Several hours later, Mana pulled away from him, crawling across the bed and slipping into the bathroom, hiding the tears that had welled in her eyes as she did so. The shower could be heard from within and this brought a frown to the blond's face as he moved across the room, opening the door, "Mana?"
The teen stood naked under the hot stream of water with her eyes closed, tears mixing with the water. "What?" she tried to make her voice sound casual as he slipped into the shower with her, gently pulling her to him. She sniffed softly and leaned back against his chest lightly. "What's come over you lately?" her head hung some, wet hair plastered to her skin, "You used to be gentle, now its like you want to hurt me."
"You know I'd never hurt you on purpose love, you're precious. Now the whore, yea I tried to kill her once," he cuddled her close. "I just cant seem to control myself sometimes," Spike whispered kissing the top of her head reaching down to rub her tummy.
Mana placed her hand against his over her middle and slowly slid it down, inviting him to touch her, "I don't mind giving myself to you, I don't. But we have to think about harming the baby too."
Smiling a little, the blond softly slid his fingers into the depths as he nodded, the smell of the water over powering the usual scent, "I still want to take you right up till she's squeezing out."
Her head rested against his shoulder as she moaned softly, "I know baby, but we'll have to be gentler I don't want to hurt her."
Nodding, he softly stroked her inner walls murmuring and kissing her neck, "You ever done it when you were delivering?"
"Er no," she turned to kiss him. "Seems a little counter productive to be pushing and have someone pushing it back in no?"
Gently Spike laughed, kissing her deeply, "Well I wouldn't be in when she was coming out love."
"Well I would hope not she might lose an eye," Mana smirked, nipping at him.
"I can assure you she'd be perfectly safe the entire time," the blond smirked back, pulling the curtain shut.
Meanwhile, on the roof, Selene sat staring down towards the street as Angel came up quietly behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders, "Hey."
Slowly she looked up some, her skin ghost pale, "Hey."
Worried by her appearance, the Irish male rubbed softly, "Have you been eating?"
"A little," she nodded with a weak smile.
"You need to keep your strength up lover," he softly pressed his lips to her head.
"I'm trying as hard as I can Angel," Selene whimpered softly.
"I know but you have need for more food now," Angel stated in a calm, gentle voice. "Maybe I should get the team to bring you back something fresh tonight?"
At this the older vampiress's eyes seemed to light up at the thought, "Please?"
He nodded some, "Okay."
Smiling softly, Selene hugged him softly, "Merci amour."
Lovingly the ensouled male hugged her back, "You're welcome."
Gently she purred, snuggling against him, "What do we do about the slayer?"
Angel sighed some and shook his head, "I truly don't know."
"There's no way all of us could get out of L.A. safely together," Selene rationalized.
"No they'd expect any escape attempt," he agreed quietly.
"But we can't stay here," she sighed. "There's no way they wouldn't hear about us."
"I don't know what to do Selene. They have all the exits of the city covered," Angel ran his fingers through his dark hair.
"There has to be a way, even if we smuggle the others out one by one," Selene stated firmly in that maddeningly rational tone of hers.
"How?" he questioned, "They even have the sewers covered."
"The mortals can escape conventionally, planes, cars," his ancient lover argued weakly, "I'm sure they'd let demons pass too if they just want us."
"But it's the vampires at risk," Angel reminded her.
"They'll kill the others just for harboring us," Selene muttered sadly.
"Maybe," he sighed.
"If we can get the others out first..." she started. "Then I can use my money, private helicopters, to get you, Serenity, Momma and Spike out."
"We won't leave you behind!" Angel snapped suddenly realizing the implication.
"You will if I say to," Selene said firmly. "I'm old enough to survive."
"You should know by now that none of us would leave you," he said softer.
"I'd be right behind you!" She argued back.
"Why not **with** us?" The younger male pleaded.
"Because I can fly behind you. Distract them if I have to," Selene stroked his hand gently.
"And if they get you?" Angel pleaded again, terrified of loosing her.
"I'm to strong to be taken down easily, I might get burned but I can escape," she smirked rather cockily.
"And I don't like it," he growled stamping his foot.
"And I don't like them being here!" Selene hissed, near tantrum mode.
"They won't agree to it," Angel smirked suddenly.
"Momma and Spike or everyone else?" She cocked her head.
"All of them. None of us will risk you for ourselves," he stroked her cheek softly before she jerked back.
"Stop being a noble bastard, you'll all do as I say. Last time I checked I'm still the oldest thing in this building," Selene boasted, throwing her age into the fight.
"Not really Illyria's well into her thousands. Besides age doesn't make you boss," Angel smirked deciding if she'd play the age card, he'd play the rank card.
"This coming from my underage lover?" She laughed bitterly. "Please, I want you all safe."
"And we want you safe," he said softly.
"We can all be safe if we get out of this damn city!" Selene yelled.
"Selene, it's the slayer's kid," Angel sighed sadly.
"So it's just one mortal," she frowned softly.
"We don't yet know if they are working alone or not," the CEO reminded her gently.
"Then I'll find out," the ancient French female growled, baring her fangs dangerously.
"You are not leaving the building Selene. If not for me then for our daughter," by now he was getting desperate to divert her from her suicidal plans.
"I'm not standing by letting this bitch come after you!" She shrieked.
"You'll do as your told for once! It's important!" Angel snapped loudly at her causing his ancient love to step back, unused to this dominating behavior, giving a small nod, muttering a quiet, "Yes sir."