Gabrielle smiled too as she walked up the staircase to go to her room. She stopped when she had reached the top, just to hear if Edge was coming up behind her.

"He’s not coming." A voice said to her left. It was Christian. He stepped from his doorway into full view. He was shorter than his brother was, and their only similarity was their hair.

"Hi Christian." Gabrielle said nonchalantly.

"I heard." He said flatly. It took her a few seconds to place his meaning.

"How? And Why?" she questioned him.

"I think you’d better come in. it’s a fairly lengthy tale." He gestured for her to enter his room.

"Okay…." She replied, somewhat unsure of what was going on. His room was the same size as hers, the only difference being the lack of an east window. In fact, the only window was a small one that looked out to the front of the house, but its curtains were closed. An iron chandelier hanging in front of the bed lighted the room. He closed the door and walked over to a chair and sat down. Gabrielle did the same, sitting across from him. She began to speak, but was cut off.

"I know you have questions for me, but I have to tell you this. It's been on my mind since Edge brought you to us. What I tell you may not make sense, because I haven’t figured most of it out yet, but will in time. Just let me speak, hear me out Gabrielle, because you simply have to. There is no other reason." He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and continued. "When my brother first brought you here, I knew what had happened. Edge is not good at doing what he is told. He never was. But when I saw you lying there, barely alive in his arms, I knew you! I recognized you, but I didn’t know where from. Something about you was familiar. I searched every part of my memories to no avail. When I think of you, my brain screams, you know her, you loved her once, but I am hesitant. I know my brother's connection with you. I have no doubt that you two are soulmates. But I just have this feeling around you. And if I didn’t let you know, I’d go crazy. And there it is again, that feeling…"Christian put his head in his hands as Gabrielle sat there, staring at him, open mouthed. The room was cloaked in silence for a long time, until Gabrielle spoke.

"Well, what am I supposed to say to that? You have put me in the most awkward situation. Do you realize that? That was not fair, not at all. What am I supposed to do? Ignore the feelings I just discovered for Edge to help you find out what this mystical shit is all about? You know how unfair that was." She rose from her seat to stand with her face to the wall.

"I- I’m really sorry…." He faltered. He certainly didn’t expect that reaction. "I just though you should know, that’s all. You can’t say you don’t feel anything at all…the same way…this can’t just be a one way thing…." He was desperate to make her understand how important this was to him.

"Christian, you damn well know how much I’ve been through these last 3 days. Made into a vampire, taken away from my home, my life, everything. Not knowing you or Edge, let alone Gangrel, who made me! I don’t even know what I can and can’t do! I just got a stake through the chest yesterday that I thought would kill me, and then I find out it did nothing, and the sun won’t kill us either! And to top it all off, I find out Gangrel is never here, Edge is my soulmate, he brought me into this, and now you have some profound mystical connection with me? Is it safe to say I am numb? I can’t feel anything right now." She broke down for the second time that day, sinking to her knees, and leaning her head against the wall. "There’s only so much a someone can take…" She choked out.

Christian stared at her in pain, wondering what to do, comfort her, or leave her. He reached out and smoothed her hair. She didn’t even flinch. He sat down by her side and put his arm around her shoulders. She turned her head to look at him. He took her face in his hands and wiped away her tears. She threw her arms around him, and buried her head in his shoulder, still weeping. He held her until her eyes could produce no more tears, and still after that. His brain stirred with thoughts of her he could not grasp, as much as he longed to. Suddenly, she snapped her head up and freed herself from his embrace. She rose, and stared at him, as he rose as well.

"What is it Gabrielle?" He asked, concerned. His voice drifted from her ears.

"I remember now. Us." She looked at him as if seeing him for the first time. "I feel it…." She whispered. "You are right, we were together a long time ago. I feel it now…but it's too deep. I can’t- I can’t find it…" her tone was of sadness. "Lost, ancient memories."

"Yes." He said, then smiled. "So, I’m not crazy after all."

"I wouldn’t go that far. We both could have lost it." He chuckled softly to himself.

"Oh, I was going to explain how I heard you two, right?" Her brown eyes darted up. "Yes, well, if you try, you can hear all the conversations of the world. A gift, I suppose…"

"Hardly, a curse. You heard all of it? So then Edge…he could have…." She spun around and bit her lip in worry.

"He never uses the gift. Too busy reading or doing whatever it is he does." She breathed a sigh of relief. "He is thinking about you though. Go to him" she spun on her heels, kissed Christian softly on the lips, and left the room, to search out Edge.