An hour later Serenity began whimpering in her father's arms as he bounced her trying to quiet her. "She's hungry," Mana glanced up at him. "Feed her you fool."
In the elevator, Trinity sat whimpering looking up as Angel and the infant entered, "W-why does this keep happening?"
Angel glanced down at the girl, tightening his grip on the baby, "You again?"
The stranger nodded, covered in cuts and bruises.
"Is there a reason I keep running into you in my building?" he questioned.
"I-I came in for an interview and was attacked," Trinity whispered.
At this the CEO frowned, "Who'd you have an interview with?"
"The lady that was attacked, Miss LeBeau," she said shaking slightly.
"Selene doesn't do interviews," Angel explained.
"She made an exception Sir," Trinity stated firmly.
At this he shook his head, "I doubt it." He was starting to think she was a crack head, prostitute or something along those lines making visits to someone in the firm.
Back in the infirmary, Spike sighed as they wheeled in a human employee, their throat slit. Slowly the blond went pale whispering, "It's not just fangs."
At this his wife frowned some, "Something isn't right, what's going on Spike?"
"The attacker's someone in the firm," he sighed while the staff tended the others, Selene all but forgotten at this point.
As the hours ticked past, more employees were brought in, totally twenty in all not counting Selene and there seemed to be no sign of the attacks letting up. Suddenly there was a commotion at the entrance of the main lobby as two woman argued with the guards. "What do ye mean ye'll no let us in?! Move yer arses and do it noo." The older of the women was tall, hair like fire spilling down her back, the light of the lamps causing it to glitter, her eyes as red as her hair and her skin pale as the wavering moonlight and she was dressed in red and gold and about her neck a gold chain with a ruby that rested in the hollow of her throat, a matching ring on her right hand and as the guard now knew a dagger at her hilt, another ruby set in the hilt, "Ye'll move ye scut or I'll more ye meself."
Swiftly Spike came up to the door, bleeding badly from his shoulder, "What's all the bloody commotion?"
Bright eyes locked on him, frowning some as her gaze noted the blood, "I received a call from a friend requesting my assistance and these arsefaced sodless scuts won't move outta the way."
"Sorry, but with out proper identification we can't let you in. Security reasons," he stated, pressing his hand to his wound.
The stranger inched closer to the man, nostrils flaring slightly at the scent of him with a frown, "You're naught but a pup," she lightly reached out to him, her hand pressing against his bleeding shoulder, she was warm for a vampire, "Ye aught to seek assistance for that laddie."
"Yea," he sighed. "I will as soon as my wife leaves the infirmary, don't need to stress her more over a little scratch."
"Mam," the girl stood back some, she was also pale but her skin held a faint blue undertone, her eyes glistened light ice and her raven hair was dark blue under the right light, "maybe we should go back to the hotel and call your friend aye?"
"Nay lass Mana said it was urgent I'll no just up and leave her when she needs me," the adult glanced at the girl then back at the man, "I think perhaps you should find me a young lass, looks to be about fourteen, black curls all about? She'll tell ye who I am."
"My wife," Spike sighed running his nails through his hair.
"Wife?" the stranger arched a ruddy brow and a smirk, "Ye don't think she's maybe a wee young for ye yet pup?"
"Mam!" her daughter seemed mortified at her bluntness.
"We're only about sixty years apart," he stated firmly. "Look I gotta run this by Angel."
"Oh aye? And I suppose since yer vampires that makes it fine to bugger a lass sixty years your junior hm?" she smirked, teasing him, "Aye lad just make it fast aye? It did sound rather important no?" The gems in her jewels seemed to pulse with a life of their own.
Quickly the blond headed back inside to Angel's office, "There's two psychos outside trying to get in. They claim to know Mana."
All Angel bothered to say was lockdown.
Back outside, Torra tired of waiting and after a few moments the pair strolled into the office behind Spike, "Security's mind really shouldn't be sae easy to manipulate lad, now about your emergency aye? I'd like to speak wi' Mana noo if ye will be so obliged to take me to her."
