Zelda just…she just had it.
She had enough of thinking about that foolish dream. It was a recurring one, and such a nuisance might she add. She had been humming that strange tune not just for weeks-oh no, for months! Months!
She paused in her steps and took a deep breath. Someone must have been messing with her, toying with her mind. Was it, perhaps, the actual Mother of Demons trying to tell her something? Was she toying with her?
Never has the Dark Lord or Lilith reached out to the pious witch even when she prayed to them. She tried her priest, Father Blackwood, hoping he would help her, help her find her release, so to speak. It surprised her to think that in a way Lilith was invading her dreams in order to give her some sign.
What was she trying to tell her? She hated to think it meant that her association with Father Blackwood had been a mistake and suppose it was. Hell, red flags blew everywhere when she even thought of kidnapping his daughter.
What was the point anyway? She only spent just a few moments with the babe before deciding it was best if she was somewhere else in good hands. It broke her heart to part with her; it was another chance for her to be a mother. Sabrina didn't even say it often, that Zelda and Hilda were her mothers.
The strange thing was, the only comfort Zelda found now was that damn dream! She felt like she had been floating on air every time. She let herself be touched, be lulled by this mysterious stranger, only it wasn't just a stranger.
Zelda's eyes were shut, fighting back the urge to cry. She thought it was silly. She would see Leticia again, one way or another. Part of her realized though, that wasn't just it. Hilda was off on her own, Ambrose had Luke, Sabrina had her witchhood ahead of her.
Zelda felt truly alone. Yes, that was one of her fears (aside from losing her sister or family for that matter). Was she, though, truly alone?
Not just metaphorically, but in these very woods? At this moment?
Zelda turned quickly, greenish eyes searching about. Her golden red locks whipped behind her as her breathing quickened. There was something ominous in the air. She swore she recognized it. It was as if the trees bowed to whoever was just around the corner.
"Who's there?", she called out.
She heard footsteps nearing her. She stood tall, saving face. Zelda Spellman wasn't frightened. She was the bravest and eldest of the Spellman. She stood by her very own philosophy.
"I thought I might find you here…", a voice crept up softly
Zelda knew that voice. She knew the voice that carried a false sense of security. She still found that woman very peculiar, though she had been a great help and a mentor to her dear niece.
At times, she was envious of her. Ms. Mary Wardwell had some strange affect on her niece, she couldn't place what it was.
"Ms. Wardwell. What brings you here?"
I know you I walked with you once upon a dream…
The brunette, who now stood in front of her, gave her this wicked grin. There was something off about this woman, Zelda knew that for sure. Zelda was unsure whether to be curious or cautious of her. Was it…dangerous to follow this dark rabbit down the rabbit hole?
"I could ask you the same. These are my woods."
Zelda scoffed softly and tilted her head observing the woman. For an ex-communicate, she was proud, even as she stood.
"Your woods? I'm sorry I wasn't aware you laid your claim to it.", bit back the red-haired bonnie.
The demoness in disguise found no offense in Zelda's approach. She found it rather amusing and alluring. She found herself lost in those chameleon- like eyes. Her icy blues even traveled down to watch how those red lips moved, how strong her jaw was as she spoke like a spit-fire.
I know you, the look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam…
"Believe it or not, we're on my trail. My cabin is just right around the corner, dear."
Zelda's brows raised at this. She had never been to Mary Wardwell's home, didn't know she was stepping on her property. She glanced back, eyes peering between the branches only to see just a bit of the cabin from afar.
"That's yours….I see."
And I know it's true, that visions are seldom all they seem…
Both of them were silent then. Zelda wasn't up for social interaction. She had desired her alone time, but once again, someone had to invade her space, very much like the mysterious demoness from her dream.
"Well, I shall be off. I have a class to teach and as do you I imagine.", Zelda spoke up after some time of silence.
Mary Wardwell didn't budge from her stance. She stood there still observing the eldest Spellman as if studying her. She had no intentions of going to Baxter High this early and she knew Zelda just didn't want to be near the 'ex-communicate witch'. She could feel her..uneasiness. She knew what she was thinking about. It made her smirk.
