real introductions
“Mr. Wordsworth, my name is Joyce and this is my husband
William Masters and that is my sister Anne Harrison.” They had
all taken names or variations of names of people who meant
something to them, a family member or fallen comrade. It
felt as if they where remembered that way, never forgotten.
Some of their clients even named their children after them so
the names lived on even after they no longer used them. .
Every thirty years or so their “heirs” took over their affairs and
the group dropped out of site for a decade before opening
up the “family business” again. Spike had years of practice
with this before and they had gotten really good at it over
the years. Each now had computer skills that would have
made Willow look like an armature and would have made
Ms. Calendar proud. .
Buffy again turned her attention to the man sitting in front of
her. “Well Mrs. Masters, it is truly a pleasure to meet you all”
Walter said as he opened his brief case and handed her a
file. In the file was document from the current watcher of
their Slayer. The new Slayer had been called in England and
as per their agreement they had let the Council handle her.
According to the papers in front of her all communication
with the Slayer and her watcher ended a month ago and no
new Slayer had been called so it was presumed they are
alive some where. .
Buffy handed the file to Dawn who nodded and began
typing into her computer. Walter was surprised at how fast
the young woman’s fingers flew across the keys. “As you can
see Mrs. Masters we have a problem. We have tried location
spells and sent out agents to try and find them. We even
contacted some of our demon contacts but no one has
turned up anything. We were hoping that your team could
help us find them.” Water said. .
“Please call me Joyce, Mr. Wordsworth. This is a Council
matter. With all the resources you have you have not been
able to find them? What makes you think that we could?
Why should we when you Mr. Travers has made it clear we
are not needed or wanted in Europe?” Buffy asked. .
The Council had fought them and got in the way of
everything they tried to help with in any situation outside of
the states. “Joyce, call me Walter. Not all of us share Mr.
Travers views. Many of us respected and studied the
teachings of Mr. Giles before Mr. Travers banished them. My
mother was a descendant of his and taught me about him
as a child. I grew up with stories of Sunnydale and the great
warriors who came out of the hellmouth. I also believe the
stories about how Ms. Summers worked to extend the lives of
the current Slayers. Mother had some of the old journals in
her possession and I read what it was like in the days when
the Council “owned” the Slayer. How they were cut off from
everything and expected to fight for a world they could not
be part of.” Walter shuttered at some of the darker things
they had done in those days. .
“Many of us meet in secret and discuses what we know
about the old days and the times of Mr. Giles and Ms.
Summers. More and more of us have even begun to question
the sanity of Mr. Travers. He seems to blame Ms. Summers
and Mr. Giles for his families loss in statues and fortune. From
what I have read it was his ancestor that rejected Ms.
Summers and refused to help her. I cannot blame her for not
helping them when they would not give her knowledge she
needed to do so. He seems to blame them for The First killing
the old Travers when it attacked the Council. Old Travers
himself left a journal saying he was wrong and should have
let them know when the bringers started going after the
potentials.” Walter sat back in his seat. He had learned a lot
over the years about the true history of the Watchers and
Slayers, as well as those from Sunnydale. .
It made him angry and it showed. “I’m sorry Joyce to get so
emotional but I just get so mad at those close minded
pillocks.” Spike smirked and leaned over to whisper to Buffy,
“Bit of the Ripper in that one.” Buffy giggled. “It’s alright
Walter. I understand and may I say I can tell you are truly a
Giles no matter what you last name is. We agree with you
about the Council and Mr. Travers. Although this is the first
time I have heard of Old Travers admitting he was wrong.”
Buffy smiled. .
“I am honored that you would consider me a Giles but I do
not think I could live up to the family name. I don’t think any
one person could. Lord Giles seemed to be two different
people at times.” Walter blushed. Dawn decided to add her
two cents worth, “I wish I could get my hands on that Price
fellow who sold the stories to that producer guy. They so got
everything wrong on most of it. I was told they changed a
few things because no one would believe them. I guess they
were right considering the history books called the battle in
LA a terrorist attack and blamed the whole Middle East.
What a load of crap. Kinda like Vampires being gangs on
PCP right Joyce.” .
Buffy laughed. “Anne it never ceases to amaze me how the
human mind handles things it does not want to understand.
Even after ALL these years. I had a vamp victim the other
day. She’s there and sees that Vamp sucking on her
boyfriend go poof to dust. Has one putting the chomp or her
that William dusted and what does she say? Not what was
that?, where did they go?, or anything she asked to go to the
hospital to make sure he did not infect her with something
when he shoved the needles in her neck. Holes I could put
my pinky in and she thinks it was needles. I had to bite my
tongue not to laugh at her.” .
Spike chuckled and added, “What about the woman with
they house full of Brownies who thought they were rats from
some government lab. My favorite was the one who picked
up an Azeman thinking it was a hooker. Lucky for him he
knocked over the box of rice and we happened to be near
by. Even in the form of a house cat it would have sucked him
dry. Yet he assumed she was part of a magic show and he
was mad that the cops arrested him for trying to pick up a
hooker. If he had not been carrying a concealed weapon
and a couple grams of crack they might have taken pity on
him. The cops are the only ones around here who know what
really happens but are smart enough to let the professionals
handle it” .
