Wesley was the first to arrive the next morning. He opened the doors to the hotel, walking in.

"Hello?" He called. When he got no answer, he frowned. Fred or Cordelia was usually one of the first ones there.

The phone rang. Wesley answered it.

"Hello, Angel Investigations. How may I help you?" He said.

"Wes? It's Cordy. Is Fred awake?"

"She's not down here. Did she come home last night?" He asked.

"Yeah. Angel and I made sure that she was there. She...uh...is kinda tied down to her bed. Check to see if she's normal again before you untie her, okay?" Cordy replied.

"You tied her down?" Wesley couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"We had to. She was drunk and really out of control. If we hadn't have tied her down, she wouldn't have stayed. Could you go check on her? I'll be in shortly." She hung up the phone.

Wesley shook his head, hanging up his end of the line. He climbed the staircase and walked towards Fred's room.

"Fred?" He asked as he knocked. He listened at the door; he heard the shower running. Confused, he opened the door a bit. He looked over at Fred's bed. The pillow was covered in blood; the restraints they'd used to tie her down almost completely ripped to shreds.

"Fred! Where are you?" He asked, walking into the center of the room. He heard sniffles from the bathroom, the shower water still running.

Slowly, he walked in. "Fred?"

Fred sat in the bathtub; knees pulled up to her chest. She was completely naked and shivering. Her face was pressed into her knees as the freezing cold water of the shower poured down on her body. She was crying, holding herself hostage in the torturous confinements of her bathroom.

"Oh my Lord...Fred!" Wesley reached over and turned off the water. It was only then that Fred looked up at him. Her face was battered, bruised, and had been bleeding previously. She had horrific cuts all over her body and face, now becoming scarred. The worst things that Wesley saw were two tiny round holes in her neck. He gasped.

He didn't care what happened. If Fred was now a vampire, it didn't matter. He still loved her and he'd lose his life to save her. The decision to help was made quickly. He grabbed a large towel and wrapped it around her freezing shoulders. She tried to stand up, but couldn't.

Always remembering to be a gentleman, Wesley looked away and blindly helped her to stand, leading her into the room. Once she was wrapped up in the towel, he sat her down on the bed.

"What happened?" He asked, brushing some wet hair from her eyes. He wanted so badly to kiss her tears away. He knelt in front of her.

"I-I can't re-remember m-much. I'm c-cold-d..." She chattered.

Wesley stood up and grabbed some warm clothes and a bathrobe from nearby. He handed them to her. "Do you think you can dress yourself?"

Fred nodded and Wesley turned away, looking out the window. After a few moments, he heard her soft voice call to him. "Wesley...it's okay n-now." He turned around.

She had pulled her soaked hair back into a sloppy mess of a bun, letting her scars show. Her face was badly mutilated.

"What's the last thing you remember?" He asked, softly.

"I re-remember Angel. He was h-here a-and then he left. Then a v-vampire woman c-came in. I-I don't know-w how...b-but she d-did." It took her a while to get the words out.

"What did she look like?" He studied the holes in her neck.

"She was b-blonde and s-scary. R-really m-mean too. Oh Wesley...I'm s-sorry..." She reached out and touched the side of his face, her hand was cold.

Wesley held her hand in his and looked up at her. "Why? It's not your fault."

"I hurt you y-yesterd-day. I c-could see it in your eyes." She let a tear fall down her face.

"Was that really you yesterday?" He asked.

"I was inside, but the outside of me was s-someone els-se." She replied.

Wesley looked down, seeing that the sunlight from the window stopped about two feet from Fred. He looked up at her. "Fred...I'm going to do something. I'm going to have you stand up and walk to the window with me, okay?" He said softly.

Fred hesitated, unsure about what he was doing.

"Just in case..." Wesley moved close and touched his lips to hers. After only a moment, he pulled away. "I want you to know that...I care for you, Fred." He stood and offered his hand.

Wesley took a deep breath and stood, leading Fred into the sunlight. He closed his eyes and waited. Nothing. Opening his eyes, he looked at Fred.

He smiled and sighed a huge sigh of relief. "Come on, let's get you fixed up."