Black Magic Women

17

Zelda had tried to see things positively the next morning but what positive was there to see? Their family name had been dragged through dirt once again, Sabrina seemed to turn away from her completely and she had violated another person, worse one of the few people she truly cared about.

She didn't know how to redeem herself. She hadn't been able to catch a lot of sleep so when Sabrina came stomping down the stairs she had to bite back a comment she'd have regretted. She wasn't herself at that moment but she tried to keep the damage to a minimum.

Not even her usual method of reading Russian newspaper seemed to help and so she had grown restless sooner than she had hoped. Her morning had reached its low when everybody had left the house and she was left alone with her thoughts.

She didn't know what to do. She knew she had to do something but she didn't know what. Nothing seemed to satisfy the restlessness settled inside of her. She knew she had to face her demons at some point but she didn't feel strong enough to do that just yet.

She longed for the relief of a dreamless sleep and the merciful peace that came along with it. She needed to stop the thinking before it could drive her completely insane. She didn't like admitting to her weakness but she didn't know what else to do.

She decided she wouldn't settle unless she took something, so she made herself a potion that worked as a sleeping medication and drowned it in one swift go.

It wasn't like her to get help and especially not to admit to her own weakness but the last few weeks had taken a toll on her and she needed the relief desperately. She needed to shut off, her brain becoming too much of a burden. The sweet relief the potion would bring was exactly what she needed and longed for.

While it wouldn't solve her day time problems, it would allow her to let herself go for once. She wouldn't have to think and that meant being at peace with her mind, something that hadn't happened for a few decades.

She didn't realize that, lost in her thoughts, she had added way too much of one of the rather dangerous ingredients. She set the glass down and felt her body go numb in an instant. She could hear herself gasp before she lost total control over her body and she felt her body hit the cold, hard kitchen tiles, her vision going black.

o.O.o

Mary was standing in front of her students, a scarf wrapped securely around her neck. She didn't need people asking questions she didn't want to answer.

No magic on this world would have been able to let the dark bruises all around her sore throat disappear. She had killed seven people in her burning rage and she didn't regret and of it.

She didn't want to be in front of all those mortal teenagers, hearing their inappropriate thoughts about her. She didn't want to see Sabrina either. The witch, sitting not far from her, was making her torture worse as she reminded her so much of her aunt.

The emotional turmoil that had followed the past evening's events had made her sleep restless. She knew hating Zelda wasn't this easy. While the Dark Lord managed to manipulate her, she wasn't as stupid as he sometimes thought.

She huffed frustrated and pushed herself off the table she had been sitting on, observing her students take the surprise test she had come up with the same morning.

She wasn't in the mood for teaching and just wanted them to shut up. She was walking around the desk, ready to sit down on her chair when a sudden wave of pain shot through her body. She moaned in pain and the intensity of it made her faint.

Sabrina had sensed Ms. Wardwell's pain way before she saw her teacher's body sink to the floor, her dark curls sprawled across the floor.

"Ms. Wardwell," Sabrina gasped and the whole class hurried towards the teacher, phones out and recording. "Look what's underneath that dress," one of the popular boys, who had bullied Susie, said and got a round of applause and whistles from the rest of the boys.

"Get out of the way!" Sabrina yelled and pushed her way through the crowd. She stopped a jerk from pulling up Ms. Wardwell's dress and heard a disappointed 'nah' going through the classroom.

She was disgusted by her classmates' behavior and turned her attention towards the still unconscious Ms. Wardwell. If the mother of demons had been conscious, none of the boys would be alive...

"Call help or do at least something other than being utterly useless! Ms. Wardwell?" Sabrina said and didn't know what to do. Nobody had prepared her for a situation like that and she wished for the help of her aunts.

Oh, how terrible sorry she felt for yelling at her aunt Zee. She was right after all. She just didn't know how to apologize. The lack of emotions her aunt showed had taught Sabrina to fear her reactions and so she avoided it for as long as possible.

She looked at her teacher helplessly and hoped for her to wake up soon. She was driven into further confusion when her teacher's eyes opened to reveal pure white. Without blinking she stared at the ceiling and didn't move a single muscle.

The class took a step back when they couldn't see a hint of color in their teacher's eyes.

"I told you she was evil," one of the girls whispered but Sabrina couldn't concentrate on anything besides Ms. Wardwell, who was slowly moving up and hovering above the ground, her hair hanging down in a straight line.

Sabrina had certainly not been prepared for this and the sight frightened her.

"Ms. Wardwell?" Sabrina whispered and reached out to touch the witch but recoiled as a gasp echoed from the brunette's lips.

"Zelda," Mary whispered and the tension in the air grew thicker and the magic that was used was suffocating Sabrina. She had never felt such a strong and powerful magic before. Not even when the high priest had used it in her presence, had she felt this suppressed.

But what confused her even more than anything else was the use of her aunt's name.

"What are you talking about?" the young witch asked, afraid of the answer.

"She's dying," Ms. Wardwell breathed out and Sabrina felt her heart stop. What? That couldn't be true. Her aunt was at home. Safe... Or not?

"What are you saying?" Sabrina asked, desperately needing to hear something that would confirm her aunt's wellbeing.

Within seconds there was a bright light shooting from Ms. Wardwell into every direction, blinding Sabrina and she had to cover her ears when the witch disappeared with a loud bang. Sabrina dared to open her eyes after a few seconds, finding the space in front of her empty.

Only when the rest of the class broke into pure panic, she was reminded that it hadn't been a dream and in fact reality.

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Okay, I was feeling way too good today so here you go! This will probably the last update until Christmas tho...