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I.
The dimly lit crypt pulsed from the raging yellow flames of the candles that littered it. Cracked walls, dusty odor, loose rocks. The ruins were once mysteriously woven with questions and various intriguing details that were lost to time itself. Only now, Wednesday stood before the answer to those questions itself.
The pilgrim that had sealed off and cursed by her own ancestor, dearest Goody Addams, had finally risen from his slumber 400 years later. Though she certainly had seen taxidermies with far better appearances, there was no doubt that Joseph Crackstone was in their realm of reality once more. His words were laced with venom as he kept Wednesday frozen.
Her eyes remained steady on him as his full attention was drawn to her. She could see Ms. Thornhill — no — Laurel watching from the corner of her eyes with barely contained excitement fizzing through her body. Who knew normies had such a thirst for outcast blood.
”Goody Addams.”
“You haunt me still. You will suffer the same fate you bequeathed me.”
Despite mistaking Wednesday for Goody, Crackstone’s hatred for the Addams remained all those centuries.
The clear ringing of a sharpened blade filled the air as he pulled the weapon out. The psychic could only watch, paralyzed, as the pilgrim approached her.
A sharp jab was all it took for Crackstone to plunge the weapon into her torso.
Wednesday’s eyes widened and she felt excruciatingly pain surge through her body. Though she’d been subject to her own fair share of injuries and severities (perhaps more than a usual girl her age), there was nothing quite like the immobilizing agony that spread through her body at the intrusion of a blade.
”Now burn in the eternal fires of hell.”
She gasped as Crackstone twisted the blade into her flesh, a deadly squelching sound following the motion. Her hands reached to clench the blade the pilgrim was digging into her body as Crackstone only pushed the knife deeper in.
”Where you belong.”
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. But quite frankly, she supposed no one could have foreseen a sadistic resurrected pilgrim getting in the way of a heroic plan.
Small gasps of pain left Wednesday’s mouth as she stumbled backwards from Crackstone, who by now had turned to saunter out followed by Laurel. Swaying on her feet, she tried to keep herself upright as the deafening pain shot up and down her body.
But her body could not stand the agony for long as she slumped against the walls of the ruins. Wednesday could hear the two wretched normies waltz out of the crypt, shoes clacking loudly on stone floor as she slid down the cracked wall. With a final grunt she found herself on the ground completely, all too aware of the blade dug into her torso.
”Sweet dreams, Wednesday!”
Wednesday’s head turned to watch the two leave the crypt, doors shutting and extinguishing all the lit candles in the room. The crypt was plunged into darkness with the exception of the gentle moonlight seeping in from above.
Her breath came in short gasps as she held at the wound, watching blood seep through to soak her uniform. The wound burned and filled her abdomen with searing pain as she stared down at it. Each time she attempted to inhale more air her lungs filled with less and less each breath.
Wednesday half expected Goody to show up and offer some form of cryptic advice that would serve her no purpose in the afterlife but she found the room continued to remain deserted. There was no one here, only her.
Was this finally it for the eldest daughter of the Addams?
For her to perish under the blade of a revived pilgrim in an abandoned crypt?
At least she’d have an imaginative death. She could think of a number of objectively worse ways to die.
The blue light that washed over the cold ruins made her turn to stare through blurry eyes up at the gaping hole in ceiling. Moonlight continued to shine through, illuminating what the dozens of candles once had.
Time seemed to slow down as she watched with hazy eyes, the world slowly growing more and more bleary. The pain at her side continued to pulse and made her gasp each time a new wave of hurt filled her body, each more intense than the last. It felt like hours that she lay there in a blood-soaked uniform with a knife sticking out of her body. How much longer would it be before her body finally gave up on her?
…
A keening howl split the air.
Her eyes widened from their trance-like state.
It sounded all too familiar and dear to her.
There was no doubt in her mind that that howl was from none other than Enid Sinclair herself. The tone was so awfully hers that it made her heart clench as she screwed her eyes shut.
It appears she did manage to wolf out.
The thought brought the smallest of curves up to the edges of Wednesday’s lips.
Maybe this was a better gift than anything Wednesday could have planned.
