Gabrielle has the dream again, as darkness overtook her. But it was, for the first time ever, changed. She was alone. Instead of falling into nothingness, she felt her body smash into the rocks below, rendering limbs useless. Opening her eyes, it was revealed she was still in the basement, the face of Gangrel looming over her. He laughed under his breath.

"So lost mental connections alter the dream, I see. Interesting, isn't it?" she sat up and scooted back against the wall, glaring at him. His presence was still in her mind.

"You? You changed it?" she accused. He laughed again.

"No, my child. I had nothing to do with it. I was just a silent witness. I wonder if the brothers dreams are changed?" he said thoughtfully before extending a hand to help her up. Gabrielle turned her head away in refusal as he did so.

"Co-operating with me is the only way you're going to get out of here. So I suggest you do it. You don't want to be locked up in this basement, denied of blood, as Jeff had been, do you?" without waiting for an answer, he blocked off her sense of sight again. She went rigid against the wall.

"What do you want with me? Can you tell me that much?" Gabrielle asked desperately.

"You'll find out. You'll get your sight back if you do as I say. Care to co-operate?" Gangrel asked in a parental tone. She sighed deeply.

"yes. As long as I don't have to hurt those I love. " she mumbled a reply, then her voice became sharp. "and as long as you let me go back with them." Her sight came back at that moment, everything flaring red for a second, before settling into the darkness of the basement. Gangrel was seated in front of her.

"Don’t worry. You won't have to hurt anyone, and I won't hurt you, either. When its all over, you'll be returned to whoever's left, providing they still want you."

The empty feeling still hadn't gone away. The three had gone back to the house and bleakly spoke of possible plans. It was impossible to outsmart their maker. He had erased all trails of himself and Gabrielle. Edge and Jeff were silent towards one another, still bitter, with Christian now being the only force that kept them from tearing each others limbs off. With no successful theories, Jeff retreated upstairs, thoroughly worn out. Edge and Christian sat in the kitchen as they had done so many times before.

"How can she sleep alone…" Edge remarked brokenly. Christian shook his head, and tried to stop himself from thinking of all the things Gangrel could be doing to her.