I'm tired of letting go all that I've tried to have
I'm tired of wasting time looking up to the wrong stars
I need to take a look into myself
And be the master of my own destiny

She was trapped in a lonely tower. A lushly appointed tower to be sure but a prison all the same. A single window gave her a glimpse of freedom and the minimal comfort of the full moon. Isabel pressed her palms against the icy sill and looked down, down, down to the rocky shore upon which the seas crashed. No exit there.

Turning she viewed a roaring fire that threatened to consume itself in a blink, but never seemed to tire, no matter how long she stared into it. Strange that, since she felt no warmth at all. Isabel was frozen to the bones. Numb to the touch.

"Vilandra. Are you...... Vilandra?"

His voice echoed within the walls as if projected from a far distance. Pain slashed at her heart until she threw up a hand, thickening the stones of her tower and blocking out the sound. She remembered now why she was here.

A sparkle of light caught her interest, effectively distracting her. She drifted past the bed with its fawn colored furs and rich amber pillows toward the mirror. It was massive. More than full length and easily able to show all of her. There she finally noticed her dress, a confection of lace and satin, all flowing skirt and trailing sleeves that left her shoulders bare. Isabel stood mesmerized. She twirled around before her reflection, giddy as a child playing dress-up.

And thus never noticed when the glass's surface shivered then rippled as a pool into which a stone had been dropped. She only noticed that something was amiss when she stopped, breathless.

Lonnie winked at her from within the shadows of the mirror's depth. "Havin' fun?" she asked with a capricious grin. Isabel backed up with a dumbfounded expression on her face. No one was supposed to be able to surmount her defenses! Yet Lonnie had done so without breaking a sweat.

As easily as slicing through water her clone clad in leather and rough denim emerged from the glass and into her sanctuary. Isabel pulled herself up regally, the bedpost against her back a welcomed extra spine, and proclaimed coldly "You don't belong here."

Stalking toward her Lonnie shook her head and tisked, "I have as much right to be here as you. After all.... I -am- you." She stopped inches away from Isabel, eyes raking over her like hot coals.

I'll make you dream of me until night is over
Just a breath away in the dark
We move so free and easy, just like it should be
Just you can give me all that I need
My desires never end, will you meet me where the shadows blend

A strange feeling grew within Isabel and her body betrayed her by shifting nervously. Lonnie's easy smile and the way she brushed past her to sprawl on the bed made her confusion grow. What was she doing here? What did she want?

"Feels like home" Lonnie commented, looking around the room, eyes picking out every detail with a nod of approval. While not exactly right it still had the feel of Vilandra's old haunts. The overindulgent kinda place that she preferred.

Fascinating really, how much the old gal was still alive, but not really useful. Lonnie sighed. Looked like this might be the last trip she'd make into Isabel's subconscious. Pity, since it was always an interesting encounter. Especially since she'd made sure Isabel never consciously remembered it.

Ever since she, Rath, and Ava had met up with their doubles in Roswell, Lonnie had been making these little forays; Gathering information, playing on Isabel's fears, and basically just having a good time. Now that she had no excuse to come she wasn't sure that she actually wanted to stop.

Letting her eyes rest on her goody-goody doppleganger, she saw that the girl was equal parts confused and frightened. Oh this was priceless. Lonnie was finally getting to her. In the past it had been all righteous indignation for daring to invade her mind. Finally, here was the fear and respect that she deserved.

But no.... Lonnie looked closer. Took hold of the bed post to draw herself upright even as the little princess stepped back. It wasn't Lonnie that she was afraid of. It was herself. Or rather the feelings that were growing within her.

When you close your eyes
Do you like what you see
Inside your mind
Don't go to the other side for nothing at all
Gonna make it worth your while
Gonna break down that wall
Gonna make you fall
Inside your mind

A smile touched Lonnie's lips. Maybe she wouldn't be quite so quick to leave after all.

"Where are you runnin' little girl?" Lonnie asked with a raspy purr that sent shivers down her spine. Isabel stopped, realizing that she was indeed trying to run away, and that there was no place to run to. So as casually as she could manage, she turned and made her way to the fireplace, settling herself on an oversized cushion, as if she'd intended to do so all along.

Calming her racing heart she replied "Running? Why would I? This is my tower after all..." Isabel's eyes flickered with reflected light and inner emotions as she asked herself that question but pushed it aside. She didn't want to think about it.

Lonnie's boots slapping against the floor turned Isabel's attention back to her. She watched as Lonnie made her way across the room. Watched the way her hips swayed with the natural grace of her stride. Watched as her pale pink tongue swept over black lipstick. The gleam in her eyes was unnerving. "Scared? Think maybe I'll do somethin' bad to ya?" Lonnie prodded, sinking to her knees before her and leaning closer still "Something naughty?" Her smirk bordered on a leer as she taunted her. "Or maybe you're afraid that I won't."

What do you say
To a dream that won't go away
Cause I don't know if I can stand this
Forever isn't something you want to be
And I rely on familiar things
Seven days all have special meanings
But you just call it a week

The bold girl's hot breath, so close on Isabel's chilled flesh, left beads of moisture clinging to her neck and shoulder. 'This must be what an ice sculpture feels like' she thought arbitrarily. For she was melting, and suddenly very aware of how much she did want Lonnie to do something to her. Isabel held her breath in anticipation.

For her ready submission she was rewarded; the fiery brand of Lonnie's lips pressing against her throat with an almost painful intensity. She tried to bite back a mewl of pleasure, but it escaped her mouth anyway, seeming as loud as a scream in the otherwise silent room.

