Wesley Wyndam-Pryce sat behind a small computer looking through the 'Demon-database' as Cordelia so affectionately called it. There had been little activity all night and he was thoroughly bored. Gunn had come in earlier with his ax looking for some demon action. He plopped down when Wesley told him where Angel was.

" When is he coming back?" Gunn asked from the couch in the center of the hotel lobby.

" I don't know, for the fifth time." Wesley answered annoyed. " Don't you have somewhere else to be? Some *thing* to be fighting?"

" I could say the same thing." Gunn shot back in his own slow way. They had been exchanging remarks for a few hours and now were very tired of it. Both sighed and stayed quiet.

The silence was broken by the front doors opening on their rusty hinges. Both men jumped, surprised then alert to any oncoming battle. But all there was, was a young man in a suit.

" What are you doing here Lindsey?" Wesley lashed out, the only one to know who he was.

"I'm looking for Angel, do you know where he is?" he said asked.

" He's not here." Wesley answered. " What do you want him from now?"

" Who's he?" Gunn piped up.

" Evil Lawyer guy,"

" Oh, oh! Now I remember," He turned to Lindsey. " Angel might have a thing for not kicking your ass but I don't."

" I came here for help," Lindsey said unimpressed. " I believe your business cards says ' We help the helpless'."

" Yeah, but you're sure as hell not 'helpless'." Wesley came from around the desk to face Lindsey. Lindsey held back the urge to raise his eyebrow. This one, he thought, is smart, switch tactics.

" Look, I just wanted some help with a case, is that really evil?" He held his hands up as if to say he was harmless. Wesley wasn't backing down.

" If you or your law firm is involved then, yes, it probably is evil."

" I just need to identify a demon we've been searching for. I thought you might know what kind it is. Would you please help me?" He knew he sounded pitiful, but he needed to find out where Angel was. If he figured out what they were doing to him, his project would be ruined and they would be in a world of hurt. He saw Wesley soften a bit, mentally debating with himself.

Wesley was debating with himself. He was intrigued with the idea of delving into books to find an unknown demon, but the other half of him was cautious remembering all the things Lindsey and Wolfram and Hart had done to Angel. He's betrayed us once, he thought, what's keeping him from doing it again. Don't trust him.

" No, I don't believe you," Wesley said. " Out. I want you out of here now!" To prove his point he grabbed Gunn's ax and charged at Lindsey. He had no choice but to run. He stole one furious look at both Wesley and Gunn before slamming the door shut. Silence once again descended on the duo, until Gunn started laughing uncontrollably.

" That was awesome." He got out over the laughing. Wes couldn't help but laugh too.

" Did you see how fast he ran when I came at him with the ax?" they both laughed harder. It looked like they saw all the action they were going to get that night.

Meanwhile in San Francisco….

Cordelia rolled over in the giant bed, waking from a dream and a headache. The first thought that entered her mind was, what did I do last night? Then, Whoa, where am I?

She started to panic, searching the room for her clothes, only to find them on her.

" Okay, I still have my clothes on, that's a good sign. Isn't it?" she whispered to herself. Another thought popped in her head, she quickly felt her stomach for a large bulge…"Phew, I really didn't need a déjà vu experience right now."

The room was dark and she was thankful for it. Light would have made her head pound harder than it already was. Aspirin, she thought, I think I got some in my purse, where is it? She looked about room for anyone before she got up, looking for her purse. Blindly she put her hands out trying to find things by feel. In the darkness she saw the outline of a couch. She couldn't see her little black purse on it so she tried to feel it out with her fingers. There was some sort of rumpled cloth at the end, probably a cover for the couch. She ran her hands along the wrinkled cover, barely touching the fabric. She could make out some form under the cover, but she wasn't sure what it was. She placed her hands completely on the fabric trying to see with her hands what was under it. Moving her hands up she felt something soft yet firm under the cover. She let out a startled scream when a cool hand grabbed hers.

Angel turned on the lamp that was behind his head. He was just as startled as she was. He was finally having the deep dreamless sleep that he needed when he suddenly felt something moving up his leg. He instinctually grabbed on to whatever was running up his leg. When he saw it was Cordelia, he was very surprised and very confused. They stared at each other in shock for a few moments before looking at their hands.

Her hands were not too far away from his most private spot. When the realization struck her she quickly took her hands back while uttering an "eew"

" Cordelia," Angel sat up on the couch. He was bare chested, and he used the blanket to cover the rest of himself.

" I'm so sorry, I had no clue you were right there." She said as fast as she could. Her headache had gotten much worse. " What are you doing in here? And where is here?"

" Do you remember anything about last night?" he searched her face for recognition.

" Did we do something?" She took a step away from him. Oh my God, she thought, did I do anything with him? No way I would have done anything like that.

" Yes, but not in the way you think."

" What?" Completely confused and in mental pain she sat down next to him.

