Snippet #2500900

Mary noticed the bird, thinking it to be that Phoenix woman. She had been sitting in her only armchair which was mothbitten, and drinking from an almost empty bottle of vodka. She stood and took the necklace from the lamp, leaning on the open window's pane and examining it. It seemed to be an eye - pretty. Somewhat elegant in a way. But it seemed alive. It seemed to glow. And though Mary wasn't one for superstitions, being one herself, she couldn't help but feel it was watching her. This had now brought her attention to the commotion outside as she watched from her window. Two wolves? She glanced at Belle, who looked terrififed - the poor woman - and noticed Little Red's jacket in her hands. She knew the one wolf was Wolf, but the other? As her mind pieced it together she laughed hysterically. Little Red Riding Wolf?

Mary quickly left her home again and moved around the people, over to Belle. "Hey sweetheart. How's it going?" She lent on Belle's shoulder and smirked, though realizing she must have softened with age. Usually she would have killed anyone for interrupting her whilst she was in solitude.