Christian stood at the door, and raised his hand to knock, but let it fall. Was this the place? It sure looked the same as it had last year when Christian had to retrieve Edge. It was worse than living in squalor, it was living in squalor and not caring about it, a voice from the back of his mind drifted forward to say. A soundbite from Gangrel, from the first time they had come. Eight years ago, when Edge had just been brought over. It was well known amongst most vampires that when Gangrel brought a new mortal over, they weren’t to see other vampires. Kale, however, was not most vampires. So, he had taken Edge in for a short time, before Gangrel had tracked them down, and taken back Edge. But as the rift between child and maker grew, Edge constantly ran away to Kale’s to indulge in a life that was more familiar, always resulting in Gangrel coming for him weeks later. When Gangrel stopped caring, it was Christian who came for him. The circumstances were different this time, drastically different. Edge wasn’t having one of his deviant, enraged moments. He had regressed into evil, into the darkness that was within them all, and hadn’t bothered to fight back. The stakes were higher this time, for both of them. Gabrielle’s sanity, and possibly her life hung in the balance. She had seemed okay when Christian left her, curled up on the couch with Jeff, watching some old horror movie, but it was a front. He could still see the feverish madness in her eyes, and so could Jeff. But there was nothing they could do to still it until she was with Edge again. Christian still had hope of some sort of a reunion as he raised a fist once again to bang at the door. It opened before he had a chance to strike it, Kale standing before him.

"You looking for your brother?" He slurred at Christian, who tried to get a good view of the inside of the apartment from where he stood. "Well, he’s not here. He left awhile ago, to take care of your bitch. Odd how brothers can share one girl, and not get mad about it. I personally don’t get it, but who am I to judge - "

"What do you mean, ‘take care of your bitch’? You mean Gabrielle?" Kale rolled his eyes.

"Yes, of course, her. You mean you didn’t know?" He furrowed his brow, and appeared deep in thought for a split second. "Well then, I guess I shouldn’t have said anything."

"Where is he going? To the house? The club? Where?"

"Wherever you keep her, that’s what he said." Christian swore under his breath and turned to leave, only to be stopped by Kale. "Hey, where do you think you’re going? You’re not going to kill your own brother, are you?"

"No! But - " Kale smirked at him.

"There’s nothing you can do. You go back to that house, and you watch Edge with Gabrielle, and you realise that you love her more than anything, but so does Edge." Drunken bastard has a point, Christian thought. "So, I’m coming with you."

"Like hell you are!" Christian hissed, as a smug grin spread across Kale’s face. He closed the door and began to walk down the stairs.

"You coming? We can take my van." Christian shook his head for a moment, then realised in desperation, he may as well go. "Oh, and Christian, call me Kale, will you?"

Gabrielle heard the motorcycle roaring into the driveway, and rose from the couch to meet Christian, when Jeff stopped her.

"Just stay here, okay?" He said, as she sat back down with a shrug. She heard the door open, and silence for a few moments, until there was a bang against the wall, making her jump to her feet. As Gabrielle turned the corner the first thing she saw was Jeff slumped against the wall, unconscious. The second thing she saw as she looked up to the doorway, was a figure clad in a black trenchcoat, dark sunglasses with wavy golden hair falling unbrushed over his shoulders. Unable to react, Gabrielle just stared, until she saw a slow smile spread across his face, and he reached out for her.

"Edge…." She whispered, falling into his arms, as he pulled her into an embrace neither of them would forget. After a moment, he pulled her outside, and gestured for her to get on his bike, which she did and they rode off into nothing, going nowhere.

Christian was seated next to Kale in the van that stank of age and every other possible odour, when he saw a blonde man on a motorcycle speed by.

"Shit, was that Edge?" he inquired of the vampire sitting in the drivers seat.

"What, on that bike?" He squinted and looked in the rearview mirror. "Well, he’s got a girl behind him, so I think it must be." He sighed. "Do I have to turn this van around so we can chase him?"

"Yes!"

"Bloody hell, its not meant to go this fast, you know." Kale grumbled, turning the van around in the middle of the road. "We need some good chasing music…" He remarked as Christian scowled at him. "That means turn on the radio, or are you against music too?" Christian only glared, as Kale sighed dramatically and turned on the radio, which began to blast Push Upstairs by Underworld. "Perfection."

"Will you concentrate on driving please?" Christian urged.

"Oh, you stupid little young thing, you don’t think ahead do you? In five years, you’ll still have her. What does now mean?" he rolled his eyes. "But I guess I have to keep driving, right? Think you know it all…" Kale mumbled over the radio. "Don’t know a bloody thing about love…don’t know jack shit about anything…I can teach you something…"

"Shut up already! Just catch up with them!" Christian yelled impatiently.

"Why? What’s in it for me? I don’t get you, not at all. You risk your life for her, when you know you can have her whenever you want. And you just don’t want Edge to get her, right? Its jealousy. Pure and simple." He spoke as if he had made the biggest discovery in the world.

"I don't have to take this from you, you know. And why the hell do you care? Just drive."

"My, my, my! Someones a little bitchy today." Kale remarked under his breath, as he sped the car up, just a little.