Wolfram and Hart's New Guest

A/N: Sorry for the wait, but I'll really try to get the next one up sooner. I got a laptop for an early Christmas present so I should hopefully be updating more. Okay, this is just a short chapter that I had to write, and I think its okay, but it's mainly a filler. I promise the next chapter will be the arrival of Hermione's tutors. Now read and enjoy!

Toodles,

jessebelle

As soon as they were outside of the club and were far away enough that they could hear each other over the noise, Hermione wrenched out of Spike and Xander's grip and turned to glare angrily at them. "What in the Bloody Hell was that?"

Spike and Xander shared a look; they'd thought Hermione had forgiven them, but no such luck. "That was us protecting you. It's in the job description!" Spike drew attention to himself, the first mistake.

Hermione's eyes narrowed and her voice became dangerously low. "No, that was you dragging me away after I'd met a wonderful guy before I'd even given him my real name!"

"He didn't even know your name?" Xander yelled drawing attention to himself. The two turned to him; he realized what he'd don and held his hands up in surrender mode. "Sorry."

Spike and Hermione looked away and continued their argument. "Luv, LA isn't London, or boarding school. The guys here are different and are either after sex or want to kill you. I was only doing what Angel would've wanted me to do." His second mistake was bringing Angel into it.

At his Hermione lost control. "Why do you think Angel left me here, along, with William? He trusts me, unlike some people."

"Pet, I highly doubt Peaches would leave you alone at a nightclub with some guy"-

"That's exactly what he did! If you don't believe me, call him, but I'm going back inside to find William and apologize!" She threw Angel's cell phone at his peroxide blond head then took off.

After getting through the bouncer, she was glad she'd gotten her hand stamped earlier; she entered the nightclub and began her search, keeping an eye out for red hair. She checked every face, every couple. He was no where to be found. She went to the bar and asked about him, and while they remembered her and William, they didn't see where he had gone. She sighed, it was just her luck.

She went to the table and got her things that'd been left when Spike and Xander pulled her away. She looked to where William had sat, his jacked was gone, but something had dropped out of it. She leaned down to pick it up. It was a small cloth bag. Opening it she looked at its contents: a few coins she couldn't properly see due to the bad lighting of the club, a few vials of, something, and…a fang? Inspecting it closer she was able to see it was an earring. She would've pondered more but she was interrupted before she could start.

"There you are, you okay?" Hermione looked up to see Charles, still in a suit, rushing towards her.

She smiled. "Hello, come to take me home?"

Gunn smiled as he made it to her. "No, I came to see if you were okay. Spike called, told us what he did, figured you'd rather catch a ride from me then them."

Hermione nodded. "Yes, thank you."

Gunn looked around. "Did you find him?"

Hermione shook her head sadly. "No, he's gone. It's like he disappeared, but he never really left."

Gunn gave her a confused look. "What do you mean?"

Hermione sighed. "Well, no body's seen him, and I've checked the club. Unless he took a back entrance I don't know about, he never left, I would've seen him leave through the front entrance. The last anybody saw of him he went into the loo."

Gunn gave her a look. "Want me to go check and see if he's still in there?"

Hermione shook her head and chuckled morosely. "No, I already did. Take me home?"

Gunn smiled and wrapped his arm around her, steering her to the door. "Of course." The left the club and began walking down the sidewalk; the sounds and the music slowly disappearing as they got further away.

"Where did you park?" Hermione turned and looked up to him.

Gunn smiled down on her. "I didn't, I figured you could use the fresh air. Besides, I'm here to protect you."

Hermione opened her mouth to comment when something hit Gunn in the head and he went down. She turned and screamed when she saw the attacker.

"Well lookie here boys, a midnight snack."

Faces disfigured, visible fangs, it was a pack of three vampires. Hermione quickly ran through her options as she was cornered to the wall. Sunlight, decapitation, stake through the heart…fire!

Whipping her wand out from her purse, she held it up threateningly to the vampires. "I'm warning you once, leave." She didn't know if she'd get in trouble for doing magic, and though she knew this was a life threatening situation, she'd rather not have a mark on her record.

Instead the vampires all laughed. "Oh, feisty. You going to stake us with that twig of yours. Who do you think you are; the slayer?"

Hermione took a deep breath, she could do this, pretend to be tough. She cataloged the term slayer in her mind before putting on a brave face. "No, but I am going to kill you, again. Incendio!"

The vampire that had been speaking, the one she assumed to be the leader, went up in flames. His two cronies watched in shock as he screamed and turned to dust. Hermione used their shock to kill another one. "Incendio!" the remaining vampire watched in shock as its companion turned to dust. "You bitch!"

Hermione smirked. "No, it's witch." Her words only made him angry. He charged at her.

Not counting on this, Hermione screamed and put up her arms in a weak attempt to protect herself. He slammed her into the wall of the building behind her. She saw stars as the brick cut into her back and shoulder, not to mention the pain from the impact on her head and back. His fingers clenched her arms painfully as he went for her neck, but then he turned to dust.

Hermione opened her eyes in shock as the pressure holding her disappeared and she was showered with dust. She had inadvertently staked him with her wand. She made a face as she looked down, she was covered with dust. Wiping her wand off on her skirt, wincing at the action, she looked around to see if anyone had noticed anything. There wasn't a soul around. Her eyes then caught sight of Charles, still slumped over on the pavement. Putting her wand away, but keeping it in reaching distance in case of another attack, She rushed over to her fallen friend.

