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The structure reveled in the wind, dark, strong and surrounded by tall trees. One by one, the students arrived, some excited, most uneasy with the constant reminder of last year's events. They were right to be so, as not every school goes through a mystical murderous event like Nevermore had. But all was fine now, the school was saved, their - now undead - principal had returned and a new term was about to begin.

The blonde werewolf girl, who had fought a Hyde in defense of her best friend, was one of the few enthusiastic students - her reasons not at all related to that of her peers. She was sitting on her bed, at her, rather colorful, side of the room at Ophelia Hall. Her right leg bounced up and down, repeatedly, as she waited for her roommate Wednesday Addams.

Wednesday Addams was an odd girl. Not her fault, the Addams were indeed very kooky, as much as it took to be considered outcasts within the outcasts. That never bothered Wednesday nor her family, they were happy - or miserable, in Addams vernacular - to be the weirdos of the world, it was far more than a lifestyle. That being said, Wednesday was quite a figure; she had psychic visions, an allergy to colors and a taste for the morbid. She was also Enid's roommate and best friend.

The werewolf knew her roommie was close when she smelt her scent, it getting stronger with each passing second. That was an update: her senses were stronger than ever, thanks to her new status as an actual werewolf. She had shifted for the first time the year prior, and during a blood moon no less! It was all her parents had talked about over the break, although she had not disclosed the circumstances of her transformation for fear of what it might mean. Werewolves were supposed to be powerless during blood moons and Enid had no idea what that made her. Of course, on her first transformation with her pack, it was clear she had become a big strong wolf, as big as their current alpha - if not bigger -, but Enid had no reason to display her strength, she had focused on hunting small prey precisely for that. Her mind was set, she'd ask Wednesday for help on how to proceed.

Thinking of how lucky she was to have a roommate as intelligent and resourceful as Wednesday Addams, Enid watched a disembodied hand enter her dorm.

— Well, hello Thing! — The blonde greeted, a huge smile taking hold of her face.

The hand gestured excitedly.

— How was the break, any fun?

The hand then pointed to the room entrance and tapped their fingers on the wooden floor.

— Oh, well, I'm sure she won't mind if you tell me!

— I will. — Declared, in a monotone, Wednesday, who'd just entered the room. Her steady and silent pace slightly scaring Enid with her sudden appearance.

— Wednesday! For the Moon, don't show up like that! — The werewolf pleaded, opening her arms as a way to ask permission to hug.

— You scare too easily, — she stated simply, — and yes, you may hug me this time.

Enid beamed and closed the space between them eagerly. She was beyond happy now that her best friend arrived, and even more so with the permission to hug. Wednesday was someone who set very clear boundaries and took no pleasure in physical touch, so Enid took each opportunity as a precious gift from the Moon herself.

— I missed you so much, — the blonde whispered, as they let go of their embrace — did you miss me?

— Your absence was not appreciated.

— Wow, Willa, that's so sweet of you to say! — Her smile was blinding, as her friend rarely admitted to feeling anything other than indifference.

— It was merely an answer to your question, Enid. I'll get settled now, you may distract Thing if you wish.

And so did Enid, rushing to give the hand a long promised manicure and to gossip about their respective breaks. They did so as Wednesday placed her assortment of black objects carefully ordered on her side of the room. The brunette would occasionally intervene and change Thing's versions of some stories that included her, finding it extremely necessary to voice her own, more accurate, point of view.

To say the young wolf was amused was an enormous understatement. She'd never believe anyone who dared suggest she and her roommate would ever have such a natural dynamic someday. But then, looking to the other side of the room at the short brunette meticulously setting up her typewriter, the blonde couldn't help but grin. They were friends now, and her heart begged for more.

The first day back to Nevermore went by swiftly, as the students tried to catch up with each other and adorn their dorms with old and new trinkets. Unbeknownst to all but one of them, the school year promised plenty of opportunities for them to be locked up in their rooms in absolute fear of stepping out. And just before bedtime, Wednesday's new — almost unused phone — chimed with a new message.

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— I haven't told you, but I'll need your assistance on a quite fun subject, — Wednesday started, bringing Enid's attention to her, — it seems I got myself a stalker, and I'm curious to find out who'd have such courage.

Enid's eyes grew wide, she was now sitting at the edge of her bed.

— What do you mean, stalker? What happened? — She inquired, her hands fidgeting.

— There's someone sending me digital messages, via mobile phone, ever since I got it, — Wednesday scoffed, — it's quite pathetic, as I do prefer letters written in blood, but I'm curious nonetheless.

— Uhm, that's... — the wolf struggled, — isn't that, like, scary?

— Not really, — the brunette shrugged, — they probably will get more courageous now that we're all back to Nevermore, so it'll be interesting.

Enid intertwined her hands, — You're too brave, Wends, but yes, I'll help you with anything, we're friends! — she smiled finally.

— Good. — The girl responded simply, walking towards her blonde roommate's bed and sitting beside her, — Read the messages I've received and see if they ring any bells. Maybe someone you've spoken to writes in a similar fashion.

The werewolf reached for her friend's phone and scrolled to the very first message. There weren't many, but quite expressive ones.

[Stalker] : hello addams

[Stalker] : you should not return to nevermore

[Stalker] : the school will never be safe for you

[Stalker] : i'll make it dangerous

Today

[Stalker] : welcome back, be ready to suffer an excruciating pain soon

— Well, that's creepy A.F.! But I don't really know anyone who'd write creepy stuff like that... I mean, besides you, Willa.

Wednesday seemed to introspect on her own behavior, her head tilting slightly to the right, she then breathed deeply as if meditating.

— I figured so, Nevermore does not have followers of the dark arts as it had in its golden age.

Saying that, the brunette simply resigned herself to her own bed. As she placed her hands on her chest and prepared to sleep, her mind drifted in thoughts of an exciting new year.

In the morning, as Enid woke up, Wednesday was nowhere to be found, leaving behind a perfectly made bed, with no signs of someone ever sleeping on it. Enid was always impressed by her roommate's neatness and waking hours; she could only pray her wolf would allow her to awake soon enough for class. With a big yawn and stretching her limbs lazily, she got ready for the day.

Their first class that day was not the most exciting, History, of all things, should not be that boring! But their teacher just wasn't the best, an over 200 year old vampire who spoke incredibly slowly as if every student had a century to spend in his class. Wednesday, obviously, was the only one who seemed engaged in his classes, always taking notes diligently. Enid thought that that was cute, to see her roommate all focused and stuff, but she herself could not avoid getting her own phone and scrolling mindlessly.

As soon as the class finished the students all scrambled to get out of the classroom and to the Quad for lunch. Enid hurried out as well, but waited for Wednesday in the corridor.

— Enid, — the brunette started as she approached her friend — I've had new developments today. During class, it appears.

Enid frowned, — Really? Dang it, I was too distracted on my phone to notice everyone else!

— Well, there is no reason to believe the stalker can only be someone from our class, — Wednesday argued.

— That's true, but still...

Their discussion was interrupted by a tap on Wednesday's left shoulder, — Hello, Thing, — she greeted the hand — anything new?

Thing answered in Morse code on her shoulder, "What were the messages this time?", it asked.

Wednesday grabbed her phone from her pocket and showed the contents of the one sided conversation with her stalker.

Stalker] : hello addams

[Stalker] : you look dreadful today

[Stalker] : meet me in the library. midnight.

Enid glanced worried at her friend, — You're not going, right? —, she asked knowing that her friend would do just that.

— Why shouldn't I? — Wednesday asked, unfazed, — It is surely a fast development of this whole stalker project, but I would not mind murdering someone tonight.

Chuckling, Enid ran her fingers through her hair, — You know what, Wends, I don't even know why I asked!

The rest of the day went by uneventfully, with Enid trying to reason her roommate out of that creepy meeting with a, from what she argued, complete stranger. Wednesday would not reconsider though, explaining precisely why she had no reason to fear the stalker, she didn't fear anything else anyway.

As the night crept in, Ophelia hall quivered with anxiety, two of its residents overly excited in their own different ways. The precise ticking of a clock was bothering the ears of a blond werewolf.

— I'll go with you, — Enid stated.

Wednesday, who'd noticed her friend's growing worries, decided to allow it, so she simply replied with a "If you must", and, as the clock settled at eleven, Enid followed Wednesday out of their room, her hands deep in her pocket.

Wednesday began to explain to Enid that she shouldn't worry that much, she had weapons concealed all over her body, when she heard the sound of air moving fast, as if being cut by something. She didn't have time to process it though, only registering Enid catching it mid air. The werewolf's hand was dripping in blood. She caught an arrow.

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Wednesday was excited. She relished in chaos and mystery and having a murderous stalker was definitely a delight, exceptionally so early into the school year. She was, however, angry with the fact that they’d hurt her friend. Enid was strong enough to endure a few arrows, but it did not mean she should have to. Whoever shot them would pay a heavy price for that, she was highly motivated now. Besides the excitement and anger there was also pride, for she couldn’t help but admire Enid’s strength, after all, she always admired werewolves and her friend was getting stronger every day.

— Well done, Enid, — she said simply.

— Thanks… I guess? — The blonde looked confused with her friend's tranquility.

— This stalker seems motivated but has an awful aim, — Wednesday scanned the area, eyes registering every centimeter of the place, — go back to our room, Enid, Thing will help you with your wound.

Enid furrowed her brows, — You’re not going to the library alone.

— Yes I will, you’re clearly hurt and I don’t need you in danger now that I know this isn’t just threats, — Wednesday started walking.

— Oh, shut up, Addams! — She jogged to keep up with Wednesday, — I’m a werewolf, I am danger! — She tried to sound scary with little success.

Paying no mind, the goth kept on walking towards the library with Enid by her side.

When they arrived at the library it was, as expected, empty. Wednesday started looking around, looking for clues, Enid behind her with her phone lantern, trying to help. Wednesday wondered what kind of traps could be waiting for her there, would the culprit show up now or was all a ruse? Probably the latter, she thought to herself, as it would be too disappointing to have it all revealed so fast. She was, however, very alert, — What is it?

— They’re not coming!? There’s two!?

— It’s too early to be certain. It could just be a lie to throw me off, confuse me. I’ll have to wait for more clues.

And saying that she walked, calmly, back to her room.

The next day was calmer. Enid had decided to spend her morning updating her friends on what happened the night before, so Wednesday used the time to analyze the recent events of her life, Thing helping her by brainstorming possible culprits. They were highly suspicious of Xavier, as he was the one to gift her a phone after all, so he was the first name on the list. Wednesday, however, thought it’d be too easy if it was indeed him, and was slightly worried about wrongly accusing him another time but she couldn’t deny it was a convincing theory.

In the midst of her musings, Thing warned her of her phone vibrating again on her nightstand. She unlocked it, curious.

[Stalker] wont you talk to me, little ghost?

[Stalker] must you be so cold? this is no fun

[Stalker] you look terrifying today, it pains me when you wear that hoodie

Wednesday froze. Immediately checking the room windows and all visible windows from the balcony. She couldn’t find anyone and it irritated her that they could obviously see her. She never wore that hoodie outside her room, it was comfortable but not menacing enough. She clenched her jaw and picked up her phone once again, decided.

[Wednesday] How long have you been watching me for?

[Stalker] not even a hello?

[Wednesday] I have no reason to greet someone I did not want to speak to. Answer my question.

[Stalker] its alright, i kinda like it when you’re a bit rude

[Stalker] its been a while btw

[Wednesday] What is your purpose?

[Stalker] you’re my purpose

[Wednesday] What is that supposed to mean?

[Stalker] that’s for me to know and for you to find out

[Stalker] hope you’re up to the challenge

[Wednesday] I’ll make you regret this. Beware.

After waiting a couple of minutes for a response, Wednesday figured she wasn’t getting one that soon. She sent Thing to fetch Enid and sat on her bed, reading the conversation over and over again, trying to decipher what it all meant. What intrigued her the most was their response as to what their purpose was, her, did it mean they wanted to kill her? That could be fun. But she felt it was something else.

Something else bothered her. If this stalker had really been watching her for a while, they’d certainly understand her way of being, which meant they clearly were trying to flatter her by calling her terrifying. So it had to be someone she already had been in contact with before, or, perhaps, someone who knew an Addams. ‘Doesn’t matter, I’m not falling for such pathetic tricks’, she thought, and decided to pay no mind to whatever they tried to do to confuse her. ‘Besides, my soul will never be taken from me’.

When Enid arrived Wednesday was laying in bed, looking at the ceiling. Enid approached her, slo

— Hey, Wends, — she called, — Thing said you got new messages, — her tone was soft, — can I see them?

Wednesday simply handed her friend her phone, the conversation still open. Enid read carefully, and Wednesday noticed her friend get progressively red, which intrigued her. Enid seemed to, also, read the conversation multiple times, scrolling up and down repeatedly, her brows furrowed. Some minutes later she set the phone on the bed and looked over to her friend.

— They’re flirting with you, — she stated as a matter of fact, — this can only be Xavier. I’m killing him myself, don’t worry though.

Wednesday lifted an eyebrow, — Why will you kill him? — she asked, as Enid wasn’t usually the one to jump into acts of wrath. It weirdly pleased her though.

— Because he’s — she stammered, looked up and tried again, — he could’ve killed me? He shot an arrow at us!

The blonde wasn’t being completely sincere with her motives, Wednesday could see it because she knew Enid always averted her gaze when she tried to lie. Now she was curious as to why Enid would hide what really bothered her.

— You said it yourself yesterday, it might not be the same person, — the smaller girl argued.

— Okay, then who is it? Because I’m not liking this, not a bit, — she said sharply.

— Enid, you were not that angry yesterday, why are you this angry now? Even if it is Xavier, he’s not really a threat.

Enid inhaled deeply, exhaling slowly. A smile took place in her face then, — You’re right, Wends, I shouldn't be so stressed out. Don’t worry about it.

Wednesday took her friend’s response without much trust, but decided to let it go temporarily. Enid always ended up confessing.

— I did not mean to discourage you, however. I rather enjoy seeing you this blood thirsty, — the goth added, — let’s have lunch, Enid.

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To say Enid was annoyed would be an understatement. No, she could not lose this time, she’d have to change her strategy now. At first she planned to take it easy, show Wednesday she was reliable and that could also be cool. She spent all summer training herself to be able to handle her friend’s gruesome tastes. She’d hunt, watched all sorts of gore movies and TV shows, even going as far as to help her mother clean some rabbits she brought home. It was no easy feat, in the beginning she cried multiple times from being so scared by the bloody movies she was watching, but it got easier, and she kept on going because she was highly motivated. She’d woo Wednesday Addams, by any means necessary. So, to know that so early into her plan someone was attacking Wednesday already really pissed her off.

Wednesday also seemed to be super excited, which obviously was turning her attention away from Enid, and Enid couldn’t even blame her for that for she knew how much the girl loved danger. She was, however, frustrated she wasn’t the one to provide said adventure.

“It doesn’t matter though,” Enid thought, “I’ll do it anyway, and it’s going to work!”

She kept it to herself though, she didn’t even want to share it with Yoko this time, it had to be her thing, it had to be well executed.

She sat beside Wednesday with her lunch in front of her, — So, Wends, who’d you think your stalker is?

— It’s too early to draw conclusions, Thing and I are still brainstorming, — she explained.

— Oh, can I help? Please?

— Yes, you may, Sinclair.

Enid ate quietly then because she knew Wednesday preferred to eat in silence and she wanted to please her, obviously. And as the day went by she kept on behaving like she believed Wednesday would be most pleased with her behavior. Most of it was just being quiet, which she had to admit was quite hard for her. Unfortunately she noticed little to no change in her roommate’s behavior towards her. By the end of day, as they headed back to their room, Enid felt quite defeated.

Unexpectedly, for Enid at least, Wednesday spoke on what should be her writing hour.

— Enid, you’ve been behaving differently today. Explain yourself, — she deadpanned.

— What do you mean? — Enid’s head tilted a little to the left.

Wednesday kept eye contact, never blinking, — You’re never as silent as you were today, and as much as I enjoy the peace, it seems I’ve gotten used to your rants so it’s off putting when you change so abruptly.

— Oh, — she felt her blood rush to her cheeks, — I thought you’d like to have a quiet day, that’s all, — she answered, and even though it was not the whole truth, she felt silly saying it.

— Do not change your behavior to suit me when it is such a characteristic part of your character. When I need you to give me space, I’ll let you know, but for now there’s no need for change, — the goth stated.

Enid opened her mouth trying to come up with something to say but failed, “Wednesday isn’t bothered when I speak!”, her mind was racing and her thoughts were slamming into each other, “She actually noticed my mood change, what!?”, and by being completely frozen in place, Wednesday made sure to bring her back.

— Enid, are you malfunctioning?

— Hm, no? — She tried. — Okay, I mean, thanks for the heads up! I’ll go back to normal then.

— Excellent. Now, please be quiet as I need my writing hour to be productive today.

And so Enid went back to her bed and to phone and earbuds, a big grin in her lips, happy as a kid with a bucket full of sweets on Halloween. Her heartbeat had increased significantly with the idea that Wednesday paid enough attention to her as to notice when she behaved differently. What could that mean? She hoped it meant her roommate already liked her a bit, which could definitely help her pursuits, so now she just had to make sure her next moves were successful enough to bring Wednesday’s attention to her in a positive manner. Plan Quiet hadn’t exactly worked how she wanted it to, but I surely brought good feedback and gave her a boost in confidence. “I will get you, Addams,” and so she made a new plan, Plan Blood Moon.

nid waited until Wednesday was completely done with her writing hour and slowly walked up to her roommate. Fidgeting, she sighed trying to bring attention to herself. Wednesday looked up to her, — Yes?

— Howdy Wends! Can you help me with something? — she asked tentatively, still fidgeting.

Without a change in expression, her friend responded simply, — Do you wish me to kill someone?

