Author: Lisa
E-mail: GroovyGirl650@aol.com
Rating: R- language, violence
Genre: Angst/Drama
Disclaimer: I don't own Isabel, but I'm not sure Katims would want her back after this story.
Summary: Isabel is wracked with guilt because of her previous life as Vilandra.


Betrayal. It's funny how such a painful thing can be summed up in eight letters.
I am betrayal in every sense of the word- I live it, I breathe it, I suffer from it. I betrayed everyone- my brother, my people. Because of me people died, and people will continue to die. I might as well have killed them myself.
I sound so cold and factual about it, don't I? Well fuck you; you'll never know how I feel. You could never feel this pain that's tearing me apart day after day. I'm disgusting, a worthless piece of shit. You've heard of people being possessed by demons right? Well, my demon is named Vilandra.
She is technically the betrayer. Vilandra lives inside of me, I can sense her there. She's just waiting to come out and cause more destruction, take everything from me. Everything I've worked so hard for. I have to get rid of her, and little by little I do. I cut into my arm, breaking the skin, and I release her from my body. Vilandra spills out in my blood, onto my floor. She is my blood. Bright red, the color of anger and hate.
I feel so triumphant as I stand there, a razor clutched tightly in my hand. And I smile as blood stains my carpet, because I know she's helpless. I'm in control now, bitch. I watch every drop as it falls and time seems to be slowing down. And even as I am overtaken by waves of dizziness I still smile, a cold and mocking smile made of ice. I stumble to the floor- my legs can't support me anymore.
It's getting darker now. Blood flows freely down my arm in a steady river. I must have cut deeper than I realized. I briefly wonder what my family will think when they find me, cold and stiff, lying in a pool of my own blood. Dead eyes staring blankly for eternity. No matter- Vilandra's dying, not me. Not Isabel.
Vilandra will no longer have a hold on anyone. Her reign is over. I don't feel any more pain, just emptiness as the life is drained from my body. All the pain is rushing away, like water being pulled from shore by the undertow. And as I take my last shuddering breath, I whisper the words I've always wanted to say.
"I win."

The End