"Charles, are you okay?"

He began to stir, and slowly his eyes opened. "What happened?" His voice was groggy, and he grabbed the back of his bald head as Hermione helped him slowly sit up.

"We were attacked."

Instantly his years of fighting vampires and demons kicked in. He was on his feet within seconds looking around for their assailant. "Where? Are you okay?"

Hermione nodded her head then winced. "Yeah, I'm a little beaten up, but they were taken care of."

He stared at her in disbelief, then noticed she was hurting and walked over to check her out. "How many were there?"

Hermione let out a deep breath as he inspected her shoulders and back. "Three."

He pulled away and looked at her in amazement. "And you 'took care of them'?"

Hermione hissed in pain. "Yes, now if we can maybe get back. I'm tired, my feet hurt, my head's killing me, and my back feels like its on fire. All I want to do is go home and go to bed. I start school tomorrow."

Gunn rubbed his head again. "Yeah, okay. I'm going to call and see if someone can pick us up. I don't think we should be walking and you're obviously hurt."

Hermione nodded, and slowly sat down on the pavement. "That would be good."

Gunn took out his cell phone and hit a button. "Hello?"

She couldn't hear the other side of the conversation, but listened to his responses. "Hey man, can you send someone to pick us up?"

"We're at," he looked around, "we're about three, four blocks from the club, you can't miss us."

"We were attacked."

"No, I don't know by what, I was knocked out right away.
"Hermione's fine, she says there were three and she took care of them, she's a bit roughed up, but I think she's more tired then hurt."

"Okay man, we'll be waiting." He hit another button and sat down next to her, putting his cell phone back in his jacket. "That was Angel. He's sending Wesley to come get us. He would've come himself but he's in the middle of a meeting. You gonna tell me how you took care of three, uh, men?" Gunn knew that something was up, what it was he had no clue, but something was definitely not normal.

Hermione sighed. "No, they're gone, minimal injuries, what else needs to be said?"

Gunn shook his head. "Nothing I guess." They sat in silence until a car pulled up and a worried Englishmen stepped out.

He rushed towards them, panic etched on his face. "Are you okay? What's wrong? Who's hurt?"

"Whoa, English, slow down. We're fine, a couple bumps and bruises but we're okay. Hermione just wants to go home." He emphasized the last word with a smile.

Wesley nodded. "That's… excellent. Well then, why don't we go back and you can fill us in on the details of your night." He smiled kindly at the girl, but then noticed she was asleep. He looked up and shared a look with Gunn. "Would you like to carry her, or shall I?"

Gunn slowly stood up and winced, holding his head. "You can, I'll just, go." He walked to the car and climbed in.

Wesley sighed, then leaned down and scooped Hermione into his arms. He made sure he had all of his things before turning and placing her in the backseat of the car. She winced in her sleep, but didn't wake. He assumed she'd hurt her back. He made sure she was comfortable before shutting the door and getting in the drivers' side. Gunn was resting his head, but said nothing. They drove back to the office in silence.

Angel was in the garage, anxiously waiting for them. Wesley and Gunn pulled into their space and got out of the car. Angel cornered them with a look. "Where is she?" He didn't wait for an answer before rushing to the backseat and practically wrenching the door open. He paused when he saw her unconscious form and turned to his friends. "I thought you said she wasn't hurt?" His voice was full of concern and worry. He leaned into the car and carefully picked her up, conscious of her injuries as he could smell the blood on her back. He straightened and looked to his friends. "What happened?"

Wesley smiled at his friends' concern. "She's fine Angel, she's just asleep. Why don't you take her to bed?" He went and got her things from the car and handed them to the vampire, before shutting the door.

Angel looked down at the girl in his arms that he'd gotten to know so well. He smiled. "I'll meet you in my office, tomorrow. Gunn, get some ice for your head and go to bed. Wesley, remind Harmony that our guests, Hermione's tutors, will be here tomorrow before you leave. Both of you go home and get some sleep, it's been a long night."

The friends offered their tanks before taking his advice and leaving. Angel shifted Hermione in his arms as he walked to his private elevator. Entering the penthouse, he walked to her room, next to his own, and placed her on the bed. He took off her shoes and debated on whether to put her in something more comfortable. His decision was made when she flinched in her sleep. He walked over and got her nightgown from one of her dressers, then disappeared into the bathroom for the first aid kit. He hated to wake her, so he tried his best to be gentle. He flipped her over and surveyed the damage on her back. It was bad. Using a washcloth he gently washed away the grime. He winced when she flinched, but she didn't wake. He bandaged the more serious cuts, mainly the one on her upper arms, then closing her eyes he took off her shirt. He replaced it with her nightgown. Then he slipped her skirt off, not looking. When she was dressed, he placed her back down on the bed. He brought the first aid kit back into the bathroom and then went to tuck her in. Kissing her forehead, he nearly jumped when her eyes opened. She smiled and gave him a small, "thank you," before going back to sleep. He sighed and took her ruined clothes. Turning off the light, he left her to sleep. It wasn't until he was about to through her clothes in the garbage that he noticed what was on them. Was that "Vampire Dust?" He shook his head, but nonetheless knew that that was what it was. Now did that mean that Hermione knew about vampires? Or did someone save her and Gunn?

Deciding to ponder it later, he through out the clothes and went to sleep. He'd deal with it in the morning. But he knew something else was going on, and he wondered what the consequences would be.