They were in the alley, the dead body of the women they killed on the ground, buried amongst the garbage. Gabrielle stared expectantly at Christian, who was staring at the body on the ground. Gabrielle stepped forward and roughly pushed him back into the wall with a thud. Her mouth covered his in an instant, her hands sliding under his shirt. It took him a moment to react, but then he grabbed her waist and pulled her around to lean against the wall, angling his head to press his mouth harder against hers. Breaking away hesitantly, Christian drew back to look at her. Gabrielle's eyes were closed, and her head was titled back, recovering from his kiss. Christian loved her like this, the purely sensual being of his night, some 20 years ago. But he hadn’t thought of her like this for a long time. Growing impatient, Gabrielle snapped open her eyes and stared at him.

"You just gonna stand there?" He smirked, and drew her closer.

"Hell no. I'm going to fuck you I this alley until I have to carry you out. Then I'm going to take you home and fuck you some more." Gabrielle glanced around at the now dawn lit sky.

"Umm, mind if we skip to the last two parts? As much as I look forward to being fucked in an alley, I don't want to be burned alive at the same time." Leaning forward and stealing one last searing kiss, Christian put his arm around her shoulders and the walked quickly out of the alley, more than eager to get home.

The motorcycle ride home took Gabrielle back. Her and Christian had done it so many times, and now they were again. Gabrielle's arms wrapped tightly around Christian's waist, driving dangerously fast without helmets. The wind whipped his hair behind him, sending it cascading into Gabrielle's face in a rush of gold. Christian too missed their travels every morning back home after a night of philosophising and feeding. Now it was going to lead to what he wanted for years, what he dreamed of most. Being with Gabrielle.

Reaching the house, he pulled Gabrielle off the bike and bent his head, kissing her softly once more before leading her inside. Once there, jackets were thrown hastily on the floor, and after a quick survey of the living room and finding it empty, they tumbled down on the couch, Christian laying over Gabrielle. He started down at her face, and the play of the shadows from the dimly lit room. She didn't look like the pale fragile young girl who had left, she was changed, but he didn’t know how. His thoughts drifted from the past to the present as Gabrielle pulled his head down, kissing him eagerly, begging him for more. This time, he didn't hold back.