Disclaimer: I only own Lara, the girl in the story who comes to Angel Investigations for help.

A/N: Thanks to Oddisee for reviewing! To DestinysFate: Yeah, I did make that up! And you're welcome for telling you about Diaryland. And to all those who didn't.please do! I won't update until someone reviews, so if you want more, then press the 'Review' button after reading my story! I might take a while to update cause I've got my finals now. Wish me luck! *wink*

Chapter 2

On the way to the Jukebox, the team only found out that the girl's name was Lara, she was 17, a year younger than Connor and she was an orphan.

The group stopped outside what appeared to be a run-down and abandoned store. But to the magical eye, it looked like any homeless shelter, only it had neon lights that flashed 'Jukebox-Magickal Shelter for the Homeless'.

Lara pushed open the door and gasped. The place was quite a sight. The demons had left, but they had also left behind death. Dead bodies littered the place.

They carefully stepped inside, avoiding any bodies. Cordelia wrinkled her nose at the sight, and Lara turned back.

"Sorry for the mess. We'll have it cleaned up soon," she said, as though she read Cordelia's mind.

"Take your time," she replied, forcing a smile.

Lara smiled back and turned around again. Suddenly, she stopped and knelt down beside a boy. She brushed his dark hair away from his face.

"Daniel," she whispered softly.

The boy-Daniel-opened his eyes and raised a weak hand. Lara held it.

"Lara. . ." he whispered in return.

"Danny, don't leave me, please. What will I do without you?" she said, blinking back tears.

"Lara, I'm. . .leaving because. . .I know. . .that you can make it. . .without. . .me. . .Mom and Dad. . .are calling me. . .I have to. . .go," he said, taking deep breaths at the same time.

He closed his eyes and his hand went limp in Lara's.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. She laid Daniel's hand beside him, on the floor.

Cordelia knelt down beside her. "It's gonna be okay. Don't cry," she said, tears forming in her eyes as well.

She peered closer and saw two puncture marks on Daniel's neck. She looked up at Angel. "Vampires," she said.

Lara got up and turned to the team. "I-I'm sorry. My brother. . ."she trailed off. "Please. Follow me."

She turned and led them to a blank wall. She waved her hand and said softly, "Reveal."

By magic a door appeared. She turned the knob and pushed it open.

"Maya?" she called out, entering a room full of scared faces. She beckoned for the team to follow her.

"Maya," she called again. The crowd parted slightly, and a woman who appeared to be in her mid-thirties appeared. Angel supposed she was Maya.

"Lara! Thank goodness you're alright," she said, hugging the younger girl.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I brought someone to help." Maya let go of her and she turned and introduced Angel and co.

"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Maya-"

"We figured that much," Fred supplied helpfully.

Maya smiled at her, wrinkles lining her young face. "Yes. Of course. You must have. As I said, I'm Maya and I own the Jukebox. I started it because I saw many people like myself, possessing magickal abilities, and homeless. I gathered them all-witches, demons, and the like- and started this. Daniel and Lara were one of the few. And ever since, this has been a peaceful shelter for everyone with magickal powers. Until now, that is, when we were attacked by fanged demons."

Angel nodded. "Vampires. I-"

Maya cut him off with, "And you are one yourself, are you not, with a soul?"

"Yeah. I am. So anyway. My team and I are demon-hunters."

"Which is why I came to you for help. You can help us, right?" Lara asked.

"Of course! We help the helpless, that's our motto," Cordelia chirped.

Angel gave her a look, and she smiled nervously.

"Could we see the scene?" he asked.

"Follow me," Lara said. Turning to Maya, she said, "I'll see if I can find any more of us in the process."

With that she turned towards the door and turned the knob again, walking out with the team from Angel Investigations behind her. When they were all out, she turned to the door and waved her hand again, saying this time, "Conceal."