Authors note: Okay, so just as a warning, Felicity might be acting out of character for a little bit, but that's because I'm trying to build something between her and Annabelle. I don't know where it will lead, but I want them to have a solid friendship to start out with. Just to let all of you Felicity fans know!

Disclaimer: Yeah, right, like I own anyone of importance!

Chapter 4

Annabelle slipped into bed only moments before Felicity entered their room. She was humming something quietly to herself. She sounded happy, and indeed, she was.

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In the morning, Annabelle noticed a dramatic change in Felicity's behavior. The other blonde had apologized for her behavior, and had said she decided Annabelle wasn't so bad after all. Huh. Pippa must be more charming and influential than Felicity led on.

"You seem awfully happy. Did I miss something terribly important?" Annabelle asked as she came out from behind the screen.

Felicity paused for a moment. "No. I just had a dream last night." Wow, Felicity must be accustomed to lying, for she gave nothing away, Annabelle thought as she studied her new friend.

"May I inquire as to what the dream was about?" Annabelle didn't want Felicity to suspect anything. "Did you dream that I was a nice person, or that I had somehow helped you with your audacious singing ability?"

Felicity smiled at her. "My singing isn't that bad!" Lie. She took a seat on the edge of her bed, her white uniform almost blending into the sheets. "I had a dream about Pip." Lie.

"What happened?" Annabelle asked as she, too, took a seat on Felicity's bed.

Felicity gave her a sad smile. "She said that I should stop behaving like a common street urchin and more like a decent lady towards you. I suppose she is right." A tear formed in the corner of her eye.

"Felicity……" Annabelle wrapped her arms around the other blonde as she began to softly cry. "I don't blame you for acting the way you did, honest. If I were in your shoes, I probably would have taken me by the collar of my dress and thrown me down the stairs."

Felicity gave a small laugh at that. "You're awfully cruel." Felicity rested her head on Annabelle's shoulder, her eyelashes fluttering against her roommates' neck. She sighed, surprised at how easy it was just to be in Annabelle's arms. Annabelle sighed as well, but it was for a different reason entirely. She glanced at the mirror out of the corner of her eye. Her reflection smiled back at her and winked.

"Annabelle, we should get to class."

"Yes, I suppose we should." But neither of them made any attempt to break apart. Felicity sighed again and closed her eyes contentedly. Annabelle looked at the mirror again. Her reflection had her nose pressed against the glass, leaving a foggy smear on the invisible barrier that trapped her there. She was looking at Felicity as if she were prey of some sort. Her blue eyes flicked up to meet Annabelle's, then back down to Felicity. She gave a wicked grin as her pupils took over her iris', turning them black as pitch. Annabelle could see the veins beneath her reflections skin pulse with black power, the hate taking over and consuming her. Annabelle felt a tug in her gut.

"Felicity," Annabelle stood up gently, so as not to jostle the other girl. "We really should get going."

Felicity nodded and made her way over to the door. Sensing that Annabelle wasn't behind her, she stopped. "Are you coming?"

Annabelle nodded. "In a moment." Felicity gave her a smirk and left, closing the door behind her.

Annabelle faced the mirror, her reflection grinning at her. "I told you not to do that while we are here! What if she saw you? Do you know what kind of mess that would have made things?"

The voice that echoed back was a demonic version of Annabelle's, corrupted by the power pulsing through it. "I was just having a bit of fun. She's a looker, ain't she?" The reflection ran her hands down the glass.

Annabelle crossed her arms. "You shall not do that again. Do you understand me?"

The reflection hissed. "I am not a servant as Zasha is! I am the part of you you were too scared to live with! You trapped me here, only to feel the real world when you are too sad and afraid to live with it yourself!" The reflection pounded on the glass. "I want the body, and I want it NOW! I'll take it from you if I have to!" Annabelle felt the tug again, stronger than before.

"No! You shall not have it! I cannot let you have it! I am sanity, you are deranged! I am control, you are impulse! I am right, and you are wrong!" Annabelle clenched her fists and fought the magic that was drawing her into the mirror.

"What, are you afraid I'll do something to poor Miss Worthington? Do you think I'll take advantage of her? Is that what you're afraid of? My dear Princess, if that's the case you should fear more than that from me!" Annabelle felt the tugging stop. The black and dangerous magic ceased to pulse beneath the reflections veins and her eyes returned to normal, as did her voice.

"Now, you shall stay in that mirror and behave like a reflection should!"

"I am no ordinary reflection."

Annabelle nodded. "Indeed, you are not."

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Annabelle descended the steps at a slow pace. She glanced at her reflection, who was actually behaving and mimicking her movements. Annabelle looked around. Finding no one, she addressed the mirror.

"I'm sorry, Belle. On some level, you are right about when you have control over our body. I'm just afraid you shall do something rash and I shan't be able to stop you in time. Remember, you were the one who turned Zasha into that dragon." The reflection did not move, save an arch of an eyebrow. Annabelle sighed. "You may have the body on one condition."

"And what is that?"

"You must not use magic of any sort or go into the realms." Seeing the look of anger reflected back at her, Annabelle quickly added, "Yet."

"Fine, Anna, I'll 'behave', as you put it. But I get to keep the body for a full week."

"A week? I haven't been here that long! Could we settle for three days?" Belle regarded her for a moment, then nodded. Annabelle felt the tug again, but this time she let it slide her into the mirror. She looked past the glass and saw Belle inside the body.

"Now Anna, you must behave." Belle gave her a smirk and continued down the stairs to join the others for breakfast.

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Authors note: ok, so no, Annabelle does not have split personality disorder. You could say she's two different people, and I'll go into a better detail of that in the next chapter. So as you can see, they reffer to each other as 'Anna' and 'Belle'...put that together and we have...ANNABELLE woot woot! So just to clairify...in case I was a little confusing...Belle is the one who is trapped in the mirror the majority of the time, Anna is out and about. It will get easier to differentiate between the two, and you shall see why...in the next chapter until the end.

With all due respect,
Jamie Redsontes