Well, I wrote these first three chapters weeks ago, before posting any at all, and from here on out chapters should be reasonably longer (Say, between 1000-4000). But I really will lose all interest if there are is no feedback. I don't want to feel like one of those annoying writers who complains a lot, but it is appreciated, if you wouldn't mind. And, I understand that this isn't a popular category. I mean, it's a crossover, so clearly there isn't going to be the traffic that a 'normal' story has.

Harry and Ron went into a near convenience store, trying to find directions to the Wolfram and Hart. Apparently it was some sort of law firm. Thus far they'd had no luck. Hermione was waiting outside, her wand tightly in her hand as she watched for anything. She was leaning against the brick building when suddenly hands grasped at her from behind.

Unable to scream with a hand over her mouth, she raised her wand toward her attacker. He flung it to the side with ease. She tried to pull away but he seemed to have inhuman strength. She couldn't budge. He turned her toward him so that she could see his face. His forehead was bumpy and horrid looking. His mouth was turned into an ugly snarl, with sharp teeth protruding from his open mouth. He leant into her neck, biting hard against her artery. His grip slackened as he drank.

Hermione screamed.

Harry and Ron burst out within seconds. "Stupefy!" Harry shouted, sending the attacker back almost eight feet away. Ron rushed for Hermione's wand and held her upright as she pressed down on her gushing wound. The man got right back up again. "Stupefy!" Harry shouted again, this time sending him further back.

"Harry," Hermione whispered, her energy lacking. "He's a vampire." Harry nodded.

Fire. Stake to the heart. Decapitation. Sunlight. "Got it." He raised his wand once more. "Incendio!" Flames burst forward toward the vamp, showering him in golden flames. Almost instantly he burnt up, turning to nothing more than dust. Harry ran forward to Hermione, joining Ron in trying to help he.

"We need to get you to a hospital," Harry said, holding her up with Ron.

"No…" Her voice was quiet. "Help me here. I don't… have time."

"But how, Hermione?" Harry asked in frustration. He felt so helpless.

Ron was practically crying, his lip trembling at the thought of losing her.

"Vulner… Sanentur…" She murmured.

"What?"

"Three times." She managed, becoming weaker and weaker from heavy blood loss.

"Vulner Sanentur! Vulner Sanentur! Vulner Sanentur!" Harry looked down at her as the deep wound slowly closed up before their eyes. She gasped.

Ron and Harry were still huddled around Hermione, her blood on their hands, when someone else burst in on them.

Ron was knocked out first with a single blow to the face. Harry was next, but he dodged it instinctively. "Levicropus!" He muttered, his wand pointed at the man. The stranger was thrust into the air, hanging upside down. His long black coat hung over him, his spiked hair not fazed by the change in orientation. His arms hung awkwardly, a wooden stake still in his right hand.

"Who are you?" Harry asked.

The man glared at him. "You're not vampires." He stated, he looked uncomfortable and angry. "Cordy said there would a vamp attack. Apparently the girl would be important and we needed to save her."

Hermione shifted uncomfortably while healing Ron, but he was up again in moments. He was furious.

"Tell me why I should let you down." Harry enunciated angrily.

There was no reply, until suddenly they were joined by two more men and a young woman. They were holding stakes and weapons. Hermione and Ron had their wands raised toward them.

"Expelliarmus!" Hermione and Ron disarmed the newcomers; their weapons flew down the alleyway out of reach.

"Who are you?" Harry inquired; his voice firm.

"I told you not to bloody attack." A voice came from behind them, a familiar accent. His Platinum blonde hair was visible immediately even in the low lighting conditions. He walked up to them, not worried by the menacing wands in each of their hands. "There's no need to get angry." He patted Harry on the shoulder, a condescending act that Ron apparently felt the most. He stepped forward and punched the man in the face, disappointed when he barely even stepped back.

The man turned toward him, about to attack when the man with the prominent brown said, "Spike, leave them. Just get me down."

This distracted him. "You know, I quite like you from that angle. You seem less –" He was about to say something else when the levicorpus charm wore off and the dark haired man thudded to the ground. He stood up, brushing off his coat.

"Wizards I presume." He seemed extremely contemptuous.

"But Angel –" The woman began.

"Wait," Hermione interrupted. "You're Angel? The lawyer?" He turned toward her, his face showing the utmost scepticism. "Lorne told us to find you. He said you'd help us."

The group stepped forward. "You've seen Lorne? What did he say?"

"He made Hermione sing." Ron answered. "He said that something bad was coming and you'd help us."

Angel and his gang exchanged glances before turning back to us. "Come with us."