The sun went down, giving full moon a permission to take its place until the new dawn comes. I was on the second floor, standing in front of a window and observing trees in front of me. 9 p.m. - perfectly quiet and peaceful. 10 p.m. - the same situation. 11 p.m. - still nothing, which was pretty strange for such dark and twisted world like this. Midnight - everyone in the house was asleep. Except for me. As soon as the hands of a clock became one, I noticed few pine trees moving back and forth in a very distubing way. Along with that, there came three angry, blood-freezing roaring sounds. Right after that, I saw a trio of half-bear, half-werewolf creatures, emerging from bushes.
- There you are. - I whispered, smiling ravenously. - Little bears, little bears, come to Goldilocks.
They were getting closer to our mansion, slowly but firmly. As soon as those beast found themselves close enough, I unleashed my long, scythe-sharp claws, my bat wings and my devilish tail in order to jump through the window and attack. SLASH! Three heads down with one cut. I felt gallons of blood falling down on my back like water spred by lawn sprinklers. I got all dirty, sticky and smelly, but I didn't fuckin' care. Sure I had to take a shower after I slaughtered those monsters. Nonetheless, my satisfaction was just endless and I wanted to enjoy that moment, feed my soul with a piece of this awesome feeling - pleasure derived from killing the bad guys. I've never felt such enormous happiness before. I even forgot about hemophobia I have suffered from since I was a kid. I didn't consider real blood as awful, disgusting or bad-smelling anymore. Especially the one taken from the bad creatures. I thought: - ''Who knows, maybe the power I got by touching those fantazites has an effect on my mind after all. I only hope it won't go too far and I'm not gonna do something I'd regret...
In the morning, Dib and the others gathered in a dining room, waiting for me to bring them their breakfast. A moment later, there were pancakes, maple syrup, chocolate syrup, orange juice and toasts on the table.
- Here! Enjoy your breakfast. - I encouraged them with a big smile on my face.
- Why thank you, Solitaire. - said Dib before he put a big piece of pancake in his mouth.
- Aren't you having a meal? - asked Loo-nah between chunks on a butter-covered toast.
- Nah. I'm not hungry.
- You're not such a good liar as I thought you were. - interrupted Onigiri. - Witches are ALWAYS hungry.
- But I am NOT!
- Yeah, right.
- Why you! - I barely managed to restrain myself from strangling that mean alien once again.
- Do you two really must fight everytime you see each other? - Dib scolded us while he continued on eating his pancakes.
- But... HE is the one who always starts the fight! - I shouted angrily.
- Onigiri, what did I tell you about being more gentle and polite? - Loo-nah reminded him.
- I apologize, princess Loo-nah. - said Onigiri respectfully, lowering his head. - I won't do that again, I promise.
- I hope so. - I muttered, giving Onigiri a hostile look. I turned around and aimed to the exit door.
- Where are you going? - asked Dib.
- I've got some... unfinished business to do. - I answered.
- Auntie Solitaire! Auntie Solitaire! - yelled three Vortian kids one after another.
- Auntie Solitaire? - I repeated in astonishment.
- We wanna see more toonies!
- Sure, I'll let you watch some, but not now. A little bit later, ok?
- Okie-dokie!
And so I left.
There was an attic at the top of our mansion. It was temporary supposed to be empty. But it wasn't...
I unlocked the door and entered inside a small,dark and gloomy place. On the other side, in the corner, there were three decapitated human cadavers - two men and one woman. Their heads were lying down on the floor, right next to the rest of the bodies. Why were they in there, you'd ask. It is very simple. You know that anytime a werewolf gets killed, they turn back into their human form. That's exactly what happened after I killed those Man-Eating-Bear-Wolf-Beasts. I could do nothing but keep it a secret. Yes, indeed - I was a murderer. Somehow - there was no regret or remorse in me. I never really liked these idiotic, cruel and selfish mistakes of evolution. My Earth has been a kind of Hell since the humans first appeared. And Dib's Earth - it's much, much worse place to live in. In there, people drop like flies, whether with Zim and GIR around or not. So - nothing to be worried about. Anyhow - I had to get rid of my victims before anyone else finds them there. I used my magic needle and thread to attach heads back to the bodies. Then I used my power to turn them into rag dolls. Right - I was able to change anything into a toy. This is a part of my magic as the Toy Witch. WINK