"Gabrielle…" he watched as she and his brother rode off into the sunset. Christian stood at the window for a long time; hand still pressed against the glass, until the sky was completely dark. He felt a familiar stir in his body and his brain. The Hunger. How he hated it and cursed himself everyday for making the decision. The new ones, as they were called, were literally immortal. Nothing could kill them. Not stakes, not the sunlight, holy water, or even fire. Nothing. Christian had often pondered these thoughts before Gabrielle came. He was sure she was the reason for him to have got into all of this.

He set the candle down on a table, and sat down on the bed. If she was his driving force, than could she really be meant for his brother?

The hunger stirred him once again. It was too strong to be ignored. As much as he hated it, it was feeding time. Christian grabbed his leather jacket, and took his own motorcycle out, in search of a meal.

The heavy music blared into her ears as they walked into a club called ‘The Almanac’. Weird name, she thought. Her and Edge had slipped in through the side door. He rushed her to a table, and went to the bar to get drinks.

"So, this is one of the best places? Pretty mainstream if you ask me. I mean, they’re playing Fear Factory…" Gabrielle commented as Edge came back with two bottles of Vex.

"Yea, maybe so, but this is where all the hunters hang out. That’s why we had to come in the side door." He looked around, and saw a group of five shifty-eyed people at a table. One of them, a young man with short, blue hair, stared with recognition at Gabrielle. She followed Edge’s gaze, and shuttered.

"That’s the fuck who staked me…"She scanned the exits.

"No Gabrielle, don’t worry. They won’t hurt you in here. But as soon as you go outside, they follow. Is that what happened last night?"

"Yea, we were by the bar talking, and I went outside. I knew he would follow, but I didn’t know he was a hunter." She frowned darkly, and drank her drink. "Remy. That’s what he told me his name was." Edge laughed softly.

"They all say their names are Remy or Belladonna. Cajun fucks have some obsession with Gambit, I’ll bet…" she smiled at this thought.

"But I love Gambit…best damn X-person ever." she said coyly. The music changed from Fear Factory, to Laid, by James, her favourite song. She looked up in surprise, as Edge took her hand, and led her to the dance floor.

"Did you do this?" she leaned in closer to yell in his ear.

"Now, how could I do that?" he yelled, innocently, moving closer to her. But Gabrielle had closed her eyes, as she listened to the music, and she did one of her most favourite things. She danced. What Edge didn’t know, was that once she started, it was hard to get her to leave the dance floor. After half an hour of her manic pace, he was content to sit and watch her. She danced for an hour more, before returning to the table; beads of sweat dripping slowly down her forehead. She smiled.

"You really love dancing, eh?" Edge asked the obvious.

"Gee, now how could ya tell that one?" she replied, looking playfully at him.

"Well, funs over." His tone changed quickly to serious. "You have to feed." His eyes darkened as he scanned the room for someone, easy prey. Edge looked to one corner, to see a tall, redheaded young man smoking and coughing. He nodded in the young mans direction. He was alone.

"We’ll wait until he leaves, and then follow him, until we near an alley. I’ll tell you the rest when the time comes." Almost on cue, the young man got up, and left. Edge and Gabrielle rose together and followed him out the front door, keeping their distance. Gabrielle quickened her pace as Edge did. They stalked the victim, silently, until they came to an alley. Slipping through the shadows, unnoticed, Edge put his hand over the mans mouth, and pulled him into the abandoned space. He pushed the man against the wall, and motioned for Gabrielle to come over. She watched, as Edge pushed the mans head to one side, and bit down on his neck, tearing him open. He drank, but not for long. He pulled away, motioning for Gabrielle to drink. She kept her eyes on Edge, who stood on the other side of the man. Slowly, she pressed her lips against the mans open wound, and gagged a little as the blood hit her mouth. But she continued to drink it, setting a slow rhythm, speeding up as the hot, sweet blood hit her senses. She drank greedily, until she was sure she could have no more, but never breaking her fixed stare on Edge. She pulled away, leaning her head against the cool bricks, closing her eyes. Edge finished the man off, and stood perfectly still, after letting the mans body slip into a pile of garbage on the ground. Gabrielle, still resting her head against the bricks, fell into a trance like state. It was partially broken when she felt a strong hand on her shoulder. Gabrielle stared blankly at Edge, then smiled with recognition.

"Our first…." She said, dreamily. Edge was silent as he took her hand. They walked back to the motorcycle, and sped away, without another word.