"I see you're getting along well with the brothers?" he asked, taking her hand and leading her into the kitchen. She was about to answer when she saw two young men sitting at the table. At the sound of footfalls, they looked in her direction and stood up awkwardly. Gangrel laughed satisfactorily. She looked at him with confusion in her eyes.

"Gabrielle, I'd like you to meet Matt and Jeff. They’re for you. Your new companions." She stared at Gangrel for a moment, then at the two at the table. They were not without their charm. They both had long hair, differing in colours, and one had his dark brown locks tied back. They looked vaguely alike. Probably bothers, she thought, when the full meaning of her makers words hit her.

"New companions?" she mouthed the words and turned to the doorway where Edge and Christian stood, glaring at the new companions.

"I don't need new companions…" she said, absently. Gangrel looked at her and then to edge and Christian.

"But Edge and Christian can’t spend every waking moment with you, my child."

"Actually, between both of us, Gabrielle's barely been alone." Edge said, somewhat defiantly. "Its not a problem…" he trailed off, seeing anger in Gangrel's eyes.

"You have no place, and no say in this, edge." Sensing Christian was about to speak, he addressed him. "And neither do you, little one." He said mockingly. "Gabrielle, you will take my gift. Its meant for you. They will be happy with you, and you will find happiness with them. I tried to get them here faster so you wouldn’t grow attached to the brothers. I hope you haven't. these are much better." He said, moving towards Matt and Jeff who stood still at the table. She stared, a stupefied look at Gangrel.

"Grown attached?" she said, trying to stay calm.

"Yes, well, how much can happen in two nights. I guess I was right, you will like Matt and Jeff much better."

"I have more than grown attached, as you say. I have discovered more of myself in these nights than ever in my mortal life. If it wasn't for Edge and Christian, I wouldn't even be here! They have taught me so much in these past days then you could have. And why did you leave?" Christian winced in the background, knowing what was going to be said next. "Don't you even want to see your child, as you call me, grow? I didn’t even know how to feed! You told me nothing. I had only movies and myths to let me know what I was. And you come here now, confident that I will find happiness with these two?" the faces remained emotionless as she gestured to Matt and Jeff.

"Gabrielle, stop." Edge grasped her shoulders from behind. "Just stop." He moved forward, and faced Gangrel. "We, the three of us are happy. She doesn’t need those others. All she needs is Christian and I, and we need her. Its that simple. So you can take these," he said, pointed at the two young men, "And do what you will with them. We want no part of it. Let us go our separate ways, and keep your lackeys. We don't need them."

Gabrielle felt Christians hand close around hers. He was afraid of Gangrel's reaction, as was she. If Edge was afraid, he hid it well. Gangrel only stared at Edge for a moment, gestured for Matt and Jeff to follow him, and they left the house without a word, leaving the trio in the kitchen awe-struck. Edge was the first to move, sitting down at the table, followed by Gabrielle and Christian, still hand in hand.

"That went entirely too well." Edge muttered, shaking his head. Gabrielle looked at Christian, who was deep in thought.

"Do you think he'll come back?" she asked shyly. Edge shook his head.

"I don't know. I wish I knew, that would make everything a lot easier." He put his head in his hands. She looked down at the table, knowing full well that neither of them wanted to discuss this. At least not yet. Gabrielle felt Christian's hand slip out of hers, and he rose walking out of the kitchen and ascending the stairs. Edge still rested his head in his hands. His eyes were closed. She wondered if he was sleeping or just thinking. Gabrielle put her head on the table, and cradled it with her arms. She thought about what happened. If Gangrel was gone for good, she wasn’t going to miss him. She had only known him for one night. But she had no idea how long edge and Christian had been with him, or what they thought of this. She didn't dare ask. The wounds were too fresh, as the saying went, if for that matter, there were wounds at all. She raised her head and looked at edge. He was breathing deeply, sleeping. She was worried about Christian, who had retreated upstairs wordlessly. Gabrielle wondered if he was alright. She rose quietly, not wanting to disturb Edge.