A few nights later found Wesley briefing Angel, "Well I have good news and bad news."

"What are they?" Angel looked up from his desk, in no mood to beat around the bush.

"The killer apparently has a pattern," the former watcher said. "Unfortunately they apparently seem more interested in dark haired vampires instead of lighter haired ones and females over males."

The ensouled vampire frowned deeply, having two rather important beings of that description in the building, "Anything else?"

"We believe that it is just one killer and then there's this," the Brit handed him a picture of words scrawled in blood over two dead vamps reading 'I'll have my revenge'.

"Gah!" Angel dropped the picture as if it had hurt him and instinctively rubbed his hands on his chest, "So this is a vendetta job?"

"Apparently," Wes frowned.

"Great," Angel sighed.

"But we don't know for what," Wesley admitted solemnly.

"That could be the most dangerous part," the vampire sighed again, rubbing his temples.

"We'll keep you updated," the Brit offered a small smile.

"Appreciate it," Angel returned the smile, though his was extremely shaky.

Elsewhere, Spike could be spotted sitting on the roof, staring over the city. It was here that Angel joined him a short time later and sat with a sigh. "The girls are defiantly at risk."

"So I heard," the blond sighed. "It's Buffy's kid."

At this Angel frowned deeply, "Buffy didn't have a kid man!"

"I told you before Mate, I saw the kid with my own eyes," Spike growled at him.

"Well it isn't mine I know that. Maybe that Riley dude? Or another slayer's she was raising?" the CEO offered.

"Maybe, just know she had one with her and there was then that dead one," the younger man sighed softly.

At this his grandsire groaned loudly and dropped his head in his hands, "I know why they're here then..."

"Didn't you say Selene confessed to killing one?" Spike muttered as Angel nodded in agreement. "Maybe the rat survived then."

"No," Angel sighed. "If Selene knew there was a kid she would have killed it."

"She's a feral mate," the blond argued. "She's not heartless!"

"But she also calculates risk factors," the Irish elder argued.

"Not always," his companion countered.

"When her family's involved?"

"It wasn't involved and I don't think she'd kill a kid Angel." Spike snapped defending his favorite stray.

"I doubt she knew," Angel sighed.

"You give her to little credit," the Brit said, watching the city. "So, you three are staying here then?"

"Three?" his grandsire repeated.

"They said dark haired vampires mate," Spike said calmly.

"And females but only that they preferred that not that it was strictly that." Angel reminded his younger companion.

"Well I cant bloody well sit around here all night!" the blond sighed.

"Well how did you put it? You could be fucking a hot fourteen year old body?" the older male laughed.

"She's fragile right now," Spike sighed softly.

At this Angel snorted, "If she was so fragile you wouldn't be fucking like savage bunnies all day."

"Well if that damn smell would stop," the blond grumbled.

"Yeah blame the 'smell'," the brunette laughed. "Admit it Spike you are an animal. You can't keep your paws off the poor girl."

"She tied me to a bed last week and raped me for three hours!" Spike snapped, "And besides at least mine isn't the one fucking a wee little puppet man!"

"Hey!" Angel growled and shoved the blond who lost his footing and slipped, barely able to grab the edge. "Clumsy much?" Angel taunted.

"Help me damn it!" Spike yelled his grip weakening.

"Aw the big bad Spike can't pull himself up?" Angel continued taunting the younger man.

Glancing down, Spike spotted an open window and quickly formulated a plan. Suddenly he released the ledge and swung himself into the window, screaming as if he really had fallen to his death. Unfortunately it didn't have the desired effect because at this Angel peered over the edge and shrugged upon seeing a bloodstain but no body below stalking inside with a heartless, "Whatever."