Ever since the ravenette had arrived at the school, Enid had broken down barriers and walls that Wednesday had so carefully built up around her heart. She had wormed her way into her heart and made Wednesday think the impossible. The blonde-haired girl was her roommate, yes, but also her closest acquaintance. The person she could tolerate the most out of everyone.
The person she wanted to tolerate the most.
The way Enid had constantly stuck by her side like an insect stuck to a cobweb, always trotting along with a flicker of joy lighting her eyes. No matter how odd Wednesday was herself, she enjoyed her company and made sure the psychic knew it. They were “besties” so to speak.
And it made an abhorrent feeling brew in her stomach.
It had taken a fair amount of time before she could really comprehend it but the Addams had found herself in a tricky situation.
At some point she had stopped minding the werewolf’s insatiable urge to fill their shared dorm with ugly stuffed animals. Or her tendencies to overshare incredibly invasive facts about the teenagers that populated their school. Or her insistence on combing her hair after she had finished towel drying it. Or her small giggles that filled the air when she was scrolling aimlessly through her phone, disrupting her silent writing time.
Wednesday has found herself feeling insufferable feelings that confused her. She’d thought she might’ve been losing her mind once more with the stream of thoughts that littered her black and white mind.
Enid’s company became something she sought. She felt things she swore had been voided from her consciousness. Being around the werewolf and watching her be her own irritably idiotic self brought a dust of pink to the stoic girl’s face.
Wednesday had certainly never expected to want to spill cyanide in Ajax’s drink every time she saw the gorgon brushing shoulders with Enid. Nor did she expect to find her heart thrumming in a borderline series of heart palpitations whenever Enid got too close. Every thought she had seemed to tug it’s way back to Enid and she wanted to throw up… but in a good way.
Her initial hypothesis was that she wanted to kill Enid and this was her body’s way of alerting her of the imminent threat the werewolf posed. While that certainly would be easy enough, it didn’t feel quite right.
Unfortunately for the psychic, this hypothesis indeed proved to be wrong. She eventually concluded that she had finally succumbed to the curse that made her gag at the sight of her enamored parents.
The Addams’ curse.
The one that made them love to lengths no other human could possibly comprehend.
Lamentably, the pig-tailed girl appeared to be no exception to this inherited trait. As a result, she decided to instead do what she’s never imagine she ever would. To commit the greatest crime in Wednesday Addams’ book of ‘Unacceptable Actions’ (that may or may not include subjects like ‘wear pink’ or ‘buy a cellular device’).
She would stoop incredibly low for this blonde-haired werewolf that had come to captivate her with her charming presence. Her blue eyes, incredibly odd sense of fashion, her quirky features that had bewitched her into falling head over heels for her. Like a fly trapped in the jaws of a carnivorous flytrap, Wednesday found herself committing an atrocity for Enid.
She would engage in nauseating displays of romance that her parents were so completely enthralled with.
In other terms?
Court Enid Sinclair.
Wednesday remembers spending hours at her desk, wasting them away on staring at the blank sheets of paper fitted into the antique typewriter. Her writing time had ended up being eaten away by this absolutely aggravating activity that proved to be no simple task. She wanted to express her sentiments to the werewolf in an eloquent and direct manner but each iteration of the letter was worse than the last.
Paper after paper was discarded and thrown out by Thing as she sat with her hands ruffling her bangs, completely stumped for the first time in her life. She hadn’t even realized it was possible to stutter using a typewriter until she was discarding the paper.
None of the words came out the way she wanted them to and by the time Enid had skipped into the room, she crumbled another draft and settled for working on her story instead.
Laying awake during a sleepless night, she decided that a letter wouldn’t do. No, the words she had to express to Enid were better off said in person than through some substandard piece of writing.
She would do it properly or not at all.
So that was the day she began planning for, as she liked to call it, ‘The Most Horrific Day of My Life.’
A blood moon would occur a little over a month after her elaborate scheming had begun. Wednesday had planned on confessing the revolting emotions that Enid caused to so mercilessly plague her life.
