Gabrielle thought he would have attacked, raped, even killed for the sins that were not her own, but it was not the case. Gangrel had given her all senses back, but she still couldn't communicate with the brothers. He had given Gabrielle a small room, overlooking the back garden. She could tell immediately that it had once been Christian's. It felt like him, and the room comforted her. She was still alone as she heard the car speed off outside. She was empty. Gangrel had left her with a clear warning not to leave, and his words stuck in her head. With nothing else to do, she looked around the room. A plain old style bed with four posts adorned the middle of the room. It looked much like Christian's room at the other house. A chest of drawers was pushed against the far wall. A chair was placed next to the window, covered by a thin sheet of dust. There was no other furniture in the room. Either Christian was a minimalist, or Gangrel never allowed him to have furniture. The bed was covered with rumpled silk sheets, left in a mess since the last time someone had been there. She drew them back, and was startled to see a piece of paper, crushed into a little ball, sitting under the covers. Without thinking, she unfolded it, and began to read. She saw the spidery signature of Gangrel. Forgetting for a moment that he could read her thoughts, she looked at the rest of the letter. It was addressed to Christian. Reading slowly, her eyes danced over the words once, then again.
"I cannot compete with her anymore. She haunts your dreams, and she haunts Edge's life, where I once roamed. You pine for her and you do not know her. Your brother knows. Find her and end this. Be with her."
The long thin letters seemed to move about the page, or it was Gabrielle's head spinning. Questions sifted through her mind faster than she could recognise them. Was it her Christian pined for? When was this written? Had Gangrel known all along? In her head, she heard a hash laughter, and then there was nothing. No sight, no sound, nothing. It was a cross between a restless sleep and oblivion, but Gabrielle was awake. It was Gangrel's hell, to punish Gabrielle. She had taken his little one away.
Christian awoke with a start, his skin covered in a film of cold sweat. His dreams had been haunted with Gabrielle's tortured cries of loneliness, Edge's pleas for help, and Gangrel's ever-present threats. Walking over to his window and glancing at the sky, he had only been asleep for half an hour. But the dream seemed to have lasted for an eternity. It was the past mingled with the present, maybe the future. Christian heard a noise behind him, the door opening. He turned, half expecting to see Gabrielle standing before him in the doorway. It was Jeff.
"I know where he took her."