[A/N - Eh, so... my friend and I write as Lilith and Zee... this was written as apart of our storyline. (In this particular setting, Zee doesn't know Mary's true identity yet.) I'm honestly just sharing this for River to read. ;D]

LIGHTS OUT.

The sound of her clicking heels could be heard on the tile floor as she entered the diner. Oh, she had a girlfriend to tend to. Yes. She did.

Her blood was boiling... fuming, in fact.

And she knew the moment green eyes landed on the back of that head full of sex hair, there was a smile waiting — lurking, smirking — on the other side. Mary knew she'd gotten under Zelda's skin.

Oh, that bitch! Zelda knew a witch who was going to die today.

"Hello," came the voice of the teen boy standing behind the counter. Oh no. No, no. Not tonight. She had enough annoying voices swirling around in her head for one evening.

Without even looking his way, she raised her hand as she passed him by, and just as he began to inquire with, "can I get you any-?" she flicked her wrist.

Snap! went his neck, as his upper half fell against the counter.

The witch smirked. That boy was dead. He was gone. Oh, she was on fire!

But she didn't stop there. Oh no, she did not!

Green eyes scanned the restaurant as the muffled sound of the guests chatting filled the air. She eyed each and every mortal. Too many witnesses. Oh, this would not do.

Flick! One.
Flick! Two.
Flick! Three.
Flick! Four.

Flick! Five.
Flick! Six.
Flick! Seven.
Oops. No more.

With one final and dramatic wave of her hand, each one of the bodies was swooped up into a dark, sparkling cloud of smoke. She would tend to them after burying a certain smirking little witch.

"Evening, my darling," she practically sang out completely nonchalant. She approached the woman from behind, placing a kiss upon her head. "Enjoying that milkshake, I see?" Her hands slowly teased their way through the other's long, dark hair.

Not for long, she inwardly gleamed. She drew the rock she'd brought from outside from the pocket of the jacket she wore. The people she loved always died by hand, of course. She had to let out her anger and frustration, somehow. Not for long, indeed.

Whack! Lights out.