" You remember nothing about last night?" With her denial he told her all of the previous night's importance.

" So this Julian guy, he's a vamp?" she said, beginning to get the whole picture. " And this is his house, which is probably full of vampires too. So what am I? A midnight snack?"

" You're with me," he said, a little wounded. She took it as reassurance and didn't respond. Instead, she tried to think hard on not thinking. It was hurting her head. During their conversation she started rubbing her temple. She didn't stop the supposed "soothing" motion, until she finally figured out it wasn't "soothing" her at all.

" Do you know where my purse is?"

" I think it's outside," he replied.

" Outside? As in trees, and pavement outside?"

" Outside the room." Breathing a sigh of relief she stood and nearly fell over her heels, which had somehow placed themselves right in front of her. She heard a low chuckle that didn't come from her. She shot Angel a glance that could have set him on fire. Standing, she made her way to the door. When she opened it two mutual gasps of pain could be heard. The sunlight that hit her face made her head throb with an accelerated tempo. When she heard Angel gasp with the same pain she turned to see him sprawled on the darkened part of the room, away from the harmful sunlight that filtered through the doorway. It was now his turn to give her a deadly glare

" Oops," she said innocently as she left the room. She threw her head back with an unladylike snort before closing the door.

The sunlight wasn't only a problem for Angel, but Cordy as well. The light made sharp pains shoot through her head. With one hand on her head and the other dangling at her side, she looked around for her purse. It was no where to be seen.

" Wonderful," she whispered. Distractedly she looked at her watch, 7:30pm, sun would be setting soon. She quickly debated the pros and cons of not having her purse or going and finding it. The con's outweighed the pros for not getting her purse. She didn't even look up before following the carpeted path through the house.

Twenty minutes later she had found close to nothing in the way of her purse. Her headache would not go away and she knew for a fact she was lost. Every window she passed, the light faded from the sky. Sighing, she once again turned into a seemingly endless hallway, but her head connected with a chest, making her fall back.

Julian caught her before she touched the floor. To bring her totally upright he had to keep her close to his body. His movements were deliberately slow, savoring the heat that flowed from her body. It was rare he was so close to a human to be surrounded by their scent. It was sweet and purely feminine. There was a faint scent of perfume, but the smell that surrounded and enveloped him was her own.

" Good morning," he breathed. Wait, Cordy caught herself, he breathed? Lord, he felt good. She had to stop and remind herself that he was a VAMPIRE! Not a normal, rich, guy. But he breathed. The idea befuddled her. Angel must be wrong then, she thought, he's not a vamp.

" It's nearly sundown," she whispered back. He was warm, strike two against Angel's "he's a vamp" story. His smile was smooth, catlike. She melted. They had not let each other go yet. She still clutched his arms, which were wrapped around her back. If they could have been anymore intimate they'd be naked. She knew he felt it too when he leaned down to her face. She waited for his lips to caress hers.

His lips lightly brushed hers when she screamed and spasmed in his arms. She screamed again as her body rocked itself back and forth jerkily in his arms. Then suddenly, she was fine, just clutching her head in pain.

" Remember this." She told him. " A girl, red hair, name of Sasha, Chinese club downtown. She might get killed, she's really scared." Cordy then collapsed into his arms. " I needed one of those like Angel needs the Sun." she muttered under her breath.

" What?" Julian was totally confused. Cordelia looked up at him and gave him her best smile considering the pain she was in.

" Can you tell me where my purse is and where the hell I am?" She said in her sweetest voice, one completely different from the sarcasm he had just heard. To answer her, he lifted her completely into his arms, his immediate concern fading. She was definitely a mystery to him. She's human, he mentally warned himself, don't get attached.

Too many times in his unnatural life had he become attached to humans, only to have them die away, leaving him alone. It hurt his soul to watch them die away, rot away in their meager lives. He didn't want to get anywhere close to this human; it might threaten the masquerade, but wasn't that what Angel was doing? Having this woman work for him threatened all humans knew, especially this human. He looked down at her. She was holding her head in pain.

He followed the twists and turns that helped make up his house until he found the one Angel and Cordelia were staying in. He knocked on the door with his foot, hoping Angel was inside. The door opened and Angel peered out. He seemed stunned and surprised when Julian forced his way into the room carrying Cordelia. Angel plucked Cordy out of Julian's arms and took her across the room to set her gently on the bed.

" Vision?" Angel asked, to which Cordy nodded lying back on the bed.

" Pain killers.. in my purse," she muttered painfully. Julian searched for her purse. He found it lying behind the door. He threw it to the bed where Angel caught it, searched it, and gave Cordy her pills. She swallowed two with no water. Angel held her arms for a few moments before Cordy shook him off.

" I'll be better in a few minutes," She said. " Julian knows it, I told him." Referring to the Vision. Angel turned to Julian after one quick look of concern for Cordy. Julian was baffled, to say the least, about the exchange between the two.

