The knock at the door came at a very silent part of the Lost Boys, causing both Gabrielle and Heather to jump. Gabrielle groaned, knowing it could only be him at the door, and he wasn't very welcome at the moment. Heather sighed and rose to answer it, knowing if she didn’t, Gabrielle wouldn't even acknowledge it.

"If its him you are talking," she told Gabrielle sternly as she turned the doorknob. It was of course Edge, looking quite serious.

"Hi," he said slowly, staring intensely into Heather's eyes. "Is Gabrielle home?" Entranced by his eyes for a moment, Heather finally answered.

"Yes she's - Do you want to come in?" She stood aside and Edge's eyes moved from her to Gabrielle, who watched the movie with vapid interest. He smiled briefly and almost coldly at Heather before entering the apartment and slowly walking towards Gabrielle. Heather closed the door, deciding her presence was probably not wanted.

"Gabby, I'm just gonna be in my room in case you need anything, alright?"

"Yeah…okay." Gabrielle answered quietly, nervously looking down at her fidgeting hands as Heather's door shut. Edge approached cautiously, stopping when he stood beside the couch.

"Can I…sit here?" He leaned down, patting the empty cushion beside her.

"Guess so." She was still quiet, almost inaudibly so. They were both silent for a long stretch of time until she finally clicked off the television and turned to face him. "What the hell is going on here?" He looked down in concentration before answering.

"About last night…. Look, I'm sorry. I got possessive and I had no reason. I just never liked anyone this much before and clichéd as it sounds, that night without you was hell…and - "

"No, Edge, all of this. You come out of nowhere and sweep me off my feet for lack of a better term and now I…" She trailed off with a sigh.

"You what?" He asked gently, looking deeply into her eyes and she looked away.

"I really really like you. In an a lot sort of way." He smiled for a second at her words, and put his hand just above her knee.

"What's wrong with that?"

"For starters, I don't understand why in the hell you like me. I'm fucked. I'm 17, I've been kicked outta my house more times than I'd care to imagine, I've barely had a boyfriend who didn’t kick the shit outta me and that’s not the half of it…"

"But those are things you'll tell me eventually, won't you? I mean, when its time." She looked up at him questioningly.

"What do you mean, when its time?" She asked slowly. Edge opened his mouth to say the first response that entered his brain, but instead said something that made more sense, to her at least.

"I just meant after we've been together for a while. As a couple, you know?" She nodded in understanding she didn’t know she had, and in a single second, she forgot anything she was going to question him about.

"Just don't do that again." Gabrielle told him quietly, looking up finally. "It scared me."

"I'm sorry." He reached out a hand and lightly touched her cheek, pulling her face closer at the same time. "I'm so sorry.." He whispered again, with all the sincerity he could muster up, before covering her lips with his eagerly. Gabrielle closed her eyes and allowed herself to be drawn into his arms and his kiss, returning it softy before he slowly pulled away. "Are you okay?" He asked with concern as she smiled and nodded.

"I think I'm fine. Are we - we're okay?"

"As long as you are. So we're… together?" Gabrielle shrugged, trying not to smile.

"I guess." She returned simply, leaning back on the couch. He smiled sweetly, leaning back and resting his arm around her shoulder.

"We should celebrate." A wicked grin grew on his face at the thoughts afloat in his mind.

"I agree." Picking up the remote, she continued. "We can finish watching the Lost Boys with Heather." She clicked on the television, followed by the VCR. The snarling face of a bleach blonde Kiefer Sutherland flickered on the screen.

"That’s not what I meant…" Resting her head on his shoulder, she let out a content sigh.

"Well, you technically interrupted our little vampire film festival. So you get to watch this now."

"As long as its with you." He noted smoothly, pulling her closer, and smiling at his work as Gabrielle called Heather out to finish watching the movie. Gabrielle found herself happy again, and no longer as lonely as she had been without him. Edge couldn't help but grin with satisfaction as Heather appeared in her doorway. Everything was working out, as long as outside influences remained just that.

"He's still here?" Heather asked coldly. He shrugged with a small smile still left on his face.

"It appears so." He responded as she sat down in the chair beside them.

"So then, what of you two? There's something going on now, right?"

"There is?" Gabrielle inquired doltishly, then realised she hadn't told her friend of the obvious good news. "Oh, that. Yeah, all is well." Heather raised her eyebrows in question.

"You sure?"

"We have officially made the leap into couple-dom." Edge answered for Gabrielle, causing Heather to nod in scepticism.

"Really, Heather. Everything is fine, we're a couple and all that gushy stuff."

"Even though you've only known each other for barely three days?" Gabrielle rolled her eyes.

"Don't steal my thunder. Couple, yay, best friend happy for best friend?"

"I'm happy. There's lots of happy. Listen to the intonation in my voice. I'm very happy. Heaps of happy."