She was set on bringing along a physical display of her devotion but she supposed Enid would be more puzzled being handed a small dagger than impressed. Ok, a disgusting bouquet of pink and blue roses. Thorns still intact, of course. The dagger was shoved amongst the abundance of blossomed plants, nestled between a single black rose and a pink one. She found the knife itself to be a romantic display itself with its magnificently carved hilt and stunning gold accents. The display simply wouldn’t be complete without it. It also wouldn’t be a Wednesday Addams bouquet without a few personal touches.
The psychic would channel her inner author to create a string of enchanting words in an attempt to capture Enid’s heart. For her blackened heart belonged to the werewolf now, hopelessly devoted to her. If Enid asked her to tear out her heart, Wednesday would deliver it to her on a silver platter.
Despite the nervousness that felt like spiders crawling along her skin, she refused to back down. On the perfect blood moon would she take such a grand leap into a new chapter of her life. Whether Enid accepted her attempts at courtship or flatly rejected her, her life would never be the same afterwards knowing how deep an Addams’ love can truly run.
Her plans were disrupted when she found herself one day having an electrifying vision of Tyler being the Hyde only to end up in the sheriff’s office for attempting to torture it out of him. Her attention had fixated on this monster and his master at this neck-breaking vision. If the school were to burn down, Enid would certainly not be in a state of mind to listen to an overwhelming Addams’ confession.
Into the conservatory she went to lure the plans out of Laurel and Tyler with Principal Weems. She would stop this plan before it could be set in motion. But Wednesday didn’t realize she would be walking right into the pathway of the burning school all by herself.
The trip to the glass house filled with greenery ended with a shovel to her head and her witnessing the most confusing events even her vast imagination could hardly comprehend.
A small sigh left the pained girl’s cracked lips as she continued to replay the month leading up to her troublesome circumstances. Had it not been for that lousy vision, maybe she would’ve spent her day oblivious to the true criminals walking around and focused entirely on Enid. A sharp pain shot through her abdomen and now she really did curse the visions that her mind managed to conjure.
The seeping crimson liquid continued to spill freely and drench its surroundings. The scathing wound pulsed with searing pain each time Wednesday inhaled a short breath. Air was filling her lungs less and less each time and her vision was becoming bleary. A headache that felt like pinpricks made its presence known as Wednesday groaned in misery.
Dying wasn’t exactly as exciting as she had imagined it to be. She wouldn’t even be alive to be granted the fortune of witnessing the sensation of being buried in the cold ground either.
She’d have much rather felt the sensation of poison within her veins as she confessed her profound affection towards the werewolf that had caught her cold gaze than remain in the predicament she found herself in.
Wednesday’s mind was becoming a haze of scattered thoughts and final words.
Her family would be devastated of course. That she certainly could imagine, the look of pure horror on their faces.
She wondered in her teenage rebellion, even on death’s doorstep, if her mother would mourn her as deeply as she had mourned Gomez’ incarceration. Gomez would be deeply disturbed by the news of her daughter being slaughtered. Pugsley would cry, obviously.
Maybe she would haunt them as a ghost. It was the least she could do after dying unexpectedly and providing an inconvenience.
Who she worried about the most however wasn’t her parents or brother.
She was concerned over how Enid would react to the news of her passing away. Her body tensed at the thought of Enid being in distress over her before promptly relaxing at the painful reminder of the knife lodged in her.
Maybe in some other universe she would have successfully expressed her brewing emotions to Enid on this day. The werewolf would’ve been overjoyed at the thought of Wednesday Addams, the coldest person at the school, having feelings for her.
Maybe they would have gone on some dreadfully sweet dates and Wednesday would have gotten the opportunity to watch her ramble for hours about nonsense.
They would have gone shopping and Wednesday would have never complained once if it meant she could be by the werewolf’s side. Buying sickeningly colorful platters of food, Wednesday would have smiled more than she ever had on a good day. All of it would have been for Enid and Enid alone.
Then when they went home, Enid would insist on wearing their matching striped pajamas that they had bought while out and about. Wednesday would initially be unconvinced but reluctantly wear it so as to not hurt the werewolf’s feelings. Thing would give her a thumbs up and sharp embarrassment would flood the psychic’s body but she would still wear it. Bright pink for Enid and black for Wednesday because Enid cared about Wednesday and her state of comfort.
