"I could feel you standing there, and I heard your conversation." She looked at him then shifted her gaze, feeling guilty for some reason. Edge turned and entered the room, leaving the door open as it if was an invitation. Gabrielle waited a moment before entering behind him. Edge seated himself at one of the chairs beside the window, resting a leg on the small table. She took the seat across from him.

"Look, Jeff needs someone to help him. I know you won't do it, and I don't want to burden Christian." He looked at her darkly.

"Jeff shouldn’t even be here. And what can you help him with? You're not even a week old."

"I can at least take him to the club and - "

"And what? Get him staked by a hunter too? It may not kill but it leaves scars. Ask Christian about that one, and he’ll be happy to show you." An awkward silence settled for a moment before Edge continued, "Gabrielle, I don't want Jeff here because I don't trust him. Even if Gangrel did kill his brother, how do we know what else went down? He could just be here under Gangrel's influence."

"He's not. He told me everything that happened and it was - "

"It wasn't the truth. I heard him, Gabrielle. He told you nothing. How do you know it's the truth?"

"How do you know it’s a lie?" she snapped back.

"If it is the truth, all the more reason for Gangrel to come back here. If he killed one of his children and tried to kill the one we now house, then why would he hesitate to come and kill Christian, or you, or I? It's too risky. It doesn’t make sense."

"Risky?" she almost laughed. "You want to talk about risk, do you? How about taking a girl away from her life, her home, everything, and - " he screamed in rage, abruptly silencing her.

"Don't you dare blame me for that, or change the subject to something so…it has nothing to do with this." He screamed at her. "And I had to do it! I couldn't see you everyday doing something I knew you weren't meant for. Your life, mortality, it wasn't right!"

"How can you say that?" she hissed, "DO you really know that?"

"Yes! Yes, I do Gabrielle, and don’t ask me how, because I don't know that. It was just something I knew! Something that can't be explained my words and I'm not going to waste my time trying. Believe me or not, but I know its true." He turned away from her, and rested his head on the cool glass of the window that overlooked everything. Another rift of silence between the two. Neither had any bearing of the time that passed; simply remaining in silent argument locked in wordless combat. It was broken finally by Edge who turned around wearily to address Gabrielle.

"All I want right now, is for you to leave Jeff alone until he can prove what happened. I just don't trust him." Gabrielle still sat silently, consumed with thought.

"I can’t." She heard a sharp intake of breath from Edge.

"You don't owe it to him, you don't owe anyone. You can't teach him, Gabrielle. You've yet to bite flesh yourself." He sighed and crouched beside the chair where she sat. "If it means so much, then I'll take him out, and teach him what to do." She turned her head and looked at him. Sincerity in his eyes. But she couldn’t accept.

"I need to do this. I need to do things for myself. Just let me go along with it, can you? What will happen? If there are hunters, we can fight them off. Please, just let me have this." She pleaded with him, but his eyes grew cold.

"So many things can go wrong Gabrielle. You have no idea do you? Just because we're vampires doesn’t mean we have our own little safe world. If you take him out, I won't be part of it, and I will not be held responsible for what happens." He reached out and took her hand. "Don't do this. You don't know…."

"Don’t know what?"

"I can’t say it…something ingrained deep somewhere, that I shouldn’t let you go. I should never let you leave. But you'll defy, and there's no point in trying." She snatched her hand from his grasp.

"Stop doing this. Stop making me feel guilty for doing nothing. I don't know if I should believe a word you're saying or not. I am going to take Jeff out tomorrow. Nothing - no one - is going to change that. I want to help him. He needs help. Let me do this, just one thing on my own." He rose and walked to the glass again. She could barely make out a muffled 'No'. Gabrielle walked over to where he stood and touched his shoulder. Edge spun around, and she was struck by such an intense look of rage, that he didn't even look the same.

"Get out." The words dripped with an eminent threat. Looking at him once more, she bolted from the room, into her own, trying without success to tune out the sounds of things being destroyed and screaming from the adjacent room.