Enid chuckled, — No, silly! It’s just that… — she wondered how to explain what she needed, — remember when I transformed?

— Surely. Blood moon, murder attempts, stab wounds and so on.

— Well, I need help figuring out what kind of werewolves shift during blood moons… That’s a bit… rare?

— Yes, werewolves are powerless during blood moons. It has intrigued me deeply that you shifted that night.

“Oh, Wednesday was intrigued by me! Points for Enid.”, her face lit up. — So, will you help me figure it all out?

— I was planning on it even if you didn’t ask, — the goth got closer to Enid, — open your mouth and show me your wolf teeth, — she ordered as she cupped Enid’s face with her hands.

Enid felt herself turn scarlet with her friend's touch and demanding tone, but complied nonetheless. It felt overwhelming how pleasing it was to have Wednesday’s hands on her face, she could now understand why people would mention butterflies when talking about feelings, she could almost grasp them.

— Fascinating.

Trying to remain calm and to not move enough to cause Wednesday to loosen her grip, Enid asked — What’s fascinating?

— Your canines are impressive, I’m sure you could lacerate an average human being in less than 3 seconds, — the girl answered, unwavering, — besides that, you can control your transformation with ease, the books from the Addams’ collection mention it takes a lot of skill to do that so it is quite rare to find a werewolf that can do it easily.

The blonde’s eyes went wide. What could that mean? Was that a good or a bad thing? “Wait, she thinks I’m impressive, points for Enid again, suck it anonymous attacker!”, her thoughts drifted from the topic in question.

— You’re definitely stronger than an average werewolf but I have yet to find the downsides of your condition, and there is always a price to pay for power like this, — she concluded, letting go of Enid’s face.

Enid accidentally let out a small sigh of discontent, missing the soft touch, — Thanks Wends, you’re so knowledgeable! I’ll do some research at our school library as well and tell you if I find anything, — she smiled, — thanks for helping, really, I’ve been really worried about this whole thing.

— Do not fret, Enid, — Wednesday offered, — besides, I owe you my life, I’ll always help you.

And saying so, Wednesday retired herself to her bed, preparing herself to sleep, while Enid went over their conversation in her head. Then, laying in her own bed, she wondered if Wednesday would help her only because she saved her life. “Well that sucks, points off of Enid I guess…”

That night she dreamed only of Wednesday’s hands holding her face.

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Wednesday woke up to the sound of her phone vibrating. At that point she already knew what it meant: messages from her stalker, which did not frighten her in the slightest, but amused her a bit.

[Stalker]: dreadful morning i hope

[Stalker]: there’s a gift for you, outside your room

[Stalker]: pick it up

It seemed promising enough for Wednesday to get up, quietly so as not to awake her roommate. She wondered what it could be and hoped for a bomb or something of the sort, she always enjoyed it when her little brother tried to terrorize her with dynamite. She walked to the door and prepared herself for the worst, but, as she opened it, she couldn’t stop her eyebrows from slightly lifting. Right there in front of her, wrapped in black satin paper, was the darkest set of black dahlias she’d ever seen. Wednesday was somewhat disappointed as she quickly figured the flowers presented no threat, her sense of smell could not pick up on any poison coming from them. She did, however, admire the gift, as those were one of her favorite non-poisonous plants. She read all about the Black Dahlia case when she was just 5 years old and had since grown fond of the flower. Her mind almost drifted away with thoughts of murder as she picked up the gift and headed back into the room.

To no surprise, Enid was still completely covered, head to toe, under her blankets. Wednesday unwrapped the flowers with care, trying to keep the paper from making too much noise, looking for anything that could be used as a clue. She then saw a small card fall to the floor; she picked it up with care and analyzed the text that was beautifully written in blood-red ink. “Such meticulous penmanship,” she thought as she read the tiny message.

Your woe woos me.

It was all that was written. And even as the goth tried to read it backwards, under the fire of a lighter she carried in her pocket, upside and mirrored, that was all there was to it. She felt her stomach jump to her throat. What was the meaning of that? Who’d write such a thing to her, of all people? Was this some kind of silly game? She couldn’t bear it. “Such beautiful words, wasted on a stupid prank,” and even if her reasonable mind treated those words as a futile trick, a small — infinitesimal — part of her wished them to be true.

Wednesday shook those unnecessary thoughts off of her head and hid the note under her typewriter. There was no time to duel on such an obvious attempt to distract her, she had important matters to deal with, Enid had asked her for help, and she gave her word she would. She woke up Thing and set it to send her mother the flowers, knowing the hand dealt well enough with crows to make them deliver messages. She did not mention the origin of them, only saying her mother would understand. Her mother wouldn’t really, not yet, but the time it would take the bird to deliver the parcel would be enough for her to update her mother on what she needed from her.

Wasting no time after Thing left with the flowers, Wednesday walked over to Enid’s bed and called for her to wake up. It took a minute, but the blonde grumbled and accepted her fate.

— Morning, Enid.

— Good morning, Wends! — She tried to sound enthusiastic but accidentally let out a deep yawn, — did something happen?

The goth considered telling about the gift but decided it would be detrimental to their investigation as Enid tended to be way too excited about frivolous things, — Nothing significant happened, I’ve awakened you so that we can call my family and ask about your condition, — she explained, — I’m sure grandmother will have some hints at least and my mother often knows unexpected things.

— Oh, — Enid’s expression was puzzling to Wednesday, she seemed almost disappointed, — okay then! Put it on speaker, though, I wanna hear as well.

— We’re not using cellphones, Enid, — Wednesday pointed to her nightstand, in which she had set up her crystal ball, — for important matters I rather use methods I trust.

— Of course, — Enid grinned, — it makes more sense now.

The blonde got up and, still in her pajamas, moved herself to sit on Wednesday’s bed. Wednesday followed and sat by her side, and as they were close enough to the ball, she called her family home using a precise and old set of words in Latin.

The crystal ball made no ringing noise, it simply filled itself with gray smoke, revolving around itself, and Wednesday waited for someone to pick up. Her mother was usually caring for her garden at those hours, but Lurch was always aware of their phone .

It didn’t take longer than five minutes for the image of Morticia and Gomez Addams to pop up inside the ball. Enid gasped and seemed amused with the sight.

— Mother, father, — Wednesday greeted, — I suppose you remember Enid.

— Of course, my little viper, — her father answered enthusiastically, — any friend of yours is a friend to us!

— Hi! — Enid waved with a big smile, and the Addams waved back at her.

— Is grandma around? — Wednesday asked curtly.

— Yes, darling, she’s sitting on the opposite side of the table, — her mother answered, rotating her own crystal ball to show the figure of the Addams’ old witch, as grandma offered a sly grin.

— Well, let’s go straight to the topic then, I must inform you this is an urgent matter, —- she stated, — I need all the information you have on blood moon werewolves, as Enid herself transformed firstly during a blood moon, and we must understand the implications of such. I, myself, have done some research at the house library but to no avail.

Grandma Addams’ grin grew wide, her eyes sparkling with mischief, — That’s great news, blood moon werewolves are rare, last I've known of one was ‘round a couple of hundred years ago!

— Spill it out, — Wednesday ordered.

— I don’t have much myself, I know a lot of great potions that use blood moon werewolf blood and some use hair, so if your friend could spare some drops of her blood I’d be very grateful indeed!

— Enid is not a blood bank for your experiments, grandma, — Wednesday answered coldly, — anyone else has any information?

— Well, I could send some blood Mrs. Addams, I mean, I’d be pleased to help around! — Enid added in a positive tone, happy to be useful.

— That’s settled then!, — Grandma laughed.

— I’ll send you a journal I have of late cousin Surge Addams, darling — Morticia showed up again, — he studied a lot about werewolves and other creatures and I believe this specific journal has some of his research on blood moon ones.

— You could have just started with that, mother, — Wednesday pointed out, irritated, — but it’ll suffice, send us your raven with the diary, and we’ll send it back with a vial of Enid’s blood. Goodbye.

Wednesday covered the crystal ball with a purple velvet cloth and uttered another enchantment that cut the connection.

— Wednesday! — Enid seemed shook, — You could’ve at least said thank you, you know? That was rude.

The goth felt bothered by her roommate’s words, for some reason it didn’t please her that Enid thought her rude. As a matter of fact, she felt the need to explain herself in great detail as to why she was not rude, but she cut herself short, — They’re used to it, it won’t bother them, besides, grandma irritated me.

— Why, though?

— She requested your blood.

— Okay, but isn’t this, like, an Addams thing? I’m used to it by now.

Wednesday’s heart told her that it was different for some reason, Enid was out of bounds in some type of way, but her brain reasoned it out. It was no different, it was indeed an Addams thing, it was just blood. — You’re right, I misplaced my judgment.

— Well, at least it’s all alright! — Enid got up from the bed, — Thanks for asking your family to help, Wends, it means a lot.

— Don’t mention it, Sinclair, now you must get ready for class. I’ll leave you to it as I have other businesses to deal with, — and right after that the goth was walking out of the room, looking for Thing and wondering how long it would take for her mother’s raven to get to Nevermore.

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Enid loved learning about plants, she adored botany class because of that. There was just such a beauty to it, plants could improve lives but could also destroy them. Such peaceful creatures, just existing, could turn out to be your salvation or your demise. Plus, she loved the pretty flowers. Botany class was also one of the few she could keep up with her roommate, as Wednesday was some sort of young genius who knew everything, so it felt nice to be at her level at something. She was thinking about that as they went to Nevermore's green house when she heard Wednesday tell her to duck.

It was immediate, her brain wired to respond quickly in any threatening situation, she dipped and carried the goth with her in the process, trying to cover her up. She couldn’t tell right away what it was, but she heard it hitting a wall not far from the path they were walking. As she tried to check, however, another air cutting sound caught her attention. Another shot, and this time she took it willingly. There would be no time to catch it, it would end up leaving Wednesday uncovered, so she refused to move.

— Fuck! — She whimpered.

Wednesday casually threw Enid on the grass and got up, with a set of knives on her hands. She scouted her surroundings looking for the perpetrator of their attack but found no one. Whoever shot them had been quick to exit as soon as they hit Enid. Wednesday’s glare was murderous. She turned back to Enid.

As she presumed, her roommate had been pierced with the same type of arrow they had been shot previously. Wednesday felt herself grow mad with the sight of Enid covered in her own blood, suffering. She quickly picked up her friend, careful so not to touch the recent wound, and started carrying her towards the infirmary.

Enid seemed confused and was clearly distressed, — Let me down, Wends, I need to get whoever did this!

— You’re hurt and need care, there’s no one to be caught, I’ve checked, — she kept her pace.

— Well, let me go regardless! I’m a werewolf, I can heal in no time! — The blonde pleaded.

— I do not care. Stop moving and allow me to take care of you, — Wednesday ordered.

Enid complied and stopped moving, but felt herself grow extremely aware of her friend’s touch and realized she was probably as red as a blood at that moment. She tried to absorb as much of that feeling as she could, but her brain could not ignore the pain of the arrow on her back. It burned and she wanted it out of her as fast as possible. Another whimper escaped her.

— We’re almost there, Enid, — Wednesday tried to comfort her.

Enid kept herself quiet, not wanting to cry from the pain, instead focusing on the soft touch that was holding her up. It was a strong and tight grip, but it still felt so soft she was sure she could melt if in another scenario.

She tried looking at Wednesday’s face and regretted it deeply. Her roommate looked focused and menacing. Enid knew that meant Wednesday was very angry and eager to kill someone, she learned how to read her friend after all. However, that made her feel things she did not want to think about at that moment. “God, why does she have to be perfect in every way?”

Soon enough they were in their room and Enid was entirely confused.

— Wends, this is not the infirmary, — she began, — why did you bring me to our room?

Wednesday placed Enid at her own bed, not caring about the possibility of blood staining her black sheets, — They would make questions we cannot answer yet. Also, Thing knows how to deal with silver wounds better than anyone.

— Uh, what do you mean silver wounds? — Enid asked, scared.

— You were hit by an arrow with silver, I figured that the last time we were attacked after testing the point of the arrow.

— And you tell me that now?, — the blonde cried.

— I meant to tell you sooner. Please, do not move much, Thing’s here.

Enid heard the tapping on the wooden floor and recognized the pattern of her little friend’s walk, — What did you mean by “Thing knows how to deal with silver wounds”?

— Thing went on a trip with our cousin Howl, who’s also a werewolf, and learned a lot about it as they were attacked by werewolf hunters.

— Okay, I guess, — she replied, “Of course the Addams have werewolves in the family, how could they not?”

Thing asked Wednesday for several tools in the following minutes, arguing that silver had to be removed with care or it could leave permanent scars that would keep on hurting. Enid knew that, but she also knew she had caught the first arrow with her bare hands, gotten scraped up and healed just fine afterwards, so she wasn’t certain if that was really silver after all.

Wednesday, as if reading Enid’s doubts out of her mind, added, — It is rather curious that she healed so fast the first time, considering how little we cared for the wound. Would it be that being hit directly with it requires more care or maybe her blood moon wolf status makes your healing stronger? — she asked the hand working on stitching Enid’s back.

Thing stopped to quickly tap its answer, — I think she’s built different.

Wednesday nodded and returned to dutifully observing Enid. Enid noticed she seemed calmer now, but still menacing. She wished she could read her friend’s mind and figure out what was going on after all.

Meanwhile, Wednesday was thinking of the many different ways her father had taught her to kill someone. She was eager to figure out who was brave enough to hurt her best friend, she wanted to slice, and dice, and shred them. Her eyes could only see red, crimson visions of intestines being ripped from someone’s body, her hands dripping wet with her favorite scarlet liquid. She was ready to maim this time, the way she should have done with Tyler when she got him tied up to that chair, she wouldn't falter this time.

It didn’t take long for Thing to be done with Enid, as the disembodied hand was truthfully skilled. As it finished its stitches, Enid felt better already, glad the worst part of the pain was over. She managed to get up and go into the bathroom to change, she’d gotten very red once she realized her shirt had been ripped to make way for Thing to work. She felt better by reminding herself that only her back had been exposed. Her mind wondered, however, if Wednesday found her back ugly all stitched up and dirty with blood.

Enid shouldn’t have bothered to worry about it as Wednesday would be plagued by such vision for a while.

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Xavier was surprised when he got the note from Wednesday’s little hand friend that afternoon, telling him to meet at the archery practice camp, but he wasn’t one to turn down invitations from his crush, so of course he obliged. He was not surprised, however, with the girl’s murderous glare when he got there.

— Hey, Addams, what’s up?

— Hello, Xavier, — the girl responded, unwavering, — before you ask why I’ve summoned you here, I’ll explain, I’m here to challenge you to an archery duel.

The boy was confused, although slightly used to Wednesday’s antics, he found it suspicious for her to challenge him out of nowhere. There was clearly a hidden agenda.

— What’s in it for me? — He inquired, with a grin.

— What do you suggest? — Wednesday asked, not really interested in whatever he could offer.

— How about a date? I win, you go on a date with me, — he proposed, pulling his hair back.

— Fine, — she accepted, quickly and unbothered.

Xavier took the answer as a victory in itself and stretched his limbs, ready to give his best.

— The rules will be the following, — Wednesday started, — three shots each, the best wins.

Xavier chuckled, — Seems good enough for me, Addams, — he pulled his hair again and got his bow, positioning himself in front of one of the target boards, — I’ll go first.

They were about thirty meters away from the boards, Wednesday stepped back to give Xavier more room to shoot. The boy positioned himself and picked up an arrow. He pulled it on the bow string and it stretched with strength. After a couple of seconds the arrow flew, hitting the red circle on the center of the target, just a few centimeters from the absolute central point. He smiled.

Wednesday seemed unamused, her facial expressions unaltered.

Xavier went for the second shot, following the same patterns, only this time the arrow went a bit farther away from the center, to the left of the first one. Still, he seemed pleased. He then got the last arrow, breathed deeply with his eyes closed and positioned himself again. He tried to focus on the very center of the target, frowning his eyes. The third arrow flew and this time he threw an air punch as it hit the bullseye. 

— Good luck beating that, — he looked over to Wednesday, who already had her bow and arrow set in hands. 

Without answering, the girl simply walked to face the target board Xavier had shot previously. Slightly adjusting her elbow, she hit the first arrow straight into Xavier’s last arrow, splitting through the wood. 

She turned her head around to look into Xavier’s eyes as she picked the second arrow and repeated the same feat. At the third arrow, she put her pulling arm behind her head and closed her eyes, her lips marginally turning into a grin as she heard the sound of the arrow splitting wood again.

Xavier looked shocked, as he stood frozen in place trying to make sense of what happened. Wednesday simply dropped the bow on the ground and walked away, only stopping by Xavier's side to say, — Nice try. 

Wednesday left the archery camp, but didn’t go too far, she knew there would be a practice later and she planned on watching it closely, even if at the expense of her own fencing practice. She circled the area, looking for a tree that would allow her to observe without being noticed and found one tall enough. Using her Addams abilities, she climbed it without any real effort and thanked her uncle Fester for teaching her how to climb when she was three years old. 

When the archery club got there Wednesday was comfortable and well positioned, making mental notes of every member attending. Most of them were terrible, there were a few that could be considered average, but the best one was by far Xavier’s gorgon friend, Ajax. Surprisingly, Xavier himself hadn’t shown up. Wednesday had considered bringing Thing with her, so that it could follow Xavier after the duel, but she didn’t want to leave Enid unattended, in case the girl was the actual target of their attacker, a theory that grew stronger with the silver pointed arrows.

A few minutes after the practice was over, Wednesday climbed down the tree and went back to her room to write down everything she felt worthy of taking note. Ajax was a decent shot. So was Xavier. No other members of the archery club could really have shot them. She knew the attacker could be someone outside of the club, obviously, but narrowing down her investigation for now would suffice, after all, the arrows were the only significant clues she had.

