I'll try to keep updating all of my stories but it's a bit difficult with exams coming up. I do not own the buffy-franchise, just Robyn and her cat. Hope you guys like this story!
-CandiLand95
xXx Chapter Three xXx
Wesley sat down at his desk and sighed deeply, everything was still so very new to him. His office filled with things he now owned and controlled. If he wanted to destroy an entire country, he now had the resources and people to do so. A shiver ran down his spine, 'No mortal man should have that amount of power… ever.' He thought to himself as he took a sip from his 'Kiss the mastermind' mug. Carefully Wesley placed his mug down on a stack of papers on his desk and opened his draw finding it empty.
"Huh, I swore there was…" he began but was suddenly cut off by a fluttering of paper as six inches of paper suddenly appeared one by one into a neat stack. "Oh good, more papers to file…" he said, shuffling through the pages of plain black writing.
Thoughts rolled through his mind, memories. He had changed so much since he left Britain; he used to live in the shadows of his father and now he was a part of an evil organisation. No longer was he "Roger Wyndam-Pryce's boy". He was Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. A powerful man in charge of protecting the world from the evil that corrupts it every day. He was supposed to be a watcher, not that it meant anything anymore, all the watchers except for a few like Giles and his father were killed by the first evil. His father's stern face filled his mind and Wesley instantly looked down at his feet. He still remembered his father's stern speech of how he had betrayed his family and the Watchers for not looking after Faith and how he was no longer his son.
Wesley sighed and went back to reading the papers. Suddenly the phone on the edge of his desk rang, shocking the poor British man and causing him to knock his mug of coffee over the papers. "Damn!" he shouted as he quickly picked up the mug and moved it away from the soiled papers. He grabbed the phone and in an irritated voice growled "What?"
A cool female calmly replied. "Your 11 o'clock is here."
Wesley looked around for a cloth to clean the mess he had made. "My ah, what?"
"The interview for Angel's secretary."
Wesley mentally swore. "Ah yes, the interview with Miss White. Yes send her in." he hung up the phone and took his glasses off to clean them but he dropped them under his desk. "Oh bloody hell…" he murmured. Wesley ducked under the desk and the door opened.
"Hello?" Robyn called out as she walked into the room, closing the door behind her. She looked around and heard a loud bang and a man with a British voice curse under his breath. Wesley sat up at his desk, rubbing his sore head with one hand as he shoved his glasses back onto his nose. "Oh are you okay?" she asked, clutching her handbag.
Wesley outright stared at the red-headed girl. Her deep rich green eyes were wide with concern and fear, her pearly white teeth biting down delicately on her ruby red bottom lip… she was certainly a beautiful thing. 'Beautiful indeed but Fred has much, much more…' Wesley thought to himself, smiling as he did so. "Yes, thank you." Robyn exhaled sharply and smiled sweetly. "Please, take a seat." He said, readjusting himself on his chair. She nodded and gracefully sat down and crossed her legs and clasped her fingers together. "So Miss White…"
"Please. Call me Robyn. I'm too young for formalities." Robyn said smiling again. Wesley looked at his files he had spilt the tea on and yelped in surprise. "What is it?" she asked worriedly, looking at his desk with doe-like eyes.
He slowly picked up the top sheet and held it up to the light and found not one trace of the spilt tea. "Huh. Never mind." He quickly put it down and shuffled through the stack and pulled out her resume. "Okay Robyn, it says here you're originally from Australia, moved here about a year ago to live in America. You soared through high school, top in all your classes, distinctions in Music, Physical education and English. Went to College for Teaching and Music production but dropped out after two years of study and moved around the country, working small time jobs."
Robyn's jaw hung low. "How…"
Wesley held up the sheets and raised an eyebrow smugly "Background check." Robyn went red and bit her lip again. 'Of course they would, being a law form they need to watch their backs.' Wesley cleared his throat and continued on. "These jobs varied from waitressing, small parts in commercials, babysitting and hard labour on farms both animal and vegetable alike." He glanced up at her to see her reaction but received a piercing gaze of green eyes. "Finally you were able to save up enough money to travel to LA where you settled down in a small apartment on Summers Street as a waitress/singer at the local bar a few streets away." He concluded, letting the papers fall back down onto the table.
"Anything else you know about my life?" Robyn asked jokingly, inside her blood was boiling, he made her life seem so shallow and worthless.
Wesley picked up the papers and smirked. "You have a black cat called Melody. Same name as your mother." Satisfied with his team's extensive work, Wesley looked back at the girl and saw her green eyes alight with a brilliant fire. "Your background makes a great bass line for a trial bases but I must ask you this question…"
Robyn leaned forward, silently thanking god her father's constant pressure to get through school with excellent grades. "Can you work for a Vampire? Can you handle demons and other nasty things walking in at any given time?" Wesley asked the girl.
Robyn sat back puzzled. "Vampire? Demons?"
Wesley's eyes widened slightly as realisation washed over him. She knew nothing of the supernatural. "Uh, I'm so sorry Miss White but you must leave and think nothing of Wolfram and Hart."
Wesley jumped up and grabbed her elbow gently and helped her out of her chair. "But sir, I need this job…"
"NO!" he shouted suddenly. He took a few deep breaths and looked back at Robyn and found her green orbs. "You are naïve. Stay like that, you don't need a job at a place that corrupts and feasts on people like you." A stray lock of hair had fallen out of place and into her face during his rush attempt to yank her out the door. He smiled weakly and tucked it behind her ear. "Robyn, you don't even want this job. You deserve much more. Everyone here made a deal, signed it with their own blood. You haven't, so run!" Not waiting to be told twice, she pulled her arm free from his grasp and ran for the elevator. "So naïve…" he murmured as he watched the scared red-head take the elevator.
She reminded him of Fred, innocent. Not knowing the full world. But this time he hoped he would have saved her from all the horrors Fred had to deal with. He started closing the doors when he saw Angel and Lorne striding over to him. "Angel, Lorne. What brings you here to this department?" A small smile took his features when he saw two of his close friends.
"One fiery Mademoiselle." Lorne said looking around worriedly. Wesley's smile dropped.
"Robyn White?" Wesley asked praying it wasn't happening.
Angel ran his hand through his hair. "Yeah, she's the new slayer." Wesley's face slowly turned a pale green and Lorne's red eyes glared at the British man. Angel closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Where is she Wes?"
Wesley gulped. "I- she didn't know anything about the supernatural so I told her to go…" Angel growled and Lorne looked at his boss worriedly.
"Wes, stay here and call up Giles and let him know about the new slayer, he would want to know we have one of his people. Lorne, you come with me down to the underground tunnels and we'll track her down." Wesley nodded his head sadly and walked off to his office. Angel stormed off to the elevator and Lorne ran to catch up to him.
"Uh, Angelkins… how, why am I going? Kinda lackin' in the human department of things with green skin and all." Lorne ended in a forced happy tone.
Angel stepped into the elevator and folded his arms. "You're the only one who knows what she looks like."
Lorne nodded his head "Fair enough." He then stepped into the elevator next to the big boss. "Just hope she doesn't flip when she sees the horns." He murmured.