Christian felt a silent scream as Jeff finished the girl off. Then he heard another scream. It was hard to make out. He tired to calm the stirrings from the new blood and focus on the voice. Jeff stood against the wall, hands clutching his head. he could hear it too. There suddenly came one defining word.

"Gangrel.." the voice trailed off, and Christian looked at Jeff who stared back, confusion surfacing. The voice had whispered their makers name in awe, and it took Christian a minute to place it. Once he knew it was Gabrielle's silent plea, Christian ran back into the club, Jeff following closely behind. She was gone. The bar stool she sat at was empty, and there was no trace of her around. Christian couldn’t even feel her anywhere near. But he caught the scent of his maker.

Edge heard it too. The scream registered immediately as Gabrielle's, and the name spoken infuriated him. He had no idea they had been in the club next door. Worst of all, he didn't know what was happening when he stepped out into the alley and was hit from behind.

"Don't bother trying to help. There's no use." Gangrel threw the pipe aside, and twisted Gabrielle's arm, dragging her down the alley to the waiting car. He had silenced her, and infiltrated her mind. She never knew her maker could do that, but he just did. Gabrielle couldn't scream, or even contact others with her mind. She could think to herself, and that was it. And it was driving her crazy. She couldn’t ask Gangrel what he was doing, why he was doing it, or where they were going. He knew she wanted to ask these questions, and kept as silent as possible on purpose. He didn't want her to know more than she had to. Gangrel pushed her into the back of the car, and slammed the door. Faintly, she thought she saw Jeff and Christian running out of the other alley, but they couldn't sense her. They would never know she was there as long as Gangrel had taken her mind over. Gabrielle knew no ways to get him out, no ways to attract attention to the black car, now driving away.

Edge drew himself up off the ground, wondering what had happened. There was a lead pipe sitting next to time. It smelled of Gangrel. Rubbing the back of his head, he wondered what was going on. Then he made the connection, and was on his feet in a second. Gangrel had Gabrielle, he was certain. Standing across the street from him were Jeff and Christian, obstructed for a second by the moving of a black car. He felt a twinge in his mind as the car drove off, something leaving, withdrawing. Edge felt something leave his conscience. Walking towards his brother, he felt empty. His love was gone.