As she was finishing her additions to her investigation board, Enid entered the room with Thing on her shoulder.

— Sup, Wends! — The girl greeted with enthusiasm.

— Enid, — Wednesday responded, simply.

— Hey, guess who I saw lurking into the school today! — She asked, with a sly grin.

— A wicked psychopath, — Wednesday offered, with a tinge of hope.

— Not this time, Wends, — Enid chuckled, — actually it was Lucas Walker, you know, the last mayor’s son.

— And that is interesting?

— Jeez, I’m just gossiping! I think he's going out with Bianca! — Enid added, still excited.

— Good for him.

Enid looked at her roommate intrigued, — Why’d you say that?

— Bianca is strong and has useful abilities as a siren, I believe she makes a good partner, — Wednesday stated as a matter of fact, — can’t say that much of the normie.

— Got it, — Enid swallowed dry, — anyone else you think would be a good partner?

— I haven’t really thought about that, Enid, — Wednesday returned her attention to her board.

Enid walked to her own bed and picked up her phone, — Sure, — she laid down on her back, trying to distract herself with the device. 

Wednesday thought to herself that gossiping was not as interesting as she thought it should be. She didn’t really know she should think of made up scenarios. However, she found herself rather distracted by Enid’s question — who would make a good partner? There were plenty of strong and useful people at Nevermore, people who could definitely dig a hole to hide a body quickly, but that didn’t seem enough for her. Her mind wandered, “Who would make me a good partner?” , it enquired. “I’m used to being alone, I’ve not fallen to the Addams curse,” she reasoned, but something bothered her. Was a partner only a matter of usefulness? She hadn’t considered that when she was "dating" Tyler. But then again, she did not care for him at all. Still, that was how most people fell into her life, as tools, well, except for Enid.

Enid was her friend. Her only real friend outside of her family and besides Eugene. She liked Enid, she didn’t despise having her around, and Enid treated her better than everyone else did. It was really a bonus that Enid was so strong and could transform into a wild beast. “Enid is stronger than anyone else at Nevermore,” Wednesday’s brain added, and she unexpectedly remembered Enid’s exposed back when she’d gotten shot. She was indeed strong. “She would make a good partner,” she concluded.

Turning around, she said, — You, Enid.

Enid looked at her puzzled, — Sorry, I didn’t get you.

— I said: you, Enid, — Wednesday replied.

— What about me, Wends? — The blonde asked, still lost.

— You would make a good partner.

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Enid felt her blood rush to her cheeks, she knew she was crimson red, she did not, however, know how to respond to Wednesday’s words. It was so out of the blue. It was so unlike anything her friend had ever said. It shocked her to her core. Her hands trembled and her stomach betrayed her by jumping all around and filling itself with butterflies. She could not believe her ears, it couldn’t be, she had to ask:

— Uh, why do you say so? — Her voice trembled. 

Wednesday was unfazed, her gaze fixed on Enid’s, — You’re strong, flexible, agile, fast, — she began, — although you’re kind, you don’t allow your kindness to fool you. You also treat people nicely independently of their origins and appearances and, besides all of that, you fit a lot of beauty standards. I believe anyone who’d have you would be very lucky to do so, — the words came easily off of her lips, her facial expressions never changing.

The blonde felt herself closer and closer to combustion with every sound that came off her friend’s mouth, she could not believe what she heard, it could not be! Most of all, her mind fixated itself on the very last part of Wednesday’s compliments. She could not lie to herself and pretend the acknowledgement of her strengths didn’t please her, but at the end of the day Enid really cared most about what Wednesday thought of her , not of her werewolf skills, and that pushed her to ask a question she felt silly voicing immediately after:

— You think I’m pretty?

The brunette seemed to give a thought to it, which scared Enid as she saw her friend’s face wrinkle with confusion. It took close to a minute but then the goth answered simply:

— I do.

— Ah, — Enid let out a sigh, her body ready to fly out of that room and go up to the Moon. Her legs were weak, her hands still trembling felt the urge to run through her hair and they did, she wouldn’t allow herself the opportunity to slip so she added, — I think you’re pretty too, Wends.

— Thank you, Enid, — Wednesday offered and made her way back to her board, calling up Thing to help her with printing out the messages on her phone.

Enid was left dumbstruck, standing in the same spot as she feared falling face front on the floor if she attempted moving. Her mind was alive with sounds crashing into each other, complete disorder, nothing made much sense. The words were floating around as she tried to make sense of what had happened but nothing seemed to fit in place. Wednesday thought she was pretty, and that she could be a good partner. And that she was pretty, which somehow was more important than anything she had ever accomplished. 

She stumbled back to her bed, falling on it like a ragdoll, eyes closed. She knew Wednesday was not looking at her, and wouldn’t do so for a while, so she didn’t care about looking like a fool. She let herself feel her bedsheets and allowed her mind to fill itself with thoughts of Wednesday Addams. It would take some considerable time for her to recover.

Enid was never really as hopeless as she was now. Even with Ajax she’d been more confident, things had been much faster. She wasn’t surprised, however, when she realized she didn’t like him as much as she thought. Most of it due to her new found crush on her roommate. She always had an inkling that she was a bit queer, which was okay by her, although she worried what her mother could make of it. Even though her pack wouldn’t be much affected if she didn’t reproduce, her mother always said the family should always grow larger, so that could be a concern. But even if it worried her, she knew it would never stop her from pursuing true love, just like in the movies and books she read, and she had a strong feeling that her true love was her roommate.

It made sense then, that her body would react in such an intense way to Wednesday’s words. It made sense for her to be completely speechless when she tried to flirt with her friend. It made sense for her to feel dizzy around her. It all made sense to Enid.

After an hour she recovered a bit, still feeling overwhelmed with happiness but no longer unable to control her body. She got up from her bed, picked up her phone and left her room, without speaking to Wednesday as she was focused on her writing hour and was never happy to be disturbed during it. She decided to go over to Yoko’s dorm to update her on the new developments with her roommate, as they always gossiped about their respective romantic lives and Enid loved Yoko’s insights.

As the girls went on with their day, another Nevermore student planned a way to scare them to their core and finally separate the duo. The first part of the plan was already at play, as they realized arrows would not be enough and were now too dangerous to use without risking being caught. They’d have to be bold and cause a little more damage. 

With that in mind, the student carried a box filled to the brim with yellow jacket wasps, the lid of the box attached to a string, so it could be opened safely from a distance. The box was placed, when they made sure there was absolutely no one around, inside Nevermore’s apiary. The student then pulled the string and set wasps free to do their bidding.

Later that day, on his regular night visit to the apiary, Eugene found his dearest hives almost completely destroyed. The honey the bees had worked hard for, stolen, several dead bees, and many, many wasps flying around them. He knew it couldn’t have been a natural raid. He always checked the areas surrounding the apiary for wasp nests and the apiary itself was very protected. Someone would have to have opened it for a wasp to get in and that number of them couldn’t have gotten there on their own. Someone had planted them there, and he felt like crying so he reached to the only person that could possibly care. Wednesday.

Wednesday had barely just finished her writing hour when Thing came barging in the room with someone after him. It was Eugene, which surprised her. She only saw Eugene once a week, when she went to help him to care for the bees. She wasn’t as passionate about them as he was, but she enjoyed the casual sting and it helped her distract herself for some time. Because of that, she became friends with the boy, who reminded her a bit of her younger brother. That except that Pugsley had a much more intense psychopath side when he wanted to, while Eugene could only be brave on special occasions.

— Eugene, — she greeted the boy, — what are you doing here?

The boy seemed nervous and Wednesday noticed his eyes were red, which indicated he could’ve been crying.

— Someone, — he gulped, — someone attacked the apiary, — his voice was small and broken, — there were a bunch of wasps there, someone put them there! 

Wednesday’s eyes glistened with anger, she knew that was another clue. Someone was attacking her friends. First Enid, now Eugene.

— Did you notice anything suspicious before or after the attack?, — she inquired.

Eugene thought about but responded that he had not seen anything out of the ordinary. The culprit must’ve gotten there when he was in class, and no one really hung around the apiary. Wednesday felt he was right, which could give her another clue: someone skipped class during that time. She needed to find out exactly who.

— Don’t worry, Eugene, I’ll find whoever did that, — she promised, — I’ll get rid of the wasps as well, I feel the sting will help me have a clearer mind.

— Thank you, Wednesday, — he said, still weak, — I knew I could count on you.

— You’re welcome, — she replied, — besides, I have an aunt who has a much larger apiary than ours, I’ll ask her to send us some of her hives, so we can recover faster.

That seemed enough to lighten Eugene’s mood, as he gave her a big grin, — You truly are the best, Wednesday, I love being your friend!

Wednesday ignored the compliment, but deep down she felt proud of herself. She would rarely admit liking someone’s company, as there were very few people she actually liked, but she was willing to go far and beyond for friends. Whatever it took, she’d help them, in her own way, as for her the ends often justified the means. 

As they left, Thing tapped her a message that said “I’ll tell Enid about it.”, and Wednesday just shrugged. She was getting used to informing Enid of everything, after all, it felt right. 

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Enid was surprised that someone would go as far as to ruin Eugene's apiary. She knew how much the boy treasured it and how much Wednesday respected him for it. To see her crush so irritated had her nervous around the goth, she wished they could just find out who was doing that.

Wednesday also showed up with her arms covered in small bite marks, explaining that she chose to deal with the wasps without any protection gear, saying it helped her relax. Enid doubted that could be relaxing.

Later that day, Wednesday came to her with her phone again.

— They've contacted me again.

She grabbed the phone her friend handed to her.

[Stalker]: sorry for your friend

[Stalker]: i actually liked the bees

— Well, that's not too bad, right? — Enid asked, returning the phone.

— Yes, if they're not the one who attacked, which I doubt.

— Makes sense, — Enid ran her fingers through her hair, — what's the plan?

Wednesday mused on the question, seemingly lost in thought.

— I don't know yet, but it could be the right time to start questioning some people. 

— That could work, we can do 'good cop, bad cop'! — She proposed excitedly.

Wednesday's eyes sparkled, — I have a better idea, however, we need a list of people to start with, going after Xavier without enough evidence will be the wrong move.

Enid agreed, — I wish we could solve this already, I’m not having fun.

— Nonetheless, I have updates on another situation, — Wednesday shifted, revealing something she was holding behind her back, — I’ve received the diary my mother sent us.

— Woah! — Enid beamed with curiosity, — can we read it now?

— Of course, that’s why it was sent to us, — the brunette explained, — come, let’s sit on my bed.

Enid complied, excited to peek at the journal and nervous to sit close to her crush. It was getting harder everyday to live with the conflict of having a crush on her bestie.

They sat very closely, their backs comfortably against black pillows Wednesday had. They read the diary at a slow pace, Wednesday was patient enough to wait for Enid to finish, since she was a bit of a slower reader. At the beginning there wasn’t much new information, most of it either of them already new, Enid from her family education and Wednesday from her own fascination with werewolves. As they were reaching the middle point of the diary, Thing opened the door and entered with a small and almost pitch black raven on one of it’s fingers.

— Thing. Circe. — Wednesday greeted.

— Oh, is this your mom’s raven? It’s so pretty! — Enid jumped out of the bed to greet the bird.

— Yes, it is. It’s a very useful bird, I’ve considered getting one but I have Thing.

— Hello, Circe, — Enid said, crouching to be at the bird’s level, — you’re so pretty, can we be friends? — She stretched her hand to see if the bird would allow her to pet it and, after pecking a little on her finger, Circe allowed it.

Enid then remembered what the bird was still there for: her blood. She promised she’d send some of it to Wednesday’s grandmother, so she could make some potions Enid didn’t really know the use of. She looked over to Wednesday.

— Wends, do you have a vial? I guess we should draw my blood already, — she said, trying to sound calm and indifferent. She wasn’t really, but she wanted Wednesday to know she kept her promises and that she was strong enough to get hurt sometimes.

— I always have vials for blood extraction, regardless of that, you know you don’t have to do this if you do not wish to, right?

— Of course, but it’s just blood, it’s not a big deal, — she played it off.

— Okay, — her friend responded, simply, reaching under her bed to fetch a glass vial on one of her chests, — here it is, — she handed it to Enid, — Thing, can you get us a syringe and needles from the infirmary?

— No, — Enid interrupted, deciding to make the most of that opportunity, — there’s no need, just get me one of your knives. 

She was quite scared of the situation, really, but she’d planned on doing exactly that just after they’d called the Addamses. It was risky, she was praying she could hold her cries of pain, but if it worked it would be so good!

— Sure, — Wednesday reached under skirt and pulled out a very sharp knife, her face slightly scrunched in doubt, — take it.

Enid reached for the knife and thought of giving up, but then she saw Wednesday carefully analyzing her, her eyes in complete focus. She couldn’t back down now, so she slit the palm of her left hand and watched as her blood started to run down. Quickly grabbing the vial she had put aside and placing it under the cut, she kept her face stoic and waited until it was completely filled.

— That’s enough, — the brunette stated, reaching for the vial and sealing it, — I must say I’m impressed, you’re always so nervous around blood.

— I think wolfing out made me more resistant, that's all, — Enid offered, with a smug smile.

— I guess, — the brunette then reached into her shirt pocket for a black handkerchief and, holding Enid’s hand with one of her own, used it to clean the cut with. Her movements were soft and gentle, as she paid great attention to the bruise.

Enid felt her breath get stuck at her throat and kept herself in place, her heart beating as fast as every other time her friend touched her. Her eyes never leaving Wednesday, she could feel herself burn on the inside and a very small sigh left her lips.

— It’s clean now, — Wednesday finished, taking away the handkerchief and placing it on her bedside table but not letting go of Enid’s bruised hand, — will it heal fast?

— It will, — Enid replied weakly.

— Good, thank you for it, I’m sure grandmother will be more than happy with it, — she said and Enid noticed her lips almost tilt enough to form a smile.

— I’m always happy to help you and your family, Wends, I like you… — she noticed her slip, — I like you guys, — she tried to recover, still feeling incredibly weak with Wednesday’s hand holding hers.

Wednesday then finally let go of her hand, slowly and carefully, — You can count on me as well, Sinclair, — she turned and got back on her bed, setting herself comfortably, — now go rest for a while, you lost some considerable amount of blood. I’ll keep reading and will inform you if I find anything.

— I can keep going, you know?

— I know, but I don’t really want you to pass out in the middle of it, — the brunette argued.

Enid accepted it and walked over to her bed, saying goodnight to both Thing and Circe,  burying herself under her blankets. She realized she never felt the pain of the knife and dreamed of Wednesday holding her hand again and again.

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The contents of the diary didn’t please Wednesday. As soon as Enid fell asleep she devoured the text savoring every word with care and immense attention. It frustrated her as there was little to no useful information. She knew all of that already, she was, after all, very interested in werewolves ever since she was two years old and her uncle Fester gifted her a set of werewolf teeth for her birthday. The only somewhat useful information was in the last few pages, along with illustrations of disproportionately big werewolves was a text that said:

“The blood moon renders even the strongest wolf wretchedly weak. Their powers are drained as their goddess shows them her sovereignty. That’s why in my arduous research I’ve only found records of one other wolf capable of transforming during the blood moon and even those records were meager, accounting only for the circumstances of the first transformation.

The records spoke of a man transformed in his early teens, after watching his younger sister being attacked by local villagers who knew their pack was powerless during the blood moon. In a fit of rage and despair the boy ran to save her and transformed mid-run into an enormous beast and annihilated the villagers. It also says the boy was sacrificed to the Moon as a way to repay her generosity, as they believed such power should not roam the Earth but be returned to the skies.

I had the honor to meet a blood moon werewolf myself. A ghastly beautiful beast. She was the biggest monster I had ever set my eyes upon and her name was Ethel. Her first transformation, she disclosed to me, was also during an emotional moment, not of rage but of sadness as she watched her lover marry another. She was just outside the chapel, watching through a window. She told me it felt as if her body had become pure fire, which I loved to know, and that she ran to the woods and feasted on the body of any creatures she could find. Truly a marvelous beast, the werewolf.

I intend on inquiring about her more as the time goes by as she is rather easy to speak to.”

Wednesday was eager for more, had her ancestor succeeded in his research? Had he gotten more useful information out of Ethel? She was determined to put her parents on a mission to find, if they existed, the other Surge’s diaries. She also had to ask Enid what compelled her to transform that night, as it seemed an important information to register. It had to be a strong emotion and Wednesday knew it couldn’t be rage, Enid was too soft even faced with a hyde trying to kill her. Could it be fear? She’d wait until her friend had awakened to ask and would settle with calling her parents for now.

It was taking too much time. Wednesday was usually pleased by being left alone with her thoughts and even though she missed the crippling anxiety she felt when she was child waiting for her turn at the family’s annual russian roulette — she stopped feeling it after she turned 7 —, this is was too much to wait for Enid like that. 

She left the room and headed to the library to keep herself from waking Enid and see if she could find anything there. The place was dark, she noticed a couple of blown off candles with smoke coming out of them. She figured the Nightshades were probably roaming around with their silly endeavors. She held herself away from rolling her eyes and lit the candles again as she preferred a dramatic light when she worked.

Wednesday started at the bottom shelves of the werewolves section.There was a significant number of books, but she reckoned her family’s library owned a bit more in that subject — mostly due to her own obsession. Most of the books described the history of the first registered werewolves, physiology, methods of combat and how the moon cycles affected them. She focused more on the latter ones, searching for anything other than descriptions of how the blood moon affected werewolf powers negatively. It made her even more anxious not finding anything.    

She regretted not bringing Thing with her, they were always useful with library searches, being able to reach the highest of shelves. In times like that she was deeply frustrated with her own height. Her mind wandered to Enid, who was a bit taller than her and was also useful when she needed her. Enid was also stronger — it pleased her a lot to watch her friend’s displays of power. 

