"Yea that's right, red and white, deep red and the best blood wine you can find, perfect. And put a rush on it," Spike said into his phone, giving the person on the other end Angel's credit card number.
On the other side of the room sat Mana and William, they were both still considered too risky to be released, but Fred and the others visited at least once a day, with the heartbreaking exception of Selene.
Upon being wheeled off the elevator and into her apartment, Selene stirred some at the sound of mice in cages, song birds in cages and tons and tons of red and white roses. "W-where in the nine hells did all this..." she trailed off covering her mouth, crimson tears in her eyes.
Slowly Lorne moved up behind her and glanced over her shoulder, "I'd say you either have a secret admirer or someone is very thankful for something."
The former rock star smiled some, "Maybe both." She said as she kissed each rodent's head softly and snuggled with them in bed hearing her door open, seeing her Irish rouge standing there, "It's all beautiful Ang!"
Angel walked in slowly, blinking as he took in the sight around him. "It's...lovely. Does decorating your room like this mean you've decided to stay then?"
"I thought you did it. It was like this when I came home." She said softly.
"It wasn't me." He said calmly.
"Well it wasn't me either," Selene countered with a confused look, "I didn't do it, you had to."
"Wasn't me lover," he shook his head softly.
"M-maybe everyone pitched in?" she suggested.
"Maybe. I mean it's possible." Angel said thoughtfully, carefully sitting by her as she snuggled into her pillows.
"It'd be nice to know who to send thank you notes to," Selene stated, ever the aristocrat.
"I'm sure it would be," he smiled down at her, "Shall I ask around all sneaky and sleuth like?"
At this Selene began to giggle insanely, "Can you actually be sneaky and sleuth like?"
"Hey!" Angel said, pretending to be hurt, "I did run Angel Investigative Services before all this you know."
The ancient smiled softly, "I know mon amour, I know." She said as she sat up some, kissing him deeply and gently.
Back inside the hospital, Spike sat at the foot of his wife's bed with a cell phone. "Yes this is Mr. O'Neil. I'd like to order two giant, flat screen, plasma TVs," he said with shifty blue eyes causing Mana to stifle a giggle, bouncing the tiny boy in her arms gently.
"Yes, yes." he finished up. "Well can't think of anything else useful to get her. Best to ditch the evidence."
Again the teen giggled and she shook her head at him. "You are so bad!"
Several hours later Selene began to stir, hearing people coming into her room while she was still asleep, "what the fucking hell," she muttered sleepily, before licking her jaws watching the movers bring the TV in, looking more like one of her clients looking a t-bone than a well respected, supernatural lawyer. While the movers were distracted she began to tiptoe her way into the hall and from there sneak into the midnight streets killing every hooker and pimp she can get her greedy claws on, returning near dawn with several fur coats handing them out to any of her friends she happened upon on her way back to her room, snuggling into a white mink.
It was several days before mother and child were permitted to go home. Mana half expecting to find Selene gone or their own stuff out on the streets and was mildly surprised when the latter had proven not to be true. Once inside they rode the elevator in silence, Spike insisting on holding the child claiming her still too weak and fragile. She sighed as she stepped out onto the floor, her eyes scanning for long black locks, which were found sitting in the hall, playing with a giant white rat.
"Do you want some cheese Lestat?" Selene asked the rodent as she pet his head softly before her own head snapped up at the sound of the pair exiting the elevator, pointing a finger at them, namely Spike. "You're gonna be in trouble Railroad boy!"
At this her mother cocked a brow some as she wandered over and sat next to her on the ground. "And you're in trouble for not visiting me." Her lower lip pouted out, wavering some as she tried not to cry.
"I was to busy dieing to visit," Selene replied, her voice cold and hurt, "Besides you didn't even know I had left Rome."
"Well I'm sorry if you didn't bother to even try and keep in touch!" Mana growled, "You fucking blocked me!" She stood up, with some effort but she stood up none the less. "I bloody well tried!" She hissed, snatching her son from Spike's arms and stormed off down the hallway, fuming.
Tears began flowing down the over grown child's cheeks, "Not hard enough..." she muttered, lowering her head before she struggled to her own feet, stumbling and falling back down just to sit there on the floor like a child pulling her knees up whimpering, "Move."
Mana froze halfway down the hall, spun on her heel and glared at the girl. "Yeah that's right. Me. It was me. Thank fucking you. Bitch." She snorted some and turned her glare on Spike. "Are you coming?" She hissed before turning and walking off again.
At this Selene began whimpering and cry even harder, "M-my own mommy doesn't even care I saved her life, s-shoulda just gave her all of it and died!"
Spike seemed to be torn between following his wife and comforting his sister, but he knelt down and hugged the ancient gently. "Don't worry Kitten, it's the hormones talkin', and she hasn't eaten yet. She doesn't mean it. Any of it, she was just really upset when you wouldn't come see her. She thinks you don't want her anymore." He sighed and stood, jogging down the hallway after his family.
Sniffling softly Selene slipped to the exit, making her way to the roof, and carefully perching herself on the very edge of it, raising her arms and slowly started drifting upwards only to come crashing down hard on the roof biting her lip.
Across Spike and Mana's bed were two matching fur coats, and even a little baby fur coat.
"Nice coats. Where'd they come from? Angel'd kill me if I bought something like that on his dime." Spike snickered a little.
"Hmm?" the teen glanced towards the bed and shrugged. "Who cares, and you mean he won't kill you for the other crap you spent on his dime?" She eased herself into an armchair in the far corner of the room, baring her breast and holding the child so he could latch on, while he lifted them up gently.
"Heh there's one for each of us: silver, red and brown." he noted.
At this she smirked, looking down at the baby as he fed but talking to her lover. "You'd look like a bad pimp in one of those," she giggled.
"I like them!" He protested, sticking out his tongue and putting on the red one.