"This room used to be Gangrels. His scent is still here." Jeff sighed. "What do you want?"

"Just to talk. We don't have to, but I just thought it would be nice to know some stuff about you."

"Oh. Okay. Well, uh, sit down then." Jeff sat back down on the bed and she sat next to him. He never made eye contact with Gabrielle. "What do you want to know?"

"Well, I guess, how did Gangrel turn you into a vampire? I mean, if you want to tell me." He paused, looking down at the floor, thinking.

"First, can you tell me how Gangrel made you? I just don't know what words to use or how to say what I want to say." She smiled, and nodded.

"Well, I don't really remember much, and all I know is from what Edge has told me." Gabrielle took a deep breath, ready to tell her tale. "I was living at home, going to school, just normal teenage stuff. Edge tells me he had been watching me, everything I did, for a long time, and he knew something was different about me, that I was supposed to be with them. I don't remember ever seeing him, but he came into my room one night, and tried to make me a vampire. He says he drank my blood, and tried to give it back to me, but I refused it. So he brought me here, and Gangrel made me. That’s pretty much all there is to know. That was three nights ago."

"How old were you?" he was still gazing at the floor.

"Sixteen. Edge says he thought I was older though."

"So you didn’t know him before? Did you know any vampires before?"

"Nope. Didn't know Edge, Christian, or Gangrel before. Wasn't even sure what I thought of vampires. I never wrote them off as fiction, and I always held on to some romanticized notion of one sweeping me off my feet in the middle of the night." Jeff laughed softly, and so did she. "It actually happened though. Hope for all morbidly obsessed teenage girls, I suppose." She turned and looked at him. "What about you?"

"I always loved the idea of vampires, and being one, kinda like you, I guess. I was always going to vampire clubs, and such, just hoping to maybe meet someone who was real, you know? I never met anyone for a long time. But then, on the news there were all these reports about people having their blood drained, and for some disgusting reason, that gave me hope. If I just found this vampire, then I could learn about him. Gangrel found me. And my brother. It happened really fast. He just broke into our house, and made me watch when he took my brother." Jeff shook his head. "I've seen Matt die twice now…" Visibly shaken, he ceased talking and they both sat in silence for a very long time. Gabrielle decided to ask something else.

"You said Gangrel had only let you feed once, right? Why didn't he let you?"

"He said if we fed too much, we'd be weakened. I never understood. He fed every night, and the only time he ever let us feed was the first night, on him. Night after night I'd wake up insanely hungry, and he never let me go out."

"How long were you with him for? I only knew him for one night, which explains my detachment." Jeff paused again to think.

"Two weeks, I guess. After a while, days started to mesh into nights and it became hard to tell. But I think It was two weeks."

"And he never taught you to feed at all?" Jeff shook his head. "That's insane. How are you going to survive?" He lowered his head deep in thought once again, and finally made eye contact with Gabrielle.

"Can you teach me?" the shear innocence of his voice at this request startled Gabrielle. She barely had to think about it.

"Of course I will. I'd hate to see anyone die. But its almost daylight, and we can only feed at night. Tomorrow, I'll take you out though, and you'll learn." She laughed under her breath. "Imagine me teaching someone older than myself."

"Thank you." Was all he said, quietly, before she left to go to her own room.