Walter watched as they shared stories. He knew enough
about them to know they were the trio in the legends. With
all he knew it did not surprise him they were still alive. The
question he always had was how did a Vampire, a Slayer,
and a Mystical Key all die and choose to return to this life
and fight forever? Dawn looked at Walter and he began to
squirm in his seat. It looked like she was looking right into his
soul. “Because Walter, someone needed to and we could”
she answered his question. .
After a moment his eyes widened and he sputtered, “What,
how did, what are?” he took a deep breath. “I see you can
read minds now Dawn! Any thing else I should know about
you, Buffy and Spike before we continue!” Walter asked
trying to put a confidence in his voice that he surely did not
feel. Spike smirked and Buffy laughed, as Dawn looked mad
at herself for giving away one of her advantages. .
“Yup! He’s one of Ripper’s that’s for sure,” Spike said with a
laugh at his Nibbled. He looked her in the eye to let her know
it was okay. “I’m sorry Walter but I hope you can understand
the need to keep some things private. As for my abilities….
well I was learning magic before the battle with the First and
one can learn a lot in a little over 300 years. There are more
powerful witches out there but not more knowledgeable. The
monks not only made me out of Summer’s blood but they
also added a bit of Spike so he would protect me as well. I
guess you could say I’m technically their child even those I
was given memories of being raised as a sister. So I kinda got
Spike’s near photographic memory, even if he is more
selective in what he chooses to remember.” Dawn said as
she stuck her tongue out at Spike who gave her a mock
glare. .
“As for me mate, I got cured of the need for blood and the
sun allergy thing but everything else is much the same.” Spike
admitted. Buffy sighed “I got the extended life insurance and
all the knowledge of my predecessors. I also can still feel not
only vamps but if a demon is evil or not and potential Slayers,
each with their own signature so to speak.” Buffy smiled. .
Walter sat in shock not only at their admissions to him but that
he was talking with the legendary warriors themselves and
being treated like a what…a friend? They showed him
enough trust to tell him these things….he would definitely
give them anything they needed to help find the missing
Slayer and her Watcher. After that he would help when he
could and would continue trying to change the Council
back into what it needed to be, as resource for the Slayer
and not her master. Dawn smiled at him letting him know she
heard his mental vow. .
Buffy took over her normal roll of leader. “Walter you can us
my phone call you contacts at the Council get any new
information you can, Dawn get cracking with the hacking,
Spike honey you got tack pack, I’ll go over what we got here
make my contacts and get things ready to head out. Dawn
you may want to call X in on this one. Let’s go.” Everyone
nodded and went to work. .
Dawn cracked in to the Watcher files, and what was left of
the Initiative and Wolfram and Hart databases. The groups
were now helping non-violent demons find safe places to
live, kinda like the MIB of the demon world and in return they
let them do non-harmful test on them. Dawn also sent out a
coded message to Xander to see if he would be able to
meet them in the morning for the flight to London. .
Spike went in to another room in the office they used for
training. Hitting a button on the wall and reveled a small
armory. They each had bags packed and ready to go with
their personal symbol on it. There were three bags. Red ones
if they had to fake a death, blue ones if they had to
disappear for a while but not “die” and black one for
missions. The symbols made the bag recognizable to its
owner yet unidentifiable to anyone else. .
Personal possession that could not be replaced where kept
in a vault on an Island they owned. It was protected by some
demon friends they allowed to live there so they would not
have to leave them behind if they moved quickly or “died”.
Spike grabbed the black bags and made sure they where
packed. They had special magic’s that concealed the
contents but did not draw attention to the magic, kind of a
‘don’t look at me spell’. Change of cloths CHECK, weapons
CHECK, papers CHECK. Spike grabbed the bags and took
them into the office.
Walter called his friend Winfred Wyndam-Pryce, she had
been named after the ex-Watcher turn demon hunter and
the woman he loved until his death. Winnie told him that
nothing had changed and she would give his report to
Travers. In code she let him know she would tell the
underground he had found the warriors and they were alive
and willing to help.
Buffy found out some black mages had reported having a
valuable object to sell at a private auction. A few more calls
and she had an invite to said auction. It was not much but it
was a lead. She made a mental note that they would need
supplies for disguise spells. After a few more calls she told
Walter to go back to his hotel and get his stuff. He was to stay
with them and they would meet a private jet in the morning.
Dawn was excited that she got a text from Xander saying he
was in. Spike made arrangements for the flight and secured
a bag for Xander and some stuff for Walter. A call was made
to their current back up team and they would be there soon
to take over the agency in the owner's absence. Carin, one
of Dawn’s step grand daughters walked through the door
and greeted, "Hey Grams. I got here as soon as I could. Dean
will be her soon with Jenson. Clark and Sammy will be on call
if anything comes up." The young girl reported. "Carin, I have
told you to use my name. What will people think when some
one who looks my age calls ME Grams?" Dawn asked with a
sigh. Carin shrugged, "But you are my Grandmother and your
like three hundred years older than me no matter what age
you look like."
Just then two men who to Walter looked like twins walked in.
"Dean, Jenson, good to see you both. Here are the case files
we are currently working. Get an okay from Eyeball before
taking new cases. Be careful with those and don't get killed."
Spike said with a smile before making sure they would all be at dinner that evening.
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