Black Magic Women

64

The sudden change of Zelda's behavior worried Mary deeply. After the brunette had made some tea and slipped one of Hilda's calming potions into it, Zelda had retreated to bed early. The brunette was still trying to make some sense of what had happened.

Zelda had been very vague when she had explained her brother's sudden appearance and Mary knew that there had to be more the ginger was holding back from her. She knew her better than anyone else and she would have fought her brother on that one. Their newly found connection told her that the ginger was lying. All the while she sat there and listened to the witch's story of how her brother lectured her about Sabrina when the witch clearly projected mixed messages.

Mary didn't even had to look into her mind. Zelda was a mess and sending abstract messages and pictures that Mary could make no sense of. She was too concerned about driving her even further away to confront her about it though.

She knew that Zelda didn't like to be forced to talk about something if she didn't feel ready for it, so she would give her time. Let her come to her. After all they had all eternity left.

She sat on their couch, sipping some wine and trying to flex her exhausted feet. She looked at herself and frowned at the extra weight she had put on after she lost her powers. Powers she didn't miss at all. Her head was a big mess of confusion. She didn't know what to think or feel in regards of her lost powers. She had been dangerous as Lilith. She had killed people. Maybe it was better that way.

She was completely lost in her thoughts when she suddenly stiffened and put the glass aside slowly. The air reeked of magic and Mary's stomach twisted in fear and nervousness without any reasonable explanation.

She felt prying eyes on her back, watching her like a hunter would watch his prey and she was sure that that was exactly who she was. Someone's prey.

She hadn't quite believed that the ghost of Edward Spellman would, now after such a long absence, make a grand appearance to lecture his sister about her wrong doings and the unfamiliar presence in the room just confirmed her suspicions. But was it really that unfamiliar?

Something about it comforted her and sated a deeply buried longing. She felt herself being drawn to the smell and her muscles relaxed into the couch, falling into some kind of a trance. She sat there completely hypnotized by the comforting feeling that told her that she was going to be fine. That she was in no harm's way.

She closed her eyes and hummed softy as she gave away to the feeling of safety completely. She just wanted to feel safe and loved by... Her eyes shot open when she realized who exactly was watching her.

"Fancy Meeting you again. After all it's been a while."

Within a second she was on her feet, glaring at none other than Adam. She didn't understand how it was possible, how he had managed to be here when his story ended such a long time ago but all she knew was that this man had ruined her life. There was this deeply anchored hate burning inside of her that no words could even try to grasp and the simple sight of him in the same room as her made her want to commit murder.

"Now don't be rude. Come over here and give your husband a kiss," he said and she just stared at him, imagining all those things she would do to him if she still had her powers. All those things she had imagined herself doing for the past few centuries. All those things she would get her revenge for.

But the truth was she didn't have her powers and trying anything without them would have been just plain stupid and she was anything but that, so she kept a good distance between them. She knew she wouldn't stand a chance of a one on one fight if he managed to get close enough.