The loud roar of the motorcycle stilled Gabrielle's thoughts and the late winter chill made her grip Edge tighter, leaning closer against him as he drove dangerously fast. Edge glanced behind him, and snarled angrily, at the sight of the black van following them. He sped up more, taking the bike faster than it had ever gone, no doubt faster than it was meant to go. The wind grew stronger and colder and Gabrielle pressed closer, needing the heat from his body. She was only concerned with being near Edge. So concerned in fact, that she didn't even bother to look behind to see the van.

"Kale, you're shaking." Christian commented. "You okay to drive?" Kale scoffed.

"No, I'm not. I'm sober." He cringed, gripped the while tighter to still his hands as Christian looked on with an amused gaze. The music on the radio was still loud, but they could still hear the roar of Edge's engine over it. Until the lights disappeared and the engine cut out. Christian tried to peer ahead into the darkness, tried to sense them, but it was no use. Edge had blocked his mind, and Gabrielle's. As developed as their senses were, if a vampire didn't want to be found, they won't be found. Christian looked ahead in panic as Kale swore beside him, slowing his driving in case he saw the pair on the side of the road, or worse, in the middle of the road.

Edge dragged the bike into the wooded area and did his best to hide it amongst the growth of the south. Gabrielle followed closely on his heels, never letting him get more than an arms reach away. He hadn't looked at her, even as he took the blanket from the back of his bike in one hand, and hers in the other, leading her to a small cleaning. Silently, he spread the soft blanket on the damp earth and pulled her down, into his arms. Wrapped in Edge's embrace, she was dizzy with a euphoric happiness that she had never experienced in her life. Gabrielle inhaled deeply, breathing in his scent mingled with the scent of the cold night. She would never forget it. Edge pulled her down so they lay on the blanket, together. She looked up and gasped. The stars. Millions of them. Even back home, she had never been able to see this many. The lights were always too bright. The sky was a dark velvety blue with stray clouds looming and passing across every so often, seeming to hold the stars hostage before moving on and setting them free once again.

"Pick one." Edge whispered in her ear. She closed her eyes, savouring the sweetness of a voice it seemed she hadn't heard forever. When Gabrielle opened her eyes, he was pointed towards the sky. "That one." He said, simply. She nodded in wordless agreement. He turned on his side and looked at her. In the darkness, she couldn’t see the sinisterly sweet smile playing on his lips.

Jeff stretched languidly before noticing the pain making his head throb. He noticed the cold draft in front of him, and his first thought was of an open window in his room. He struggled to open his eyes against the pain of his head, and the blinding redness he saw in his mind. Upon opening them, he saw he wasn’t in his room. He was in the hall, slumped against a wall, the door open in front of him. Scrambling to his feet, Jeff bolted to the living room, faintly remembering that Edge had come. It was Edge who had thrown him against the wall. He must have taken Gabrielle, because she wasn’t in the living room where she had been before, and he couldn’t sense her anywhere in the house, or anywhere near. He couldn’t sense her at all. And with Christian gone, he couldn’t know where she was. With the way Edge had treated Jeff, he was scared to go out, scared for Gabrielle because he had seen the evil in Edge's eyes, he had seen the tortured demon surface. In an instant, despite the pain in his head and the fear in his heart, Jeff was out on his bike, to save Gabrielle.