She always did.
At night they’d lay on separate sides of their dorms but Enid would get lonely despite the insane abundance of stuffed animals to accompany her. She would sit on the edge of her comforter and stare longingly at Wednesday’s contrasting room of shadows until Wednesday commented on her staring.
Wednesday would tell her to come over and they’d both lay side by side under the black covers as moonlight trailed into the room from their huge divided window. The pig-tailed girl would stare at Enid’s face under the dazzling moonlight and think to herself that she may be the most gorgeous thing she’d ever had the fortune of seeing. Not even shadowing a full autopsy could compare to the sight of Enid under the shining moonlight.
A chilly hand would reach up to brush a loose blonde lock of hair from Enid’s pale face and it would linger as they stared into one another’s eyes. Enid’s mystical eyes would twinkle with mischief and wonder, enraptured by the sight of the goth girl’s delicate gesture.
Her hand would move to caress her cheek and a thumb would gently trace her cheekbone. Enid would offer a shy smile and Wednesday thought she might promise her entire life to Enid Sinclair.
Where she currently found herself wasn’t how it was supposed to end but she could not fight against the fate that consumed her. Wednesday was moments away from falling into an eternal slumber.
She felt her hands relax around the site of the wound and an immense feeling of exhaustion flood her body. All this running around and fighting with the supernatural really had taken a toll on her. The psychic supposed she may as well let go here. No one would find her until she was long gone anyway.
Wednesday closed her weary eyes and felt the last bits of her consciousness slip away. The throbbing headache was beginning to subdue and the immense pain in her abdomen was becoming nothing more than an ache.
With a final breath, her body relaxed and she felt the weight slipping from every atom that made up her body. The pale moonlight cast gentle light upon the face of the drifting psychic.
She hoped Enid would be okay.
. . .
II.
“Wednesday!”
Pink boots trampled along the forest and its leafy undergrowth. Each step echoed a crunch of dozens of dead leaves as the fog filled the blonde’s vision.
“Wednesday!”
Her voice rang out in the empty forest, crossing hundreds of lined trees that had long lost their beautiful growth. Desperation was the only emotion clearly displayed on her face as her breaths came heavy and short. Each second that passed felt like an eternity as she made her way to Crackstone’s Crypt.
When Thing had scrambled to her room and onto her bed to sign frantically, she swore she had felt her heart drop. Because of course the normie that had given her such bad vibes was the one that betrayed Wednesday in the end. Of course the teacher that had taken so much attentive care of the two was actually the wicked sister of a long-dead Garrett Gates. What a shitty movie.
Her blood ran cold at the thought of Wednesday being put in direct harm’s way and the dirty tricks they had used on her roommate to deceive her. She had immediately set on finding her while the Nightshades evacuated the school. Her Wednesday was in trouble, she couldn’t let her fight them all alone.
“Thing, we’re almost there!”
Thing tightened his grip to signify he had heard as Enid picked up the pace, determined to use her strong legs to carry her there rapidly. Her emotions were at an all time high and she felt such a strong sense of urgency, she was surprised it didn’t kill her on the spot.
As if on cue, something inside her snapped and suddenly the werewolf felt herself tumbling to the ground, a yelp of surprise coming out of her mouth. She felt Thing be thrown off of her shoulder and somewhere nearby but she couldn’t focus for long before sickening cracks filled the air.
Lying curled on the floor, she let out a few noises of pain as her body began to move in ways she had never felt before. It felt as if her bones were growing and breaking at the same exact time, crunching into place. Her flesh had the same sensation to being stretched and pulled to overlap her growing bones. When she looked up, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that her nose had begun to darken.
Her ears were being stretched out and she felt her hair on her arms become much denser and fuzzier. There was only one thing that could possibly explain this whole phenomenon that she was going through.
“Oh my god!”
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!”
She was wolfing out. Her fingers grew longer and furrier as long, sharp claws accompanied them. Thing watched curiously from where he had been thrown as Enid became a half-wolf.
