"I kept having a dream about when Gangrel first took me and my brother." Jeff told the brothers, in his usual soft tone. They had gathered once again in the kitchen. Edge had still kept silent towards Jeff, but he was at least listening. "It was after he made us vampires. I remember being in a car going down a road with a lot of bumps, because it made me feel sick. And there was a long driveway. I think it was a - "

"A farmhouse. With stone steps." Edge said, with remembrance."Christian, its where I found you. Remember? It had that little garden in the back, and your room overlooked it. Dammit, he blocked that out." He swore softly. "Jeff, do you know where it is?" Edge asked him cautiously. Jeff searched his memory.

"It's outside the city…just outside. And it doesn't have a barn anymore. It was burned down when I was there."

"He tried to burn me there…" Edge remarked, voice shaking. "Christian, you don't remember?" He shook his head.

"Nothing. Its all lost from then. But I remember leaving because of the dreams. I know that Gangrel drove us away." He frowned. "But I don't remember the house, or the garden - anything."

"Don’t force it. I think we can find it." Edge glared at Jeff. "But you have to help us. Differences aside." Jeff nodded, and they rose together, to find Gabrielle and Christian's memories.

Everything was black. An absolute black that couldn't be penetrated by any amount of light. It was thick blackness, a dense cloud. She was there, but it wasn't a place. Gabrielle felt as if she was trapped. Her body either no longer existed, or she couldn't get the limbs to respond. A vague memory of her first night in darkness drifted back to her. Sleeping on the couch, surrounding by people. She was eight. The dark was horrid, and it wasn't her house. But there had been her doll to comfort her. She needed something to comfort her, someone to hold her.

"Hello" a voice startled her, as it echoed through her mind. Unsure of her words, or whether this was real, she spoke shakily.

"Where are you?" Silence. Then the voice rang and echoed once more.

"In my makers darkness. Banished for sins." Then, almost childlike, it added, "What's your name?" stumbling, not sure whether she was thinking or talking out loud, she put together a response.

"Gabrielle. Who are you?"

"Matt."