The brunette figured she probably wouldn't find much as distracted and nervous as she was and decided to return to her room. As she was walking through Nevermore’s corridor she heard whispers coming from a closed classroom that should've been empty. She couldn’t make out to whom the voices belonged to, but thanks to her years of training on eavesdropping she caught a glimpse of the conversation:

— I just think it's a lot, you’re going too heavy on Enid, man.

— Dude, don’t worry, it’s not like I’m going to kill her, chill out.

— You better not hurt her, man, keep up with the plan.

— Alright, alright, I’ll go easier on her. Now tell me what you saw.

Before she could hear the end of the conversation, however, she heard steps coming from the end of the corridor and pretended to be walking away. A couple of stoners passed by and some stopped by the classroom to talk amongst themselves. Wednesday let out a small sigh and went back on her way to her room.

She walked in slowly and quietly, worried she might wake Enid but to her surprise her friend was up and pacing around the room with the journal in her hands.

— I suppose you’ve finished reading it, — she made her presence known.

Enid jumped and ended up dropping the book, — Jeez, you truly walk like a cat, huh?, — she bent down to pick it up, — Yeah, I’ve read it.

Wednesday bent faster and got the journal, returning it to Enid’s hands.

— Is that what caused you to walk in circles?

The blonde fidgeted, playing with a strand of her hair, —  Yup.

— Tell me about it, — Wednesday demanded.

— Uhm, it’s not much, is it? — Her eyes fixated on a line on the hardwood floor, — And what if my clan decides to sacrifice me as well? I don’t want to die, there's still a bunch of things I want to do!, — her voice became higher with every word and Wednesday could notice her distress.

— Enid, — Wednesday reached for her hands, — I'd never allow anyone to kill you. We will find more information and it'll all be easier, — she lightly squeezed her friend's hands three times, — I won't let you down.

Enid looked at her with her pupils completely dilated, almost like a cat, she squeezed Wednesday's hands back and got a few centimeters closer.

— Thank you, Wends, — her eyes began to tremble and fill up with tears, — can I hug you? — She pleaded.

— You may, — Wednesday replied without a second beat.

The embrace was tight and demanding, Enid brought Wednesday as close as it was humanly possible. Their bodies fit together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, completing each other. Wednesday heard Enid inhale deeply and felt as her chest grew wider with air. It was such an odd occurrence for her, to have someone touch her and it be comforting. She allowed herself to enjoy that moment, thinking of what it meant: she declared her loyalty to Enid and that was their seal, it was much more serious than a blood pact, she was giving her all.

When they eventually broke apart, Enid's breath was steadier and her shoulders relaxed. Wednesday was still nervous, albeit a little less than earlier. 

— We need to discuss two things in particular today, — she steered Enid towards her bed by her waist, making her sit.

Enid's face got slightly scarlet and Wednesday wondered why.

— Okie dokie, — the blonde tried, playing with her hair, — what is it?

Wednesday sat by Enid's side, turning her torso to face her, — In the journal, both transformations were triggered by intense and abrupt feelings, — she looked deeply into Enid's eyes, — what triggered yours?

The brunette watched her friend shift in her bed, adjusting her position and then swinging her feet.

— I guess I was… scared? — She said, averting her gaze.

— I thought it could be that, but you also had multiple life threatening experiences beforehand, why then?

Enid seemed to ponder, her eyes still not meeting her friend's. Her head tilted to the left as she scratched her neck and breathed slowly, — Well, I was just really scared of losing you, — her voice came weak.

Wednesday furrowed her brows, — We've been in dangerous situations, together, before.

Enid turned head completely, to avoid even a glance at Wednesday, — That's 'cause I felt protected by you… That night didn't feel like that, — she explained in almost a whisper.

The brunette stayed quiet for a few minutes, musing her discovery, her mind playing those events frame by frame. For some reason Enid's answer bothered her but she couldn't quite put a finger in why. Why did it matter so much that Enid only felt real fear when she saw Wednesday be overpowered? Why did she feel like that should never have happened? But her brain couldn't come up with any good theories so she dropped it.

— Okay, — she broke of the silence, — second thing is that I eavesdropped a conversation in a closed classroom and it was two boys talking about taking it easier on you and tunning down the attacks, — she delivered, in one breath 

— Wait, what?

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— I couldn’t precisely recognize their voices, — Wednesday averted her gaze, — I don’t really pay that much attention to anyone in this place enough to know their voices, except for very few, — she looked back at Enid.

Enid sighed, letting out air, — First of all, not a nice thing to eavesdrop, but I’ll allow it since it was this useful, — she rolled her eyes.

Wednesday’s face was unaffected by being scolded.

— Well, that’s the information I had to give to you, — Saying that she got up and walked towards her own bed, — now, please be quiet for a couple of minutes while I speak to my progenitors.

Enid remained sat, unmoved, her mind scrambled and her brows furrowed. Wednesday sure knew how to voice her wants. 

She decided to lay down and check her socials, distract herself. She wondered why Wednesday kept her out of this crystal ball call, what could it be about? Scrolling mindlessly through Pinterest, she came across a picture of a black cat and thought it really looked like her crush, down to the emotionless face expression.

After a few minutes, she got messages from Yoko inviting her over for a girls night, which made her giggle with excitement and immediately scold herself for making noise when Wednesday clearly told her not to.

[Enid]: yokooo

[Yoko]: what is it dog

[Enid]: IF she says yes

[Enid]: can i bring wends?

[Yoko]: sure, 

[Yoko]: no chance she'll say yes lol

[Yoko]: bring the hand pls

[Enid]: ill bring garlic

Enid knew the odds of her roommate accepting the invite were truly tiny, that was just not the kind of thing she liked to do, but she couldn't quite ask Yoko to do the sleepover at Jericho's cemetery. She didn't know if she could take it either. Liking an Addams was hard. But she'd invite her anyway, she had to try, it could work out pretty well if she said yes.

The blonde looked up from her phone just in time to see her friend covering her magic crystal ball. Wednesday, however, was already looking at her. She shivered and ran her fingers through her hair.

— Speak, — the goth ordered.

Enid was always impressed by how easily Wednesday read her, — Only if you promise to really, really, really consider it.

— What is it, Enid?

— It would mean a lot for me, just give me your word, please, — she pleaded with her hands together.

— Fine, I promise I'll consider. Now, say it.

Enid got up from her bed, — Would you come to Yoko's sleepover with me tonight? — She asked, all in one breath.

— No, — Wednesday deadpanned.

— Oh, come on! — she rolled her eyes, — at least think about it!

— Why should I be a part of such a pathetic activity? 

— Because I'm asking you to, we're friends and friends do pathetic things together, — she explained in a soft tone.

— You have other friends, can't you just take Thing?

— I am taking Thing, but I want you, — and saying that Enid mentally kicked herself, feeling her face get warm. She shut her mouth, afraid of slipping again.

Much to her stress, Wednesday fell silent, and her own thoughts went wild. She watched as her friend's face scrunched up just enough for her to notice, knowing anyone else would miss the slight change. How proud she felt of herself every time she was able to read the other girl's expressions. A few minutes had passed already and the silence was killing her.

— I'll go then, — Wednesday broke it, — I'll set up a bag.

Enid froze, in complete disbelief she didn't dare move. Maybe if she did, she'd wake up from a dream and it would be all for nothing. Wednesday fucking Addams was going to a sleepover with her, because she asked her to. It was too much for her to process. She wanted to scream, to howl, in excitement, and she might have if it wasn't for her plan to seem cool. What. A  Day.

— I'm done, shall we go now?

It took a second for Enid to snap back and actually compute the words Wednesday had said, but then she just nodded yes.

They went to get Thing and then headed off to Yoko's dorm, which had some slow lofi music coming out of it. Enid was the first to enter. Besides the main resident, Bianca and Divina were there, each sitting on top of big fluffy pillows.

Her face must've been screaming nervousness, because her friends instantly noticed it, quickly looking behind her only to notice an overwhelmingly dark figure. Wednesday Addams. Yoko's mouth went agape and Bianca chuckled audibly.

— Hello, Wednesday, glad you could make it, — Divina greeted, trying to break off the tension, — come on, grab a pillow, we're just chatting.

Enid took the lead, grabbing a pillow big enough to fit the both of them, Wednesday was quick to sit by her side. Enid grinned, celebrating internally, she would use all she could to be closer to her crush, even if it meant getting teased by her friends.

— What does one chat about on a girls night ? — Wednesday asked, raising an eyebrow at Divina.

The siren smiled, — Anything, really, there are no rules!

— I see… Do go on, then.

Enid found it cute how her friend interacted with the world, always inquisitive but rarely interested. She wished she could put her inside a little terrarium and carry her around like a pet. She'd never tell her that, of course.

— We were just talking about Enid, actually, — Yoko offered, now with a teasing grin that worried Enid. She turned her look to Bianca, who seemed to pick up on some hidden signal.

— Yeah, you see Addams, — the other siren began with a low tone, — I was telling Yoko that Enid is currently Nevermore's most interesting bachelor.

Enid's face went deep red as she felt herself get weak. What were they doing? She'd kill Yoko. And Bianca. And then herself. She was about to cut off the conversation when Wednesday spoke.

— And why is that of your concern, Barclay? — She asked as if asking for the time.

The blonde turned to look at her friend, who was calm but still had her eyes fixated on Bianca's, never blinking. She felt warm.

— Why shouldn't it be? — Bianca countered, playfully, — I'm single, she's single. I was just thinking of the possibilities.

Wednesday opened her mouth to reply but was suddenly interrupted by Enid, — Can we change the subject, please? Let's play something, — she pleaded.

Yoko scoffed but accepted and ordered Bianca to pick up her Uno cards. She informed them that the rules would be slightly different, the winner of every round got to dare anyone to do anything they chose.

The vampire quickly regretted that rule as Wednesday was the first to win. She was sure she saw Thing helping her cheat, but had no proof and saw herself having to drink a vial of holy water that the goth, curiously, carried in her pocket. It burned like hell and she was scared of having to impale herself next round.

A couple of rounds went on without any poisoning attempts. Divina had Bianca singing a Lady Gaga song, whilst Enid had to dance Blackpink without missing a step as a courtesy of Yoko.

Enid was beaming with happiness, she adored her friends and cherished the time they got to spend together. Plus, having Wednesday be a part of it was a dream come true, even if the goth barely ever showed any emotion. She could see, however, that Wednesday was relaxed and even found some jokes funny, by the way her eyelids moved sometimes. Eventually, the goth even joined the casual banter with the others.

It was getting close to 2 AM and Wednesday was mindlessly drinking out of a blood bag she'd snatched off of Yoko when Bianca finally won a round. Enid cheered enthusiastically and Divina clapped as Yoko rolled her eyes.

— Well done, Bianca, it only took a small eternity, — the vampire played getting an annoyed look in return, — so, what's your dare?

Bianca sneered, placing her eyes on Enid, who immediately froze in place, — I dare Enid, — she began, bringing all attention to her and snapping Wednesday out of her own thoughts, — to kiss the prettiest girl in this room.

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Wednesday froze in place. She felt odd, something wasn't right, her breath stopped and her fingers twitched. Her gaze fixated on Bianca's, the girl smirking, which made Wednesday's blood boil – but she couldn't tell why. She questioned herself as to why Barclay would be so interested in Enid, it made no sense, wasn't she having an affair with the old mayor's son? Of course Enid would surely be a better option than that pathetic normie, but why now?

Wednesday figured there was some malice to it, some ulterior motive, it had to be. Her senses never failed her. She'd say nothing, however, maybe Enid would see for herself. She'd let it play it out, even if the idea of Enid kissing Bianca was slowly maddening her. 

She turned to look at Enid, the closeness between her making her even more disturbed when she realized Enid was indeed looking at Bianca. The silence in the room was palpable and Wednesday, who usually was very fond of quietness, wanted it to be over already. She wondered why everything was moving so slowly. Regretting her decision of participating in such a idiotic activity and deciding to ignore that whole ridiculous situation, she got up to leave.

Her ears picked up on someone calling her, the sound was muffled and it could've been Enid, but she was really done with that whole girls night thing, she wouldn't go back. She walked out of the room, dropping the blood bag she'd been drinking from on the ground. She didn't care to call Thing, figuring the hand would rather stay the night. It liked Enid better and she couldn't blame it. Just a few steps away from Yoko's dorm, her phone buzzed.

[Stalker]: you shouldn't be alone this late at night

[Stalker]: but i dont mind

[Stalker]: to see you in the dark is like looking at a star in the night sky

[Stalker]: you only get prettier soaked in blood

Wednesday scoffed. As if the night hadn't been annoying enough. Maybe it could improve, if she got more clues about her pathetic excuse of a stalker, so she responded.

[Wednesday]: I don't fear the night. What do you want?

[Stalker]: you

[Wednesday]: Dead or alive?

[Stalker]: alive, forever in my control

[Wednesday]: I feast on those who try to subdue me.

[Stalker]: im not opposed to it

[Stalker]: do your worst

[Wednesday]: Tell me who you are and I'll gladly do it.

[Stalker]: i am ravqfvapynve, obviously

[Stalker]: good night and good luck

The goth stared at her phone, trying to decipher whatever that was supposed to be. She was about to reply again when she heard steps getting closer to her. She turned around and found Enid, looking at her.

Wednesday stared back, her eyes venturing the blue ocean of Enid’s, but she didn’t speak. Seeing Enid standing there bothered her, but she could not reason why. She considered just turning around and walking away again, but the blonde was faster. Grabbing her wrist, she asked:

— What happened? —  Her face scrunched up in worry.

— Nothing, why? — Wednesday replied coldly.

— You left the sleepover, — Enid began, her eyes turning slightly pink, — out of nowhere. 

— If it makes you feel better to know, — the goth felt her anger return, — I just wasn’t keen on watching you being pitifully fooled by Barclay, — she spit out the words with no care for her tone, — it's a shame that I thought this could be any fun.

Wednesday instantly regretted her words, watching as Enid’s began watering, but she wasn’t one to take back her words, not when she felt she was right, so she just stood there in silence.

With her wrist still in a hold, Enid brought it closer to her, — Sorry the night wasn’t up to your standards, Wends, — Wednesday’s wrist was now at Enid’s neck height, — but I don’t think you got it right, — she changed the hold to Wednesday’s hand, bringing it to her face, — you’re the prettiest girl in the room, — and then, much to the goth’s absolute shock, Enid kissed the top of her hand.

The brunette’s body stiffened completely as she realized what happened. The state her brain was in was akin to the body of a prey completely mauled by an angry bear. She knew that even if she could move, she wouldn’t, as there was absolutely nothing that could be done at that moment. For some strange reason, she just could not think clearly on any viable course of action.

She didn’t have to act, however, because a second later, or a year, she couldn’t tell precisely with the brain damage, Enid was gone. She had dropped her hand and left. Probably headed back to Yoko’s room. At least as far as she could guess, since she had been so into her own head she hadn't even noticed where Enid had gone. She’d have to consult her parents on what had happened, she never went through such a control draining experience.

Almost an hour had passed when Wednesday was finally able to walk back to her room. She’d gotten hold of herself before that, but still took in the time to just think. It didn’t take her much far though. She had an hypothesis that Enid might have kissed her hand as a way to tell her she knew Bianca wasn’t being honest. It was the one that made the most sense to her. But why do that, when she could’ve just told her. They were friends, they didn’t need to play charades. Could be that Bianca was close by?

She sat down by her table and started taking notes on her diary. Describing that whole day was no easy task, especially what had just happened. Almost unaware of her actions, Wednesday described the feeling of complete chaos after being kissed by Enid. Kissed by Enid, those were definitely words she never expected herself to write. Her writing became messy, the ink getting on her fingers, she scolded herself. She was always careful, neat, precise, now was no time to become sloppy. 

Realizing she wouldn’t get much done in such a distraught state, Wednesday decided to analyze her stalker’s messages. She was certain there was a cypher there, “ravqfvapynve” didn’t feel like just a random string of letters, so she began using all her investigative knowledge to try and decipher the message. She knew plenty of cryptographic methods, which gave her a plethora of tools to work with, still it would take a while. She figured it wouldn’t be something simple like a substitution cipher, her stalker wished her luck so it might mean it’d be something more complex.

Her night ended up being longer than she anticipated, as she threw pages and pages filled with scrambled letters and numbers, none of which gave her a convincing answer. Maybe Thing could be of use , she mused before remembering that her ally was still at the sleepover. Maybe I could call father, he’s horrific with puzzles, she considered, but decided not to call at such a late time, her parents were usually busy after 2AM, so she kept to herself and kept on trying.

It was well past 11AM when she felt something nudge her. Readily opening her eyes and reaching for the concealed knife under her skirt, she realized the nudging was being done by Thing. The hand tapped that she’d fallen asleep on top of a bunch of scribbled paper and that her face was dirty with black ink, which made her bring up the very sharp and bright knife to her face so she could check her reflection. She was indeed dirty with black ink.

— I’ll go clean myself, — she whispered, — don’t leave the room and get the crystal ball ready. There’s a lot to sort out.

And as soon as she got into the bathroom and Thing heard the sound of the shower, it ran to the door and signaled for Enid to come into the room. The blonde was quick, getting a change of clothes and shoveling into a small bag, giving the hand a thumbs up and silently leaving the room. Their discretion didn’t matter though, Wednesday could be no werewolf, but she’d been trained to hear everything and she surely heard what happened just outside the bathroom.