“It’s happening!”
The werewolf growled half in pain and half out of instinct. “Thing I’m wolfing out!”
More growls continued to force its way out of her and each one became deeper and deeper. Enid was growing and breaking all at the same time as her body transformed into a beast. She noticed how she could now hear the subtle shifts in Thing’s movements and footsteps deeper in the forest. Her vision had become much brighter and she could see through the dark far more clearly.
Most noticeably of it all, she was becoming much taller and felt much, much stronger. Her muscles rippled with newfound energy and fatigue was wiped from her body.
Turning her head, she looked up at the now bloodied moon and let out a ghostly howl.
Now a full beast, she focused on the direction she had been traveling. Wednesday was in danger and her wolfing out could’ve never chosen a more convenient time.
“I’m coming Wednesday!”
As Enid raced through the forest, she could only imagine the shock that would cross Wednesday’s face when she saw her. She finally wolfed out for crying out loud! If there were anyone she was excited to show, it was her roommate.
Her legs quickly closed large distances as she raced through the forest in bliss. The psychic meant so much more to her than she’d probably ever know. She was someone who never saw her differently, full werewolf or not. Wednesday saw Enid for who she was, never what she should be.
Even if the gothic girl would scoff at such sentiments, Enid would forever hold her close to her heart for it. When she’d been rejected all her life, constantly shamed for being less than perfect by her mother, and constantly berated for not wolfing out, Wednesday was a shining light in her gloomy days. Or maybe shadow in her brightest days would work better for her whole vibe but whatever it didn’t hold the same message.
Anyway, Enid adored the psychic. She was her best friend and it turned out that those feelings had become something more. Having found out only a month or two ago, it was embarrassing how she’d come to the realization.
During a night over at Yoko’s when they were having their weekly 1 am talks, Enid brought up her confusing feelings towards her roommate. The vampire had listened intently as she painted Enid’s nails on the floor of her bedroom, humming thoughtfully. Her rambling filled the room and Enid let her thoughts flow.
By the end of it, Yoko was screwing the cap of the nail polish bottle and staring at Enid. “God. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were in love with her or something. Since when did this girl cause you so much distress?”
Enid sighed and lolled her head to the side. “It’s just.. I don’t know! I like her but she’s so irritating but I can’t not have her there!”
Yoko blew air on the freshly painted nails. “Why not?”
“First of all, she’s my roommate. I can’t like just kick her out or anything. Second of all, I miss her! It’s so weird, I get lonely without her there no matter how much she annoys me! It’s like I miss her creepy stare and her freaking crazily loud typing. Like seriously, who has a typewriter in the 21st century?!”
Word of advice, never trust your thoughts after 12 am.
The smug, toothy smirk that crossed the vampire’s face after being told that made Enid want to eat her words.
“Oh, this is interesting all right.”
“What? What is it?”
“Girl I think you have a crush on Wednesday Addams.”
Enid sat dumbfounded for a few moments as the two outcasts stared at one another. One with a face frozen in shock as the realization hit her and the other with a cheeky grin.
That night ended with Enid screaming into a pillow and Yoko cackling at her despair.
So it was true, Enid might have the smallest crush on Wednesday and may have wolfed out in her name. And yeah, she may want confess her feelings for the odd goth girl and to take her out on a date even if it was to a cemetery, but whatever!
She likes Wednesday Addams, it’s true!
Yoko had been fifty-fifty on encouraging her to confess and discouraging her from confessing. Enid was unsure of how she could possibly ever.
She was planning it out and her thoughts usually drew to her inviting Wednesday out for a girl’s night only to confess her feelings at some extravagant place affordable to a broke teenager.
Maybe she could take her to an abandoned house rumored to be haunted in these exact woods. Or maybe she could take her to the dock of the lake and present her with a beautiful skull necklace she’d found at Uriah’s Heap (even if Enid thought it was kind of creepy).
There were all sorts of ideas she had for this possible confession and now her confidence had grown ten folds by her wolfing out. If she could surpass the impossible, she could certainly have the guts to confess to Wednesday Addams of all people now!
