel Institute with the information they have...and representatives from the Angel Institute deals with the problem accordingly, and informs the Head of their Security that the problem has been resolved.
Giles was flabbergasted. Children of angels running an organization that had contacts with all the world’s governments. He knew the governments around the world knew about demons and Mrs. Evans just confirmed the reports Whistler provided him.
“Who runs the Angel Institute,” he asked.
“We do Mr. Giles,” she answered. “The Angel Institute’s Headquarters are in the States, but, we have satellite offices world-wide.”
“Do you deal with the U.S. Government?” Giles asked.
“No,” she answered. “As you know, they already know about the hellmouth and they’ve known about it for almost 150 years. They may or may not know about us, but, if they do, they keep their distance and they’ve never contacted us. After their military’s failure on the hellmouth, they now leave the demon fighting to the professionals.”
Giles raised an eyebrow at her comment.
“We know about that Mr. Giles,” she said, with a smile.
Giles smiled back at her. “How many other schools are their world-wide?”
“They’re three high schools and grade schools in the United States; South America; Europe and Australia, which covers the entire Pacific Rim. There’s one high school and grade school in Africa, Canada, Central America and Mexico. The class sizes vary for each school,” she answered.
“Are they all magic schools?” he asked.
“Yes, and more,” she answered. “When we’re through, I’ll give you a tour of the Academy.”
“That’s the power I felt when I entered this room,” he said.
“Yes, and it’s angelic power,” she replied. “All the students at our schools learn the same magic, however, some students have greater angelic power than others. It all depends on what the Almighty gives us.”
“Do you use your power?” he asked, with a concerned look on his face.
“Yes we do Mr. Giles. Sometimes we use our magic and at other times we use our power, and on rare occasions we use both,” she answered.
“That kind of power is dangerous,” he replied.
“On the contrary Mr. Giles, our power, along with the slayers and others have kept our world and the Almighty’s creation safe for thousands of years,” she told him.
They heard the school bell rang.
“Come with me Mr. Giles and I’ll give you a tour of the Academy,” she said.
They got up from the love seat and departed her office. When they were walking down the long marble hallway, Giles noticed the students were practicing their magic.
Some were talking to each other in the air, while five students ran and jumped up one story and let their magic carry them over a banister to a doorway, which they all walked through. He saw two girls walk out of one wall on his left and a boy sink down into the floor and disappear, and then reappear behind them. One student flew overhead while another did cartwheels in the air, which astonished Giles.
Mrs. Evans smiled at him. “We can walk through any object,” she said, as if reading his mind.
Giles turned and looked at her. That's just what he was wondering, he thought.
He saw one girl with a head scarf on her hair.
“We have children of all religions in this school Mr. Giles. After all, we’re everywhere in the world. They’re half-angels of every race, color and religion. Her name is Hala by the way,” she said.
Giles felt chastened. “I’m sorry he whispered.”
“No need to apologize,” she said. Mrs. Evans showed Giles the classrooms and told him that the boys and girls studied separately, but they all take the normal course studies, such as math, science, history etc. along with their magic lessons. She showed him the dojo rooms and told him the students also learn martial arts and weaponry, and they begin their magic and martial arts training at the age of five and start learning weaponry at the age of 6.
“When do you tell them about their angelic powers?” he asked.
“When they turn 21. That's when their angelic powers are turned on,” she answered.
Giles raised an eyebrow.
“They have the power Mr. Giles, but they can’t use it until their 21st birthday and a few don’t have their power turned on until they’re 24, and in rare cases, until they’re older.”
“How do you know what angelic powers they have?” he asked.
“They know when their powers have been turned on,” she answered.
Giles smiled down at her.
The dinner bell rang.
“We’ll have dinner in the dining room with the students. This way Mr. Giles,” she said, and escorted him to the dining hall.
When they entered the dining hall, Giles noticed all the tables were round and Mrs. Evans told him the students were seated by grade and there were two tables per grade – girls at one table and boys at another and there were 80 students, 40 boys and 40 girls. Giles noticed that the students didn’t seem surprised to see him and the faculty had their own tables, while he and Mrs. Evans were seated at a table away from the others to continue their conversation. After dinner, Giles was shown to his room and was told his suitcase was unpacked and his clothes were hanging in the closet. He took a shower, went to bed and fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
The next morning Giles was escorted to the dining hall and had breakfast with Mrs. Evans and the students. After breakfast, Mrs. Evans handed him a thick folder and told him it was the information on his new Watcher.
Giles was lead to a small private library which had a small round table with two chairs, a leather sofa and bay windows. It took him the rest of the day to read the file, and a butler brought his lunch, afternoon tea and his dinner to the library. After reading the file, all he could say was: “Good Lord.”
“What do you think of your new Watcher?” Mrs. Evans asked, while they were having after dinner drinks in her office.
“I wonder what the Powers are thinking,” he answered, cleaning his glasses on his tie.
“He would make a good Watcher and he has experience in warfare; knows how to use a sword; bow and daggers,” she told him.
“I know,” he answered. “I read about his ‘quest’ and the consequences.”
“None of us are perfect Mr. Giles – not even us – and you of all people should know that,” she replied.
“I think I’ll retire for the evening. If you will excuse me,” he said, with a slight smile and put his drink on the table and walked out of her office.
“Good night Mr. Giles,” she said, with a sly smile.
The next morning after breakfast, Giles was summoned to Mrs. Evans' office. When he arrived, Whistler was waiting in her office along with a young woman he’d never seen before. The angelic light surrounding her was almost blinding, and he felt as if he was standing in front of an angel. She was about 5'8”, 120 pounds, had shoulder length black hair and her skin color was a beautiful reddish brown. She had on jeans, knee high boots, a short red leather jacket and what looked like a white blouse underneath the jacket. He thought she was very attractive.
She introduced herself as Angela Simone and told Giles she’ll be going with him and Whistler to help recruit the new Watcher.
“She’ll be going first and you and Whistler will follow when she calls Whistler,” Mrs. Evans told Giles.
Giles nodded his head and sat on one of the love seats.
Angela Simone picked up her black duffel bag and disappeared in a flash of blinding white light.