Gabrielle walked downstairs, clad in black jeans that were much too big for her, and a dark red tank top. She walked in the kitchen hoping to find Edge or Christian, but it was empty. And she still didn’t know where the fridge was. She went into the living room, only to find it empty too. The stake Gangrel had pulled from her chest two days ago still remained on the table caked with her blood. She shuddered with remembrance, and looked in the den. Christian was seated on the floor, next to a pile of books, reading. His eyes were fixed intently on the novel he read. Strands of golden hair fell over his face and he made no attempt to move them. Gabrielle stood in the doorway, just watching him.

"I know you're there, and I'll talk to you in a second" he said, not taking his eyes off the book. She smiled and seated herself across from him, on the floor. Again, she watched as he devoured the book. A loud boom echoed through the room and the halls as he suddenly snapped it shut. She jumped slightly.

"So Edge's taking you on the grand tour, I hear?" he said, resting the book on his knees, drawing them up to his chest.

"Yea, if I can find him that is. He told me to meet him down here, but I can’t find him." She said, helplessly. He frowned in thought.

"Did you look outside? He maybe sitting on his bike, waiting." She thought about this and looked at Christian.

"Why don't you come with us? That would be fun, don't you think?" He looked down after she had spoken.

"I don’t want to intrude. It should just be the two of you for now. I’d feel out of place." He said, quietly. She leaned in closer and took his hand.

"No. How could you feel out of place around us?" she asked.

"I don’t know…" he stammered. She looked in his eyes, pleading. He looked back and smiled.

"How could I say no to a look like that?" he said softly. She smiled back, let his hand go, and rose.

"Thank you Christian! This is going to be amazing." She said excitedly and bounded out the room to seek out the other brother.