Crackstone’s Crypt was close ahead, she could see the faint outline now. ”Hold on Wednesday! I’m almost there!’
Her thoughts were cut short when she noticed a small figure up ahead. The brown-furred werewolf slowed down as she gazed upon the figure she now recognized to be Tyler Galpin. Her fangs barred as she stared down the hated barista.
’Always knew something was off about you.’
To her surprise, Tyler began to undergo his own transformation. The process seemed far less painful for the barista as he turned into a monster himself, groaning as his body became the Hyde they all had dreaded seeing. With bulging eyes, the green monster stared with nothing but hatred and rage at the werewolf before him.
Enid snarled and raced towards him, determined to get to Wednesday as fast she possible. Not even a monster nearly twice her size would stop her from finding her. Slamming into his front, she watched as Tyler was flung against a tree. She let out a grunt as she shook her brown fur, carefully eyeing the Hyde.
She did not expect for long, nimble but muscular arms to swipe and throw her off balance. As Enid was thrown to the ground, she felt pricks of scratches and mulch cling to her body. Steadying herself, she rolled out of the way just as the Hyde’s claws reached down in an attempt to scourge out her eyes. The werewolf slashed his legs and the monster reached to swipe at her forearms.
The back and forth went on for a few minutes, desperation beginning to embrace Enid as she continued to gaze back at Crackstone’s Crypt. Wednesday was in there, she knew it! Tyler was deliberately delaying her arrival and Enid certainly wasn’t about to lead the monster to her.
The minor distraction caused her sharp pain to fly across her face. She howled as razor-sharp claws scored marks along her face, blood flying off in droplets. The sight of the crimson liquid made her queasy and her face felt as if it were on fire, but she reared back and snapped at the arm of the offending creature.
Honed white teeth sunk into flesh as the monster growled, shaking the werewolf clung to him roughly. No matter how courageous Enid may be, Tyler was still roughly double her size in this form. His unpredictable behavior and violent nature that seemed to not slow down despite the pain radiating through his body was simply not human.
A horribly long hand reached down to grasp her teeth and pry her off, lifting her effectively from his arm. Enid writhed under his grasp as the bitten arm pulled back and shoved her against a tree by the neck. He pushed her harder into the truck of the tree and lifted her high, bark digging into her skin at the movement. She suddenly became far too aware of how defenseless she was at that moment, huffing as exhaustion from fighting set in. The werewolf clawed at his chest and felt the monster’s muscle tear away under her colorful claws.
The other Hyde’s arm that wasn’t currently occupied with holding Enid down was hauled up. It firmly grasped the werewolf’s head within its hand and Enid realized then that he was attempting to break her neck. Panic plumed in her chest as she felt pressure being put on her head and her neck start to burn in agony. The Hyde’s horrific face growled with jagged teeth into Enid’s, set on killing Enid where she was.
‘No! No, no, no!’
Enid’s struggles were in vain for she was no match for a raging beast. As she screwed her eyes shut and prepared for the worst, a gunshot rang through the air. The werewolf slammed into the ground as the Hyde focused his attention on the source of the shot.
’Shit, who’s here now?’
Enid recovered quickly from the fall, an ache still present in her neck from the pressure but relieved to be free. Glancing around, she caught sight of Jericho’s sheriff.. Tyler’s dad. His face was contorted with a mixture of confusion and shock, clearly baffled by the monster.
Oh no, Tyler was racing right towards him. It certainly wasn’t for a father-son hug either. As much as Enid didn’t trust the sheriff, she was not about to let him get slaughtered by his own son.
Enid shot off like a bullet towards the Hyde and slashed her claws across his face. ’Hah, that one is for the scratches on my face!’ The monster growled in pain before turning back to stare at Enid.
This time, Enid would make the first move. She sliced again and watched the monster snarl at the sudden offense. Moving in to throw him off balance again, the two tousled in a flurry of claws and teeth. ‘This is for my best friend! This is for all the times you freaking manipulated her and used her!’
