He watched the fear in her. It grew with each step they took towards her frightened figure. The taste of blood with fear made the catch all the more desirable. The sweet, luscious taste of crimson, the smell overwhelming his senses. Seduction to him, terror to her. The two young men accompanying him were not experiencing those feelings, simply the sheer pleasure of being in power was all they knew at that moment. Perhaps Christian was more indulged in the moment than his older brother Edge, but they both, nonetheless, enjoyed themselves on those hunts. Gangrel, as said before, was the only one who truly understood the meaning of it all though. 

His fangs gleamed, white, sharp, deadly. Waiting to plunge into that beautiful, soft, mocha flesh. Into the vein that stood, tempting the two fangs petruding Gangrel's smiling mouth. Her ebony hair fell upon frozen gold eyes. Gangrel eyed her, noticing one of the thin straps of her short black dress slipped off her shoulder. He licked his lips. She fell to her knees, her small, feminine hands grpping her hair, she haunched over, gasping for air, as if she was suffocating. Gangrel bent down and grabbed her by the throat. His strong, muscular hands squeezing, digging the black painted nails into her skin. She looked at him, at his face, in his eyes. There was to be no mercy for her. He was a killer, she saw that. He'd killed hundreds before her and would slaughter hundreds following her own death. 

"I wonder if you'll be different from all the others. As if it matters, one whore is the same as another, cheap, sleazy, and nobody cares when they die. What are they to society anyhow, vermon? Quite possibly the lowest form of occupation is prostitution, what a miserable path you have chosen my dear. It is time to pluck the weak from the strong who shall prevail." Gangrel bent his face to her neck and licked the long jugular, tasting the salty perspiration drenching it. The other two men were seemingly becoming aroused by this behavior. "Tell me child, what is your name?" he whispered, leaving a trail of soft kisses on her throat. She swallowed hard and sighed. 

"Gabriella." she choked out her name. 

"Gabriella, mmm..." she suddenly felt razors slash her neck, her blood pouring out of her body, like a river, into the mouth of Gangrel. He wrapped his arms around her tiny body, absorbing her heat, her fear, her soul. Short, dreadful cries escaped her, she had become almost totally unaware that she had been bitten by a vampire and was overwhelmed by pain. 

Gangrel broke the hold, lying her on her back, blood still flowing deliscously. He looked at his friends. "Come drink of her." he offered, grinning, chuckling. The brothers stood there for a few seconds, Christian being the first to accept the drink. He kneeled beside of her, watching as her life slowly drifted away, watching the horror she couldn't escape. And he relished in it all. covering the puncture wounds with his mouth, Christian sucked the blood into his system. Gangrel watched, pleased by how Christian didn't hesitate in draining her life. "Dear, sweet Christian, how proud you make me." Christian grinned and released the girl. The two looked over at Edge. Edge looked at the body in the grass. "Edge, it is your turn. End her suffering, I'm getting the urge to regurge just looking at her foul figure." Edge nodded, he too sat beside her. He stroked the blood covered flesh and began to drink it. The liquid washing over him. The feelng was intoxicating. Feeling the life of another slipping away at his own hands. It made him nausious yet satisfied. Taking another human's life is an experience unlike any other. It can't be described by words, one must must experience it themself. 

Edge pulled away. Blood left a stream out the sides of hs mouth, dripping off his chin and jaws. Gabriella saw her blood on his mouth and felt sick. Edge gazed into her golden eyes and was sunk. He felt a ton of bricks fall on him. She stared at him with those eyes. Those eyes of lost innocence, weakoning him. He watched as the eyes rolled into the back of her head and felt her body go limp in his arms. Behind him he heard laughter. And he remembered then why he hated Gangrel. Why every night in recent weeks he had tuned down Gangrel on the offer to join the hunt. He found it disturbing that Christian always joined Gangrel and helped kill the victim. Edge was always the one holding the corpse in the end when Gangrel ahd persuaded him to go, tonight was no different. 

"How was she?" Gangrel snickered, observing the confused expression plastered on Edge's face. He didn't answer, just gazed at the beautiful, young, dead woman. Her body beginning to lose its heat, become icy. The chilling sensation of holding a dead body rushed over Edge, he began to shake violently, like he always did. Gangrel rolled his eyes. "She was worthless, and like it or not, you enjoyed every moment of it. It's simply a matter of time before you too join me each night. Just ask Christian." There was still no response from Edge. "Get up now. What's done is done. We must hurry and get to Lillith's Haven, I don't want to miss the chicks we'll see there." Christian chuckled at that and kneeled beside Edge. He looked at his brother. 

"Don't think anything of it. She was scum and deserved nothing more than this fate. She should have considered herself lucky, dying at the hands, or shall I say fangs of such desirable studs." Christian told him. Edge rolled the body off his lap and got to his feet. 

"I'd prefer to go home early tonight. I'm not in the mood for partying." Edge explained, he turned his attention away from the two of them. "In fact, I'm not in the mood for either of you two even." 

"Get your ass over here, we're going to Lillith's." Gangrel ordered. Edge spun around to face the vampire. 

"Gangrel, fuck off!" Edge shouted and with that, Gangrel sprinted over to him and grabbed him by the throat. 

" You're coming to the club, that's all there is to it. Do you understand." There was no questioning in his voice, he was commanding Edge. His hand tightened around Edge's neck, the pressure cutting off the young goth's air supply, painfully burning his throat as he struggled for oxygen. Gangrel smiled at this. He realized at that point how easily he could crush the life from Edge's body, tear him open and drink the hot blood from Edge's vital organs. Edge was a mere human after all, and Gangrel was a viscious vampire. The odds were all against Edge. 

Christian watched Gangrel doing this, holding his older brother by the throat, most likely trying to regain that sense of power he'd lost for a split second. Christian wasn't sure he should interupt. Gangrel didn't like it when humans stepped out of line, or tried to help someone who had. But being his brother, Christian tried to step in. "Gangrel," 

"Do you understand you pathetic little punk?" Gangrel asked, lifting Edge slightly off the ground. Edge's eyes closed tightly. He winced, his lungs felt as if they were about to burst, burning, pounding inside him. Edge opened his mouth, squeaking out one word that only Gangrel could make out. Apparently satisfied with the answer, Gangrel smiled and dropped Edge to the ground, causing him to land beside Gabriella. "Well, now that we've got that settled, let's get a move on it." Gangrel looked at Edge and Gabriella. "Come on Gabriella, Edgy boy has to come with me now, we'll leave a check." Edge glared at the mock remark, getting to his feet and catching his breath. The air refilling his lungs, soothing him, that oh so sweet air. 

The three men walked away from the bloody puddles littering the forest floor and exited out to the town. Edge's heart filled with anger, hatred, and as always, the utter fear of trying to escape Gangrel. The vampire had so much power over them, over Christian and Edge. For once Edge wanted to grasp that power in his own hands and use it to control Gangrel, to bring him to his knees and make him submit for once. But tonight was not the night to change things, tonight was just another night out on the town.