Black Magic Women

15

Zelda had been occupied with the events that had followed the mime accident. She had funerals to organize, people to console and lastly a teenager witch to hold back from doing something incredibly stupid. She didn't even have the time to think about Mary as her own responsibilities got in the way.

The more surprised she had been when the woman came back into her life with a loud bang. Zelda had never been angrier in her entire life and Satan knows she had been angry a lot. First she tried everything to redeem their family name and then the fight between her and Sabrina... Hurtful words had been said and Zelda hadn't been aware of the damage words could cause until that exact moment.

She had turned to feel physical pain in order to stop herself from thinking. Her brain needed a break. She didn't understand why Mary would betray her like that after everything that had happened.

Sabrina had been gone for a few hours and when she came back with a slam of her bedroom door, Zelda couldn't stand the thick tension any more. She needed to get out and let go of her anger.

She found herself banging against Mary's front door in the middle of the night. Mary wouldn't get away with this... not this time. She had been very forgiving in the past but Mary had went too far this time. Zelda wouldn't let her feeling get in the way of putting Mary back in her place.

Mary, who had been exhausted from the events of the evening and guiding Sabrina through the mortal limbo,  had been surprised when she sensed Zelda coming but she knew that it wasn't going to be a pleasant talk. So she knew about what happened, Mary had thought.

The door was opened and the smirk plastered on Mary's face made Zelda want to strangle her. She couldn't hold herself back completely. The past few weeks had been taking their toll on her. She had tried everything to hold her family together, did things she was ashamed of and let her personal priorities slip in order to maintain their family name in a good light but no matter what, her work went unappreciated.

She was sick and tired of saving everybody's behind without the praise she deserved. And now that the woman, who had managed to turn her whole world upside down within a few weeks, was smirking at her after what she had caused made her snap.

She slammed Mary into the wall and closed her hand around the soft skin of Mary's neck, squeezing. Mary was taken by surprise and her hands tried to loosen the iron grip on her throat. Her eyes widened in shock as she found herself unable to remove Zelda's hand.

Madam Satan, who had never been in a situation like that as she was always on the other end, tried to leave Mary's body, fleeing the terrible trap she was in but when she lacked the energy it took to perform such an act, panic took over every movement.

She began clawing at Zelda's hand and tears started to well up in her eyes.

"Zelda," Mary said with a dry throat and a red face. The lack of oxygen made her dizzy and her protest grew weaker with every passing second. The human body betrayed her and she couldn't find the strength to fight Zelda off.

"Can't.Breathe," Mary whispered and dug her nails into Zelda's cold hand before her vision went blurry.

Zelda had been lost in her fury and didn't realize the impact of her actions until she hear a weird noise emerge from Mary's lips. Only then she saw Mary's reddened face and her hands trying to fight her own. She let go with a gasp and Mary's weak body slid down the wall and she gasped for breath.

With a gasp, Zelda covered her mouth in shock.

Mary rolled onto her side and held her neck in pain while trying to get in as much oxygen as possible. Zelda was sure her handprint would remain imprinted on Mary's neck in form of a bruise.

She was scared of her use of violence. She had never hurt anybody besides herself and the occasional murders of her sister and the easiness of it all made her shudder in fear. But her fear wasn't nearly as high as Mary's.

Madam Satan had never been afraid in her life and she wasn't used to being the helpless one. She hated it. More so, she hated Zelda for laying hands on her. She tried to be strong and compose herself but the incident had truly shaken her to the core.

Zelda stared at the fragile woman in front of her and was ashamed of her own actions. She moved towards her, wanting to soothe her pain and make up for her inappropriate behavior.

"Don't you dare touch me," Mary hissed and Zelda backed away. Mary stood up slowly, trying to act strong but Zelda saw right through her act and sensed the hurt and insecurity, Mary didn't want her to see.

Mary pointed her shaking finger at Zelda and while she didn't buy the false confidence, she definitely knew the danger radiating off her was real.

"If you ever try to do this again, I'll make sure you end up dead," she said with such an icy cold voice that it made Zelda shiver in fear.

"And now go!" Mary yelled and Zelda stormed out, forgetting why she even came in the first place. The intensity of Mary's stare was making her feel like shit.

Lilith stared at her shaking hands in disbelief. She had been trapped in a human body for the first time in her existence and for a moment she had thought she would have to experience Mary's death. That's how her victims must feel before they died and she hated to think about it.

The helplessness and feeling her body slowly give up the fight was something she had never wanted to experience and the sheer thought of experiencing it again made her body shudder in fear.

She didn't allow herself to cry, not wanting to lose the last piece of her dignity. That something inside of her, that was happy to see Zelda, had died when she was slammed into the wall.

She walked into her bathroom and looked into the mirror, touching the sore skin on her neck, wincing at the stinging sensation. She was sure it would leave a bruise. Unlike the other bruises Zelda had left on her body, this one wasn't made out of love, it was made out of anger and she felt it burning away on her skin.

She slammed her first into the mirror, not being able to bear the sight of her fragile and vulnerable self any longer. With a frustrated sigh she walked out of her house and pushed her feelings far away once again.

Zelda Spellman had to pay for her actions and Madam Satan would make her pay for it. But that didn't mean she couldn't have some fun while she plotted her next move, so she left her house ready for her next kill.

She was the mother of demons after all. Nobody would change her, not even Zelda Spellman.