xXx Chapter four xXx

Wesley's words replayed through Robyn's mind as she hurried out of the elevator and out the doors of Wolfram and Hart. 'Vampires? Demons? That's absurd!' she shook her head. 'He must be insane or something…' she thought to herself. Robyn took a few deep breaths and walked down the street, pulling her hair free to tumble down in Auburn waves. People shoved past her, elbowing her as they did. Robyn had never felt so alone, she had no one, no family, no friends and the only person who could possibly be her friend worked at Wolfram and Hart where she was no longer welcomed.

'But do I even want to work there? Besides Fred, they all seem… weird.' Robyn thought as she continued down towards the bus station. As she walked past a darkened alleyway she saw a blonde haired girl pressed up against the brick wall but a tall red head man. Robyn turned away and blushed at the intimate scene she had just witnessed. Suddenly a chill ran down her spine. It told her something was not right with that scene.

She stopped and looked back at them and the girl looked at her and tried to speak. "He-help!" she managed to say. Robyn instinctively dropped her handbag and tried to run towards the pair and help the girl up but her skirt and shoes slowed her down.

"Damn!" Robyn swore as she kicked off her heels. And in one swift movement, she tore her skirt up each side and ran towards the couple. Robyn grabbed the guy with both hands and with amazing strength, pulled him off the blonde and threw him across the alleyway. "Wow!" she exclaimed, looking down at her hands. A sob brought her back to reality and she looked down at the girl who held onto her neck that was covered with blood. Robyn's nightmare flashed before her eyes; blonde girl, blood… "Vampire?" she gasped. The blonde looked past Robyn and screamed. Robyn turned around and fought the urge to do the same.

Rushing towards her was the red headed man but his face was grotesquely twisted and bumpy and his eyes a glowing amber yellow. Blood stained his mouth of needle sharp teeth as he grinned. Fiery red head to match his own feistiness 'Perfect mate' he thought as she turned around and faced him.

Suddenly her fist swung out of nowhere and he fell to the ground again. Without hesitation he jumped up and they engaged in hand to hand combat, blocking each other's attack while landing a few small blows. Robyn back flipped out of the way, kicking him in the face and landing near the wall where she used it to spring forward to land a kick in his gut. He yelped out in pain and doubled over. Robyn slammed her elbow into the centre of his back, knocking him down to the ground.

She quickly turned to the forgotten girl who sat by a dumpster cradling her bleeding neck, sobbing hysterically. "Are you okay?" Robyn asked, offering her hand to the girl who nodded and quickly took her hand. Robyn placed her hand onto the girl's back to steady her and quickly began to guide her back out of the alleyway. Suddenly something grabbed Robyn and pulled her around. Robyn gasped, and the vampire grinned. 'Think! What do vampires hate?'

She brought her knee up to his crotch and he screamed out in pain. Robyn looked around and saw a rotted wooden stool sticking out of the dumpster. 'Wood!' she quickly made a break for it with Vampire only a few seconds behind.

Robyn gripped the wooden leg and snapped it easily like a toothpick. Her senses where heightened to the max, she could hear the girl panting as she tried to walk out of the alleyway, she could see everything around her clearly and in detail and she could smell the decay wafting from the vampire directly behind her. She heard someone call out her name making her turn around and brought her makeshift stake up into the vampire's chest. He looked at the wood deeply embedded in his heart and then back at Robyn. The last thing he would ever see was those wild green eyes staring into his own yellow. He turned into dust and Robyn's hand stayed in the same spot, paralysed.

She heard footsteps behind her and she quickly turned her heel, thrusting her wooden leg again only to be stopped by a green hand with vivid red nails.

Robyn looked up at Lorne and gasped. She felt a pang of fear at first but she swallowed that down and took in his entire form. His tall lean body under his blue stripped shirt and red suit, his perfectly shaped wine-red lips, his small pair of red horns breaking through his forehead just below his golden brown hairline and at last her green eyes locked with his red eyes. Her first reaction was to scream and run but something in his eyes told her he wasn't a monster. 'Rather handsome actually…'

Lorne stared at her with awe, she looked so wild. Her feet were bare, her skirt torn up the sides showing her white thighs, the top few buttons had broken free giving him a hint of a low cut, lacy black bra. He then realised her hair now ran down her back in a tumble of waves and he desperately fought the urge to run his fingers through the long red tangles. But her eyes, dark green with a spark of and joy and life, and they looked into his own without fear, maybe wonder but no fear or loathing. How he wanted to stare into those eyes forever.

