One last shot, come take it all….
It seemed Alexandra was running on all cylinders, holding nothing back. She was as focused as ever. Ion wanted to bring his little friends into the mix, counting his chickens before they hatched, so to speak. They are already planning the victory party, hope he’ll like sipping his food and drink through a straw, because when I’m done with him tonight, the location of the party will change to club med. Ion will be in the emergency room. That’s what the real outcome would be tonight. Revolution X might join him if they even think about getting involved. Now is not the time to be pushing Alexandra into a corner, you might not like what comes out of it. She not going to walk around here claiming to be a demon, but what comes out of that corner is a monster. It’s a beast, hell-bent on your destruction and damnation. When Alexandra was in that ring, she was someone completely different. Someone who knows what they are doing, someone focused on the task at hand. No matter where her promos took her, no matter where her dreams took her, when she was in that right, she was a damned monster. Ion X would just be another one of her many victims. She had a list, it grew every day. She was a brutal competitor and after tonight, Ion would remember well the name of Callaway. For it will be the name of his enemy and Alexandra would destroy him.

"Pray to your god, open your heart, whatever you do, don't be afraid of the dark. Cover your eyes, the devils inside."

Hell in Her eyes
After what had happened earlier, Satty’s impending doom, Alexandra was a whirlwind of anger, resentment, and rage. Rage fueled her. And where rage was present, people suffered. Alexandra tore through her home, looking for the ancient tome passed down through her family. It held what she needed right now. The rest of the charm of making, she would make him live again. She wouldn’t let him down. This was a battle for the life of the man she loved.

“Anam Cara, Anam Cara, Anam Cara. Anál nathrach, orth ' bháis ' s bethad, do chél dénmha. Anál nathrach, orth ' bháis ' s bethad, do chél dénmha. Anál nathrach, orth ' bháis ' s bethad, do chél dénmha.”

Alexandra could feel the pulses of energy fly off of her body, floating around her. It burst forth into the unknown, as if it was sucking her very life force. She began the chant again, pouring all she had into it. This time, her hair, began to change, it drained of it’s dark color and turned to it’s naturally red hue.

“Anam Cara, Anam Cara, Anam Cara. Anál nathrach, orth ' bháis ' s bethad, do chél dénmha. Anál nathrach, orth ' bháis ' s bethad, do chél dénmha. Anál nathrach, orth ' bháis ' s bethad, do chél dénmha.”

That’s when she looked up at the mirror in just enough time to see her eyes flash a yellowish golden hue and her body slip from consciousness into unconsciousness. She laid in her loft apartment floor, a large burst of energy escaped her body and the windows exploded out. When Alexandra would come to, those who stood in her path would regret stepping into it. Alexandra had changed, as you could plainly see. Red hair, her eyes changed. She was herself, not the dark visage she had tried to put off. But was her sacrifice enough to save her beloved Satty.