I've been noticing a common trend among fanfic containing Christian. People always write him as this gentle, sweet guy. So, I got to thinking. What if he wasn't? What if he was as bad as Gangrel, or as rough as Edge? It would throw everyone off. Even when he's supposed to be evil, he turns out to be a gentle sweetie. Not here. If you like the standard sweet little Christian stuff, then brace yourself, cause you're not gonna find it here. This is a little something I like to call…..PSYCHO-Christian! {insert evil laugh here} [another note: this kinda belongs in the same continuity as my Never Ending story, but doesn't affect the plot to that in any way shape or form. It’s a bootleg, so to speak (in comic terms), a one-shot. No future references will be made to this in any of my other stories. In other words, it was all just a bad dream and it never really happened. I just hope you all enjoy Christian as a psycho as much as I do.]

Turning the knife over in his hands, Christian made a quick movement and cut two thin lines along the side of Gabrielle's face, drawing blood. Smiling smugly, he held her chin and tilted her head up towards him. Licking his lips, he descending on the cuts, kissing each one gently, then running his tongue along the length of each, savouring the taste of her blood in his mouth.

"I'm beginning to wonder why I didn't do this earlier.." he breathed into her ear, still holding her chin so she couldn’t turn her head. "Its remarkably fun. For me at least." The wounds began to close, such is the case with most vampires, and Christian drew back and sighed.

"Guess I'll just have to do it again…" Gabrielle drew in a sharp breath as he now pressed the knife against her throat. He just held it there, teasingly looking into he eyes. She tried her best to remain stoic, but it was hard.

"Are you still surprised? Is that it?" he laughed slightly. "Never thought I'd be the one to chain you up in the basement…cut your face open…hold a knife to your throat…" he pressed the knife harder, the threat eminent. "No, of course not me. Maybe Edge, right? Yes, he seems like the one to turn at the drop of a hat. Or maybe even Jeff. I've heard all sorts of stories about how he likes it…" Christian raised his eyebrows. "Care to share any?" Gabrielle gritted her teeth, and attempted to turn her head.

"I don't know what you mean…" she said, looking to the side.

"You don't know what I mean…" he repeated, mockingly. "Of course not. You've never done anything with Jeff, have you?" he said, words dripping with sarcasm. "And you've never fucked matt, and you've never fucked Edge, am I right?"

"Where are they anyway?" Christian laughed again.

"Dead, of course. You really think that if they were alive, they wouldn’t be down here in a second, saving their lover?"

"What…dead?" she repeated, brokenly.

"Yes, Gabrielle. I killed them. It was remarkably easy. You wouldn’t' believe how much fun it was either. I drained their bodies of all the blood…" he now ran the knife along her jaw, whispering in her ear, "and I made each one watch while the others died. Jeff first. He didn't even struggle. That, however, wasn't much fun. But Matt, well, he put up quite a fight. Sadly, I had to tear his head right off first." Hearing a strangled gasp from Gabrielle, he bit her earlobe. "Edge was the last. I think he actually liked watching. He never liked Matt and Jeff very much. He didn't even squirm when I threw the bodies in a pile on his bed. I think he liked the smell of their blood. It made him struggle more. He knew exactly what was coming." Gabrielle winced, not wanting to hear any of how Edge was killed. "Know what an interesting way to die is? Skinning." Noting her reaction, he continued.

"Yea, I skinned him alive. He didn't die right away either. It took a while. He was almost like a living skeleton. He was still screaming when I ripped the last bit of flesh of his head…" He sighed at the memory, as Gabrielle stared at him, disgusted.

"I think you might have enjoyed it. After all, he did cause you great pain a few times in your life, am I right?" she did her best to shake her head, unable to speak.

"Well, to make a long story short, he bleed to death. It was a bit of a mess, but after I finish with you, no one else will be coming here at all." He laughed to himself. "it'll be officially closed for business, so to speak. And you get to be the final act." He beamed at her. "Aren't you proud?"

"no…" she managed to hiss at him. Christian cocked his head and looked at her with mock sympathy.

"So you don't want to be a part of this? Lets think, shall we, Gabrielle? What do you have left to live for? Edge is dead, Matt is dead, and your current fuck, Jeff is dead. Why don't you join them?" she narrowed her eyes, and thought for a moment. He was just doing this. She didn't want to die. But, then again, all his words here true.

"too bad we never got to fuck, my sweet." He remarked, nuzzling her neck. "I'm just not in the mood." He sharply stabbed the knife into the other side of her throat, drawing a guttural yell. He raised his head, and made sure the knife when clear through her throat, without severing the head. Christian also made sure she was still breathing, as he bent to drink from her throat. He drew it out as long as possible, making sure it pained her, sending images of the other three into her head as she died. Not happy images, but images of them dying. And when it was done, he just left her body chained to the wall, rotting, for the next owner of the house to see, as he sought to make a new family.