When Spike returned to his apartment just before dawn he found it to be damn near spotless, Mana was wearing one of his shirts and nothing else as she knelt on the floor and scrubbed at it with a scrub brush, the bucket of soapy water steaming beside her. It took all self control in his body to not jump her on the spot as one perfectly rounded cheek peeked out from under the hem of his shirt.

Glancing over her shoulder she gasped some as she dropped her scrub brush and bounced to her feet, tugging at the bottom of the shirt, "Oh... I'm sorry I didn't hear you come in...I-I hope you don't mind," she smiled shyly and moved closer to him, lightly brushing her lips over his cheek.

He smirked some and let his fingers of one hand drift up and tangle in her raven curls as the other settled firmly on her behind.

"Why would I mind love?" He pulled her head back some and covered her mouth with his for a long moment before sighing softly, "Gotta go into the office... wanna come with?" He smiled, but shrugged some as she shook her head and was off, in a company car with the glorious fancy windows that allowed him to not burn alive.

Weeks later in her office Selene sat drumming her fingers in her office, plotting and planning, and staring disdainfully at the white cup in front of her stained red. Before she could even take a sip a knock came to her office door, Selene growled some, and without waiting for an answer Spike pushed the door open and strolled into the office, a grin on his face, he could still smell her on his skin. Her essence like a soothing presence around him during the times he had to part with her. He'd even started writing again thanks to her.

Slowly she picked up her glass, notably ignoring the male for a moment, making a face as she took a swift sip and swished it around her mouth before spitting the blood into her potted plant, anything to clean the taste of bile from her mouth.

The office itself was rather nicely done, two of the walls were painted a stark white, the other two blood red, and all the furniture was either cherry, mahogany or redwood, even her chair was white leather.

Her eyes transfixed on her "brother" with a murderous glare before she moved slowly to him like a big cat, her hand behind her back before shoving him to the now closed door slamming a sharp thick stick into his shoulder hard enough to go through, "What Did You Do To Me You Son Of A Bitch."

Spike watched her casually, but cried out as he toppled from his chair as he was struck, "What the sodding hell was that for you git?!" he cried out putting a hand to his shoulder as he pushed himself to his feet, "Have you lost your bloody mind?"

Selene's eyes narrowed dangerously, her voice dripping with venom, "You sprayed that scent in my room! You wearing it now! You did something to make it so I cant even fucking feed! Tell me what it was or so help me God I'll roast your no good English ass!" Selene screamed at the top of her lungs her gold eyes full of furry and darkening by the second.

Quickly Spike turned on her and ripped the stick from her hands, flinging it across the room, "You sodding prat! What the hell are you on about? I haven't sprayed anything!"

"You wearing the fucking smell!" Selene shrieked, leaping at him her fangs bared, all of her feral beauty raging as she knocked him through the shut door strangling him, "Tell me where you got it! Tell me now!" she roared, smashing his skull over and over into the floor.

Despite the repeated banging of his skull on the floor Spike was aware of the people watching the spectacle and with every ounce of strength he possessed he rolled, forcing her to the ground under him where he pinned her. "You've lost your friggin' mind woman! I'm not wearing anything. If anything I smell like my lover!" He hissed down at the older vampire. At this angle he could see the rolling red tears, looking much like she did the first night he found her, utterly lost and alone.

"Y-you smell like her...no one ever smelled like Momma but her.…" Selene whimpered, slowly jerking free to wrap her arms around him whimpering.

Spike blinked a few times but slowly put his arms around her and held her to his chest. "...Well I've never met anyone who's smelled like my Mana either…" he said as he pulled her tight to him and shushed her soothingly.

"W-what did you say?" she asked in disbelief, raising her head to gaze on him with those unnatural gold eyes.

"I said hush it'll be alright?" He arched a brow slightly and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Slowly she nodded simply figuring she heard wrong and just allowed herself to sit in his lap and be comforted, muttering, "You still did something to make me sick."

"I haven't done anything! Why do you keep saying that?" he sighed heavily. "Why would I want to hurt you or make you sick? ya fool. I'm sorry if her scent reminds you of someone... but she's alone in this world except for me."

"Because you don't like my eating habits? Because I'm still feral? Because your jealous I get laid more? Because it was a prank gone bad?" she questioned glancing up at the blond, "I dunno but you had to have made me sick...I can't keep anything down." she sighed snuggling closer.

He laughed softly, "None of those make sense you git, I have no reason to harm you like that but if you're done slobbering all over me I promised Mana to bring her some lunch."

"Sure run off with your bed toy and leave me to die," she laughed a little lightly licking at the wound she'd inflicted.

"Oh you aren't going to die you drama queen," he laughed. "The poof is hardly twenty feet away, and she isn't a bed toy. It's more than that. My Mana, she loves me, I know she does." he said softly.

"I doubt it Spikey Bear," she said still licking the wound. "Women are like leeches, use a man then leave them."

"Oh? Should I warn Angel about just that then?" he asked, grinning playfully.

"I'm not a woman you fool," she smirked, Slipping the tip of her tongue into the stake hole.

"Oh? Well what are you then?" he asked drawing back and slightly swatting her, "Don't do that... it's weird feeling."

"I'm a girl, and it tastes good....strong blood." she sighed gently.

"You look like a woman to me," he laughed some. "And it's MY blood, back off you cannibal!"

Gently she smirked, "I'm still a girl inside and it tastes good so stop fighting me, the last one who did got killed..." Instantly she covered her mouth and ran from him, leaving Spike to blink a few times and frown, shrugging it off, he was used to her being weird.