A few night later found Selene looking at felt color swatches, Serenity asleep in her bassinet right by her mother's desk when Mana wandered in quietly, sitting in the chair in front of the desk. "What are you doing?" she asked with dark circles under her eyes and she was paler than usual, the start of this pregnancy seemed to be taking more out of her than the others, even her mortal one.
"Doing something to piss Angel off of course," Selene replied, looking at her mother frowning. "You look like shit. Really Momma, you look like something the werewolf drug in, chewed on then spit up."
The teen stifled a yawn with her hand and rolled her eyes at the woman, "Well thank you captain obvious."
"Well go lay down and sleep or go kill something or something," Selene ordered.
Mana sighed some, pushing up from her seat slowly, "Yeah, okay, I guess," she frowned lightly before wandering off to her apartment and crawling into the bed, pulling the covers over her head and drifting to sleep, glad Spike had the baby today.
Her daughter too sighed and leaned her chair back until it almost tipped backwards, putting her hands behind her head, whimpering a bit herself before sighing & looking over into the bassinet, smiling softly.
Spike babbled nonsense at his son on his way to Angel's office from which his grandsire was coming out of. Angel stopped as he looked at father and son, "You know," he smirked, "Your son is going to be retarded if just keep talking like that to him."
"Keep it up mate and I won't tell you what I heard over the wire," Spike glared.
"You will and you know it," Angel replied.
"Three vampires were found dead last night, gutted like bloody trout," Spike whispered, rather pale.
"Good god man," Angel swallowed hard and stared at the blond, "Are you serious?"
The Brit nodded solemnly, "Seems we might have a bit of a problem."
"So it would sound," the brunette replied. "What's it sound like do you think?"
"Could be anything Mate," Spike contemplated, "Pissed werewolf, hormonal demon, but sounds more like the work of a slayer."
"You really think it could be a slayer?" Angel asked as he led him into the office not wanting to alert anyone.
The blond nodded, "It makes the most sense," he laid William in Serenity's spare bassinet before sitting.
His grandsire sat behind his desk and sighed, "We need to figure this out and fast."
"Well its pretty damn clear that we four can't go out and search ourselves, we'd have a giant bloody bull's-eye on our backs Mate."
Angel muttered softly under his breath, his words certainly not suitable for the baby's ears, "Wes, Gunn and Fred then?"
Spike nodded.
"Alright," Angel sighed, "But we'll have to make sure they are properly armed."
The Brit nodded again, "And you're gonna have to put her on slurry even if she fights it."
"I guess you're right. She won't like this," the CEO groaned.
"And she'd like being dead better?" Spike asked sarcastically.
"She just might," Angel sighed, "She hates the stuff."
"She's nuts too," Spike shrugged.
"Hey!" Angel snapped, "I don't insult your wife man!"
At the outburst, the blond muttered under his breath, "Puppet boy."
"Dude don't make me kick your ass again!" The brunette threatened.
"I dunno," Spike grinned, "Selene seemed to like you as a puppet stuck her hand up your ass didn't she."
His grandsire growled low, "Take your son and go back to your nympho before you find her in bed with someone else because you can't do your job as a husband!"
At this the younger male snarled throwing Angel's cup of blood in his face before taking the boy and leaving muttering, "And that William is a grade A number one vampiric asshole."