"yes, just wonderful! But why did you have to leave?" She asked in a childlike voice.

"I’ve had business to take care of. You’ve learned to feed by yourself then?"

"No." she looked at Edge who was still standing in the doorway. "Edge taught me."

At this, Gangrel’s eyes darkened and he fixed his gaze on Edge. "What did I tell you? You stay away from my children!" He yelled. Gabrielle wasn’t sure what to do.

"And what? Let her starve? If you’re not here, then who’s supposed to teach her? You didn’t even tell her what we were! She didn’t know we could walk at day!" Edge tried to remain calm and hide his anger.

"I don’t have to take this from you! I can get rid of you in a second!" Gangrel bared his fangs. Gabrielle looked at Edge, who was moving in to the room slowly, eyes fixed right back at Gangrel.

"Leave, Gabrielle. Go. NOW." Edge said to her, eyes never leaving his sires. "What?" She said, in confusion. Her eyes caught movement in the doorway to her side, and she saw Christian rushing in. He grabbed her hands and led her away. He winced as he heard the screams coming from the den. Christian rushed her downstairs to the basement. She followed him down the stairs, and watched as he moved under them, to a little nook where there were blankets and pillows. She shot Christian a questioning glance, as she sat down beside him.

"This is where I come when they fight. You can barely hear them down here." His voice was constricted in pain. She could still hear muffled shouts coming from above. "DO they fight a lot?" Gabrielle asked softly. Christian lowered her head.

"yes. Ever since the first night. They fight about me, and now, you. We’ve never been happy."

"So why don’t you just leave? You and Edge." He looked up at her in surprise.

"I can’t. Gangrel is my sire. I have a loyalty to him. And as much as I hate him....."

"You hate him?"

"Yes, I do. He knows it. Edge and I both hate him. He’s awful. You’ll find out soon. When he stays, Edge leaves."

Gabrielle paused and looked at him, moving a hand to brush the hair off of his face.

"And why don’t you? Edge is your brother. I would think you have more loyalty to him...." She was cut off as the basement door opened and Edge stood, outlined with light, painting an eerie picture.

"Christian, Gabrielle, Leave now. He’s gone insane with rage. You have to leave. Quickly."

Christian just sighed and made no attempt to move as Gabrielle rose. She looked at Christian. "Christian, I know how you feel, but I think we have to leave." She put out her hand, and he took it, rising to his feet. She smiled slightly.

"I’m coming." They ran upstairs, and Gabrielle caught a glance at Edge, who had scratches on his face that had yet to be healed. She stopped to tell him something, but was cut off by Christian tugging on her hand. They made their way to the door when a thought crossed her mind.

"Why isn’t he coming, Christian? Why is he staying? I thought he said.." She looked desperately in Christian’s eyes, and was silenced.

"He’s going to kill Gangrel." At this, Gabrielle wretched herself from Christians firm grip, and ran back to find the two fighting parties. Another thought crossed her mind. How was he going to kill Gangrel?

Her question was answered when she saw movement in the living room. Gangrel lay on the table with a stake impaled in him, pinning him to the table. It was the stake that he had laid on the table days earlier, on her first night. She watched in horror, shaken out of her memories as she saw Edge bend down and begin to feed on his maker. She felt arms grasp her from behind, and she heard a horrified, strangled gasp, as Christian realised what was happening. He stood at her side, and she buried her head on his chest, unable to watch anymore. As Gangrel had the last drop of blood drawn out of him, she felt him die. Edge sat on the floor beside the body, knees drawn into his chest, rocking back and forth. Christian and Gabrielle held each other for comfort. The three remained silent until Edge rose. "We should leave. Now." He walked out the door, and Gabrielle followed. Christian looked one final time at his makers already decaying body, sighed, and followed the two out of their house.

Tossing and turning, she still tried to rid herself of the image she had seen. Her love feeding on her maker. Never had she seen and felt something so heartbreaking in her life. She had felt Gangrel die. Not just seen it, but felt it. Felt him leave the world and move on to another plane. None of them had talked about it since. It was too fresh, and painful. Deciding to forget sleep for a night, Gabrielle sat up in the bed. Christian was curled up next to her, and Edge sat in the chair, sleeping. After they had left the house, Edge drove them to a hotel. She didn’t know where, but all that mattered was that they were away from the house. She didn’t think any of them could ever go back there. Not that they wanted to.

Christian stirred and turned over, still half asleep, and vaguely noticed Gabrielle sitting up. "What’s wrong?" He asked, and then sighed, regretting the question. What wasn’t wrong seemed more suitable.

"I can’t sleep. Or I don’t want to. I’d rather stay up and over analyse the situation, in typical female fashion."

"Well, at least you still have your sense of humour..." He sat up and put his arm around her.

"Are you going to be okay for tonight?"

"I don’t know. I - It’s just....it happened so fast. I never really knew him." Christian nodded, and appeared to be deep in thought.

"But you felt him die, didn’t you? I felt it too. I have no doubt that Edge did as well. We were all connected by Gangrel’s blood. We’re like orphans now, we’ve lost our father. If he had other children anywhere, they felt it too. I can’t comfort you, and tell you everything will be alright, because I don’t know what’s going to happen. If anyone finds out how Gangrel died, we’ll be hunted." He glanced over to his sleeping brother. "Edge won’t talk about it, that I can assure you." The both sighed. Gabrielle looked into Christian’s slightly grey eyes. "So what do we do? Run and hide, or find someone to protect us?" Christian sighed again, and shook his head.

"I don’t know." He shook his head again. "Lets just try to sleep, okay?" Gabrielle meekly forced a smile, and lay down beside Christian. he pulled her close, and she rested her head on his chest. Both feeling slightly comforted, fell asleep, somewhat peacefully.