It felt good to get her rage out in some way. Usually it took form of chewing on her pencils until they splintered or ripping apart a stuffed animal (which she would promptly regret),but nothing compared to going all out on someone who deserved it. As she was thrown off, her mind anchored back to Wednesday. Right, playtimes over you big, stupid monster!
The brown-furred werewolf huffed once more before racing towards the recovering monster. With a swift kick to his chest, he was sent flying backwards and knocked harshly into a broken trunk. She stopped for a few moments and stared at the monster now heaving with fatigue. The Hyde was floored and showed no intention of getting back up again.
Now that that’s taken care of..
‘Wednesday!’
Despair filled her body as she quickly ran a path towards the abandoned crypt. Her heart thrummed heavily in her chest like a bird trapped in a cage. Her wounds stung but she was numb to the throbbing scratches as her mind was focused entirely on finding her roommate.
Reaching the entrance of the place that always gave her the creeps she slowed down. Her eyes trailed the aging stone and she snorted. To think all of this had occurred within ten minutes, what a night!
As she reached to open the door she noticed her body begin to transform once more. Far less painful than when she became a werewolf, she nevertheless groaned at the odd sensation of her body warping. Her bones cracked and flesh ripped internally but the process went by far quicker and she was down to her normal human form before she knew it.
Albeit far colder, she noticed the chilly Vermont air was brushing against her roughened up body. Only then did she realize she was completely exposed to the elements, werewolf form having torn apart her clothing. She suddenly felt very self conscious about being seen in this state but there was no time to go and look for anything that might have been salvaged from her brutal transformation sequence.
Opening the door, the battered up girl gazed around the uninviting space. Rows of unlit candles held on candelabras filled the space as she warily took in the surroundings. Huge shadows swallowed the haunting area as a chilly breeze caused the werewolf to shiver. It seems like no one is in here anymore.
“Wednesday!” Enid hissed through clenched teeth, eyes blown wide with worry and in an attempt to use her enhanced vision. Moonlight streamed through the lines of stone and cast the entire room in an ethereal blue light.
Pushing the door open, Enid rushed in and promptly slammed it shut while never taking her eyes off of the area in front of her. It was completely vacant as far as she can tell but it reeked of the metallic scent of blood and ash from candles that were lit moments before.
That is, until she laid her eyes on an unmoving figure slumped against a wall straight in front of her. The scent of Wednesday filled her nose and Enid felt relief erupt through her body as she rushed forwards to clamber up the steps.
“Wednesday! Oh my god, oh my god.”
Her voice rang out clear as a bell in the empty room as she rushed to her best friend.
That relief was wiped in an instance when she noticed a disturbing item sticking out of her stomach and blood pooling around the small body of the girl.
Enid felt her heart drop.
No, no, no, no!
“Wednesday, oh my god what happened!?” She shrieked as she reached by instinct to pull out whatever was harming the person that mattered most to her. Her hand immediately drew back when one of Wednesday’s lessons that almost caused her to pass out of nausea passed through her mind.
’Don’t pull out the weapon.’
Enid’s hands were frantic and her breath was coming in short gasps now, as if she were running a marathon and didn’t know when to stop. “Oh my god, no!” She reached a dirt-ridden hand to Wednesday’s face and tapped her cheek gently but with enough force to hopefully wake her up. Enid hoped she was confusing her usual cold-blooded temperature to that of a corpse. Wednesday was always cold.
“Wednesday come on, wake up! I have to get you to the infirmary, like, right now!”
The psychic did not respond to the touches. Her head simply moved at the disturbance but her eyes were shut as if in a peaceful slumber. Enid felt tears springing on the sides of her eyes as her lips trembled. She was practically begging that Wednesday suddenly rise from her current state under the excuse of an awful prank. Enid would be infatuated with her for like, ever, but she would be glad she was safe.
“Wednesday, this is totally not funny! Wake up, we have to go check on Nevermore! I already took care of Tyler— but we need to go back to the academy. Wednesday!”
But Wednesday still wasn’t responding.
She stood up and quickly paced the room, unsure of what to do as she buried her hands in her matted hair. Run and call for help? But she didn’t want to leave Wednesday all alone here. Maybe she could turn into a werewolf again and carry Wednesday carefully within her arms. Staring up at the moon shining in through the hole in the ceiling, she willed herself to transform.
