"Oh spirits," Bette cried, "is that when she…"

"Yes, forever to serve the line of Buckley," Jodi said, "but Helena is the strongest mord sith in the sisterhood, she’s the only one who doesn’t braid her hair, and she’s the only one who can use two agiels at the same time."

"I’m so sorry you had to go through that mis…Jodi," Bette said.

"Bette, at night when you go to sleep, you call Tina’s name," Jodi said turning Bette’s face as she looked away, "she’s not a figment of your imagination, she’s real."

"No that can’t be."

"Bette, she’s real, she’s your real mistress."

"I love her."

"And I want you to be with her," Jodi said standing up.

"What?" Bette said sitting up in surprise.

Jodi picked up the sword of truth, "you have to kill me."

"What? But that sword is magic, I can’t…"

"Think of Tina, do it for Tina!" Jodi said giving Bette the sword, "it’ll turn white, you will have the ultimate power."

"I don’t wanna kill you Jodi," Bette said grabbing her sword and standing up.

"But I wanna die," Jodi sobbed, "I don’t wanna suffer anymore."

Bette tried to stop the tears that threatened to escape her eyes as she gripped her sword tightly and focused only on that beautiful face. Her hazel eyes, her long flowing blonde hair, her creamy white skin, and her soft tender lips.

Then the memories flooded in. She saw her first meeting with Tina, helping her fight the quad. Then finding out who her long time friend Alice really was, then meeting Tasha, then the bridge, and oh the wonderful first kiss, and the village, Tina’s soft naked body, Dana and her warning. Everything came flooding back in a hurry and Bette’s heart swelled with love. A deep love for Tina Kennard, the mother confessor. The love that could never be.

Suddenly the blade flashed white and Bette felt the control in her body. It was like finally the sword didn’t control her. With a yell Bette lunged forward and plunged the sword into Jodi’s stomach.

"Ahhh!" Jodi yelled falling to her knees as Bette retrieved her sword coated in Jodi’s blood.

The door flew open and two mord siths jumped in agiels in hand. "Jodi!" One of them cried.

Bette growled and got ready to fight.

"You can beat one mord sith but you can’t beat two," the other mord sith growled.

"Ahhh!" Bette yelled swinging her sword directly at her.

Both mord siths raised their hands and froze the magic of the sword, but it wasn’t as easy as it usually was. Both mord siths groaned with effort as Bette growled and pushed forward with her sword shining white.

Suddenly the pressure was released as one of the mord sith let out a scream and fell to the floor. The mord sith who had just slammed the agiel into her neck pulled out another one and jabbed both of them directly to her heart, killing the mord sith.

Bette knew instantly who this mord sith was but she didn’t stop as she lunged forward and killed the second mord sith with one slash.

Then Bette turned to the mord sith holding the two agiels confidently and said, "you’re Helena right? I just killed your best friend, why are you helping me?"

"Because you did her a favor, you took her out of her misery," Helena responded in her thick British accent.

"Thank you, now which was is out?" Bette asked not letting her guard down.

"You won’t make it through all those mord siths alone, let me help you," Helena offered.

"Why would you help me if you serve Buckley?" Bette spat stepping forward menacingly.

"See that’s the point," Helena said not even flinching, "I serve the line of Buckley, now why would I serve the one who tortured me and had me raped since I was six, when I can serve you?"

"Are you serious?" Bette said lowering her sword as Helena knelt down and bowed in front of Bette.

"At your service mistress."

Bette normally never would have trusted her but after what Jodi told and the way she just saved and the way she showed servitude inspired trust and Bette Porter always went with her instincts.

"Okay," Bette said with a confident grin, "let’s get the fuck out of here."