Raking his hair nervously, Jeff stood outside Gabrielle’s door. He was aware of Edge’s eyes on his back, but ignored him. If Edge wasn’t going to say anything, neither was Jeff. Sighing lightly, without knocking he opened the door. Without thinking, he walked over to the bed. He needed to go out and feed. He was beyond hungry and his requirement overrode all slightly rational thoughts. Seeing Gabrielle lying with Christian didn’t mean anything to him. Jeff just stood over the pair, until Christian woke with a start. Blinking sleep away, Christian made out the figure of Jeff looming over them.

"Shit…what do you want?" Christian asked, somewhat annoyed.

"I need to talk to Gabrielle." Jeff said, flatly.

"Well, she’s sleeping." He said, looking down at the figure stirring in his arms. "Or she was." Gabrielle opened her eyes slowly and looked up at Christian, then at Jeff, and back to Christian, gazing questioningly at him.

"Jeff? Christian, what’s Jeff doing in here?" she asked, sleepily. Christian thought for a moment before speaking.

"I think he’s hungry. He wants you to take him out." He remarked as the both sat up. Jeff shifted his weight impatiently, eyes revealing the truth to Christian’s words. Gabrielle looked to Christian and raised her eyebrows. He sighed, realising that he would have to tell Jeff the change in plans.

"Jeff, I’m taking you out. Gabrielle has neither the experience, nor the patience to teach you. Its not fair for her to make up for the faults of….well, of your maker." Jeff blinked, then nodded.

"Yea, that’s alright. I did feel bad after."

"But I’m still coming!" Gabrielle said as enthusiastically as she could. Christian looked at her sternly. "I know, I know, if everything’s okay with Edge." She turned to Jeff again. "Was he in his room?" Jeff shuddered.

"I could fell him staring at me. Burning a hole in me. He scares me." At this, Gabrielle and Christian exchanged amused glances.

"HE does that to people." Christian remarked, still looking at Gabrielle. Jeff was obviously restless. He couldn’t stand still at all.

"But, uh, when are you going to make sure everything’s okay with edge? I really need to get going…We need to get going."

"Gabrielle, go find Edge and work your magic." She glared at Christian, then left the room. "As soon as I’m ready, we’ll go. If she’s not, then she won’t come. Go downstairs and wait, or something." Jeff left the room as well, leaving Christian alone in Gabrielle’s room, contemplating what he was going to do with two young vampires over the course of what would be a very long night.

Gabrielle stepped out of her room, vaguely hearing the remnants of a conversation behind her, and looked at the doorway. The broken door still hadn’t been moved, or even attempted to be moved. From where she stood, she could see, even in the dark, Edge sitting on the very end of his bed, staring at her. She knew how Jeff felt to have those eyes upon her, tearing through her. Closing her eyes and breathing deeply, she took the first steps over the pieces of the door and into his room. Edge still stared, the outline of his shoulders rising and falling was extraordinarily eerie, and she for a moment, contemplated turning around. Gathering herself again, Gabrielle continued forward. The silence for both of them was deafening. She just stood in front of him, and he kept staring, seemingly unblinking. She opened her mouth to say something, but she faltered. The words were there, they just wouldn’t come. Edge made no attempts at breaking the silence. Unable to speak, she just sat beside him, staring down at her hands. Out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed his head turn. Staring at her again. Still not knowing what to do, but knowing she couldn’t take the miserable silence, she spoke.

"I love you." Gabrielle said, almost inaudible. She looked up, and for the first time noticed that he had been crying. Biting her lip in a useless attempt to hold back her own tears, she heard him sigh, almost with relief.

"Words aren’t enough…" he choked out, remaining still. She cocked her head, and still looked at him. "I can’t even begin to say a single thing I want to. It doesn’t seem enough, its not right. I – I can’t…" he looked intently at her, then away towards the window.

"Edge…you don’t need to. I understand…" Gabrielle said somewhat brokenly.

"No…you can’t."

"But I do, Edge. I know what you feel, that it goes deeper than words, and mortality…"

"That’s not it…no matter how much I think about it, I can’t think of a single thing to say."

"I just want to go on. To forget about the pettiness of the argument, and go on with us. We have to." Edge turned his face to hers and remained stoic.

"But we’ll always have stupid arguments."

"I know. What’s love without hate? We need balance, or it doesn’t work."

"Well I don’t like the hate part. There was already enough hate in me. I don’t need to hate you. I knew I made a mistake right away last night…" before he could go on, Gabrielle stopped him.

"Forget about it. I’m forgetting about it, and so should you. Forget about everything I said, because it was the heat of the moment and I was out for blood."

"Speaking of, I gotta go. You coming?" he said, finally smiling and rising from the bed, taking her hands and pulling her up.

"Well, I was going with Christian and…" she stopped before causing another fight. "but you can come with. I’m sure it won’t be minded."

"Nah, you two gotta have your fun. I’ll go somewhere else. Don’t worry." Without another word, he left. Gabrielle knew in her heart that nothing had been resolved. He was still mad, and she had no idea where to go from here.