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Enid figured she could deal with the consequences of her decision to kiss Wednesday’s hand much later that day. There was no reason for her to hurry and she surely did not want to! So it was perfect that Thing was willing to help her get a change of clothes, otherwise she might’ve run into the brunette sooner than she planned. Her friends strongly suggested she should sort it all out quickly, Bianca being the most insistent, arguing that they had fencing practice in less than 36h and she did not need an angry Wednesday trying to kill her. Much to her friends’ frustration, Enid was more worried about Wednesday being angry at her, not at Bianca. She knew she had overstepped her crush’s meticulously imposed boundaries, an experience that had not been well received in the past, so she could only fear the outcomes of this time.

She had other plans for her day, like running some errands at Jericho, catching up with some of Nevermore’s furs, especially since she was now a welcomed member of the school pack. So, after getting ready in Yoko’s, now empty, dorm, she left the school grounds on her own.

Wednesday, on the other hand, had just received a new message from her unknown stalker, which she read eagerly:

[Stalker]: hope you like it

[Stalker]: i think it suits you

[Stalker]: check your balcony

And as if following a treasure hunt guide, Wednesday promptly made her way to her dorm’s balcony. Sitting outside, positioned by the precise middle of the stained glass window, was a black box, ornate with silver lines and silver skulls all over it. The girl’s attention piqued immediately so she quickly got closer to it. Her ears could pick up on a very timid dragging noise, almost slytherin, so she readied one of her knives as a guarantee. Thing was still at her bed, with the crystal ball she’d asked it to prepare, so she decided to just open the box without any help. 

She pulled the lid up, in a way that made it fly out and fall on the ground making noise, Wood, she figured, and looking inside she realized why. Her eyes shimmered with excitement, all of her worries from the day before vanishing as she watched the beautiful snake looking directly at her. It is horrendously elegant, she thought, Oxyuranus microlepidotus, The Inland Taipan, her brain quickly cataloged, she’d searched for one on her family’s last trip to Australia, but to no avail. One more reason to call her parents.

— I already have a name for you, little fiend, — she spoke as she approached the creature, — I’ll call you Eve and know that from now on, you’re mine, — her eyes pierced the snake’s, causing it to retract and hiss, — now come.

She left the balcony in direction to her own bed and the serpent followed obediently. Thing signaled for Wednesday to hurry and seemed unimpressed by her new pet. 

The girl quickly started on the enchantments needed to call upon her parents, and while that happened, Enid Sinclair was wandering, completely lost, in Jericho’s abandoned forest.

To be fair, even if she was lost, she could go back any time so long as she used her werewolf senses to track down civilization. The thing is: she did not want to go back yet. Being in the woods gave her a sense of comfort, now that she was able to shift it’d gotten even stronger. So she just allowed herself to roam around, contemplating the trees and inspecting the animals she saw along the way. Back in San Francisco, on her pack’s territory, there weren’t as many calm and undisturbed creatures, animals back there were aware of the werewolves and were always alert. It almost felt annoying to not be recognized as a threat.

After a few hours just wandering, Enid’s phone buzzed with a notification. It was Yoko, demanding to know her whereabouts. Her friend could be very protective and Enid didn’t want the vampire looking for her at Nevermore, that could end up getting to Wednesday, so she just texted back informing that she was returning from Jericho and should be there in minutes. To be frank, she didn’t feel thrilled to run back to school, but she’d have to anyway, her parents would kill her if she returned home out of the blue, so she found herself sprinting through the town’s streets back to Nevermore.

The sky was dark by the time she got there. Her body shivered from the thermal shock of being so warm after running and then noticing the cold air once she stopped. Hoping not to get sick, Enid dragged herself back to Ophelia Hall.

Her fingers were shaking as she reached for her room door, but she blamed it on the cold. Pushing her way in as quietly as she could, Enid soon realized her discretion was uncalled for, her roommate's attention was being completely monopolized by something else. The hair on her nape went up as her brain computed what it was: a snake.

It wasn't small, it was easily her size, which did not help her feel calm. The upside was that she got to make her way into the room unnoticed. Well, at least she thought so.

— What were you doing in the woods, Enid? — Wednesday asked, catching Enid by surprise.

The blonde stared, noticing that the snake remained calm on top of her friend's bed, — how do you know where I was?

— I can smell, — the goth countered calmly.

Enid blushed, ashamed, she knew she should've washed at Yoko's before, — I, uh, was just jogging.

— You're a terrible liar, Enid, — her tone was almost dissatisfied, — this is Eve, by the way, — she pointed to the snake, — my new pet.

— Hi, Eve, — the blonde tried to sound cheerful, — I'll go take a shower now, Wends, can we talk later? — She forced herself to ask.

— Yes, we may, — Wednesday then returned her attention fully to her pet.

Enid took a long time in the shower, scrubbing herself desperate to get rid of any bad smells and to waste as much time as possible. She put on her pajamas and walked out of the bathroom cautiously, using her heightened senses to make sure her roommate's new pet wouldn't be lurking. She felt safer after she noticed that the serpent was still at her friend's bed.

She walked to get her own bed, figuring the distance might make the conversation easier. Wednesday didn't seem to pay her any attention anyway.

— So, about last night, — she began, placing herself underneath a heavy blanket, — I'm sorry.

Wednesday's head snapped in her direction, — Why?

Enid noticed her friend's brows furrow a little, — I… I overstepped your boundaries.

— You kissed my hand, as a dare, — Wednesday stated.

— Yes, — Enid flushed, running her fingers through her hair, — without asking for permission, I know you hate physical contact and I still did that, — she felt ashamed, — I'm sorry.

— It didn't bother me, Enid, — Wednesday's brows furrowed deeper, — but I understand your concern, so you're forgiven.

Enid felt a weight being lifted off her shoulders knowing that her crush wasn't grossed out by her, — Thank you, Wends.

— You may rest now, and don't worry about Eve, I'll put her in her box for tonight.

— Okay, I guess, — she replied, as she covered herself completely and prepared herself to spiral through that weekend's events, — good night, Wends!

— Good night, minha loba, bons sonhos.

Enid couldn't tell what those words meant, but they sounded pleasing so she just accepted them. Wednesday, on the other hand, was already scheming.

While Enid jogged through the woods that afternoon, the goth called her parents and, to confirm her worries and suspicions, she learned her symptoms were indeed those of a curse: The Addams Curse.

Her parents also informed her of the discovery of another journal from her ancestor which she'd even forgotten about amidst such jarring events. Her mother assured her it should arrive by morning.

Her mind, however, cared very little about the nuances of lycanthropy at that moment, being much more interested in the lycanthrope she shared a room with, a lycanthrope that had cursed her in the most heinous way, with a curse as venomous as the venom of her pet. At least Eve only attacked when she felt scared. That wolf had attacked her out of the blue.

But she was an Addams, and the Addams were as vengeful as they come. Wednesday was threading her trap and, sooner or later, Enid would fall as well.

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Things were off. For Enid, at least. It was hard to believe that Wednesday had been so benevolent regarding her personal space invasion. So even if Enid was glad to be forgiven, the situation still bothered her. 

But it wasn’t just that, the morning after the incident, as they walked to the quad for breakfast, Wednesday prevented her from walking into a trap. There was a thread connecting two walls leaving their room, and they found small explosives set to go off when it got pushed. Lucky for her, Wednesday was great dealing with explosives, disarming the trap and collecting them for herself in a matter of a few minutes. It could only be the work of the two boys her roommate had overheard.and she had her suspicions. 

Tyler had been very obsessed with Wednesday the previous year, so he was the first one. It could also be Ajax, if the attacks were actually directed to her, as she broke up with him and he seemed disappointed. She doubted though, he was too soft for something of the sort.

Whoever it was, she was determined to hurt them back. It got tiring to be nice all the time, people had to learn not to mess with her nor with her crush, she wanted to be respected. It had been a recurring feeling, ever since she first turned, to desire respect and to be feared. The girl often dismissed the latter, being scary was not her forte. 

Later that day, one of the boys from Nevermore’s wolf pack invited her to sit with them for lunch, which she promptly accepted, happy to be finally included in werewolf activities. After informing her friends of the change of plans for lunch, she skipped giddily to the furs table. It was a much bigger one than that she sat with her friends daily, and the seats were mostly filled by boys which slightly intimidated her. She wasn’t afraid of them per se, but she kept remembering the registers on Wednesday’s ancestor diary. If they learned of her condition, would they be the kind to persecute her?

She tried to seem chill, wanting to make a good impression. They already knew she was a late bloomer, most probably thought she was a pretty weak one too, so it was important to assert her new position without flaunting it too much. 

Most of them were very nice to her once she sat down, introducing themselves and congratulating her on her new official status. Some furs didn’t really care about any of it, keeping to their own conversations. It didn’t bother her, she actually preferred that there wasn’t a bigger fuss about it. The boy who invited her was called Ralph and he’d been the nicest one. He told her stories of his vacation and boasted about his hunting abilities. Enid thought it was a bit silly, but she enjoyed being so welcomed, as it hadn't been quite like that at home at first. And then things went wrong, again.

It all started as a silly joke Ralph made about Twilight’s representation of werewolves. He playfully mentioned how imprinting would actually make things easier for him, Enid shrugged off saying it could turn quite weird, reminding him of what happened at the end of the series. However, that didn’t stop him from asking her if she’d enjoy imprinting on him.

— Not actually, — she laughed it off, nervously. 

Ralph smirked, — Oh come on, Enid, I think we’d be a good match, — he reached for her hand on the table, making her retreat. 

— Sorry, I don’t think we would, — she was firm this time.

The boy made an attempt to retort, placing his hand on Enid’s shoulder, but only a scream came out of his throat. 

Wednesday held the knife she’d sliced his forearm with. The cut had been just deep enough to break the skin, but it could be stitched up. Blood still dripped and her blade was scarlet. Without blinking once, she stared at the wolf with murderous intent.

— She said no , imbecille.

Ralph screeched for help and tried to put as much distance from Wednesday as possible, as the arduous wound made him dizzy. 

As soon as everyone noticed what had passed, the furs all got up, grownling at the goth, which prompted a very confused Enid to put herself as barrier in front of her friend. The goth was unaffected by the threat of a dozen werewolves tempted to kill her. It felt like a regular day.

— Come on, curs , — she raised her voice, — come and try to bite me.

Enid immediately grabbed her friend's arm, frustrated at her recklessness but slightly amused with her audacity. It was often like that with Wednesday Addams. The school’s pack seemed much less entertained by the girl, as they kept growling and staring. 

— Take your aberration with you, Sinclair, — one of the few girls on the pack spoke up, — and don’t bother returning. 

The blonde sighed, muttering something inaudible. She pulled Wednesday out of the Quad, back to Ophelia hall, without a word on the way. The other girl was not bothered by the silence and had no reason to break it. 

Wednesday still had the knife drenched in blood when they entered their room. Enid grabbed it from her hand and placed it on her own bedside table. She then breathed deeply, adjusting her hair.

— What the hell just happened? — She asked slowly.

— Be more specific, — Wednesday requested, indifferent.

Enid gestured putting her hands together, — You just cut someone.

— Yes, I did.

— Care to tell me why?

— He was behaving in an unacceptable manner. He disrespected you.

— Well, are you going to cut everyone who annoys me? — Enid lifted an eyebrow.

— If I can, yes, — the girl answered casually, walking towards Enid’s bedside table.

— You can’t do that, Wends, — her voice was softer now, — you can get in jail for that, you know?

— I’ll just murder every witness who takes the stand against me, — she grabbed the maroon knife and slid her fingers on its blade, taking most of the blood off, — I know how to cover my tracks.

Enid dropped her shoulders in defeat, wondering how someone could be so damn stubborn, — You know, someday you get us both killed. 

— E eu morreria feliz ao seu lado.

— What does that mean? — Enid tilted her head.

— You’ll find out, at the right time.

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The explosives trap annoyed Wednesday, especially now that she knew the identity of her stalker. She knew the attacks were being orchestrated by someone else, as her stalker had no actual intentions of hurting her. She'd realized who it was after she deactivated that ridiculously pathetic trap. It all came to her, as she saw the thread and warned off Enid. It was truly a cathartic moment, connecting everything, and she felt quite slow for not putting it all together quicker.

Her mind was set on the attacker now, or, attackers, as she assumed there were two of them, inferring from the conversation she overheard. She'd catch them and make them pay for annoying her and making her miss her brother's immensely more intensive traps.

Besides, now that she had that figured out, she could also dedicate more time to helping Enid with her mysterious condition.

Her parents had sent her the other journal and Surge had indeed kept with his investigation. There were gruesome drawings of his friend devouring deers and other animals, as well as descriptions of the speed the werewolf could tear apart through them 

There was a passage that preoccupied her, and she worried that Enid might not take it well. Actually, she was certain.

"I've found, after spending a year with this incredible creature, that the blood moon still treats them differently after their first transformation.

As the moon got crimson once again, I saw her grow even bigger than usual, her eyes turning pitch black. We were near her cabin and suddenly the structure was in shreds, the wolf tearing through it with her claws, as perfectly sharp knife cutting paper.

I tried to draw the scene from a few meters away but she came to me, growling. I stood up, for I am an Addams, and the beast simply bowed to me and left, going into the woods.

In the morning it was unexpectedly easy to find her, as she left a significant trail of dead animals on her path.

That afternoon she told me how she was filled with rage and blood lust, and that she just felt like killing anything but me."

Enid would definitely hate to read that, the girl was way too keen on being decent to enjoy a good massacre, so Wednesday kept quiet until she finished diary.

Along with the book her grandma also sent a potion she promised Enid. Wednesday recognized it to be a very complicated one as well, she had only read the recipe herself, as she never got ahold of werewolf blood. It was a strength potion, it gave the user the force of a fully transformed werewolf without the need to transform into one. She wondered if Enid would find any use for it. Maybe for the Poe Cup.

She delivered it to Enid and to her surprise the girl got very excited about it.

— This is so cool, Wends! — Her face lit up, — I'm totally keeping it for the next time some freak psychopath comes after us!

— Good to know you also look forward to it.

She allowed Enid to write a thank you note to send her grandma, figuring it would please them both.

Later that day Wednesday was called to Weems' office. The principal had a lot to say about her attack on a student. Wednesday argued that it was a deserved punishment, considering the circumstances and, even if the head of the school agreed, she'd still had to be punished as well.

Weems informed her that she was to apologize to Ralph and that her room would be searched for any weapons. It did not worry Wednesday though, as she was very confident in her hiding and smuggling skills. The older woman seemed to notice her calmness but decided to ignore it.

— There's something else we need to discuss, — Wednesday added, placing her hand on the principal's table.

— What is it, Miss Addams? — Weems raised an eyebrow.

— Enid and I will need a pass to leave for a week, during the next blood moon.

— And why is that?

— As you may have noticed, Enid's first shift was during a blood moon, and, at next one, I have strong reasons to believe you won't want her near school grounds or any civilization for that matter.

— Even if you're right about that, which makes little to no sense, why should you be the one to accompany her and not her werewolf family ? — She adjusted herself in her seat.

— What guarantee I have that you won't just tell the Sinclairs about it?

Weems got up and walked to the cabinet on the other side of the room, opening it to pick up a bottle of whiskey.

— Enid Sinclair was the one who convinced Tanaka to revive me, — she poured into a small glass, — If this concerns her safety, I want to help, — she took a sip and tasted it, — you must learn to trust others. 

— Fine.

Wednesday decided to simply show Weems Purge's journals that she'd been carrying with her as a safety measure, sitting there as the older women read the assigned parts in between sips of her drink. Weems read the pages carefully, taking in the importance of the situation. Wednesday noticed her gaze intensify.

— Well, I believe there's no better alternative than the Addams manor. You have my permission.

— I'll leave you to your weak alcohol poison then, excuse me, — she got up and gathered the diaries.

— It's a common decency to say "thank you", Wednesday, — she said as the girl opened the door.

— You're not making me a favor, I'm making you a favor. 

After the girl left Weems sighted Addamses and their stubborness.

Wednesday found Enid shortly after, at the library. She was searching for something with Yoko and the goth didn't bother to make her presence known, simply sitting on a lounge chair and watching them as they rummaged through a pile of books. Tanaka lit up after picking one up, only to sigh in frustration and return it to a discarded books pile. Wednesday found it funny, the careless way they tried to skim through the books, glad her mother had taught her how to properly conduct serious research. She ended up reminiscing on her family's lessons on how to be an Addams and how useful they were. As a kid she didn't always take pleasure in them but now she was glad her parents had insisted. 

The girls spent some good minutes in their own little world before Enid finally noticed Wednesday and gasped. 

— Are you a ghost? — She asked in disbelief.

— Not yet, why?

— How come you don't make any noise? How long have you been there?

— Being silent is a skill I take pride in, and I've been here for a while.

— Jeez, you're creepy as hell, — Yoko said.

— I'm glad you think so, vampire.

— Enid, please control your pet, — she rolled her eyes.

— Enid, turn away, I'm about to murder this leech, — Wednesday reached in her back and suddenly she had a small wood stake.

Enid jumped to stop her, snatching the stake, — Can y'all chill, please? Wends, Yoko is my friend, you cannot hurt her.

— I'll get you kew friends, better ones.

— No, stop that, — she said exasperated, — Yoko, you can't offend Wednesday either, don't do that again.

— It was just a joke, but fine. 

The mood was still tense, so Enid tried to aleviate it, — We're looking for books with potions with werewolf blood, wanna help?

Wednesday considered, but figured she'd end up annoyed with their mess, so she simply decided to talk to Enid about their situation and new plans.

— Actually, I need to speak to you in private, —  she said the last part looking at Yoko.

— Uhm, sure, is it about my transformation? 

— Yes.

She grinned, — Oh, then there's no problem if Yoko hears it, I've told her all about it.

Wednesday breathed deeply, — Okay. I've got a new journal and it has important additions. It appears that Surge's werewolf friend went on a murderous frenezy at blood moon nights, so at the next blood moon, in two weeks, I'll take you to my house, so you'll have a safe place to be.