The tiny sound brought a feeling of self-satisfaction to Lonnie and her lips curved against Isabel's skin, all the more pleased because she knew just how much Isabel didn't want to make it. Before the night was over though she'd have her begging for just one more touch, one more kiss.

Easing the other girl down, she watched her hair take on a silver gilt as it was spread out in the swath of moonlight from the window, and let her eyes scour the other's form. Lonnie knew the body beneath the satin well, where to touch, where to pinch, but there were subtle differences. Isabel's body had a softer cast, slightly rounder where Lonnie was lean. Although they were genetically the same, their lifestyles had an effect in shaping them as well.

When her eyes made the return trip up, she was caught by Isabel's own gaze. They girl had been studying Lonnie in return. Waiting for her next move, Lonnie supposed; wanting this but unwilling to aid the coming acts. 'Not yet...' Lonnie promised herself silently.

Using her strength and powers Lonnie 'ripped' the dress down the center, getting it out of the way. Only flesh lay beneath, which surprised her a little. Well, it -was- a dream...she just hadn't thought Isabel the type. Smoothing a hand over Isabel's side and hip, she murmured to her, voice like velvet over sandpaper, "Guess you were just itchin' for someone to give it to ya, eh?"

"Tramp," she teased before bending to flick her tongue over Isabel's abdomen.

Liquid flames danced over her skin wherever Lonnie's tongue trailed and she gasped when it reached one of her already stiff and aching nipples, twirling round and round but never touching the sensitive tip. "Bitch" Isabel hissed venomously, arching her back in an effort to get Lonnie to do just that.

But Lonnie would have none of that, removing her lips from Isabel entirely. "Uh, uh, uh" she tisked in reproach, a wicked light in her eyes. Isabel just looked at her, mutely pleading.

In response Lonnie did not resume her previous actions but instead twisted the wet nub painfully between her fingers. And somehow that was just as good. Her cry seemed to please Lonnie to no end. "That's what I thought..." she said, although as to what exactly she thought Isabel didn't know. Instead she looked on as the other removed her frayed jean sleeveless shirt and heavy combat boots. Now the girl was nude save for her tight leather pants.

Isabel drank in the sight of her and paused to wonder why she hadn't removed the last barrier. She didn't have long to do so though. As soon as the clothing left her hands Lonnie was upon her again, sliding up her body in a sinuous movement and letting her weight rest against her side. They fit perfectly.

Lonnie turned her head to the side with a prodding, light slap against her cheek and kissed her. First teasing at the corners of Isabel's mouth, then along her bottom lip, before sweeping inside. Feelings that Isabel had never encountered before overwhelmed her. Oh she'd let boys kiss her at the end of their dates, and Alex's kisses had been sweet and warm, but this was elemental. So fierce and intense and hot...or was it cold? Isabel guessed it didn't matter, for both fire and ice burned when powerful enough.

Isabel's survival instinct kicked in, and she responded to Lonnie's kiss. It was either that or be consumed.

Lonnie loved the way they connected. She didn't have to stretch or strain at all, didn't get a cramp in her neck for a mere kiss, they meshed so well. What had began as an act of dominance (and it was still that too) had become an intoxication in it's own right. She was drunk off the taste of Isabel, of herself, of them. Bitter, sweet, salty, hot... the mixture was just right.

And she nearly crowed aloud when Isabel gave up her passive facade and started reciprocating. For a long while she was content to keep things as they were; kissing, bodies pressed together and wiggling, an occasional stroke of the hand......

'More' an inner voice prompted her.

Come take my hand - you should know me
I've always been in your mind
Your destiny has arrived
I'll bring all your dreams alive
There's no other road to take
You won't make a mistake
Cause I'll be guiding you
You have to believe we are magic
Nothin' can stand in our way

Slowly, yet surely, Lonnie moved. Now that Isabel was engaged it was time to up the seduction, time to make the magic happen.

Perfection. She'd never realized how easily it was attained, the thing she'd been striving for all her life. But she'd found it now, in the touch of skin on skin, mouth to mouth with this... girl. All she had to do was let go, let someone else take control for once in her life, and it wasn't hard at all.

Isabel let the feelings flow through her, around her, within her even as the other moved over, around, and finally within her as well. Let her instincts take over, let her hips thrust up against the delving fingers, let the icy shield around her melt away into nothing...

Bliss. Intense and pure, in its rawest form. It burned through her veins, lasting only a moment, but then again it never did last. Perfection was in the moments, and Isabel's epiphany brought the House down around her ears. Literally.

Cold stone slid from mortar, crashing down into the sea, and a scream that no one heard echoed in the night.

Lonnie awoke with a start, fuzzily taking in her surroundings. The cramped confines of the car closed in around her, and she gave Rath a look that singed his eyebrows when it looked like he was going to say something to her. Wisely, he shut up.

Adjusting the mirror she checked to make sure her little 'nap' hadn't ruined her makeup. A ferine grin crossed her lips as she caught sight of the dark and light heads nestled together in the backseat.

'Betcha don't know what a hot little number that sister of yours is' Lonnie thought at the sleeping boy's reflection. Or maybe he did. She and Zan had certainly...well that didn't matter now. Zan was dead. Which had brought about this happy little accident of knowing her double.

'Thanks, Bro.' she thought with wicked glee, flashing back to the look of ecstasy on Isabel's face, 'Thanks a lot.'