Isolde brought Vivienne into her work room and pointed toward a chair in the corner. She brought over a high stool that she sometimes sat in as she worked.<br/><br/>"Let me guess. You and Malachai have history. " Isolde made it a statement. "that is all well and good, but let me share something with you. I'm not even sure what is going on or why it is happening, but forces beyond our control has somehow bound our souls together. I could go away, You could even kill me, but somehow, some way, in a few years, I would be back and just as bound to him."<br/><br/>"You are a witch, just a step down from a vampire slayer. There is nothing redeemable about you. I DEMAND that you get out of Malachai's life. I'm not talking from a jealous girlfriend's point of view. I'm telling you from a friend's point of view. Leave him alone." Vivienne had turned a deep shade of pink as she leaned forward. Her brown eyes burned like hot coals.<br/><br/>A knock came at the back door. Isolde rose to answer it.<br/><br/>"What can I do to convince you that I have Malachai's best interest at heart?" she asked over her shoulder.<br/><br/>Standing at the door was a small man with eyes deader than any vampire Isolde had ever met. Rather than open it to him, she asked through the glass.<br/>"Can I help you? The shop is still closed until 10"<br/><br/>He shook his head and pointed at the door handle. Isolde repeated,<br/>"I'm closed. Go away."<br/><br/>The man reached into his blood leather jacket and pulled out a 18 inch wooden spike.<br/>"We need to talk."<br/><br/>Isolde pulled the blind down and crossed the floor to stand by Vivienne.<br/>"There is a slayer at the door. Did you know there was one in the area?" Isolde hissed.<br/><br/>While Vivienne solemly nodded her head. the man pounded on the back door, insisting on entrance.<br/><br/>"What should I do?" Isolde asked, "Go upstairs and hide." She tried to push Vivienne to the stairs.<br/><br/>"Let the pissant in," Vivienne answered with a flash of fang. "You can fake him out. I'll be as human as possible." She retracted her fangs and arranged her face as demurely as a biker chick could do. "If he asks, I'm your sister."<br/><br/>The pounding became louder, Isolde jerked the door open, causing the man to nearly tumble inside.<br/><br/>"Now, are you happy? "Isolde snapped. "What the hell do you want?"