"This early? You know we don't get paid by the hour.", the dark-haired woman mused. "Stay, why don't you? Maybe…come over for some tea?"
Zelda was unsure about her. Her icy blue eyes stared at her as if she was her prey. Those eyes…they couldn't be, could they? Those lips too. It must be nothing.
"I musn't. I do believe in a timely attendance even if it is quite early. Now, if you'll excuse me."
As Zelda prompted herself to go forward, Ms. Wardwell's hand gripped her arm, firm, but gentle. Those eyes just kept piercing, deep into her soul. It caused Zelda's red lips to part, whether it was just in surprise or in awe from the way she eyed her down. It reminded her of this hungry gaze Faustus would give to her, but this was different. This gaze was foreign, it was concentrated, a wee bit…forlorn? Surely, Ms. Wardwell wasn't fawning over Sabrina's aunt.
"You have time. You're always so…tense, aren't you?", her voice spoke up so dangerously.
Ms. Wardwell slowly released her arm, nails scraping against the dark fabric of Zelda's coat. She slowly made her way behind the witch and the touches didn't end there. No, she swept her golden hair aside and pressed her fingertips against her shoulders. Zelda gasped softly, eyes heavy-lidded as those magic fingers felt their way around her shoulders, getting some knots.
"I was right…tense. Must you always be this way?"
Zelda found herself leaning her head back, relaxed. Why did this feel familiar? She paused and backed away realizing she was letting herself go around this woman. She didn't trust her, at all.
"What do you want with me?", was her almost stupid question.
This question brought that smirk back on Mary's lips…those tantalizing red lips. She practically beamed with that smirk.
"I think you already know. You're smart."
Zelda's heart rate picked up. This…couldn't be happening. It was all coincidental right?
"No…you…"
She could barely find the words. The dream was playing now, in reality! It was if her feet had been rooted to the ground. That damn devilish woman approached her again. How dare she eye her down like this like she didn't affect her the way she did. She took her hand and pulled her close.
"Say it. Who am I?", she purred against her ear.
It made sense now. Why didn't she add it all up before? Zelda's heart raced every time that woman appeared even in the dream. Her eyes shut as she prepared to speak.
"Lilith, Mother of Demons."
This made the other woman's smile grow. She didn't intend to let the eldest Spellman know her identity so early in her game. She couldn't help herself, she wanted to hear her say her name. Madam Satan was becoming a bit more greedy by the minute. The redhead did that to her.
"Good girl.", she praised as she hummed that goddamn tune.
Before Zelda knew it, Madam Satan twirled her, toying with her once again- if it was toying at this point. The devil's mistress craved this, needed to feel her close. The real feeling was always better. She indulged in the looks Zelda gave her. It was like a mixture of awe and her fighting with herself. She didn't want to give in.
Madam Satan loved the competition.
Zelda narrowed her eyes as the dark-haired woman dipped her and stared at her bosom, then up into her eyes. Zelda's neck and chest turned red under her coat. She couldn't believe this at all.
"So? Nothing to say?" sneered the demoness.
Zelda was lifted up by the demon. She narrowed her eyes and stepped back.
"What do you expect? Do you want me to bow to you and praise you? You lied. You lied to me and my family. I want you to stop invading my dreams and most of all, my family that's including Sabrina. I don't know what you have planned, but it ends now."
It wasn't quite what Madam Satan expected, but this was Zelda Spellman. That woman fought hard for her family. It was her fault that she wanted this woman, her desires to hear her name come from her lips clouded her choices.
The demoness said nothing else and watched Zelda storm off. She just…let her go. This wasn't over though, no far from over. She smirked to herself. She at least got to hold her, even if it was for a short time.
She had her ways. She would get Zelda to say her name again…in other circumstances.
"What is she doing to me?" She murmured.
But if I know you, I know what you'll do, you'll love me at once the way you did once upon a dream….