Of course it didn’t work. It wouldn’t, Enid wasn’t surprised.
No matter how hard Enid tricked herself into believing that Wednesday was simply being cruel, she knew that there was no one behind those emotionless eyes anymore. There was no heartbeat to indicate the psychic was simply in a critical state. The tidbits of warmth Wednesday used to carry around were wiped from her body, leaving her cold.
Cold and lifeless.
“Wednesday..”
Her voice was nothing more than a whisper. It cracked as she stared down at the body of her best friend.
Shock seemed to finally rise from Enid’s body as she collapsed to the floor beside Wednesday and reached out to bring her closer. Tears streamed down her puffy eyes as she let the first sob rack her body. The werewolf brought the psychic’s head to gently rest on her arm, cradling her as if she may break. As if she were the most fragile thing the universe had to offer.
Her other arm draped over her body in a protective way. This shouldn’t have happened. This wasnt what was supposed to have happened. The world became lost in a frenzy of tears as they continued to flow from her eyes. Her hands and legs became even more bloodied and messy as the crimson liquid already staining the floor coated her skin.
Wednesday’s blood.
Where did it all go wrong?
When did she let her guard down and let this happen to Wednesday?
It had all slipped away so fast. Wednesday was gone.
There would be no girl’s nights out to come. There would be no more petty disputes over the tolerable volume of Enid’s pop music or arguments over Wednesday’s loud, clacking typewriter. Enid would never hear the mournful song of an oversized violin ringing through their dorm room at ungodly hours of the night. She would never be berated about her horrifying cell phone usage and taunted for her devotion to her favorite singers again by the girl that shared dorms with her. There would be no more matching outfits nor awfully rude comments about everything Enid did.
Days of morbidity and macabre were over as there would be no one to hold those traditions within Nevermore.
Enid had never even confessed how she felt to the smaller girl.
And she never would.
She would never get the chance to nervously word vomit how she felt to Wednesday and close her eyes as she prepared for the worst. She’d never know if she liked her back or could care less about how the werewolf felt towards her. Wednesday would never know that Enid had wolfed out and it was all thanks to her.
Enid would walk home alone rather than hand in hand with Wednesday.
They were supposed to walk back to Nevermore together and stop Crackstone together. Enid would’ve had Wednesday’s back and fought four additional Hydes if it meant keeping her safe. But there would be no intense battle scene nor wordless affection to fill Enid’s gaze as she stared over at Wednesday.
Rather than visit a cemetery with Wednesday on some incredibly odd mission that made Enid’s hair stand on end, she’d find herself alone before a gravestone.
A smooth gravestone etched with Wednesday’s name on it.
Tears continued to fall down her cheeks as she rocked slightly, lips trembling from cold and grief. What was she to do without the person that mattered most to her? The future seemed so dull now, so utterly dark and confusing. Maybe Wednesday could have made sense of it. Exploring the unknown was her specialty after all.
She brought a bloodied hand up to the still girl’s face to brush some strands of raven black hair away from her face but stopped moments before touching her skin. Enid wiped her hand on her bare thigh to remove the blood before reaching up to pull the hair away from Wednesday’s face.
Even in death she looked gorgeous. The dim moonlight painted her face in a blue tone that made her look like a ghost. Dancing freckles along her nose and cheek turned her face into a night sky speckled with stars, each one shining bright and whispering stories of Wednesday’s adventures. Adventures Enid would never hear spoken out loud. Her wispy hair framed Wednesday’s face and brought out her facial features to haunt anyone who starred too hard.
Only Wednesday Addams made death seem like a beautiful thing. And perhaps it was, Wednesday had a knack for making things that were horrific sound like they were the prettiest things in the world.
The thought brought a lump to the werewolf’s throat that would be difficult to swallow. What kind of sick joke was this? Hiccuping and sobbing, Enid let out a wretched wail into the quiet air.
Left in desolation with the corpse of her best friend nestled amongst her arms, Enid’s whimpers and sobs echoed throughout the empty crypt.
The world felt much colder now.