At this both males growled dangerously as she waved a dismissing hand at the pair, "Oh calm yer selves pups. I've not spent sixteen hours on a plane to be arsed about."
"Until we know who the bloody fuck you are your not getting near our people," Spike hackled furiously.
"Ye'll mind your tongue when around my daughter pup," Torra snapped her fingers in the blond's face, "Aye she may be older than ye both combined but she's a lady still aye." And with that she turned on heel and marched purposely into the lobby, her daughter left to stare at the men quietly.
Instantly Spike glared hotly at the retreating female, wincing from his shoulder wound before glancing at the girl who, in the heat of the room, seemed to emanate a cold mist, "I'm fair sorry about me mam," she sighed, "She's no quite used to people telling her no. I'm Rain Shadowsky and that," she motioned at the back of her mother, "Is me mam, Torra O'Neal."
"And exactly what the bloody hell are you two doing here?" Spike questioned as Angel's hand connected hard with the back of his skull.
"Weel," Rain glanced about slowly. "I'm no quite sure aye? All I remember was mam gettin a call last night and having to hurry to make the plane before sun up aye?" she frowned, "I do hope as Mana is alright though, I recall liking her a fair bit thirty years back, might be as things've change though aye?"
"Mana's fine, thank god," he replied, glancing at Angel and moving out of striking distance in case the older male took this as a slight towards his own wife, who was still in a medically induced coma.
"Aye the lord be thanked then," Rain moved quickly to make the sign of the cross which caused Angel to choke back a sob, causing the girl to frown at him moving towards him, the light playing like the moon over a frozen pont, she touched his arm lightly, leaving a thin layer of frost on her arm, "Are ye ill lad," she glanced back at the blonde. "Perhaps he should be doon in with the infirm aye?"
"He's fine," Spike stated, "just being a whining Irish git."
The tint of Rain's skin turned bluer still as she narrowed her eyes. "Ye'll watch how ye speak o' teh Irish ye limey twat!"
At this the blonds eyes went wide, "What the bloody hell kind of lady are you? You make the stray look more lady like!"
"It's no considered bad manners if it's aimed at the English," she smirked as she tried to sit Angel down. "Ye maybe should have a bite lad."
Angel nodded absentmindedly, his eyes misty as he picked up his empty cup putting it to his lips before frowning hitting his intercom. "Yes Bossy? I mean Boss," Harmony's voice ran over the speaker.
"Slurry," he said flatly.
"Coming right up," the blond replied.
"Slurry? Oh no, yer no one of them pig eaters are ye?" Rain asked, slightly disgusted.
"Red Cross," the CEO replied, "T-there's only," he lowered his head.
"Our only feral's on her deathbed I'm afraid," Spike explained quietly.
"Eh a wee bit better but still," she frowned, dragging a nail neatly across her wrist and draining a good sized tot of blood into his cup before raising it to her mouth and licking it, the wound gone when she removed her mouth. "Afraid it's a touch cold but" she shrugged, "That's what happens when yer Da is an Ice demon aye?" She turned her attention to the Brit, "Death bed? Has she a priest?"
Sadly he shook his head, "Her mother refuses to admit she's not gonna make it."
"Her mo-" Rain's eyes registered great surprise, "Surely ye don't mean Mana?"
Spike nodded.
"Mary mother of God!" She sat down heavily, "Not the puir wee thing that burned away."
"Selene never went into the fire," he said quietly.
"Selene?" the girl rolled the name around on her tongue for a moment trying to recall it. "The precious wee thing that sired her ye mean?"
"From the way I understand it she only killed Mana." Spike explained. "A rock star finished the job."
"That's no how the lass sees it," she shrugged. "Says it was the girl who truly brought her to life, she'd cared naught for who's blood ran through her veins, but the love she had in her heart."
At this the bleach blond smiled before wincing at his wound, causing the half demon to take Angel's mug and pass it to him, "It's a bit strong aye but I'm sure you can handle it."
This brought another small smile to his lips, "Thanks."