Both Enid and Yoko stared in shock, mouths agape, and for a minute they just stayed like that. The goth gave them time to process it. Yoko was the first one to break the silence.

— How the hell do you plan to get her to your house?

— Weems gave me permission.

Yoko narrowed her eyes, — Why does it have to be your house though?

— We have enough ground for her to wolf out without the worry of hurting any humans, as the property is isolated, also, we're Addams, we know how to deal with blood crazed creatures.

— I don't know, y'all sound a bit dangerous to me.

— We are very dangerous, but that's not for you to worry about.

Enid scoffed, — Do I get a say in this? — She sounded annoyed. 

— Of course, sorry, — Yoko eyed the floor.

— I'll go, I trust the Addams and they've been incredibly helpful, — she softened her voice, — but I truly don't like the sound of this blood crazed thing.

— You won't have to worry, meu bem, we'll take care of everything.

The following week was uneventful, Wednesday took extra precautions to make sure any traps were detected safely, which worked, as she found a very well placed bear trap under Enid's seat in one of their classes. Unfortunately their teacher was unable to tell if someone had been in the classroom previously.

The brunette had gotten awfully frustrated with the lack of clues on the attacks. She knew the people responsible weren't too smart, their plans were not refinanced enough, but somehow they were slipping through her fingers. 

Thing had been investigating as well, the hand was all over Nevermore which caused a couple of students to be very nervous but Wednesday didn't really care about it.

Thing had also been looking over Eve when Wednesday wasn't around. The girl had left the school grounds to hunt in the town forest, so her pet could eat fresh food. She made an effort to bring them alive so that the snake could have some fun. Enid took some time to get used to it.

By Friday the group had their things packed and were waiting for Lurch to pick them up. He did take too long, being an expert at driving at extremely high speeds. Enid was impressed that a herse could even drive that fast. 

— I'm kinda nervous, — she said as they got into the vehicle, — what if your family doesn't like me?

— Nonsense, — Wednesday closed the door and gestured for Lurch to start driving, — you're an Addams charmer.

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The manor stood intrepid on that hill, the trees surrounding it had darkened leaves and the air was misty. It wasn't cold, but it was not even close to warm either, it was almost as if there was no weather, no heat exchange at all. Wednesday held the door of the black and luxurious hearse for Enid to step out, holding out her hand to assist her. Enid took her lead, albeit fearful of the scenario, she wanted to go inside the house quickly, figuring it might be safer than staying outside.

The path leading to the entrance was paved with obsidian cobblestones and it curved around a few black marble statues of what Enid understood to be mythological creatures; she recognized the three headed dog and a version of Medusa holding a decapitated head.

Lurch had gotten to the door way before them, as Enid was walking just behind Wednesday and the goth had no interest in rushing. As he opened the door, they were greeted by Wednesday's parents: Morticia and Gomez Addams. They were beaming as they stared at their daughter and at Enid. The couple were holding hands, as always, and Morticia held a small gift bag in her free hand. 

— Welcome to the Addams' manor, Enid, — she handed the girl the bag, — I hope we're able to make you feel at home!

— Absolutely, — Gomez added, — any friend of my daughter is a friend of mine! Especially when said friend is a powerful killing machine!

Wednesday groaned, — Father, refrain from such comments, Enid does not particularly enjoy being a killing machine.

— It's alright, really, — Enid was quick to fix, — also, thank you so much for having me, Mrs. and Mr. Addams, your house is beautiful.

Morticia's eyes shimmered, — Thank you, dear, I hope you like the interior decor as well. And don't worry, you're welcome to show up anytime, as my lovely husband said: any friend of Wednesday's is a friend to us.

Enid beamed and thanked them again, looking to her side to find a slightly annoyed Wednesday. She decided not to extend the conversation and waited for her friend to take the lead, which she did shortly after. Wednesday informed her parents she'd take Enid on a tour of the house, after showing her where she'd stay, and they complied to leave them be.

 She took them on a very long staircase, and as they went up, Enid wondered if the house was safe at all. Every step she took made a noise and it kind of scared her, but for some reason Wednesday's steps didn't make any sound at all. Besides, there were picture frames on the walls and she could swear they were looking at her; her friend wasn't bothered by any of that, so she figured it had to be in her head.

At the end of the stairs, on the last floor of the house, Wednesday took Enid through a long and dark corridor. There were only two doors in the corridor, one at each end of it, and Wednesday guided them to the left one. It was, like all things in the house, pitch black, but it made no noise as it opened on its own, making Enid wonder if the place was haunted. 

— This is my room, — Wednesday broke the silence, — you'll sleep in that bed, — she pointed to one of the two beds in the room, the one under a large window. 

Enid scanned the room, a bit confused as to why Wednesday would allow her to sleep in her room; the place was very similar to her roommate's side of their room at Nevermore: dark, gloomy, spooky and serious. There was a large  bookshelf filled to the brim, a workstation similar to the one in Nevermore, with a writing machine and assorted materials she figured Wednesday used to take notes on her readings, there was also a small chunk of the room dedicated to Thing, with a little hammock and manicure tools.

But out of everything in that room, two things shocked Enid to her core: there were numerous drawings of werewolves and werewolf anatomy on the walls and Enid's bed was pink. The first thing was confusing enough, but the last one? That made her head tilt.

— Wends, why's there a pink bed in your room?

— Because you like pink, — she answered nonchalantly.

— Oh, — was all Enid could mutter, but she still kept asking, — what about these drawings on your walls?

— I've been obsessed with werewolves since very young, — she examined one of the drawings herself, — incredible beasts they are.

— Cool, — the blonde whispered.

Wednesday turned to look at her with curiosity, only to dismiss it right away, — Your belongings are already here, so I'll leave you to shower and will be back in forty minutes for our tour. Don't be late.

Enid ventured herself to the bathroom after Wednesday left and it was enormous, mostly done in dark black marble and gold. It was luxurious enough to make her feel out of place. She tried to be fast even though that bathtub almost convinced her to stay for much longer. She realized then she didn’t know what to wear, were the Addams casual about loungewear? They didn’t really look like it, Wednesday was always neatly and well dressed, even to sleep, her nightgowns were always elegant and cute. She ended up opting for a casual maroon wrap dress and black mules.

As if by premonition, as soon as she was done with her hair she heard two knocks on the room door and said, — Come in. 

Wednesday got into the room, also changed, now wearing a pitch black linen jumpsuit and black loafers. She looked Enid up and down and got closer, — Ready for the tour?, — she asked, extending her hand.

Enid felt her cheeks get hot but complied regardless, — Sure, — she gave her hand.

Wednesday guided her out of the room and down the long stairway and led her to the kitchen first. 

— This kitchen is one of my favorite places, — her tone was warm enough to make Enid melt, — grandma is usually the one to cook our meals, as she likes it the most, but whenever she’s busy with her potions we all take turns, — she explained, walking around the room,— except for Lurch, he doesn’t like it. 

Enid couldn’t help but wonder what Wednesday’s food would taste like, and she hoped to get a taste of it that week.

— This kitchen is beautiful, Wends, — she grinned, — I’d love to cook here someday! 

— Who knows, — Wednesday responded ominously, —  you might.

Next stop was at Morticia’s greenhouse; a considerably large structure filled with unimaginable types of plants. Enid took a while to process the sheer amount of colors in such a black and gray house. She knew her brain could never even begin to understand a tenth of the plants in there. 

— These are my mother’s most prized possessions, — Wednesday gestured aimlessly, — besides my father, of course.

Enid chuckled, — It’s so cool! And they’re really cute too, your parents.

— Only if by cute you mean utterly annoying with their public displays of affection, — she rolled her eyes, — although, I’m closer to understanding them better. 

— Really? Why?

— Farei o mesmo contigo. 

Enid tilted her head, an eyebrow raised, — What is that supposed to mean?

Before Wednesday could answer, however, a dark figure popped out from behind a tall carnivorous plant. It was Morticia Addams and she had a smug look on her face. She positioned herself behind Enid and placed her hands on her shoulders. 

— I could translate it to you, dear, — she offered with a kind smile.

— Mother, please return to the shadows you came from, — Wednesday pleaded. 

The matriarch simply smirked, ignoring her daughter. Enid felt confused, as if she was in the middle of some sort of cold war; she wondered what should be her next step.

— Do not worry, Enid, — Morticia pat her on the top of the head, — as much as it would please me to help you, Addamses don’t play with each other’s food, — she said, walking away, — but girls, please don’t be late for dinner. 

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Wednesday cut the tour short, taking Enid to her favorite place of all: the family library. Her mother had been a nuisance but she wouldn’t allow her family to perturb her plans, there was no reason for her to be ashamed. The gigantic room was as dark as every other room in the house, lit by three dramatic chandeliers and several golden candelabras; the bookshelves were higher than the ones at Nevermore and packed with all sorts of books, most leatherbound, and all neatly organized. 

Enid was appalled with the sheer size of that place, she’d imagined it would be big by Wednesday’s constant comparisons to their school’s library, but the real thing was much more vast than she expected. Suddenly she understood how the Addams were such knowledgeable people, she felt her fingers itch to skim through every book there. 

Wednesday guided her through the different sections of books, showing with pride the extent of her family’s collection and all the incredibly rare pieces they had. The witchcraft section was the most significant, with dozens of books on dark arts and several grimoires from old relatives. Enid wondered if her pack had even half the number of ancestors the Addams had.

— How does it work, — Enid motioned to a spellbook on the shelf closer to her, — could I use a spell if I just read it aloud? 

Wednesday picked up the book, — Not necessarily, — she opened it on a random page, — spells like the ones on this book require the caster to have magic ancestry, so if you don’t have it, it won’t produce any results.

— Makes sense, — Enid placed her index on chin, — do y’all have lots of witches in the family?

— Yes, — her eyes pierced Enid’s, — my mother is a very powerful one, she’s fantastic with hexes. 

Enid’s eyes went wide, — Does that mean you’re a witch too?

Wednesday let out a slight smile, — I am, but I don’t practice it as much.

— That’s so cool, Wends! Why didn’t you tell me?

— You never asked.

The brunette closed the spellbook, placing it back on it’s place and resumed walking. Enid, however, kept thinking about her crush’s new found status as a witch; it was absurdly impressive. Why didn’t she use her witch powers though? Could it have to do with her not wanting to be exactly like her mother? Also, how strong was her mother? Wednesday rarely commented on them like that. She felt oddly at ease knowing such powerful people were trying to help her.

The strongest wolves of Enid’s pack weren’t exactly the most friendly ones, not even her older brother who often disregarded her pleas for help on her old condition. So it was comforting to know she could count on the Addams, they were unlike any other family she had ever met; truly outcasts among outcasts.

Finally they reached the section Enid was most eager to see: the werewolf section. It was mind blowing; she had never even seen that many books on werewolf anatomy and hunting methods. The latter was a bit scary. Her own pack’s library had only three different titles on anatomy and none on hunting (which she could kind of understand why). It made her even more curious to read them all, she hoped they could lend her a few to read after that week. 

Wednesday seemed to be impatient to talk about those shelves which Enid even more excited to ask:

— Please, tell me all about this!

The goth’s eyes went dark as her pupils magnified. She began by explaining that she had an uncle who was an impressive wolf, he was the first one she ever saw transform, around the age of two. That thrilling night changed her forever, as she watched her uncle rip apart an adult grizzly bear with his bare claws; it was a scene she’d never forget. From then on she became obsessed, going as far as to keep the bear’s skull on the wall at the top of her bed. She cherished every full moon her uncle came over, and he came quite often with her pleas, that was until he had to take over the Addams’ clan; it made him way too busy, but he still visited.

Enid listened with full attention as Wednesday told her how much she wanted to become a werewolf as a kid, which unfortunately was impossible given her already magic blood, that prevented the wolf curse from attaching to witches. She admitted it took a long time for her to accept it, but, as time went by, she was able to just admire and respect them, including Enid.

— You’re truly fantastic, Enid, — she stared, — I’ve seen many wolves, never one like you.

Enid felt the heat that took over her cheeks, — Thanks, I’m not that cool though, you know that better than anyone.

Wednesday frowned, — You couldn’t be more wrong. Besides, “cool” is such a bland word to describe you, I prefer “incredible”. — she made a pause and turned to the door, — we should go, it’s dinner time and mother is way too pleased by lateness. 

The dinner table was long and lavish, black, like everything in the manor, with gold ornaments here and there; Enid noticed that gold was often the only type of color allowed around the Addams. It was truly a feast, there was enough food to feed Enid’s entire family, and they were plenty (she wondered if the Addams had as much of an appetite).

Enid finally got to meet grandma Addams (she got even more curious to know the old witch’s name, as no one seemed to use nor make any motion to tell her), who was a dear and a very amusing woman. Grandma thanked her multiple times for her blood and assured she had more than enough when she offered more, although she affirmed she would ask for more when she ran out, since Enid’s blood seemed to be so strong. She also made sure to tell Enid she’d offer her witchcraft services as a payment (dark arts included!). 

Pugsley was also someone she’d been eager to get to know better and he did not disappoint. He reminded her a bit of Eugene, although the Addams boy was way more cunning and ingenious. He told her all about his bombs and traps and how much he missed training with his sister. He also asked if he could watch her transform, a question interrupted by Wednesday.

Wednesday rarely intervened on the dinner chatter, it oddly amused her to watch Enid blend in so well with her family. Most outsiders to the family were very scared of them, perturbed and, more often than not, disgusted; but Enid fit right in. The brunette felt pleased, although she did not doubt for a second that her roommate would be anything else but an excellent guest. 

As dinner ended, Lurch excused himself from the table to clean, and grandma returned to her potions in the attic. Enid was chatting with Morticia and Pugsley about poisonous plants when Gomez Addams called for Wednesday, inviting her to talk in private. He took her to an adjacent room and lit up a cigar, offering her, which she refused, so he began to smoke it himself.

— She’s perfect, my little viper, — he said, holding the cigar between his teeth.

— I know, father, — Wednesday made no attempt to hide a small smile that made it’s way to her face. 

— I see the curse has fallen upon you at last, — he grinned, — oh, the Addams curse of maddening love!

Wednesday rolled her eyes, — You were right at the end, not even I could avoid it. 

— You know, your mother is incredibly proud of you; she hasn’t spoken of anything else. 

— Unsurprising, mother has always been the most insanely romantic of us. 

— She has! It kills me everyday! — He proclaimed with a huge smile.

— Oh to be killed with such a frequency… — Wednesday marveled, — I can't wait. But alas, father, we must return, I have plans to execute.

— Always the mastermind, my little storm cloud, let’s go back to our lovers.

When they returned, the dining room was empty, so they made their way to the living room. There they were, Enid, Morticia, Pugsley and Thing. Thing was bloodied, having returned from his hunting time, which he seldom had, to relax.

Gomez made his way to his wife, and Pugsley got up, way too tired to keep himself awake. Thing was telling Enid about how much he needed a time off, as keeping up with their friend’s adventures was very tiring and Enid deeply agreed. They agreed to take some time the next day to have manicures and some clay masks. 

Wednesday got close to them and asked to speak to Enid. Thing tapped that they’d go to their hammock then, and that they shouldn’t expect them to be up when they got there. Wednesday nodded and took Enid’s hand, guiding her out of the room.

They walked for a while and Enid felt like the house was pretty much like a maze. They ended up outside, in what seemed to be the backyard. It couldn’t really be called a backyard though, it was more like a forest. “Nah, it’s definitely a forest”, Enid thought. But close enough to the house there was a set of garden chairs and an old gray metal table. Wednesday took them there.

As they seated, side by side, Wednesday looked up. The manor was far enough from the city to allow them to see the stars and there were plenty of them that night. Enid ended up looking up as well and became enthralled by the view; it was pretty much like the night sky at her home in San Francisco, so it made her feel at ease.

— It’s so pretty, — she murmured, looking at the stars.

— Yes, unquestionably beautiful, — Wednesday said, looking at Enid.

Enid felt herself heat up, even without knowing those words were meant for her.

— The blood moon is tomorrow, — she began, looking back at Wednesday, — do you think anything bad will happen?

— I won’t allow anything bad to happen to you, meu bem. 

Enid chuckled, — Thank you, Wends, but you really gotta start translating whatever it is that you’re saying.

— I will, soon, — the goth offered a devilish smile, — are you afraid of tomorrow?

Enid sighed, — I am, — her shoulders slumped, — what if I hurt someone?

— Enid, I’m sure my whole family would be honored to be harmed by you, but you don’t have to worry, I won’t allow anything bad to happen. I know how much this matters to you.

Enid breathed deeply, feeling completely wooed by the way her crush took care of her, — You’re too good to me, Wends.

Wednesday took her face into her hands, and locked their eyes together, — Enid Sinclair, — she got closer, — I could never be too good to you.

Their breaths were close enough to be felt by each, Enid felt her body burn inside out, whatever was happening was making her body tremble. 

— I know what you’ve done, paixão, — Wednesday spoke, with a devious smile, — it was so easy to see and I almost missed it, — she kept going as Enid felt her heart rate tower, — of course it would be a Caesar cypher, the first kind to show up when you Google, after all, you use the internet for everything.

Enid tried to shake her head, — I don’t know what you mean, Wends, — but she knew she got caught.

— There’s no reason to deny it, amor, — her face was now only a few centimeters away from Enid’s, — please know that I adored it. It was the most romantic thing someone has ever done for me. I’ll show you just how much I liked it.

Their faces touched. It was barely a kiss at first, just a faint brush of lips as Wednesday teased, forensics could never find proof of the touch; but then she lost her patience and her body moved on it’s own. Their eyes closed and Enid’s lips parted just enough and suddenly it burned, and the fire begged for more and more. Wednesday always prided herself on being a highly skilled arsonist, so the flames kept spreading, from her lips down to her heart and she wanted to be completely scorched like a witch at the stake. Her hold left Enid’s cheeks and moved to her nape and neck, and then everything changed.

