As the day wore on Spike busied himself with games, movies, and daytime TV while Selene slept straight through the day, only stirring come sunset. One gold eye lazily slipping open with a faint whimper as she felt around her, "Someone tore down the sides, no lid either." She muttered feeling above her.
There Spike stood in the doorway as she stirred, arms crossed over his chest, the others now seated in the other room where he'd just left. With a sigh he pushed himself up and into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed. "So... you're a celebrity, hm?" He asked gently, Lorne having had filled them all in on what he had read of the girl.
A frown crossed the woman's face, and a very brief look of panic, to brief for even a vampire's eye to see, "No, just your run of the mill blood-sucker. Who could use a bit of breakfast."
"You don't have to lie here, Love..." he said gently, laying a cold hand on her soft skin. "We know..."
"I'm not famous, honestly, Monsieur!" Selene practically cried in terror.
Seeing her panic, Spike gently dropped into a chair by her, "You used to be." He said point blankly to her, stroking her hair a little.
"No..." she started again, "I am simply a blood-sucker, nothing more."
"Oh?" Spike said softly, "So, you're trying to tell me you aren't Selene LeBeau? The vampiric child rock star from many years ago?"
At this the woman lowered her head, her waterfall of hair covering her face to conceal her tears, "She was killed with her family from what I heard. Besides...she was an immortal child and clearly I am not."
He shrugged some, if she wanted to deny it then fine whatever, she'd come clean when she was ready. "You know..." he glanced to the side at her, "I was there. At the last concert, and what a show it was," he laughed, "That girl really knew how to give the fans what they wanted."
At this the woman smiled a little bit, "I suppose she did. She only did it to keep her Father close though."
He folded his arms behind his head and sighed, "Oh? Well I'm sure if she didn't want to do it she could have stopped..."
"Not once she got under the lights, and listened to them scream her name at the top of their lungs..." her eyes glazed as if she spoke from experience, the touching idea broken by her growling stomach causing Spike to laugh.
"Well we don't do people here, but we've got some fairly good blood, it's kind of spicy and fairly warm..."
Raising her brow she looked at him as if her were utterly insane, "Surely you jest Monsieur...." she shook her head, "What a strange lot you young ones are....if it is all the same I shall partake of my fancy."
"Angel gets rather uppity if you go around eating people." He laughed softly squeezing her hand.
"Surely he wouldn't miss a murder or pedophile." she said with a soft almost childish smile.
He shrugged some, "You would have to take that up with him I guess."
"I suppose if he is the leader then I shall....." she slowly rose the last remains of the skirt shredding.
"Er..." He glanced down at her movement and lifted a brow, "What are you doing love?"
"Going to speak to your coven leader about my hunting."
He chuckled, "We are far from a coven here love, more a ragtag band of misfits to be honest."
At this she smiled and let out a tiny frozen bell like laugh, "Sounds like the last coven known to the vampire race."
He lifted himself up on his elbows and looked at her, "Oh? Why's that?"
"They were nothing more than the fledglings and flesh born young of a single vampire, except for one who had two makers." She smiled some before moving again to the door her tiny undies in plain view.
"Two sires?" he blinked some, "I didn't think that was possible, other than Connor anyway."
"Yea..." she said with a glazed look, "The first one could only do half the job. The down side to making a child vampire I spose." She said, beginning to wonder why people were staring at her.
A faint blush stained Fred's cheeks as she offered the woman a blanket from the back of the couch, "You might want to cover up?" she smiled lightly at the vampiress, "You might get... cold."
Selene glanced down at the red panties, nodding, taking the blanket, and wrapping it around her waist gently, "Merci cheri..."
Again Fred smiled before stepping back to take up her spot beside the fairly tall brunette with glasses, her hand seeking his instinctively.
"I seek your Coven Leader." Selene's voice was a bit thicker due to being surrounded by the sweet smelling mortals, their pulses a siren's call to the hungry feral.
With a glance around Angel sighed, and pushed himself off the couch, "I suppose that would be me then."
A soft smile graced Selene's lips as she dropped into a curtsy her eyes carefully kept low, "I humbly request acceptance into your coven, Monsieur. These are trying times for those hunted and as your members have made clear it is unwise for me to remain solitary."
He smiled lightly at the woman and looked around at the others. No one seemed to outright refuse the idea so he nodded, "I'm sure that would be alright."
"Merci kind, Monsieur. I also request to speak to mon leader in private if this is acceptable."
He frowned softly but nodded, "Very well, but you don't need to refer to me as your leader, we're all equal here."
"Very well, and I shall answer any questions, Monsieur, has about me as best I can." She said nodding softly. He motioned her back towards the bedroom, which caused her to giggle as she followed, still careful to keep her eyes lowered. "I am an open book for you and you alone Monsieur." She said in a low voice a French accent painting her words softly.
He closed the door behind them and motioned for her to sit, "What did you want to speak with me about?"
"The blond one...." she started slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed, "He claims you young ones no longer hunt...."
"Well..." Angel started carefully, mindful of what Lorne had told him earlier, "We do not feast on humans, more protect them from those who seek to do just that..." he said softly and evenly careful of his tone.
"Even if the mortal deserves death?" she questioned cocking her head to the side softly.
"What do you mean?" he asked slowly and tentatively.
"Murderers, rapist, those who would prey on children...do you not agree they deserve death?" her eyes were a bit colder, her furry floating through the air.
"I suppose you've got a point..." he mused slightly, staring at her till she lowered her eyes a bit.
"Then, may I continue my normal feeding habits? Something about the blood being removed, coagulating...." she shuddered violently.
"Hey our blood isn't coagulated!" He quickly defended his own meals, "but very well, only on those people."
