"Coffee?" He said, rising to greet her.

"Can we drink coffee?" She asked playfully. Edge nearly spit out his mouthful of Lucky Charms.

"If not, I’d have killed myself by now!" Edge turned his to speak to her. Laughing, Christian handed her a cup of coffee. She smelled it.

"Hazelnut! My favourite! SO, um, where is the food?" she asked, sheepishly.

"In the cupboards, where everyone else keeps it" Edge said sarcastically. She threw a tea towel from the counter at him. He laughed, and returned to reading.

"What are you reading?" She glanced over his shoulder. It was a book of poetry. "Oh, poetry I see, a little bit of culture…" He ignored her, and she shrugged. Christian took back his seat by the window as Gabrielle found the Count Chocula. She poured herself more than she’d ever be able to eat. She looked around, and couldn’t see a fridge.

"So, do we have a fridge around here?" She asked. No one answered her. Edge was engrossed in the poetry, and Christian looked content staring out the window. "Fine, no milk for me" She mumbled as she pulled out the chair and sat across from Edge.

"Where’s Gangrel?" She posed a seemingly innocent question, and both their heads shot up to look at her. Edge looked over to Christian, who was rising to join them at the table.

"Gabrielle, you’re going to have to get used to him not being here all that much at all." Christian said gently, touching her arm.

"He’s got a lot of business he calls it. It’s best not to ask. What will be will be." Edge shrugged. "And if he wont tell us what he does and where he goes, he sure as hell wont tell you." He started with a serious tone, but erupted into a grin by his last words. Christian smiled a rare smile at his brother, and went upstairs without a word.

Gabrielle shrugged and ate her cereal as Edge continued to read silently.

"So…why did you choose me.." She asked in a small voice. He shifted in the chair and his eyes met hers. She quickly glanced away, wondering why she had asked that question. He was silent for a long time, as if he had to choose the perfect words.

"I’ve been watching you now for sometime. Everything about you seemed right for this. Something I could feel inside me. Instinct I suppose. I told Gangrel about it. He didn’t know if you were old enough to accept the responsibility or make the decision. But I knew in my heart and soul that you belonged with me – us." He spoke barely above a whisper, staying perfectly still, eyes almost glazed over as if in memory. "When Gangrel finally told me to forget about you, I left him, the house, everything. I went to you, and decided to make you my own. I convinced myself I knew what I was doing. So I snuck into your house, and waited in your room until you came, and I took you. It was so fast, I doubt you remember." Tears formed in his eyes as he struggled to continue. "I drank, and tried to feed you, but you wouldn’t take it. I was almost certain you would have died. So I did the only thing I could. I brought you to Gangrel. He didn’t even ask. I told him you couldn’t die, you just couldn’t. He took what was left of you, and feed you with his own blood. He made you…. I killed you."

"You…no, you saved me." She said in astonishment.

"And for two nights, you’ve been my angel, my existence, why I stayed here.. To be near you." He said quietly, looking up at her with a tear-streaked face. "My angel…."

She rose, and knelt beside him. She held his face in her hands, and began to cry.

"I’ve dreamt of such things, wrote stories about them. You are my hero…more…my life…." She smiled at him and he clutched her head to his chest. They stayed together, held each other, crying with joy, sadness, everything in them.

Eventually, Edge rose, and so did Gabrielle.

"So, exactly how long were you watching me for?" She asked, a sweet smile playing on her lips. He looked down and shook his head. He looked back up to smile at her, only to see her climbing the stairs. He could only smile this time, with pure joy.