Softly Selene whined, Angel sitting beside her, gently stroking her head. "You alright?" he smiled some.
"W-where am I?" she asked tiredly.
"Still in the infirmary, you've had a rough day." he said softly.
"Infirmary?" she groaned.
"Mhmm," he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, "You gave us all quite the scare."
"Why?" she asked, clearly her memory fuzzy.
"There was a series of attacks," Angel attempted to explain the days events.
"Oh," Selene said after listening.
In the next bed over, Trinity tugged at the restraints holding her down whimpering, "I want my momma!"
"Hush child," Torra muttered, she'd much rather have been checking on her friends than having babysitting duty.
"Y-you're protecting a murderer! She killed my mother!"
"And your mother murdered thousands of our kind. What makes her actions so forgivable?" the redhead asked calmly.
"V-vampires deserve death!" the blond snapped.
"Oh so because we are different we don't deserve to live? Most of us don't get a choice to even be vampires. I was six what six year old makes that choice lass?"
"Murdering bastards!" Trinity shrieked.
"Oh do shut up lass," the ancient sighed annoyed.
"You all kill innocent people just to survive!" the psycho raged.
"Do we aye? So the fact that I've taken naught a life in 600 years means naught?" Torra asked raising a brow.
"And those whores taking my fathers from me!" she growled violently.
"Hey! Ye'll no talk about the lassies in such a manner! They dinna ask for ye to come into their hame and stir up trouble," the redhead snarled.
Briefly Selene glanced at the pair, "Stupid slut doesn't even look like Railroad! Angel, can I?" she whined a little.
"No lover, not yet at least," he murmured, petting her hair causing her to smirk darkly.
"I just want my daddy!" the blond wailed.
"Then perhaps you should have asked yer mam which man split her quim when she was ripe," Torra smirked.
"My daddy ran off with that fat whore!" she screamed, causing Selene to hackle, her fangs starting to grow again.
"Lass I suggest ye shut up before ye find yourself on the wrong end of her boot," the Irish woman warned the girl.
"Bring my daddy back!" Trinity sobbed, "I wanna feel him!"
"Shut yer gob ye wretched trollop."
"M-Momma said he'd give me a baby," the blond wailed.
Torra's hand connected sharply with the girl's cheek, "Shut yer mouth ye foul devil. Ye speak o yer faither!"
All this did was make the foolish woman's cries louder, "I want my daddy!"
Suddenly Angel found himself using all his strength to restrain Selene, who was straining in his grip, trying to get over to Trinity, "Let me go Angelus!"
"Daddy it's time!" the girl screamed at the top of her lungs, before looking at Angel, "Will you bring me my daddy?"
Wisely Angel ignored the girl completely. A few moments later, Trinity whimpered, "A-Angel, will you father my child?"
And with those words, Eris broke free of Angel's grasp, flying across the room at the girl, her eyes like those of a wild animal's, her fangs bared.
"Woah! Easy Selene," Angel lunged back to restrain his wife.
"You whore!" Eris snarled kicking against Angel as Knox came over with a sedative, stabbing the needle into her arm.
"Shh," the Irish male murmured into her ear, cradling her against his chest, "Like I'd touch her," he smiled as Selene fell asleep against his chest.