"Oh god…you're alive?" He gasped out in quiet awe. "You're alive…" Christian reiterated out louder. The young man, now thoroughly confused still felt the twinge of recognition he had felt when Christian entered the bar. Now overjoyed, Christian spoke again. "I've got to get you home…Gabrielle is gonna…You've got to see her…" Christian started towards the door and he followed, a familiar name ringing in his ears.

"Gabrielle…" He whispered with a delicious southern drawn, and knowledge of her dawned upon him, as well as his purpose.

Gabrielle stood in front of the sink in the kitchen, wearing a long black T-shirt of Edge's, getting a glass of water. She smiled to herself as she heard his footsteps in the kitchen and felt his arms wrap around her waist.

"Thirsty?" He asked, brushing the hair that fell on her neck aside.

"After that, yes." She said jokingly, leaving back. His soft breath grazed across her smooth, exposed neck and caused shivers. Edge chuckled deeply.

"Me too…but for something else…" He pressed his lips lightly against her throat and was gratified to feel her hand at the back of his head, bringing him closer. Smiling against her skin he quickly slid his sharpened teeth into the soft flesh of her neck, and licked at the few drops of blood that appeared first. Hearing a quiet moan escape Gabrielle's lips, he began to suck tenderly on the small wound. As he pulled back and dragged his tongue back over her skin, she turned around to face him and again pulled his head closer, licking the few flecks of her blood off his lips. Kissing him almost violently, Gabrielle pressed her body hard against his, once again filled with desire. Pushing her back against the counter, Edge started to pull her shirt up while she undid his jeans, but the door being flung open distracted both. Stepping back quickly, he ran a hand through his hair, rebuttoning his pants as Christian walked in the house, but with someone by his side. Gabrielle had turned around, straightening her shirt and retrieving her glass of water, but turned back around as Edge stared in amazement at the young man beside Christian. His shock was the only thing that prevented him from crying out, but almost instinctively, he turned to see Gabrielle's reaction. She took a step close to Christian and the one by his side, her eyes narrowing his disbelief as the glass of water dropped from her hand and shattered on the floor, breaking the awkward silence. Lightly touching his face with her hands, she whispered his name with a shaky voice.

"Jeff?" She quickly pulled her hands back, clasping one over her mouth and backing into the kitchen, her eyes wide as she bumped into the bench seat, then sat down. Without warning, tears started to fall over her cheeks and over her hand. "No…" She whispered almost inaudibly, "You're not him…I killed you." Christian rushed to her side.

"Gabrielle, he is Jeff…he has to be." She shook her head rapidly, and looked up to see the man who strongly resembled Jeff standing over her. Wiping her tear-streaked face with the back of her hands, she stood up and addressed him.

"Who are you?" Shaking his head, he finally spoke to her.

"I - I don't remember, I just - "

"See?" Gabrielle said angrily to Christian. "Its not him. It's im-"

'But I remember you." He drawled quietly, silencing her.

"What?"

"I remember you, your name, your face…everything." Staring up at him for a second more, she pushed past and ran upstairs, the sound of her door slamming ringing through the house.