A soft smile crossed her lips as she gently bowed to Angel, "Merci." she said batting her gold eyes gently, "And do you have anything you wish to know, Monsieur?"
"Of course," he started gently, almost eagerly, "Who you are, where you came from, the usual I would assume."
Slowly she let out a gentle sigh. "Only if you swear not to speak a word of this to either your mortals or your blond pet."
He blinked, "Pet? Spike? Dear God no! He is not my pet!" Angel shuddered violently at the idea of bedding down with his grandfledgling.
At this Selene giggled softly and childlike, "Then I take it he isn't your lover either?"
The mere thought seemed to make him physically ill, "Don't even begin to think so. I'm just his grandsire."
"Very well," she replied smiling slightly, her fangs gently biting into her lip, "My name is Selene LeBeau and I was born in New Orleans in the year 1708."
He lifted a brow some and nodded, "Go on," he encouraged her gently.
"I am the fourth fledgling of one Lestat de Lioncourt. At one time our names were known throughout the world of rock and roll music...." by now her voice was shaking as she sunk to the floor, Angel gently sitting on the bed reaching out to stroke her head lightly which seemed to calm and relax her somewhat, "To my knowledge, I am the last member of my family alive," she sighed gently, "I sold my immortality for a chance to grow up, I became a dhampir, a half vampire, when I reached the visual age of twenty-two, I was found by a former... acquaintance who gave me his blood and restored me to what I am today. I slaughtered him on the spot." Her voice sounded almost proud of this, the way Spike's did when he spoke of the slayers. "For the most part I am non-violent, I learned that from my momma and daddy. I am also being hunted by a very ancient vampire,"
He frowned at her, "Ok, and who would that be?"
"One by the name of Marius. I killed his fledgling." This caused Angel to frown deeper at the strange woman. Seeing this she quickly added, "I will not put you or your people in danger. If he comes near here I will flee."
He sighed some at her instant desire to protect them all from her past, "Well, you will be safe here."
A soft smile creased her lips, "Merci, Monsieur, if there is anything I can do to repay your kindness..."
Just as Angel opened his mouth to speak, there was the rap of knuckles on the door before it opened revealing the blond male, "Hey, it's your night to patrol." He said to the brunette flicking a smile to the girl who cocked her head confusedly, "Patrol?"
He pushed up off the bed and nodded at the other man, "Yea I'm coming," he turned back to Selene, "Er... we go out, save the innocent sorta thing."
"Sort of a knight in shining armor." She smiled some, raising slowly, looking at the blanket at her waist. "Hmmm maybe I should go back to the motel..." she started.
Angel waved a hand at her and shook his head, "No don't worry about it, I'll get someone up here soon with something for you to wear."
He smiled at her, which caused her to blush, and smile back gently, "I do not wish to be a bother monsieur, those days are long behind me."
At this he had to chuckle at her soft politeness, "It's far from being a bother." Her smile grew stronger and she nodded, her stomach letting out another vicious growl. "Er and I'll send someone up with something for you to eat too..."
He said a bit nervously to which she nodded, "Merci. Perhaps I shouldn't have left my dinner so hastily last night," she said glancing at Spike with a small smirk.
At this Spike chuckled some as Angel pushed past him and left then he glanced at her, "So...wanna play some Halo?"
"Halo?" she cocked her head to the other side, "Do I appear to be an angel Monsieur?"
He laughed, loudly, at that and grinned, "Far from it I assure you, Halo is a video game."
"Like Super Mario?" She questioned, once again her age seeming to shine through.
"Erm...not exactly," he grinned.
Gently she smirked devilishly nodding, moving towards him as he moved off to the couch and dropped back onto it, the game system was already turned on and the game sat on the start screen, which she stared at it all for a moment before picking up the controller slowly. After he explained the basics of the game to her, she easily defeated him, to used to hiding and running and transferring these skills to the game, leaving him to stare at the game over screen with his character laying dead.
"Monsuir...." she started gently, "Are you a virgin?"
"Er..not for over a hundred years." He replied a bit put off by the question.
She began to lick her lips lightly, "Goood I'd hate to be imprisoned for statutory rape." She said with a devilish smirk causing him to blink a bit and shift over some on the couch.
"I don't think that'd be the best idea."
"And why is that?"
He slowly stood and moved towards the window, "Because... I've another in my mind... and my heart."
She gently sighed, lowering her head softly, "Monsieur Angel?"
He sputtered a bit and spun to face the woman, "No! I'd sooner castrate myself. than sleep with that prat!"
"Not a fan of anal then?" She asked every bit of this with a straight face, "Can't say I blame you... try taking it when you're only nine and getting it both ways."
He sighed heavily and perched on the arm of the couch, "She was a slayer," he put heavy emphasis on the word she, "and she thinks me dead."
She frowned gently, looking away respectfully, "I'm sorry, but if she knows what you are, clearly she would know we're hard as hell to..."
She stopped suddenly causing him to shrug, "It's fine, not like I could have really expected a house in the suburbs, white picket fence and all that sodding rubbish." He laughed softly as she shook her head.
"You could have the all of those things, if, you truly wanted them mon ami. My family did...for a while....for the first half of my immortal life I was a pampered princess." She sighed softly.
He smirked some, "Oh?"
Gently she pulled her knees up under her and closed her eyes, "Yea....then hell hit... purgatory... earth... then heaven again... and thanks to that bastard I'll never see any of them again and even if I did I could never go back... I sold my soul to change from that weak thing into this." Gently she wrapped her fingers in the gold chain of her cross before softly starting to hum another of her and Lestat's songs, "Bloody Dove." He slumped down onto the couch, now certain that she wasn't going to jump him watching her curl into a ball, "She'd have liked you."
She closed her eyes as he glanced at her, "Who?"
She smirked softly, "My mother."
