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Faith and Anita walk through the front doors together, both looking...really quite pleased with themselves. Faith's dressed in her catsuit, carrying her motorcycle under her arm, twirling a stake in her fingers, and she tosses off a salute as she and Anita part company, heading for her suite.

A few minutes later, she re-emerges, sans motorcycle but still dressed in the clingy leather, and heads for the bar.

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Michael rocks back as if from a physical blow when he's pushed out.

"She's talking to her, saying things... she won't let me in."

He tries again, with Rath adding his power this time.

Vilandra, she won't do you any good if you push her to a breakdown.

Mind your own business, Rath! Stay out of this!

"Ow...let me go..." Isabel balls up, moving into Faith's arms, whimpering.

Let me rule again, Isabel. Let me in...I can take over, get you the life you should have...the life we deserve.

"Isabel!"

Faith wraps her arms around her friend, holding her tight.

"Isabel, listen to me. Remember when we were in New York? Remember the salesgirl that was being snooty, remember how you put the smackdown on her? Bring the bitch, Is. Do it. Show her who's in charge. I have faith in you, there's nobody you can't out-bitch."

If you break the girl's mind, it is my business.

"Izzy... Izzy, come on and fight. You can do it."

She doesn't know what to do with her mind! I do. Just because you never had the initiative...really Rath, just back off. I know what I'm doing! See Isabel. They don't trust me either. No one will ever trust you. You didn't save Michael, Faith did, and here you are surrending in your weakness to her. She's superhuman too. Not like you. You just happen to have some alien in you. You're worthless. Give up Isabel...give up.

And she just whimpers, starting to shake.

"Isabel!"

Faith snarls, softly, tightening her grip on her friend.

"Get out of her head, you bitch, or I will show you what a Slayer can do, and trust me, you will not enjoy it."

Michael shakes his head, helplessly.

"I wish Moiraine was here..."

I swear to God, Vilandra, if you don't stop this, I will find a way to get you out of there myself.

And then the voice in Isabel's head changes.

Isabel

"Alex?"

Isabel...I've missed you...God I've missed you so much. I had to find you.

"Alex...Oh God I've missed you."

Come be with me. Let's have what we couldn't before...let me hold you...it'll be okay

"Yes..."

And Isabel's body goes limp.

See Rath? I win again

And silence.

Michael grabs her shoulders and shakes her.

"No! Fucking... Vilandra. Let her go."

Faith reaches back and smacks her across the face - not hard, not enough to do any serious damage, but certainly enough to be felt.

"Isabel! Fight it! Don't let her do this!"

But there's no reaction. Her breathing is shallow, like one in a coma, and while her head moves with the slap, her eyes don't even flicker. She's not registering the feeling at all.

There's a rustle of kingly red robes -

- the sound of angry, clomping feet -

- and a voice.

Get out!

Max and Zan stand there, suddenly, as one, eyes filled with an as of yet unseen rage - Rath's familliar with it, but none of the others - and while part of him is sorrysosorry to everyone else who feels what he may be feeling, he is Not Happy. Not At All.

Vilandra, don't pretend for a minute you don't know me. Zan. Listen. Get OUT. You have to work TOGETHER, if you fight each other - do you not remember what the Aes Sedai said? If you fight her, you lose. You lose EVERYTHING.

He never opens his mouth.

Rath cringes in Michael's head, even though the rage isn't meant for him.

"Max, we should get her out of the main bar."

Faith stands up, lifting Isabel with her, looking at Max.

Who looks...really hot right now, actually.

"My suite," she says, and turns, carrying her friend down the hall to her room and putting her carefully down on the couch (http://www.livejournal.com/users/faithful_slayer/17736.html).

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