In the background, Angel helped the young blonde up and checked over the wound. "…It looks alright, you're just in shock. Catch a cab to the hospital to get a few shots and maybe a blood transfusion and try to stay out of dark alleyways for a while." The girl nodded her head stiffly and looked over at Robyn and Lorne and visibly paled at the sight of the demon. Without a single thought, she stumbled out into the sunlight and disappeared forever. Angel looked at Robyn and Lorne and recognised the way they were staring at each other. It reminded him so much of how he and Buffy looked at the beginning before the vampire thing came into the mixture. 'God, Lorne looks like his about to kiss her here and now.' Angel thought half joking, half completely serious.

Robyn dropped the broken leg and it fell to the ground clanging noisily on the pavement. "I'm Lorne…" He managed to say, feeling so out of character. He still held onto her wrist but softly, not wanting to hurt her 'Like you could ever hurt a slayer' the annoying voice piped up.

'Oh shut it.'

"Robyn. Ah, could I have my arm back Lorne?" she asked jokingly, smiling coyly at him. Lorne quickly let go of her arm and felt the blood rush to his cheeks, making them a slightly darker green.

"Sorry."

"Sorry." They both said at the same time, making them both laugh. Angel walked up to the pair, staring at Robyn in amazement. She didn't even know about the supernatural forces, yet she fought a vampire, killing it and saving an innocent in the process, seen Lorne and not freak out because of his looks, she was even laughing with him like old friends.

"I'm Angel." Angel said holding out his hand. Robyn forced herself to look away from Lorne and shook the vampire's hand and shivered. "I know, cold."

"Uh, yes. So you're Angel? I was actually here for an interview to become your secretary but ah, Mr Wyndam-Pryce rushed me out the door." She nibbled her bottom lip nervously, looking down at her bare feet. Robyn took a deep breath and looked up at Angel directly into his dark brown almost black eyes. "So you're a vampire?" she stated more than asked. If Angel's heart had still been pumping blood through his body, his cheeks would have been flaming red so instead he just looked away, not wanting to look into those penetrating green eyes.

"Yeah, have been for a long time. But I'm different from other vampires; I have a soul and don't kill people, except the really bad ones." He rambled on, finally stopping himself before he told her his entire life story including diagrams and demonstrations.

"Uh-huh. And what about him?" she pointed at the pile of dust that was the vampire she had staked.

"Vampire." Angel said, looking back at her again, but avoiding the piercing eyes, he now knew why Lorne was so entranced by her eyes, they were full of life and so exciting, it was almost impossible not to stare.

Robyn looked at Lorne and tilted her head slightly. "What about you? What are you?" she asked frowning.

"A demon. From a place called Pylea, a whole other dimension. Literally." He said in his most calm voice but Robyn could hear the forced calmness of his voice but didn't question him further.

She took a few steps away from them and whispered "What am I?" Angel and Lorne looked at her awkwardly, not knowing how to tell the young woman her life was now signed over to the powers that be. Robyn turned around with tears threatening to burst. "What am I?" she asked more angrily. Lorne walked over to her and put a comforting arm around her. He felt her shiver and he looked down to see her nipples straining against the fabric of her shirt. Lorne mentally cursed and quickly took his jacket off and wrapped it around her shapely form. "I-I could h-hear her breathing, I c-could see everything like it was bright as day. I-I knew what to do, I…"

"You're a slayer." Angel said simply, crossing his arms giving him a mysterious and dangerous look.

"S-Slayer? Isn't that a band?" Robyn said questioningly. Lorne couldn't help but chuckle at her mix up of the occupation and band. Realising that's not what he meant, she took a deep breath and looked up at him confidently. "What is a Slayer?"