"Okay, little miss overkill. I get it. Geez." The two girls continued to chat away while Edge loosely paid attention, smiling or laughing slightly whenever it was needed. Gabrielle had been much easier to influence than he had originally thought, which made the entire process much quicker and easier. After playing around idly with various evil thoughts and plans in his mind, he re-entered the conversation only to find that a celebratory dinner at the cheapest place in town had been planned for the evening.

On the other side of town, every thought that occurred in Edge's mind was picked up by his brother of blood, Christian, who lay in bend, silently thinking about getting a new bed, one that wasn't just a mattress tossed on the floor with a heavy wool blanket hastily thrown over. He reminded himself that they didn’t quite have time to worry about furniture with the way they quickly skipped from town to town like an undetectable hurricanical force. And they'd do it again and again until Edge got what, or who rather, he wanted.

The usual Monday noon saw everyone congregated at the usual spot on the crest of the hill, save for Gabrielle. An overly sorrowful Mary, who then banded together with Noel, a search party of sorts, noticed the absence first.

"She wasn't at the show last night." Noel noted with a subtle twinge of curiosity. "Did you see her at all on the weekend?"

"Yeah…"Mary hesitated, "Once of Friday…but she was with…" She stopped short as they entered the noisy cafetorium, seeing Gabrielle tucked away in a corner, face to face, on ugly orange chairs, with the same tall blonde she'd been with on Friday. "...him." Noel whistled under her breath.

"How the hell did she bag him? Does he even go here?" She started fast over towards the couple and Mary reluctantly followed, carefully hidden behind Noel.

"Gabrielle?" Noel called from behind where Gabrielle sat. "You never introduced him to everyone." She slowly turned around in her chair, half facing her interrupter.

"Uh, hi."

"And you didn't make the show last night. You do know it was open mic at the end, right? Something wrong?"

"No, no, I was just…preoccupied."

"Well, I wonder why?" Noel shot back, rolling her eyes.

"Right, introductions. Edge, Noel. Noel, Edge. There."

"Edge?" She wrinkled her nose as if to show distaste towards the name. "You've gotta have a better name."

"No, terribly sorry Noel." Edge replied thickly, glaring with annoyance. "We've met?" He questioned the slight figure standing well behind Noel. Mary stepped a few inches forward, nodding.

"Yeah, on Friday. Look, we're interrupting." She said, turning to Noel. "Why don't we get back to the hill?" She shrugged in response, waved, then turned around, leaving with Mary in tow behind. Gabrielle turned around to face Edge, who watched the girls as they walked out with a disgusted scowl.

"I like Heather better." He declared with a nod.

"No shit, but she doesn't exactly go to high school anymore…" Smiling slyly, she added, "And I really don't think you belong here either."

"I'm a senior." He answered back evenly.

"Who what? Failed three times?" Edge smiled at the bite of her sarcasm, becoming increasingly familiar to him. Gabrielle leaned in closer to whisper. "Why are you here?" He pulled back with a nonchalant shrug.

"Why not? It seems like as good a place as any - "

"Really. You're obviously older than the average discouraged senior…and if I could choose where I want to be in life, trust me, it isn't this hellhole. Anywhere but here." She gestured grandly around the brown-bricked room.

"Well…you're here. That’s reason enough." Edge told her sheepishly, dragging his eyes slowly from the floor to her.

"Uh-huh. You came to this place just to stalk me?"

"If I said yes - " He began, only to be cut off.

"I'd say you were full of shit. C'mon, why - " Her question was cut off with the disposal of their freedom in the form of a gloriously mistimed bell.

"English." He reminded her in a sing-song voice, rising and dragging her with him. At least she couldn’t make a scene while being lectured about the image clusters in Othello.

Someone's portable music playing device was turned up blisteringly loud. Its distorted treble made its way over to Mary, sitting in art class as the teacher gave a boring lecture about how to properly insert trees into horizons with keeping the natural perspective. Half of the class was slumbering peacefully, unnoticed and for the most part, undisturbed, while the rest tended to other work. Mary was almost rabidly turned the pages of the musty smelling book that had been passed down to her from some obscure, now long dead, member of her family. Ever since Friday, her mind had been ore aware of the magic coursing through her veins than ever. And she's sensed something from Edge the second that she'd laid eyes on him. It was subtle, but there was something unseen about him, something deliberately hidden, like a dark cloud around his very being. That night, she'd worked a protective spell, directed the energies towards Gabrielle in some attempt at keeping the negative at bay. From what she had seen at lunch, either it hadn't worked, or maybe, just maybe Edge wasn't evil…but her better sense told her the former was true. Sighing heavily, she found the page in the book she'd been looking for. The one that had detailed descriptions of human cloaked demons.