"Which one are you?" he asked, bitterly.

"Jeff. I didn't want to stay, so I left. My brother stayed though."

"So what makes you think you can stay here?" Edge stood up, pushing the chair violently. Jeff lowered his eyes.

"I don't have anywhere else to go.." he said, quietly, with a slight drawl. Edge laughed with spite.

"And you decide to stay here, to disturb the family you already tried to break up? Is that what you intended?" his voice quivered with rage, and he stopped long enough for Jeff to attempt to talk.

"I just need somewhere to - "

"Not here. Listen to me. Leave right now. I don’t want Christian or Gabrielle seeing you. It'll just upset them."

"So I'll just leave and go where?" Jeff almost whispered, staying perfectly still, eyes fixed straight ahead.

"Don't you get it? I don't care about you. I don't care where you decide to go, but I don't want you here." Edge gritted his teeth to keep from screaming.

"I promise I won't - "

"Shut up and get out before I have to remove you with force."

"Well fuck you too. " Jeff said, still quietly, as he rose and walked a few steps, before collapsing in a heap on the floor, just outside the kitchen entrance. Edge wasn't sure what to do. Slowly and cautiously, he walked over to where Jeff had collapsed and noticed a small trail of blood running from his neck.

Edge was suddenly struck by the paleness of Jeff's skin. He hadn’t left Gangrel, he had escaped and barely. Edge could only guess that Gangrel had killed Jeff's brother, and almost killed Jeff.

Debating whether to save him, or let him die, Edge slung Jeff over his shoulder, and walked into the living room, dumping Jeff on the couch. He wasn't getting any of Edge's blood, that was a given. The only thing Edge could think of doing was using whatever was left over in the basement's supply of blood, a supply rarely touched, save for emergencies. This was one.

A few minutes later, with a cup of fairly cold blood, Edge returned to the living room, and stared at Jeff, still passed out near death on the couch. Gently, he sat Jeff up, and tried to feed him. Soon as the blood entered his senses, Jeff awoke and grabbed the cup, greedily drinking it all, then stared hungrily at Edge.

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Awaking from a dreamless sleep, Christian opened his eyes, and tried to figure out why and what had woken him up. Then he caught its scent. Blood. The faintest smell, two scents mingling - no, three. Edge's, and two unknown parties, one faintly having the scent of his maker. Not wanting to wake Gabrielle, he shifted slightly trying to wordlessly call out to his brother. At once, Christian saw the image of one of Gangrel's two feeding on Edge, without Edge's consent. Carefully pushing Gabrielle off his chest, he tried to sneak out of the room, and was almost met with success.

"Edge is in trouble with one of Gangrel's boys, isn't he?" Gabrielle's voice rang out through the silence, and was met with brief silence.

"Yes. I was just going." Gabrielle started to get up. "No, stay here, at least until I know for sure what's going on, okay? Don't leave this room." He said, somewhat sternly, making sure she didn't move. He did know that once he left the room, she would peek over the banister in the hall. As long as she was safe that was important, he told himself, running down the stairs and into the living room. He saw Jeff's eyes, almost pure white, staring straight at him, teeth sunk into Edge's neck. Christian hesitated a moment, before moving forward to break Jeff's embrace on Edge. Christian grabbed hold of Jeff and threw him aside, at the same time sending Edge crashing to the table, collapsing it, and Jeff flying to the couch. Jeff righted himself and bared his fangs towards Christian, who did the same for a moment before bending down to check his brother.

"What happened?" Christian asked picked flecks of wood out of Edge's hair.

"That fuck collapsed, so I decided to save his life, and he attacked me, the ungrateful bastard."

"He's one of Gangrel's.." Christian said, helping his brother up, then moving to sit beside Jeff on the couch, who was seated quietly.

"Why did you come here and attack my brother?" Christian demanded.

"I - I came here because you’re the only other vampires I know. Gangrel was mad after we left, and he killed my brother," Jeff closed his eyes, face washing over with pain at the memory. "He tried to kill me, but I ran away and came here because I thought you might help me, or protect me…I'm really sorry about attacking your brother. Gangrel only let us feed once, and I was almost going mad with hunger. I just need somewhere to stay. I don't want to impose on your family, or whatever it is you call it. If you don't want me here, I can go." Christian started to say something, but Edge cut him off.

"Wow, déjà vu. I've heard this before. Why should I let you stay here? Good think you don't know how to feed properly, or I’d be in the state you were before. I don’t want you here. " With that, Edge stalked out of the room, past Gabrielle, who was standing in the door way. Christian was deep in thought.

"Look, Edge doesn't like you, that obvious. It does take a lot to get on his good side. But if you stay out of his way, and promise no more outbursts, I think you can stay." Jeff looked up, thankfulness in his eyes.

"You have no idea how much this means to me. I'm so grateful. I won't bother you at all. But…is there somewhere besides a couch where I can rest?"

"Go upstairs, to the first room on the right. You can have that one. Its just become vacant.. " Jeff smiled as he rose, walked to Gabrielle, stopping briefly in front of her, then continued on his way upstairs. Gabrielle went to stand by Christian.

"You gave him Gangrel's old room?" Gabrielle said, a hint of surprise in her voice.

"Well, he won’t be using it. But Edge isn’t gonna be happy about him staying." Christian smirked, "But is he ever happy?" Gabrielle smiled and watched Christian curl up on the couch, once again sleeping. She decided to go upstairs and survey their new addition.