Edge wasn't the same since coming out of the light. He spend more time alone than ever. There had always been a struggle between two sides within him, and now it was even harder. The primal side was fuelled by the darkness, slowly pushing him past control. More than once, he had snapped at Gabrielle without meaning too, and she always forgave him. Gabrielle couldn’t know what was going on within him, as much as he couldn’t know of her own struggle. The darkness was starting to win over in all of them, and with as much patience and understanding that they possessed, it wasn't enough. They would soon each become solitary creatures, who couldn’t stand each other. But, for a short time, they had a family. And the time was shorter than any had imagined.

"Gabrielle, why do you keep reading those?" Christian asked gently, sitting beside her on the bed, tossing aside one of many piles of books. All vampire books, of some sort, be it fiction, essays, or what was deemed as 'true accounts'.

"I might find answers." She replied, impatiently, not taking her eyes off of the small, thin book titled 'The Truth of Vampires'.

"Not in there. Its trash. How can a 26 year old author know more about our kind than we do?" She didn't respond, and Christian sighed. "We need to find another of our kind." Gabrielle's eyes darted up.

"Where? The only others we ever knew were Matt and Gangrel….but Gangrel's dead, and Matt's elsewhere."

"No….there was another that Edge knew - "

"What? Where, Christian?" he lowered his eyes.

"I don't think - "

"I need to know!" she screamed, slamming the book down. "I want to know what's happening to us! I don't want it to change…" Christian looked at her as she sat, eyes fixed elsewhere, a look of pathetic desperation in them. "I don't want this."

"Gabrielle, this is nothing….its evolution."

"Its not!" She retorted sharply. "I feel like I'm regressing. I don't want it, Christian!" Gabrielle looked at him pleadingly. "I just need to find out." He took her hand and patted it reassuringly.

"I know. But I don't think I can betray Edge. This other vampire - it was a long time ago to him. If he wants to tell you, he will."

"but - Christian, please!" With the sweep of his arm, he cleared the bed of the books and gestured for her to lay down.

"You need sleep. You've been caught up in those books now for days." He said, soothingly, ignoring her half-hearted protests and excuses. She rested her head on the pillow and opened her mouth to say something, but was quieted as Christian put a finger to her lips.

"Shhh. Of Course I'm going to stay with you, Gabrielle." He whispered, drawing her into his arms and capturing her in a sweet, enthralling kiss that never seemed to end.

As he wrote the letter slowly, making sure every word was perfect, Edge could feel the darkness overtaking him. By his last words, he knew the battle was lost, and so he left the house, never to return in his mind at least, leaving the letter siting on the kitchen table, awaiting Gabrielle's eyes.