They sat in the least crowded corner of the Café Du Monde, a place Gabrielle had never been to, but read about. It was loud and busy, the crowd never seeming to die down, regardless of time. Her senses has begun to develop. She could spell every single cup of coffee and each person had their own unique scent. But more overwhelming was the scent of blood. It had grown stronger has night fell, and her hunger deepened. But Gabrielle ignored it for the time being, having too much of a wonderful time with Edge and Christian.

They had covered much of the French quarter by sunset, when she dragged them into the café. Christian had muttered something about tourists as he got off his motorcycle. Gabrielle was replaying the days events in her mind, amazed at the clarity of her memory, when she heard a voice.

"Gabrielle? We've been here long enough." Christian said, somewhat impatiently. She sensed his hunger, and finally acknowledged hers. She looked beside her at Christian, then at Edge, and nodded.

"yea, we should be going." She quickly downed the last of her latte and rose, as did the brothers. She walked ahead of them, trying to look for someone to feed on, as Edge had done the night before.

"Leave that to me.." he whispered in her ear, drawing closer. She nodded and stood beside him. Christian nudged Edge with his elbow, and they both followed his gaze. A young boy, no more than 20 was seated across from another young man, slightly older. The youngest one produced a handful of bills, the denomination hidden by the folds. the other one smiled, and rose.

"Drugs…" Christian whispered to Edge, who nodded his head. They slunk into shadows as they were passed by their meals. Waiting briefly until they had gone through the doors, Edge stepped out first followed by Christian, and then Gabrielle. The three moved in perfect synchronicity, a perfect combination. When they were away from the crowds, Edge stealthily snuck up behind the younger, and dragged him quickly into a doorway, waiting for Christian to take the other. Gabrielle watched from the street as this happened, taking in their method. She moved to the doorway and watched as they fed, knowing Christian would share her meal. She watched him as he carefully pushed hair off the neck, and moved the head aside and quickly went for the throat. He drank extremely fast almost hating the pleasure of it. He motioned to Gabrielle, and without hesitation she bent her head to the wound, and drank fast as Christian had. She finished and brought her head up, only to discover that Edge had long ago finished and they both were waiting for her. She stood quietly watching as Edge and Christian dumped the bodies down a manhole.

"You ready to go?" Edge asked, cautiously, knowing how long the after-effects had lasted last time. Gabrielle stepped out of the shadows and stood between the brothers, then walked back towards the bikes, without a word.