Silently Selene stayed huddled up in her office under the desk which was covered with various papers, curled up in a ball, "That prick read my diary too."
Angel moved quietly into the office, inhaling deeply before strolling over to the desk and peering under it, "I did not," he said with a small smile to the older vampire.
Slowly Selene lifted her head smiling a little, her cheeks still stained from her tears, "Not you Ang," she said sadly.
Gently Angel reached down to brush the tears from her cheeks, "What's going on lover?"
"H-he was wearing the same scent he sprayed in our room...and he read my journal to find out my mothers name." she stammered, shaking softly.
At this Angel snorted and stroked back the older woman's dark locks, "Sometimes I doubt Spike can read let alone find your hiding spot, perhaps it's all a coincidence?"
"Maybe," Selene admitted reluctantly, "But he did make me sick!"
"Again, I doubt it," Angel said coming to his grand fledgling's defense, knowing the blond adored her.
"He had to have Ang. I was fine before, now I can't even feed. It's been two nights of keeping absolutely nothing down at all, it all comes right back as blood red bile!" she shrieked at him, her eyes wild.
He lightly touched her cheek, "I'm sure it's nothing, maybe nerves? You'll be fine" he said petting her hair back gently.
"I don't have nerves, I'm dead remember," she remarked with a tiny smirk, leaning into the stroking.
He offered her a smile and a hand to help him out from under the desk, "I'm sure Spike isn't plotting anything against you."
Slowly she took the offered hand snuggling against him, "And I'm sure he is and I'll stab him every night till he confesses his sins." She declared smirking colder.
He sighed and pressed her to his chest, "Well you'll have to do it at his place, he's been spending his nights homebound."
She sighed softly, snuggling closer breathing in his sweet scent, "Why bother? I got him good enough tonight it'll take days to heal." She giggled closing her eyes almost asleep in his arms.
"Why don't you go lay down love?" Angel said softly, pressing a kiss to her head, "You look drained."
"But then who will do my 'paperwork'?" Selene laughed a little, more often than not her 'paperwork' was nothing more than attempts to write new music.
"It will be here when you return" he said softly, brushing another kiss against her lips softly.
Softly Selene smiled, returning the kiss faintly, all the while trying not to pass on the taste of bloody bile to him, "Merci mon amour."
Once Selene settled into bed she began trying to sleep, but instead she was plagued by vivid nightmares of the fire in the desert that left her alone and vulnerable, hearing her mothers scream over and over again.