((Ok, second chapter. Here goes))

Kella just laughed. "That's what you said earlier, too. Do you really think that I'm just going to tell you everything without any pressure now?" She crossed her arms. "Why does it even matter?"

Jacqueline knew that she could beat the normally stronger woman in a fight if she had to right now, but she didn't want to fight or hurt any more. She just needed to know what Kella had said. "Is it that difficult to tell me? Is it that important? Remember, I already know everything I said." She wondered about what Kella could have possible betrayed, thinking that she hadn't even done anything that bad. Maybe her old friend was just being stubborn, as she often was...

Kella smiled, eyes sparkling with mischief though she was half- asleep. "I though I already explained that I wouldn't tell you. Anyway, think about it. If I did say anything bad, you will soon find out. Why worry about what you can't control?" She thought of her oaths to the Dark and spoke again. "You know, I hate serving people. That's the only reason I became a Darkfriend."

Jacqueline broke in. "So that you could serve the Dark One? That is more service than I would ever require of you." She paused for a moment, trying to think of what she should do. She needed to know what Kella had told about her so that she could find a way to get around it.

"I will not ever serve a friend. Do favors, yes. Serve, no." Kella shrugged. "Besides, when the world falls to the Great Lord, I will be on his side, immortal with him, while you are worthless slaves. I want power. I crave power. And this way, I have a chance of getting power." She ended, but her voice was strong and full of passion.

A bitter light entered Jacqueline's green eyes. "You betrayed me for want of power? I would have given you a very high position of power if you would have asked, but did our friendship mean that little to you? You disgust me."

Kella shrugged. "I truly am sorry, but that is the way it must be. I will go now, if you wish." She wasn't going to tell the Amyrlin anything at all, no matter how bad it was. There was no way Jacqueline could make her.

Jacqueline would have laughed had the situation not been so serious. Kella looked like a pouting child, with her arms crossed like that. They were both close to the same height, both with black hair, but that was where the similarities ended. Jacqueline's wavy hair ended at her shoulders, where Kella's reached her waist. Kella had deep brown eyes, where the Amyrlin's were emerald. The way they were dressed was very different as well, Jacqueline in light, airy silks, and Kella in black and red, now burned, leather.

Kella stood up, not waiting for Jacqueline to answer. They had grown up together, and Kella had learned much about the One Power, but she still wasn't sure exactly what it could do. Perhaps her punisher could do something to make her tell. Eyelids drooping from need of sleep, she started towards the door.

Jacqueline stood up, a gleam of purpose in her eye. There was one thing she could do to get Kella to talk. Compulsion would make anyone say anything. She strode towards the Darkfriend and calmly took her hand, leading her back to the chairs. "Sit down for a few more minutes, Kella. I want to talk to you." She beckoned to the chairs.

Kella eyed Jacqueline suspiciously, wondering what she was up to. She'd been a very easy-going child, but becoming the Amyrlin Seat at such a young age had changed her a lot, making her very secretive and plotting. Of course, she herself had been a sweet, mild-natured child, though extremely good at fighting, until she'd given her vows to the Dark One at 13. Now, she was 17, and she'd served him faithfully for four years. She thought that he would understand if she obeyed Jacqueline for a while. She sat down on the edge of a chair, eyes cold and mistrusting.

"Now, Kella, please tell me about when you took your oaths to the Dark One. Just talk to me for one last time, like we did when we were best friends. Please?" Jacqueline had had a lot of practice at trying to get what she wanted since she'd come to the White Tower. Her voice was deceiving, sounding very friendly and sweet, but inside all she wanted was to make Kella talk. It wasn't that the girl could have told anything that she couldn't get around, but she was furious that her own best friend had been spying on her and reporting everything about her to the Dark One for four years.

She had found that Kella was a Darkfriend by using the forbidden Compulsion on her. It had begun as a joke, Jacqueline not intending to hurt her friend and thereby not breaking the oaths. Then, she'd just asked a few questions for fun, to see if the weave really worked. She was horrified by the results, finding that the one she'd considered a friend was a kind of friend, but not the right kind. Kella was a Friend of the Dark.

Jacqueline waited patiently for Kella to start talking. With a grim smile, she embraced the life-warming power of saidar. It filled her, and she began to form the complex weave that made up Compulsion.

Kella frowned but nodded. "I really don't see why you want to talk to me. I've betrayed you twice now, and in ways you will never forgive. If this is another way to try to get me to talk, it will not work." She fell silent and watched Jacqueline for a moment. She, of course, couldn't see the weaves, and she thought that the Amyrlin was simply deep in thought or something. A small smile lit her face and she stood once more. "Like I said before, there is no reason for me to stay here, so I am leaving. Goodbye, Jacqueline, old friend. I do not think I will see you again." She started once more towards the door.

Jacqueline grimaced. She didn't like the way the Darkfriend had told her that she wouldn't see her again. She had a bad feeling that Kella wasn't moving away, and that it was herself that would be not seeing. Before she could back down, she laid the completed weave on top of Kella's head.

((Phew, I finally finished this chapter. Once again, tell me what you think! ( ))