Wednesday could pinpoint exactly the moment the kiss was violently broken, because she opened her eyes immediately to find that Enid had jumped meters back. Her eyes were completely dark, like everything in the house, and her face was red, her forehead dripping in sweat. Wednesday got up as soon as she heard the first bone snap. Enid fell on the floor and her body started bending and snapping and her cries got louder. But it was so fast, too fast for Wednesday to help her. She got close enough to try and hold her but Enid pushed her away, even in pain she was strong enough and sent Wednesday far from her. 

When the goth got up, her lover was no longer there, in her place was a colossal beast. A werewolf.

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Morticia, Gomez and Pugsley watched through one of the grandiose windows at the manor astronomy tower, as Enid Sinclair turned into a wild beast. Morticia's eyes lit up with amusement, Gomez looking for a camera to register the moment. Pugsley, against his sister's wishes, ran down to look at it from up close. As he opened the door to the house grounds, he was greeted with a running Wednesday.

— Go fetch the old witch, Pugsley, — she commanded, — inform her Enid has had an early transformation.

She left without giving him time to respond. Wednesday climbed up the stairs as fast as she could, House giving her some assistance by propelling her upwards every other step. With that aid, she didn't take long to reach her room.

There was a strategically positioned bag close to the door, which she quickly picked up and made her way back. The bag had been prepared on the day she arrived home; the contents were everything she found would be useful to help Enid's transformation at an odd circumstance. A couple of things included daggers (in case Enid struggled with any of the monsters in the woods), a flashlight, clothes, Enid's favorite industrialized snacks and so on.

Running back down to the forest she found that Enid was already gone, so she looked up to the manor tower searching for her mother, who'd be watching without a doubt. The matriarch pointed north and Wednesday followed, running eagerly.

It was, indeed, an odd situation. She had not at all expected Enid to transform immediately after their first kiss; thinking instead that the moment would last a bit more. She was pleased regardless, as it'd be hard to top such a romantic display of raw emotion (specially when it included a dramatic and painful body transformation). Even if she was deeply bothered by seeing Enid in pain, a part of her admired the gruesome view. 

After some minutes of going into the woods, Wednesday heard a sound very similar to that of a predator feasting on its prey and it could only be Enid, judging from the loudness of it. She approached carefully, trying to be as quiet as possible, knowing that werewolves could be easily startled in the first hour of their transformation. 

Her pupils went wide when she saw her, her wolf. The beast had a deer between its fangs and was munching lousily, which made Wednesday grin; it was odd for her, but she found the scene insufferably adorable, she wondered if Enid would like to know that later. She watched as the deer slowly dissapeared in the wolf's mouth, hidding silently behind a tree, although she she thought it was very unlikely that that was an efective hiding spot.

She was right, as soon as Enid was done with the deer she slowly turned towards the tree Wednesday was hiding behind, sniffing curiously. She approached the tree and as she got closer and closer to the brunette her tail started to wiggle. At the sight of that Wednesday couldn't help herself, so she made herself visible to the snow white fur.

She was immediately thrown on the ground, the beast climbing on top of her, almost crushing her bones, but she didn't complain (the pain inflicted by loved ones was the best there was). After noticing that the goth couldn't quite move under her, Enid picked her up with a soft bite on her torso and put the girl in front of her. 

— What a impressive creature you are, Enid Sinclair, — Wednesday raised her hand in the wolf's direction, — can I touch you?

The creature just stared at her, tail still wiggling.

— I'll take that as a yes, pup, — she said as she closed the distance between them and started to caress the wolf's front leg fur. She was amazed by the realization that she was, in fact, smaller than that leg. — Fantastic.

They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, Wendesday petting the oversized werewolf and Enid happily sitting there. Even though the mood was comfortable, they were still in the Addams manor forest, so Wednesday was not surprised when she heard growling nearby.

Gomez Addams was a man who loved deadly creatures, be they supernatural or not, so Morticia often gifted him with new pets to play with. One would think that, even given the sheer size of the family property, they'd run out of viable space for the new animals, but given the nature of the creatures they always had space for one more, as they'd often fight each other to death (and Pugsley loved hunting also). 

Enid's ears perked up as one of Gomez' prized pets growled closer to them. The wolf quickly picked up Wednesday again, this time jumping into the tree she'd been previously hiding and climbing to place her at a high enough spot. Wednesday was impressed and accepted her position, settling down to watch.

The large grizzly didn't compare to Enid's size, but the bear had no interest in comparing sizes, locking eyes with the wolf and slapping the ground. At the wolf's lack of response, the bear began to huff and snat their teeth together. This caused the wolf to growl and show her teeth, rounding animal.

The grizzly then charged at Enid, veering away at the last second, trying to scare off the other predator. That method seemed to only anger Enid, as she immediately charged back, not backing away. The bear hit her with it's paw, aiming for her neck, and the wolf took the hit with no interest of dodging, instead using the opening to bite the bear's neck. The attack was effective, causing the animal to fall on the ground, whimpering, and, from the top of the tree, Wednesday's eyes shimmered with delight.

Long and bloodied fangs made their way into the bear's neck, killing it victoriously and feasting on the prize. Enid paused only to look up at Wednesday and the resumed with her dinner and the goth wondered if bear meat was better raw.

After eating most of the grizzly, Enid, now with her white fur full of deep red spots, climbed the tree again, fetching Wednesday and putting her safely on the ground. Letting out a whine, the wolf grabbed the bear's head, without much force, and looked at Wednesday than back south, in the direction at manor, which Wednesday understood as signal to head home. And so she did, and Enid followed her closely, ears still perked up, just in case another wild animal showed up to bother them. 

As they got to the house, the Addams were all there to greet them, Pugsley with an crossbow in hand, pointing at the forest behind Enid. They all wore big smiles in their faces, even grandmother, who had what seemed to be a huge beef in her hands. 

Enid placed the head at Gomez' feet and sitted, staring at him and waiting. The man seemed utterly flattered, examining the head and turning it around to check the bite marks. 

— Well, I never doubted for a second that my pets would be more than easy prey for you, Enid, — he grinned, — I'll have this as a house decoration!

— It will definetely make our days much darker! — Morticia added with enthusiasm.

That seemed enough to the wolf, as it's tail wiggled more than ever, and she looked at Wednesday happily.

— Boa garota, pup, — the goth caressed the wolf, — good job.

Even if Enid could understand very little of what was being said in her wolf form, she felt accomplished and let out a loud and long howl. The oldest Addams called the wolf with a whisle, which brought Enid's attention to her; she then threw the large piece of meat to the wolf, exclaiming: — Catch it!, and Enid obeyed, eating it in one bite. It caused her to yawn loudly, making the Addams melt around her, finding it extremely cute.

— What was in it? — Wednesday asked her grandmother.

— A potion to transform her back, she'll fall asleep quickly and her body will go back in a few minutes, — the old witch explained.

The family waited calmly, watching as the wolf fell got smaller on the ground. Eventually Enid got closer to her human size and Wednesday rushed to cover her with one o her  black blankets, knowing her roommate's clothes had been obliterated earlier. A little later they saw blonde hair with pink and blue strands show up from the blanket.

Enid covered herself, getting up and looking around confused, — What happed? — she asked when she finally saw her roommate.

Wednesday looked at her with a smirk, — What do you remember, my love?

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Enid was at a complete loss for words. At first she imagined she must’ve been going mad and imagining things, but when they were in the privacy of their room Wednesday repeated herself.

— What do you recall, my love?

Her brows furrowed without her consent and she didn’t complain.

— I’m sorry, what? — She transpired her confusion throughout her body.

— Do you not remember anything? Or are you just unable to understand anything I say?

Wednesday asked it so blankly it almost calmed Enid.

— I can understand you, ok? — She scoffed. 

— Then respond to me.

Enid stared at her in disbelief. Could it really be she’d misheard Wednesday call her her love ? Could it be that she was truly going mad? The questions were consuming her so that she didn’t realize she’d been frozen for longer than could be considered normal.

— Enid, dearest, are you alright?

And there it was again, what was with those words and why was she using them? She realized she’d have to ask. Obviously. Goddamn Addams and their nonchalant ways! 

— Wednesday… — she began softly, afraid of something she couldn’t quite describe yet, — what is going on?

The brunette stared back with curiosity, as if examining one of her bloodied knives. Enid knew that look, she was deeply entertained. 

— You’ve transformed earlier than we predicted, a result of an unexpected emotional exertion, no doubt, — she stated, matter of factly, — we managed to bring you back to your human self with a potion crafted by my Grandma. 

Enid absorbed every word, even if she knew that was nowhere what she was asking about. She didn’t exactly forget her transformation, but only recalled bits and pieces, so Wednesday helped her update her senses of the past hours. Still.

— And…? — She allowed the silence to linger, hoping it would be enough of a cue to what she wanted to know.

It wasn’t. — And what? — Wednesday retorted.

She tried to bring herself to ask it, And what about calling me your love, calling me dearest? But she couldn’t, fearing she might still be hallucinating, so she just fell down on her fluffy bed and closed her eyes.

— I’m too tired for this, gotta sleep, — she replied, instead. 

— Whatever you need, dearest. — Wednesday let out softly and made her way out of the room, too fast for Enid to even try to be confused again.

Time passed. Not only Enid slept herself out, but she slept enough to believe she’d hallucinated her conversation with Wednesday post transformation, especially considering the Addams did not repeat any of those words again after she woke up. It was an odd feeling, like she was certainly going insane with those (surely fabricated) memories haunting her. But time passed anyway.

The dynamic with the Addams remained the same, they were extremely nice to her and she’d envy their family love everytime, wishing she could one day be a part of a united family like this. It was bittersweet.

Wednesday had been nothing but her usual self. Provoking and dark. Still dutifully studying her ancestor’s diaries but now keeping her thoughts to herself on the matter, as she affirmed Enid would end up distracted by despair and in reality just needed to get ready for her next real transformation.

The fateful night arrived faster than Enid wanted it to. She loved the Moon. It was her deity after all. But she feared it that night more than ever.

The Addamses all gathered around her to wish her good luck and assure her that nothing bad would happen, that she could maim and kill anything in their yard without remorse and even them if it came to it. She found it disturbing that it kind of felt like Grandma Addams really wanted to be part of the carnage. Damn Addams.

As the family retreated to the porch, Wednesday walked Enid to the edge of the family forest. Enid could almost swear Wednesday looked nervous, her eyes didn’t look as calm and deadly as usual. It worried her.

— It’s going to be okay, Enid, — Wednesday reassured her, as if reading her mind, — besides, it’s fun to have a wild beast on the loose, haven’t felt that thrilled in a while. 

Enid could tell her friend wasn’t being completely truthful, but didn’t want to bring it up now.

— You should go back now, — she said simply, wishing for the night to just pass as fast as it could.

Wednesday looked her in the eyes for a few seconds and then stepped back, — I guess I should, — and turning around she just started walking away.

Typical , Enid thought. She ventured slowly into the Addam’s forest, still listening to Wednesday’s quiet and measured steps towards the manor, they were such a familiar sound for her by now it soothed her.

Her calm walk however was cut short by a strike she felt on her knees. There was no one around to hit her, it came from her insides. As if a lightning had fallen from the sky, no, not fallen, shot carefully and guided at her, a shock took hold of her entire body and she crumbled to the ground. The snaps, cracks and pops of her bones breaking were noisy enough to scare away a few crows that had been watching her from the trees.

Her neck tilted without hesitation, almost breaking itself, and Enid couldn’t keep herself from wailing, her scream echoing through the woods. She tried to grab whatever she was on top of, mud, earth, leaves, roots? She couldn’t tell, her senses were all null, she only felt excruciating pain. It took no longer than a minute though, and there it was once again. A colossal beast. Enid's werewolf. 

Wednesday was almost at her porch when she heard the howl. It was majestic and she felt herself shiver to the sound, it drew her back to the forest.

She had her set of knives and daggers with her, even if she was confident there would be no need for it. Enid had been perfectly behaved the time prior, there was no reason to believe she’d do any different this time.

Increasing her pace towards her wolf, Wednesday started to feel anxious. She couldn’t quite tell why, but her heart beat faster and it was enough to make her scoff at herself. She hadn’t been much deep in the forest, she could still see the lights of the manor from in between the trees, when she called. 

— Enid, — she called in almost a whisper, knowing the extent of Enid’s hearing abilities, — I’ve only come to see you.

And then a howl made itself heard again, sending shivers down Wednesday’s spine. Her eyes went wide with realization as she froze into place. She was scared .

Wednesday Addams wasn’t one to be scared. It took a lot to even suggest the idea of fear in her mind, but that howl… she could tell by the way her hands instinctively reached for her daggers, that howl was a threat. And even if she was very trusting of her own hunting abilities, she had no interest in hurting Enid, so she turned around and began running towards her house.

She managed a few meters, running at a quick and steady pace, never looking back, but her predator would always be faster. She knew it as she felt the air thicken around her.

She lunged herself forward and barely missed the claws that tried to rip her apart. Getting up quickly, she threw a dagger in the wolf’s direction, trying to buy herself some time. As she tried to resume her running, a huge paw threw her body into a tree, almost knocking her out.

— Easy, now, girl, — she said before she could hold herself. 

The wolf looked at her, almost tricking her into believing it had worked, but then tried to graze her again. She rolled up to the side but felt as the skin on her left arm burned in pain, she didn’t stop to look at the scratch, too focused on trying to run away.

— Enid, — she commanded, — retreat now, or you will regret this.

Her hard tone did not help calm down the creature that growled in front of her and prepared itself to attack again. Grunting and showing her teeth, Enid tried to intimidate Wednesday into submission.

— Enid, — the girl tried again, softer this time, — my love, — she poured all of herself into the last word, — meu amor, come back to me.

And as if she’d casted a spell, the wolf started breaking down, reducing and whimpering like a hurt puppy. Wednesday, unbothered by her butchered arm, reached into the bag she kept with herself with clothes for Enid, got a pitch black mantle and got closer, waiting for human Enid to show up so she could cover her.

The de-transformation took a bit longer than what Wednesday remembered, she wondered if her grandmother’s potion had something to make it faster or was it just the circumstances? Didn’t matter much now, she’d just covered Enid’s body and was waiting patiently for the blonde to say something.

Enid seemed heavily disoriented, picking up the clothes Wednesday was handing her mindlessly and dressing up on auto.

— Enid, — Wednesday broke the silence as soon as her friend was properly dressed, — can you talk?

The blonde looked at her in confusion at last, taking in the image of the Addams in front of her. Her eyes were unfocused, then scanning her face, then her body and then Enid’s face was in complete despair.

— Wednesday! — She almost jumped, — What happened to your arm? What the hell! 

Wednesday grinned, — You did this, don’t you remember? — she answered playfully.

But it didn’t have the effect she expected. She expected Enid to be apologetic and scared, and to go “OMG, I can’t believe this!” but it didn’t happen. Enid just stood there, looking at her arm, her eyes getting darker and sullen. 

— It’s nothing, Enid, — Wednesday played it off, — I’ll have the most beautiful scars. 

But Enid just stood there, staring, frozen in place, and Wednesday desperately wanted to know what was going on in her head.

It took a while for Enid to break the silence and when she did, Wednesday felt a punch to the gut.

— I’ll never touch you again.

— What are you saying, Enid?

Enid scoffed, — You know exactly what, — she replied with disdain, — this has gone too far, it’s not safe for anyone to be around me.

Wednesday realized where Enid was going with and became instantly angry at the idea.

— I won’t allow you to leave in any way, Enid, — she stated, — you’re still under my care, this is nothing but a little bruise. 

— I could’ve killed you, — the blonde got closer to examine her wounds, — it even looks like I wanted to.

— You don’t know what happened, you were unconscious.

— I don’t care, Addams, I’m leaving, — her voice was cold as she stepped back.

Wednesday stepped forward, trying to close the space between them, — You’re not going anywhere, Sinclair.

Enid turned around, — Stay the fuck away from me, Wends.

She ran way too fast even in her human form for Wednesday to catch up. By the time the brunette saw her family at the porch again, they all looked sadder than usual

— Where. Is. Enid. — She asked, panting. 

Her father sighed, — She said she needed something from her room, when I checked she was gone already.

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The Addams’ family manor was surrounded by thick forest. Their closest neighbors were too far to hear them on their loudest days. Looking for a blonde teenager in the woods around the house would be fun on a regular day, but that night it wasn’t something they were looking forward to. Pugsley led the search with Lurch, they had the better noses. 

  Enid was careless enough to leave traces, which made Wednesday more worried; they weren’t the only ones outside of the family property. But after following the traces till dawn, they arrived at one of the forest edges, leading to a highway. The highway led either back to the family property or to a nearby village, so the Addams decided to ask around the village.

 The small town had very few inhabitants and plenty of them showed up in their front porches to watch the Addamses walk into town. They, of course, ignored the attention as it was no new experience. Morticia quickly guided them to what seemed to be the town bar, and Gomez took the lead asking the bar owner for information.

— Hey fella, — he began with a welcoming smile —, have you seen a blonde teenager around the town? We’re looking for my daughter’s friend.

The older man looked back at him with suspicion, measuring him up, — I might have. 

— Oh! I see, — Gomez slapped himself in the forehead and reached inside his pocket, — please, tell me what you remember —, he handed the man a bundle of hundred dollar bills, making the bar owner gasp.

— Yes, I saw her, — he almost yelled —, she was very disheveled and was asking for directions to the nearest airport. I told her to head east, Newark is not far from here.

Gomez looked back at Wednesday, — Tell Lurch to get us a car, — he then turned to the bar owner, — thank you, mister, have a good life.

Lurch managed to steal a fairly good car from someone who was driving past them on the highway, it was black and fit everyone so no one had any complaints. They drove as fast as the car was able to, making sharp turns and overtaking other cars. A police car tried to follow them at some point but Lurch was too good of a driver. They arrived at the airport in record time.

