Chapter 2

"What in Saint Joseph happened to her?" Wesley asked. He got up from the desk and rushed to Angel's side. He was busy reading up on a Kissing Demon spell when Angel came in with a beautiful woman in his arms. A beautiful, naked, covered in blood, woman.

"Long story Wes, don't have time to explain." Angel said quickly as he rushed up the stairs. Wesley followed close behind him into one of the vacant rooms. It was Cordy's study room complete with a futon, desk, computer, a bookcase, stereo and anything else she could've imagined would've looked good.

"Quickly Wes, pull the futon out." Angel ordered. Not one used to getting orders Wes froze for a moment before doing as he was told. Angel placed the woman as carefully as he could onto the futon and knelt down beside her.

"She needs medical help." Wes stated the obvious, not knowing what to say.

"Can you heal her?" Angel asked. Wes gave a short laugh.

"I am a Watcher, not a Healer." Wes snapped. Angel turned around and glared at Wes.

"She is going to bleed to death if we don't do something and quick." Angel snapped.

"Fine, find something to put pressure on her wounds and I will locate a Healer as fast as a I could." Wes sighed. As Angel scrounged around in an attempt to find something that could be used to help him, Wesley walked quickly out of the room.

He didn't know why he was acting like such an ass. Just that he had a feeling that Angel was behind the woman being hurt. He wasn't much into trusting a vampire, little alone Angel. But something seemed almost off about the woman that Angel brought in.

Wes just started working at the Angel Invistigations not long ago. And he knew that the first rule was to trust your gut instinct. And something was screaming at him. He just didn't know what though.

Angel found one of Cordelia's shirts that she left behind and quickly ripped it into a set of crudely made bandages. He wrapped one around the woman's shoulder and the other around her gut. And applied as much pressure as he dared.

"Bound Huntress." Angel said aloud as he looked at her. Was this the creature that the seer warned him about? About the decision he would have to face? Is this the decision that he had to make? To let her live or let her die here on the futon. Something told him that that wasn't the decision he had to make. Not the one that the seer mentioned anyways.

Looking at her up close, Angel noticed the gray patch that encircled her right eye. A shiver ran through his body as he examined it with his free hand. The skin felt like a little like silk and a lot like leather. It was a grim reminder to Angel of what this thing was.

"Wesley told me you needed a Healer." Angel heard Franchise's voice behind him. He turned around and looked at the green demon standing in the doorway. "Whoa he didn't say that there was a naked woman that needed a Healer."

"It's a long story." Angel murmured.

"I would say. It looks like she busted a gut." Fran laughed.

"This isn't funny Fran." Angel growled. "And did Wesley send you up here to help her? Because the last I knew was that you were a seer, not a Healer."

"Whoa big guy, don't just knock off my healing skills." Fran threw his hands up in the air in mock defeat. "Besides, he couldn't find an available Healer so he asked me to step in. So move over big guy and let me see what I can do."

Angel did move over and when Fran saw who it was laying there he froze. He dropped his hands down at his sides and his grin disappeared off of his red lips.

"Oh my don't tell me." He said. "Angel that's no human you got there."

"I kind of know that Fran." Angel rolled his eyes. "Please help her before she bleeds to death. If you haven't noticed that's what she's been doing for sometime now."

"Angel, do you know who she is?" Fran asked as he knelt by Angel and started removing the now red make-shift bandage from the woman's body.

"No, but she attacked me." Angel answered. Fran stopped with what he was doing and looked at him.

"She attacked you? So I am assuming that you are responsible for this?" Fran asked.

"Not on purpose, just out of self defense." Angel quickly said. He knew how bad it sounded. "Besides, she didn't look human when she attacked me."

"More of a demon huh?" Fran asked. Angel nodded with a questioning look. "Look we don't have enough time to spare for chit chat. You're right about that. Although if it was up to me I wouldn't let her live more than this but it's your call." With that he grabbed Angel's arm with a strength Angel didn't know he had and quickly cut his wrist with his nail and placed it over the woman's mouth.

"What-?" Angel asked as the woman stirred to life and grabbed his wrist with her hands and started sucking off of him.

"I will be damned. It is true." Fran nearly whispered with awe.

"God damned what are you doing?" Angel asked in a weak voice.

"Sorry big dude, but nothing could help besides blood. And seeing as how I am a demon my blood won't help her." When Angel didn't answer back Fred closed his eyes. He knew where Angel was. Oh his body might be here but his mind went on a vacation. Of the creature's choosing.