"I wish I could see them again." Gabrielle said dreamily, thinking of Edge.

"You can." Matt answered. "but then we need to be freed of our maker. He has to die."

"I hope they know that. But - " she paused to think. "How can he be killed?"

"Draining all of the blood and not giving it back. I think its what was attempted on me, but it didn't work. I hope my brother doesn't think I'm dead.."

Jeff was still sitting on the floor, knees drawn into his chest, staring at his brothers lifeless form, when he heard the door slam downstairs. Rising and silently saying farewell once more, he went to warn Edge and Christian. Jeff closed the door to the room that was now Matt's and sought out the two others. It proved easy, as Edge still stood in the doorway to what had once been Christian's room. He wasn't moving. Jeff knew something was wrong, and moving so he could look in the room, he saw Christian sobbing and clutching a body. Gabrielle's. Edge didn't notice the startled gasp of Jeff behind him, he didn't notice anything. Edge now knew why he had felt empty, but now he felt dead. Jeff just stood, blinking away tears, eyes fixed on Christian and Gabrielle. Christian, try as he might, could not stop crying. He had fought so hard and long to find out who she was, and find out if they had a past, and now she was gone. Footsteps echoed slowly, and loudly on the steps. Jeff tore his eyes off the room long enough to see Gangrel ascending the stairs. He had the smile of a lunatic spread across his face.

"We're ahead of schedule." He said, and in one motion, Edge turned and ran at him, sending both men tumbling roughly down the stairs.

The darkness Gabrielle and Matt had been encased in began to dim, and be replaced by many colours, too numerous to specifically recognise.

"What's happening?" Gabrielle was forced to yell over the rush of white noise pouring into their heads.