They walked down the stairs just in time to see Cordelia walking in.

"Do we have our...woah..." She looked up at Fred. "Fred! What happened?"

"She was attacked by a vampire last night. Some girl. Did you invite one in?" He asked Cordy.

Cordelia shook her head. "No, I didn't. Maybe Angel did. I doubt it...what did she look like? Was she blonde?"

Fred nodded.

"Did she dress in all black with a weird symbol around her neck?"

Fred nodded again.

"Can you remember what it looked like, Fred?" Wesley asked, putting his arm around her shoulder.

Fred walked towards the reception desk and picked up a pen and paper. She quickly sketched what she remembered the symbol looking like.

Cordelia took it from her. "Yeah...that's the same vamp that attacked Angel and I." She sighed, handing the sketch to Wesley.

Wesley studied it for a minute, then took it back to his office, closing the door. Cordelia heard a crash inside, but didn't bother to tend to him, knowing that Wesley was just blowing off steam.

"Here..." Cordelia grabbed a first aid kit from underneath the desk and sat Fred on the couch in the lobby. She began tending to Fred's wounds.

"Cordelia?" Fred asked, still quiet.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry." She looked down at the laceration on her arm and sniffled.

"For what, Fred?"

"For hurting everyone yesterday. I hurt you, Wesley, and Angel. I didn't mean to." She sighed.

"How did you hurt Angel and I?" Cordy raised an eyebrow.

"I know about you two."

Cordelia dropped the bandage she had in her hands. "Uh...oops..." She bent down to get it.

"Why are you hiding your feelings?"

Cordy sighed. "I don't know." She toyed with the bandage for a minute. "I don't think it would work. I mean...he's...a vampire."

Fred tried to smile, but it appeared awkward through her bruises. "That didn't stop...what's her name?"

"Buffy."

"Yeah. They worked out...sorta. I mean, you'd just have to have a completely non-physical relationship, but I'm sure you could pull it off, somehow. If your souls are on the same wavelength, then the attraction isn't just purely physical. It goes so much deeper than that. Angel knows that." Fred sniffled again.

"What about you and Wesley?" Cordelia asked, returning to her work.

"What about us? We're friends." Fred looked sad.

Cordelia remembered her promise to Wesley. "Friends...yeah." They remained quiet until Wesley barged in.

"I believe that this vampire who attacked you may be part of some secret vampire cult. The symbol points to a mix of vampire and wiccan principals that date back to the early 1500's. Perhaps if we trace the principals back, we can find out why they made Fred so...outgoing. And perhaps we can find out why that woman attacked you." He looked up from his book and frowned at Fred. He hated to see her in pain like that.

Fred looked at Wesley, but then hid her face. She didn't want him to see her like that.

Angel casually strolled in. "So, what's...woah..." He stopped and sat next to Fred.

"That's what I said." Cordelia replied. "She was attacked by that vampire bitch who attacked us the other night. Somehow, she got inside."

Gunn strolled in a few seconds later. "Hey, anybody seen my crossbow?"

They all looked at Gunn.

"What?"

Wesley took off his glasses and approached his colleague. "Did you happen to invite in any young blonde women during the night?"

Looking around, Gunn became defensive. "What makes you think I invited her in? It could have been Angel...or Fred. Who knows?"

They all continued to stare at him.

"She was selling chocolates." He shrugged.

Angel rolled his eyes and Cordelia went back to her business tending to Fred.

Wesley shoved Gunn up against a nearby pillar.

"Don't you ever invite in another strange woman or man unless it's light out, do you understand?" He yelled, pointing a finger in Gunn's face.

Gunn put his hands up in the air in surrender. "Alright, man...don't get so uptight."

"Uptight? You put Fred in danger!" Wesley straightened his sweater and marched back to his office, slamming the door again.