The Addams decided to split up, Gomez and Morticia heading up to Nevermore and Wednesday, Pugsley and Thing taking a plane to San Francisco. Lurch would return home and keep watch.

It wasn’t difficult for Wednesday to get tickets for the flight about to leave, as her family was rich enough to afford the whole plane if she needed to.

— I know you’re nervous, but we’ll find her in no time, — Pugsley told her as soon as they took their seats in first class —, I think you’re right about her going back home.

Wednesday grunted, — Don’t pity me, brother.

— I’d never pity you, Wednesday, — he scoffed —, I know better. But I still believe what I said.

She looked him in the eyes and conceded, — Thank you.

Thing laid down on Wednesday’s lap quietly and the girl could see her friend was incredibly upset, — It’s okay, Thing, she’ll come back with us —, she reassured the hand, although she wasn’t much sure of herself.

The flight took a little over six and a half hours, the sun was barely starting to lower in the sky.

  They quickly left the airport and Pugsley called his parents to ask for Enid’s address whilst Thing stole a motorcycle for them. Wednesday felt stupid for never trying to find Enid’s home address before, she made a mental note to never be this careless again. Morticia was quick to send them the address she got from the school headmistress herself and as soon as a disembodied hand showed up driving a black Harley Davidson they hopped up on the bike and drove away.

  Enid’s clan lived pretty far, in a quiet secluded area. Not as hidden as the Addams, but still well hidden. The gates enclosing the entrance of the small community were tall and spiked at the top, not the most friendly. Pugsley was the first to hop off the bike. 

— I’ll be nice, try not to threaten them immediately, — he told his sister —, we know werewolves are very territorial.
Wednesday rolled her eyes, — I’m not scared of a few dogs, brother.

— There, you cannot say that, — he inhaled deeply —, please don’t say that.

— Whatever, lead the way.

  Pugsley walked slowly from where they parked to the tall gates. There were two men who appeared to be guarding them from the inside, chatting, and as soon as they sighted them they stopped. One of them took a step closer to the gate.

— Who are you? — He yelled, scrunching his face.

Pugsley waited until he was close enough to be heard properly, — Hello, I’m Pugsley Addams, nice to meet you, — he greeted, in a serious tone.

The man, who had dirty blond hair, looked back at his friend and they seemed to signal something to each other, — Leave at once —, he commanded turning back, — Addams are not welcomed here.

— We’re here for Enid Sinclair, — Pugsley insisted, his tone still cold and collected —, she’s a friend of ours.

— Enid has no friends, — the other man sneered.

Pugsley smiled broadly, — We have no ill intentions, we only wish to visit, — he looked to his sister by his side, Wednesday was as still as a statue —, my sister would go alone if there’s a need.

The blond man analyzed Wednesday, measuring her up and down, — I won’t allow this little girl on our grounds, leave now or there’ll be consequences.

Wednesday puffed without patience, — I’ve had enough of this —, she declared, and next thing they knew she had the blond man on a chokehold through the gates, her silver knife dangerously placed on his throat.

The other guard’s eyes almost  jumped off his face. He froze in place, his fingertips shaking, —  What the fuck! Let him go or I’ll kill you! —, he screamed. The fear in his body was almost palpable.

Pugsley sighed, — Listen, buddy, just help us and no one will have to be cruelly murdered.

The blonde guard was shivering and as he tried to pull away from Wednesday’s grasp, the girl made a warning cut under his jaw, making him let out a small cry, — Dave, please help me!

— If you hurt him, Addams, we’ll kill your family! — The free guard cried out.

— Dude, open the gates and bring Enid to us, can’t you see my sister is getting tired?

Dave looked back to Wednesday, noticing her death glare, — Let him go, — he tried to scare her by showing his canines.

Unfortunately for him, Wednesday got even more irritated and decided to cut her hostage’s face this time, carving an uppercase A on his forehead whilst keeping her eyes locked with the other guard.

— Bring Enid to me. Now.

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“Dear Wednesday,

I’m sorry. I was scared when I ran away, scared of hurting you and what that could mean. I came home to ask my dad to help me, I always trusted him with my secrets, he always helped me hide from mom. He didn’t help me this time.

My mother was so angry when she found out, she immediately called for a council meeting, lol. So I guess I’ll be burned at the stake or something like that, sacrificed and all. I didn’t think things would happen like this, I thought my dad would help me.

Anyways, he got me a pen and this old piece of paper to write to you. I begged him to. It’s the least he can do, right? I mean, he literally betrayed my trust! 

Whatever, I think it’s for the best after all, at least I won’t ever hurt you again. I love you, you know? That’s why I ran, I can’t fathom the idea of putting you in danger, of being a threat to you. I know you're probably gonna say something like “but Enid I like danger” and bla bla bla, but I don’t care! I love you W”

The pen was snapped off of Enid’s fingers as she wrote as Murray Sinclair heard knocks on the door.

— Yes?

— Open this door at once, Murray, — Esther Sinclair sounded annoyed as she tried the door handle.

The feeble man took the unfinished letter from Enid’s hands as well, making the girl grunt. She would’ve complained, but she knew it would only make things worse. He opened the door.

Esther walked into the room taking space, she carried something behind her back. — There was a change of plans, she must be taken right now.

— Yes, dear, — Murray accepted, looking down at his shoes, and Enid then saw how pathetic her father truly was. He would never stand up to anyone, for anything.

Enid simply allowed herself to be carried by her father; she had her hands locked together in front of her and her neck carried a thick silver chain. She saw no reason for it all, they’d been starving her, she had no strength to transform. 

The silver necklace did hurt. The feel of silver always hurt, it was a common misconception that werewolves had to be pierced with it to make it work; in reality, the mere touch of silver was enough to burn the skin. But Enid had no intention of showing weakness, something inside of her refused to allow her to be seen as weak.

They soon got to the council. It was a wide open space in the middle of the Sinclair Pack Village, and her family members were all reunited around the big bonfire they usually lit up for celebrations or rituals. It wasn’t much of a good sign.

Enid realized some people were missing, most of them were clan guards, which didn’t make much sense, since they usually only had two at the gates, so curiosity got the best of her.

— Hey mom, is something wrong? Where’s Jonan, Dave and the others? — she asked, knowing at least Dave was usually back from guard duties after twelve. 

Her mother squirmed, but kept herself quiet.

— Oh, so there is something going on, huh? — she probed, noticing her mother grow uneasy, — Well, if you’re not telling me I’ll just ask the rest of the family.

Esther stopped them, they were steps from walking to the center, — If you dare open your mouth, I will make sure your friend never returns home.

Enid froze, and her mother wasted no time ordering her father to quickly place her on an improvised wooden structure built in the middle of the soon to be lit bonfire.

The noise of her pack talking all around her wasn’t loud enough to muffle her thoughts, her mind was aghast with the realization that Wednesday was probably somewhere close. That’s the only thing that’d explain the guards being away and her mother’s words. Wednesday came after her. And she was in danger. She knew her family, her pack, they could be vicious when they wanted to. And Wednesday was never one to be easily scared, so the fact they’d sent so many of her cousins after her was enough proof that something bad was going on.

“”Could it be that they had her already?” Enid asked herself, “There’s no way she’d go down this easily”, and that answer made her no more relaxed. Her bones were beginning to burn, she felt herself get sick from worry.

— Silence! — Esther spoke on a microphone, making Enid’s ears tremble in pain, becoming more sensitive as each second went by. 

— A blood werewolf made it’s way into our pack, into our lives, — her voice was intense, — an aberration, a crime against the moon that blessed us with our lives! — the others shouted words against Enid, but all she felt was pain in her ears, — This ends now, — Esther spoke lower and turned to look at Enid one last time, — may the moon goddess bless us for this offering.

Esther picked up a lighter from her pocket, the Sinclairs now erupting in shouts of encouragement, and as if fueled by that, she threw the lighter lit up by her youngest daughter's feet and walked away.

Enid closed her eyes as soon as she felt the fire touch her naked toes, she didn’t want to do that anymore, but it was too late and she refused to scream, so she simply allowed herself to let a couple of tears stream down her face. Her ears still pierced her with pain and her bones still burned hotter than the fire beneath her, but she wouldn’t scream and she wouldn’t look them in the eyes, any of them. The fire grew stronger, and she felt the scalding fire reach higher and higher, and her ears pierced and her bones burned. The fire grew stronger and suddenly it all stopped.

She heard something. Someone. Someone called her. — Enid, get the hell out of there! — Someone called her.

— Enid I know damn well a little silver and a pathetic excuse of a bonfire aren’t near enough to kill you. Get. Out. — The voice got louder, — Now!

And so her bones cracked.

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Screams. All around. The people who eagerly expected a sacrifice were now afraid and panic was felt in the air.

Whilst Enid Sinclair, the blood moon werewolf, transformed through the fire, a purple arrow dripped in wolfsbane flew past her and into her mother’s leg, causing Esther to wail and fall to the ground. Soon enough the Sinclair clan was desperately trying to locate the source of the attack, although many of them simply retreated to the woods.

It was no use, two other arrows found their way into Murray Sinclair’s right arm and some random cousin’s hip. And as other werewolves found themselves falling in pain, arrow after arrow, with their attackers nowhere to be seen, chaos ensured. Some of the lucky ones, who managed to avoid being shot, began transforming out of despair thus making the scene even more confusing.

Wednesday Addams surely found that to be that to be the best moment to come to light, her silver knives in hand, each bathed in wolfsbane. She looked up to see her brother on top of a tall tree, his arrows depleted by now, and signed that he should hold position. 

As she got closer to what used to be a bonfire, she saw it. Her beast. Frozen in place, the blond wolf had some parts of its fur black after burning in the fire. Enid was frozen looking at a body next to her, a woman whimpering on the floor.

It was a sight like no other, the magnificent beast watching over her crying mother, her eyes as dark as the night, her teeth bare. Wednesday wondered what could be going through the werewolf’s mind in that moment, only to be caught by surprise by big claws that dragged her body to the floor.

Wednesday didn’t react immediately, she was so distracted by Enid she couldn’t even hear the other werewolf that grabbed her. But as soon as she realized what was happening, her instinct was to stick one of her knives on the creature that held her by the waist. It caused them to growl close to her ear and loosen the hold of her, allowing her to jump out of their reach.

Her eyes searched for Enid once again, but she wasn’t by Esther anymore. Wednesday turned back to the werewolf who still had her knife impaled into them, only to find them being toppled by Enid without difficulty. That fight was now outside of her reach, so she just put more distance between them.

Enid wasn’t vicious as she had been before, with animals at the Addams’ manor, but she still made great damage to what could be one of her cousins. The smaller wolf let out a whimpered howl, which caused the other werewolves, who had been transforming out of desperation, to come to their aid. 

Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, Wednesday signaled her brother to be ready as she knew he still had at least three arrows left. She had made those by hand, crafting them out of pure silver, embedded in wolfsbane, the Addams’ crest engraved into each. As soon as he signed back, she positioned herself close to Esther, who was trying to crawl somewhere.

— Be still or I’ll kill you myself, — she warned, stepping on the Sinclair matriarch’s neck.

— You will pay for this, Addams, — the woman scowled, but Wednesday paid her no mind.

She was focused on the fact that Enid was now surrounded by three other werewolves. Albeit smaller, the number disadvantage worried Wednesday, she got daggers she carried underneath her skirt and prepared herself to throw them, but then she heard Enid howl.

It was loud like never before, and it came accompanied by a disrespectful show of teeth. She was warning the other wolves. She was imposing herself. One of them, the smallest one, trembled and took a small step back, but refused to leave. The others growled back, showing no intention of backing down.

The smallest hit first. It was a quick leap into Enid’s left leg, a precise bite that made Wednesday shiver, but it did not matter for Enid did not falter. Without effort the blond werewolf grabbed the attacker by its neck with a bite and threw it away, causing them to hit a nearby tree. The other two jumped straight in afterwards.

It wasn’t as easy this time, the other two seemed to be more experienced, clawing and biting and making Enid work for it. She got soaked in blood, a lot of it her own, and the sight of it made Wednesday tremble, both in pleasure and worry. 

At a certain point Enid had her teeth into the werewolf with gray fur’s neck and they were whining in desperation. The second wolf, fully black fur, was tired but it still tried to jump on her back and force her to let go. Letting the gray one fall weakly to the ground, she turned to the other and barked at it, scratching their face with her sharp rainbow colored claws. It was over. They were all depleted, laying on the ground while Enid stood up imponent as ever.

— Enid, — Wednesday heard Esther call, — Enid, my daughter, look what you’ve done…, — she said ominously, — you’re a monster, I always knew you would be!

Irritated, Wednesday kicked her in the stomach, — Shut up, you’re a pathetic woman.

— Enid Sinclair, listen to your mother! — Esther yelled as her face twitched with pain, — You’re a monster, you know this!

Before Wednesday could kick her again, she heard heavy steps get closer to her and turning around she saw Enid get closer to them. She didn’t know what to expect, so she simply gave her space.

— I know you can understand what I’m saying, Enid, — her mother tried to get up, managing only to sit herself uncomfortably on the ground, — you can’t deny it, you’ve ruined this family.

Enid's face didn’t falter, her breath was steady and she simply listened.

— You are a shame, an abnormality, — she said viciously, — I should’ve never given birth to you.

And after those words Enid simply clawed her mother’s face, making her scream in agony as the werewolf turned around and fell to the floor, slowly turning back to human.

The scars would forever haunt Esther.

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Through the large window, Enid heard her mother scream. She could tell her voice apart from any other, especially when it was so loud, it was a pitch usually reserved for her. It was no surprise to her that her mother would seek her wherever she went, not after what she did.

Wednesday was also aware of the screams — her hearing being remarkable when it came from living sounds. Enid was also aware of that.

— Why is my mother screaming outside your manor? — Her voice was calm, but she took a deep breath that indicated otherwise.

— I haven’t the faintest idea, maybe she came for a visit, — Wednesday retorted, nonchalantly, — I suppose we could go downstairs and ask my parents.

Not waiting for Wednesday to finish her sentence, Enid was already up on her feet, trying to open the door, only to find it locked.

— Why am I locked in here? — She was louder this time as she faced the shorter girl.

Wednesday simply walked past her, inserting a large and rusty key to the lock and twisting it in a weird pattern. Twice left, one right, one left, three right. And the door swung open.
She led the walk downstairs, finding her parents lounging in the living room, wine goblet in hands, gazing at each other.

— Is Enid’s progenitor on our grounds?

Morticia took a sip of her wine and looked back at the girls, Enid now clearly disheveled, -— I assume so, she came for a visit but we weren’t accepting guests tonight.

— I’m sorry, but why would she be screaming outside? Did you do something to her? — Enid asked, exasperated. She didn’t mean to offend them, but worried filled her mind.

— Of course not, never without your permission, — Gomez replied with a big smile, — we did let our hyenas out their gates, for precaution against intruders.

— But we did warn her, darling, so I don’t really know why she’s screaming so close to our property. — Morticia was calm and casual, her eyes transmitted an air of relaxation that deeply confused Enid. She wasn’t sure of how she was supposed to feel about this whole thing. On one hand, she was afraid of her mother, what her presence would represent at the moment, but on the other she wanted to be pleased for being so cared for.

She had a lot of time to think about the events of the past week. Wednesday didn’t give much of a chance to do otherwise, essentially locking her in her room (although she was unaware of that part). The whole time she was encouraged to eat special meals, made specifically for a healthy werewolf diet, and to rest. That was basically Pugsley handing in meals to Wednesday who would then hand them to Enid and simply sit at her desk, writing notes or typing away until Enid fed herself. Enid herself had been very weak, to the point of being unable to fight herself out of bed and question her captors, and even when she asked, Wednesday would just give her vague details and excuses, telling her she was simply caring for her.

She understood that, but hearing her mother awakened her. Even though she felt her bones hurt slightly, she refused to back up to Wednesday’s room. She wanted to finish what started just a few weeks ago. She needed to find her mother.

Gently pulling her out of the room, Wednesday sensed a shift in Enid’s aura.

— What are you planning, meu bem? — Her tone was low and kind, her hand placed on top of Enid’s shoulder.

Enid looked past her, at an empty spot in the wall, — I’m wondering how to end things…

— This could be over in a second, just tell us and we’ll hunt her down, — Wednesday placed her hands on the side of Enid’s jaws, bringing her to look her in the eyes.

Enid considered it. She really did. But Esther was still her mother. Still someone she was supposed to care about. Her brain argued that care was earned, not owed, and her mother did everything wrong to her, everything to reduce her to ashes (quite literally).

— I don’t think that would be right, — she let her head fall, — I just don’t know my next steps.

Wednesday smiled softly, mostly to herself, — We’ll take care of you, you’ll have time to think.

— I’m truly undeserving of you and your family kindness, Wends, — she raised her head again, — I can’t accept it. I’ll find somewhere to settle. You get over it.

— Don’t make ridiculous jokes, Enid, — Wednesday scoffed, — your tuition at Nevermore has already been paid fully. — She stated with furrowed brows, — my parents have already contacted our lawyers; you are to choose between adoption or emancipation.

Enid’s mouth fell open, her brain was at a loss for words that made sense and she felt as if she was thrown into a parallel dimension.

— How could that even be possible? My parents are still alive!

— Addams make up for great lawyers, you’ll soon find out, — Wednesday deadpanned.

Between this, the past few days of being bed ridden, her angry mother trying to chase her, and almost dying in a creepy ritual, Enid somehow was way more shocked by such loving treatment she was receiving by the Addams family. It made no sense. She hadn’t offered them anything but trouble, by putting them and their daughter in danger multiple times. How could she be treated with such kindness?

— Why would y’all even do this? — She shook her head.

— Because I love you.