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“You have no idea what’s coming.”
Tyler let go of her small frame, still staring into her deep soulless eyes. Tears clouded her vision but she could still see his figure inching away, a force in his eyes she’d only seen on the male praying mantises she used to feed Nero. Wednesday’s heart leaped into what seemed like all directions – something she wasn’t even aware it could do – causing enough damage to have her lightly labor her breathing.
Tyler had murdered six people. Tyler had hurt himself to seem innocent. Tyler put Eugene in a coma.
Wednesday kept telling herself that throughout the ride back from the police station; yet, she knew the stirring within her was not going to stop any time soon. Something about the manner he creeped toward her, confessing his dark and twisted nature, his breath inching towards her ear: it almost put a smile on her face.
While she would like to admit that killers are off limits, a little monster has never hurt anyone. Besides, she knows what danger lies in love, just look at her parents; so in love that they are willing to both kill and die for each other. Wednesday liked to think that she knew what acting was and whether someone was lying, but the past few days threw everything she thought she knew about body language away.
Who’s to say Tyler only protected her because Lauren needed her blood? If that was the issue, they could have killed her off when Rowan attempted to murder her and preserve her blood the same manner Lauren did with the organs. She knew that there was something digging at her heart who couldn’t stop replaying their kiss, even though it came with the disgusting vision afterwards. Tyler knew her, even if it was to murder her (which excited her more than she wanted to admit, he understood her mind at a simple glance.
A sharp inhale from Principal Weems cut the train named ‘Unlabeled Emotions’ that was running amok in her mind.
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Even with her arms crossed, her mattress as hard as rocks, her pillow filled with Civil Era bricks, Wednesday cannot sleep. The flashbacks are haunting her, and she wished that being haunted could be as enjoyable as other people make it seem to be: she just wants her nice, cold coffin that is still back at home. Home. She imagines going back to her house for summer break, going up the creaky old staircase with Thing following her. She’d throw her small dagger through Pugsley’s oak door while passing it and then go into her bathroom and confer that the mirror is still broken.
Wednesday can almost smell the taxidermy chemicals that lie on her desk along with the beheaded doll she still keeps for good luck. She is about to touch the octopus engraving that is etched on her bed frame when there is a knock on the door, followed by someone entering it. Tyler. His chest is heaving, the scar healed on his right peck, and Wednesday realizes he is shirtless. He strides towards her and his footsteps boom throughout the room.
While placing a hand on his throat to stop him, her eyes open wide and once again she feels the peppermint scented breath against her cheek. Tyler raises his hand and for a second Wednesday is about to snap it, when instead he grasps the back of her head while lightly tugging on her right braid. For the first time since their kiss, Wednesday feels a fire inside her that only he can ignite. She firms her grasp at the side of his neck and his head is immediately tilted back with a long exhale leaving through his lips. He tugs at the base of her head, a moan inadvertently escaping, and she gets used to the feeling of his hardness against her.
She leans into his neck and bites it soft enough to not rupture his skin yet hard enough to make Tyler wrap his hands around her hips and throw her onto the bed. Wednesday holds her posture with her forearms on the mattress while one of her legs dips towards the floor, her body slanted to the side. Tyler approaches slowly now – his eyes never leaving hers – and carefully places himself within her legs, their faces once again centimeters away from each other. She tilts her head, closing her eyes, and he does not waste time.
As if she was his last meal, Tyler desperately kissed her. One of his hands travelled to her left cheek once more while the other grasped her hip to still her body. She responded grabbing his back with her nails, letting his tongue swipe over her own; a sloppy and needy sound coming out of both of them as his hand snaked itself underneath her shirt and around her waist, grasping the soft skin.
She moaned in his mouth, widening her eyes only to be met with his ocean blue gaze as he bit into her bottom lip. His back muscles contracted in protest of her piercing nails but she did not care, and neither did he. Moving to her collarbone, he sucked and bit the delicate skin while bringing both of his hands to wrap themselves around Wednesday's waist.
Tyler pushes her up and into his lap, Wednesday almost intuitively placing her legs around his waist. His mouth lets go of her skin and they stare at each other, breathless. She wondered if anything she knew about him was true, all of the information he told her was just meaningless, all of the laughs a simple trick. Wednesday stared into his eyes and slapped him - instantly felling throbbing through his jeans and onto her crotch. Smirking, she grabbed his face with one hand.
"Of course you'd like that, wouldn't you?" She spits out in a whisper, his eyes losing focus as she feels the throb again: this time rocking with it. Tyler solidifies his hold on her and rock her hips against his own, small whines leaving his lips. Wednesday arched her back to the sudden movement and bulge, feeling herself being sent to another dimension has their pace quickens.
Wednesday closes her eyes once more, but opens them to find herself breathless in Ophelia Hall.
She needs to see Tyler again.