" Oh, um," he stuttered for a second before remembering what she had said in the hallway. " She said: ' A girl, red hair, name… of… Sasha…" the last few words he drew out, their meaning finally seeping in. Sasha, his kin, was in trouble?

" That was it?" Angel said.

" Uh, yeah," Julian stole a quick glance to Cordy who was nearly asleep.

" Okay, maybe Cordy'll remember more later."

" Yeah, I'll have someone come by in about a half hour to show you to dinner." Angel nodded and Julian turned to leave.

" Thank you," Cordelia whispered from the bed.

" You're welcome," Julian left the room quietly closing the door. He was now on a mission. Cordelia's words burned in his mind. 'Sasha in trouble,' the words screamed at him. He moved as fast as he could through the house.

When he reached his office his Gangrel bodyguard greeted him.

" Cameron is in there, Julian," Cash whispered to his Prince. A sudden rush of rage crept into Julian's mind. He pushed past Cash and into the room.

Cameron, the primagen of the Bruja clan, sat calmly amidst his numerous bodyguards.

" What do you want?" he said malevolently.

" Is that anyway to greet an equal?"

" You are not my equal!" Julian took a deep breath to gain control of his anger. Ever since he came back from his trip and found his sire murdered by Cameron, Julian had a hard time controlling his emotions. He wanted to exact his vengeance for the slaying of his sire, but there was nothing under Kindred law that permitted him to do so. His blood boiled at the sight of the cocky Kindred.

" You're right, because then I'd be Prince of the city."

" But you aren't, and you never will be." Julian growled. " I ask again, what do you want?" Cameron shrugged off the insult in his voice.

" I've been having trouble with Sasha, I was hoping you would talk to her."

" About what?"

" I want her loyalty to me and my clan alone. Who knows where her loyalties lie." Cameron looked pointedly at Cash. He and Sasha were lovers, despite the hate between the Gangrel and Bruja clans. Cash now took a step forward, ready to fight. Julian warned Cash with his eyes.

" You expect her to give total loyalty to a clan that forced her to be what she is?" Cash's rage was pushing against its breaking point.

" She is endangering the clan with her actions." Cameron fired back. " She is threatening the masquerade," Julian could not ignore that. Under Kindred law every kindred must uphold the masquerade, vampires posing for humans. If a kindred were to give up the masquerade they were to forfeit their life. Julian couldn't imagine a world without his beloved Sasha, the last of his ancestry.

" I will speak to her,' Julian said in a quiet whisper. " But she will never be loyal to anyone, you should know that. You're her primagen aren't you?" Cameron sneered back at Julian before taking his leave.

" I really hate that man." Julian muttered. Cash nodded in agreement. For a few minutes they were both thinking about Sasha, just in different ways. Then suddenly Julian remembered his promise. It had slipped his mind completely.

" Cash, go and tell cook to have dinner ready in an hour, and show our guests to the fountain. I think they'll like a little fresh air." He ordered. " I'll be out in a few moments." With that, Cash left the room. Julian felt like brooding for a bit longer, but he knew that it was going to be of no help.

Julian found his way to the cellar, the home of his friend, Daedelus. When he came down the stairwell, the Nosforatu primagen barely moved a muscle to show acknowledgement. He continued painting with an unearthly grace and a saint's patience.

" Good Evening, Julian," Daedelus said. Years ago it would have startled Julian, but he had become accustom to his friend's senses.

" Good Evening, Daedelus." He returned the greeting. Trying to be quiet Julian took a chair and sat close to Daedelus.

" What is troubling you, Julian?"

" Sasha, this new man, Angel, and his worker, Cordelia." Julian looked to Daedelus, who was still calmly painting. He went on with no prodding.

" Angel may be a new breed, Daedelus, but I don't know. If only Archon was here to help me-"

" You mustn't dwell on the past, Julian," Daedelus said slowly. " It will not help you in the future."

" I agree," Julian said forlornly. " My concern is what the woman knows of Angel. It is sure death if she knows too much. She as visions Daedelus." His friend stopped painting at that moment. His brush was still on the canvas, but no longer moving.

" Visions? Of what?"

" She had one while I was talking to her, she told me Sasha was in trouble."

" Julian, when is Sasha not in trouble?" Julian brushed off the remark about his kin.

" I have to do something, Daedelus." Julian said resolutely. " I have to help Sasha. She is all that is left living of me."

" That is no longer Julian, she is as dead as the rest of us." Daedelus placed a hand on his friends shoulder. " Leave her be, she must find herself as we have all found ourselves."

Julian sighed, accepting Daedelus' advice. But he was not going to 'leave her be' if he did that, he would never see his kin again. He climbed the stairs with resolve, thinking of Cordelia's vision. He would find Sasha and he would help her.