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She leaned her arms on the counter and smiled at him in a way that was definitely more than friendly. "It would be very helpful if I could get information about anything like that."

"Uh, I could probably take a look and see what I can find for you," Sam offered, eyeing her a little nervously now. "Are you feeling all right?"

"I'm feeling fine, but I'm betting you could make me feel better," she said, leaning over the counter and looking him up and down.

Sam resisted the urge to take a step back, and tried to remain calm. "Uh, Phoebe? Don't you think maybe Bel should be the one making you feel better?"

Briana sighed. "I don't need any bells," she said. "I wish people would quit offering me them." She licked her bottom lip. "Besides, I'm sure someone as pretty as you can make me feel much better than a bell can."

It was one thing to be randomly hit on, but Phoebe seemingly not knowing Bel was a definite sign that something was up. "I don't think I can make you feel better than your boyfriend can," he said. "What's going on?"

"Bell is not my boyfriend, Cole is," she said patiently. "Nothing is going on, though why women in this place choose to tie themselves to one man is a disgrace."

Sam wondered if maybe playing along would clue him in to what was wrong with Phoebe. "You don't think women should stick to one man? And vice versa, obviously."

"Of course not. There are so many opportunities in this time that there is no reason that any woman should have her freedoms taken away and be tied to only one man."

"I think Bel...er, Cole might disagree with you there," Sam said. "He seems very much in love with you."

"Cole is indeed tasty and he seems very attached to... me." Briana shrugged. "But there is so much more here than I ever knew before."

Sam really didn't need to know about Bel's tastiness, but he wasn't going to say anything to her about that. "So, you're trying to branch out? Explore new things?" he asked.

"And he has the stamina of a French stallion," Briana continued with the oversharing. She nodded, pleased that Sam was understanding her. "Oh yes," she purred. "New things. New people..."

"I hate to break this to you, but I have a girlfriend," Sam said, filing that stamina information away where he wouldn't have to think too seriously on it. "And I don't think she'd appreciate me...helping you broaden your horizons."

Briana frowned. "And let me guess? She's just like Phoebe with the possessiveness and the not being willing to share even after the love of her life has hurt her by sleeping with others?" She shook her head. "Gods the women here need someone to talk to them about these things."

"And let me guess, you're just the person to talk to them?" Sam replied. "Yes, my girlfriend is kind of like Phoebe, I guess. You, on the other hand, aren't. So who are you?"

Briana looked around to make sure they were alone and then she smirked. "Briana Winstridge. But the name doesn't matter." Her eyes flared pink and she pointed at him. "Freeze," she said in Latin.

Sam struggled a bit, glaring when he realized he couldn't move. "Christo," he said, seeing if she flinched.

There was no flinching and Briana laughed. "I see you know Latin."

"I see you're not a demon," Sam replied. "So who are you, Briana? And what have you done with Phoebe?"

"Not a demon," she confirmed. "Briana Winstridge, formerly of France -- where people like you burned my kind at the stake." She smiled cruelly. "Oh, Phoebe? That soft-hearted loser is still in here somewhere, but it doesn't matter because she's never going to be coming back."

"Oh? I wouldn't be too sure about that," Sam said with a smirk. "There are an awful lot of people here who are very fond of Phoebe, and they aren't going to just step aside while you take her place."

"Once we have the artifact, it won't matter what you all want. We will have the power to crush anyone who stands against us. This body belongs to me now and she's gone forever." She smiled as she accessed her host's memories. "Perhaps your father should have taught her how to protect herself against possession?"

Sam all but growled at the mention of his father. "I'm sure he'll be doing so once Phoebe's back, and you're gone. If nothing else, he can find a way to get rid of you now, before you find your artifact."

"Oh, now see, we cannot have that. Isobel, Madeline and I have waited a very long time to get out of the abyss and get the artifact. There is no way I can let you or your father stop us." She pointed her index and small fingers at him. Her eyes flared pink. "Forget," she said in Latin as pinkinsh-purple light shot at him.

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