Jeff rushed to the top of the stairs and watched both men get up. He then helped Christian take Gabrielle's body into the room Matt was in. Less dangerous, they both thought for some reason. As the door slammed shut beside him, he heard glass break, and turned his gaze back downstairs. Edge and Gangrel had disappeared from sight. Jeff rushed downstairs and saw the glass from the window of the front door strewn about the floor. Edge had smashed Gangrel's head into the window. They were in the front room, when Jeff got an idea. He ripped the legs off a table that sat in the middle of the room. All four. Edge looked back, and Jeff threw one of the makeshift stakes to him. The stakes wouldn't kill, but they left the victim incapacitated for a good amount of time. Just long enough to keep Gangrel's mind on the pain of the stake rather than the fact that they were going to kill him. Edge had him cornered and pinned to the wall, when he shoved the stake through him, hearing it rip through the skin and pierce the wall behind him. Jeff ran over and impaled Gangrel with the remaining two, both of them amazed at the ease of the fight. Looking up and the ceiling and silently asking for some sort of blessing, Edge bent his head and tore his makers throat. Jeff grabbed Gangrel's arm, and bit into the flesh of the wrist. When the flow of blood slowed and then ceased, they pulled away, and felt Gangrel's last breath, a half hearted curse against all his children, and then he was dead. No blood flowed through his veins, no thoughts passed through his head and no struggles for breath wracked his body. Remaining pinned on the wall for a moment, he turned into ashes and fell of Jeff and Edge's feet.

For the first time Gabrielle could see Matt.

"We're free." He smiled, and took her hand as they began the descent into the blinding light under them.

Days ago, Christian had wept because his maker left him. Now his maker was dead at the hands of his children, and Christian could only weep for the loss of his live. The last time she had been in his arms, she was warm, full of life. Now, sitting next to another dead body he had seen alive, she was cold and emotionless. But he couldn’t let her go. It wasn’t an option. Christian jumped when he heard a soft moan beside him, and turned to see Matt's chest rise. Almost on cue, Jeff and Edge flung the door open, and Jeff rushed to his brothers side.

"My hope.." Matt whispered. Jeff smiled, eyes filling with joyful tears. Matt turned his head to the side and saw Christian holding Gabrielle. "She was right beside me…"

"What?" Christian remarked, astonished and confused.

"We were together. She came back with me…She'll come back." Christian brushed fallen hair off of Gabrielle's face and hopefully awaited Matt's prophecy.

As they left the house, Christian still held Gabrielle. Matt constantly reassured him that she would come back. On the car ride home, she still hadn't returned, but Christian still held fast to her, and to his hope of her return. Edge had remained silent. Once they reached the mansion in the city, Edge demanded to hold Gabrielle. He sat on the couch with her body in his arms for hours. Christian had fallen asleep in the chair beside his brother, and Matt and Jeff had long retreated upstairs. First, Edge felt his head fill with radiant images of Gabrielle, as she had been as a mortal, and as she had been before Gangrel took her. Then he felt her stir in his arms. Christian snapped his head up. He could feel her return. Sleepily opening her eyes, she gazed up at Edge, and sighed contentedly. Gabrielle pressed her head against his chest and fell asleep, smiling happily Edge and Christian both watched intently as she slept, silently shedding tears of joy at the return of their love.

Upstairs, Matt's eyes fluttered open and he met the gaze of Jeff, sitting in a chair near the bed.

"Told you so." Matt said, smiled, and returned to sleep. Jeff smiled back, and for the first time, the entire house was happy.