"What is it?" she asked, calmly. He screamed in rage and punched the wall. She stared at him though the mirror. He sat down, his eyes glared with anger. "Did I do something?"

"No, its not you…. It's not anything…. It's just…." He screamed again. She stood beside him now, and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Is it Gangrel?" he suddenly got up. It was. "What did he do to you?" she asked gently.

"Not to me. To everyone around us. He’s awful. I can't stand him anymore. I have to leave." He looked toward the door, then over at Gabrielle. "But I cant leave you and Christian." He was torn.

"What does Gangrel do that’s so bad?"

"He's not even here and he's doing it to you. NO one else sees through him, but me. I wish, god, I wish you could see what he's like, for real." His strong words were confusing her.

"But I do know him…. He's not…what is he doing right now?" He looked at her, and walked towards her.

"He's controlling your thoughts. He's in your head. You just don’t know it yet. But I broke away from him. I’m no longer ‘his child’ as he used to call me. But you and Christian, you can't see it, you can't feel him inside you. It was like a cancer for me. Every second…he was there. I wish you knew, Gabrielle, I really do." He stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She put her hands on his.

"I understand what you’re saying, but I can’t say I feel it. I guess…."She sighed, "I guess I’m just not strong enough to feel it. Is Gangrel really controlling my thoughts?" Edge’s eyes glared over with hatred. He pulled away from her, and rested his head against the wall, as the door opened. Gangrel entered. Edge sighed, and Gangrel looked past him to Gabrielle.

"Hi Gabrielle." He said flatly, kissing her neck. She pulled away. "What's wrong?" He asked. She looked at Edge, and saw blazing hate in his eyes, as he stared at Gangrel. She turned her back to both of them, forming a plan in her mind. Her thoughts were freed from Gangrel, but she didn’t know how. Suddenly, she felt the same hatred Edge was feeling. She knew what to do. Picking up the stake that Gangrel had pulled out of her days earlier, she hid it in front of her. Gangrel had no idea what was coming, only that he no longer had control over Gabrielle. He grabbed her shoulders, and she spun around, screaming, and plunged the stake into his chest. He was dumbstruck. His eyes widened in surprise, and Edge stared with an open mouth. Gangrel stumbled backwards, trying to form words. Edge leaped up to protect Gabrielle, as she stood, looking in disbelief at what she had done. That’s not going to kill him, only make him mad a voice in her head spoke. It was Edge. He didn’t want to speak out loud. How do I kill him? She spoke back. Drink his blood. You have too. She looked at Edge in surprise. Then looked at Gangrel, who had collapsed on the floor. She had to. There was no other way. Dropping to her knees, she laid across Gangrel's chest. She pushed his hair off his neck, and with one final look at him, plunged her fangs into his neck. He choked, and grabbed her hair. Edge could feel Gangrel trying to get back inside Gabrielle’s head. He could only hope she was strong enough to feel it this time. Gabrielle had almost taken all of her maker's blood, when he accomplished his goal. She snapped her head up, and screamed, realizing what she had done.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god…." She repeated over and over, touching Gangrel's face, weeping.

"What can I do? I need to save you!" she was hysterical. Edge tried to pull her off, but she wouldn’t move. Gangrel looked at her and struggled to talk.

"You have…to feed me all…all of what you took, and the rest of what’s…inside you…." He choked out. Edge yelled for her to stop, as she tore open her wrist with out a thought, and pressed it to Gangrel’s lips. He latched on to her wrist with both his hands, and drank greedily, as Edge watched on, helpless. She was going to die because Gangrel had complete control of her. And Edge could do nothing but watch in horror as his love, his life was taken from him. He was starting to take one last look at her, and walk away, when she screamed, and pulled her wrist away with strength she had never had. I am not going to die was her only thought, repeated over and over, freeing herself from Gangrel’s influence, and his grasp. But she was weak, as he had taken most of her. Gangrel sat up, and seeing Edges menacing glare fixed on him, quickly and without a look back, left the house.

Edge rushed to Gabrielle’s side as she had collapsed on the floor. He gathered her up in his arms. She was cold and pale. There was not much blood left in her, and if she didn’t feed in a second, she would die. Without a word or a thought, Edge tore his neck open, and pressed her lips against the wound.

"Drink it." He stroked her hair as she drank. Halfway though, she pulled away.

"No more. I’ll live." She said weakly. He picked her up, and carried her to the couch. She was still pale. She should have been warm from the blood. He knew what he had given her wasn’t enough. She may not live. She touched his cheek lightly as a tear rolled down.

"I’ll be fine." But he knew it was a lie. If there was some way…Christian walked down the stairs and rushed into the room. He knew something was wrong.

"What happened to her?" he asked, crouching next to the couch. Edge looked darkly at him. Christian knew it was Gangrel. He had felt him leave.

"She's not gonna live. She doesn’t have enough blood. I gave her mine, but not enough. She won't take anymore from me." Edge said, holding her hand against his cheek. Christian looked at them both, and motioned for Edge to move.

"I’ll give her enough to live." Edge moved out of the way. Gabrielle looked up at Christian, and shook her head.

"No…I can't let you do this…" Christian took her hand and smiled.

"You have no choice. If you want to live, you need me." She nodded, and watched as he tore open his wrist with his fangs. He pressed it to her mouth, and she drank, never taking her eyes off Christian. Edge watched, thankful for Christian’s love for Gabrielle. She finished quickly, and Christian sat down in a nearby chair, weak from the loss. Edge moved over beside Gabrielle and took her hand, as she fell asleep, peacefully.