[Starting point: Jess is being magically pinned through the Ground because the Vampire is so mad, she decided death is too nice, she'll turn her instead.]

I got my hand loose and I shook it until my last trump card fell out of the bandages of my palm. It was a small cross on a chain, nothing special or spectacular, just a tiny thing Shifu had given me the day he had picked me up from the Orphanage. He had freely admitted that it hadn’t meant to mean much, it was In fact somewhat cheap. Not even gold or silver, just iron. Shifu had, in a moment of amused honesty, only bought it so he could give it to me to butter up the Mother Superior in case she’d gotten last minute cold feat about a old bachelor adopting a young girl, no matter how good the papers had been.
	A insignificant thing and yet…it had been the first thing Shifu had gifted me. It marked the end of one part of my life and the beginning of another. Like a nail connecting two railways, it was a linchpin between these two things that made me who I was. And so what had not been meant to mean anything meant something for me.
	But all of that was secondary to what it also was, as I slammed the Cross to the Vampires temple. I was a Wizard and I followed the Dao, but that did not negate the small child growing up among other abandoned and forgotten children, cared for by nuns and priests believing that the greatest charge someone can be given is to love thy next. That part of me was as real as what had come after that. They all made me who I was today and the words I had spoken as that girl came to me by rote.
	“In nómine Patris!”
	The Vampire recoiled, a hiss of pain but as the spell broke, my other hand grabbed her hair and held her in place.
	“In nómine Filis”
	Isobel screamed now, smoke coming from under my palm and I could feel the heat, but I didn’t stop.
	“In nómine Spiritus Sancti.”
 	She finally managed to rip herself from me and retreated all the way to the other wall of the room, breathing heavily and a look of primal pain and anger in her eyes. I had pissed her off before. Now it seemed I had made her mad in anger. Well, so be it. I got up and assumed a fighting stance and waved at her to come at me, showing more bravado that I felt. I was running on fumes, the long fight and the beating I had taken to distract Isobel had thoroughly exhausted me and I didn’t even have enough juice left to even invoke. But damn, I wasn’t going to face this on my butt. And every moment more she took with me meant her victims had more time to reach the next safe haven.
	“Amen.”
	Isobel came at me with blinding speed and I got myself ready to make sure my Death Curse would take her with me when I felt a wave of power go through the room and the Vampire was slammed right back into the wall.
	“I think not so.” A voice cut through the hole in the Wall and Leshandra stepped through the rubble.
No. This wasn’t the drugged out of her mind medium Ann had taken outside in the prisoner break. This voice spoke of authority and might and I bowed my head slightly as I realized who this was.
Erzulie rode into the room on her Horse and with blood in her eyes. And without the shackles and binding spells that Isobel had so rigorously prepared, she was unchained to take her fury out on her would be subjugator. But before she could  exact her retribution, Isobel spat in disgust and just…flopped to the ground. Maybe it was the exhaustion but I was just a touch too slow to realize she had shed her flesh mask and to the breaking glass, rammed in her giant vampire bat form through the sky light and into the night.
It was over.