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Wednesday liked the nighttime.
It was the only time in the day when she could truly be left alone. She sleeps, sure, but there would be a time when sleep alluded her. So, she spent it on walking and walking anywhere that her feet would take her. Through the halls (though she had to sneak so as to not get caught by the dorm mother), the quad (pentagon), the lake and especially the forest. The forest where the only sound that accompanied her was the cacophony of wind rustling in the trees and insects chirping their melodies. It reminded her of the cemetery at home and it comforted her.
Usually, she would walk alone or with Thing on her shoulder if he wasn’t exhausted running errands for her. She thrived in the solace, but tonight was different. Tonight the moon was full and round, shining the path in front of her and another pair of pink boots walked alongside her.
“How are you feeling Enid?” Wednesday asked, seeing as there was not a peep coming from her companion.
“Anxious and itchy,” Enid answered, immediately scratching her arm. She was dressed lightly, in nothing but her pink coat and pink boots (despite what was going to happen she didn’t want to walk barefoot in the forest).
“Itchy.”
Enid hummed. “Like something’s underneath my skin.”
Wednesday huffed. “Furs you mean?”
Enid chuckled at that. “Yes Wends, furs.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s just under there, ready to come out. So it’s itchy.”
“I thought you would be used to it.”
Enid turned to look at her, forehead pinching. “I don’t think I will, to be honest.”
They were silent after that, letting their feet guide them through a familiar route. The sound of the forest and their boots was the only thing filling in the silence. It’s a peculiar thing this silence because to Wednesday a quiet Enid is a somber Enid and she didn’t like that one bit. But she understood the mood that her girlfriend was in. Despite the transformation, the one thing that her girlfriend had wanted—no needed all her life, it still wasn’t enough for her to be accepted by her mother. Even with the scars on her face as a testament to her feat for defeating the Hyde.
The rage Wednesday felt bubbling under her skin was incomprehensible when she learned that despite Enid’s effort, her mother didn’t even spare a glance at her. It made Enid feel as if what she went through was something so trivial and insignificant. Well not if Wednesday had anything to do about it. She didn’t even realise she was clenching her fists until she felt warm fingers caressing it. She turned to look at Enid and saw her eyebrows furrowed with worry.
“What’re you thinking about?” Enid asked though Wednesday was pretty sure she knew the answer to that. There was nothing else at the moment that would bring a wave of anger so deep and primal into Wednesday if it was not the werewolf’s mother. Didn’t mean she wouldn’t try to lie though.
“Nothing of your concern.” Sharp and precise she answered, automatic in her response.
Enid snorted, clearly amused. There was no bite behind those words, dull and rounded compared to when they first knew each other, soft as a kitten’s paw. “Uhuh, sure.”
Wednesday tried again. “It really is nothing. I was merely reminiscing.”
“About my mother?”
Wednesday scrunched her face in disgust but quickly schooled her expression to its neutral self. She didn’t like that Enid could see right through her but at the same time, it was exhilarating to be perceived by her. She didn’t understand herself sometimes. “Let me kill her for you.” She settled with that.
Enid barked out a laugh. “Gosh, you really don’t mince words huh.” She reached for Wednesday’s hand and stopped the other girl in her track. Unfurling the fist she intertwined their hands together and brought it up to her lips, kissing her girlfriend’s fingers. She could see the other girl shivered and she preened at the effect she had on her usually stoic lover.
“No killing my mom.” A grumble could be heard but she pressed on. “I’m over it. I think I have for a very long time now. The reason being is that you made me feel so loved that my heart is full enough.”
“But I could—”
“Shush I’m trying to confess my undying love to you.” Enid chastised playfully. “What I’m trying to say is fuck her, truly, because the only person that I want to accept me and be proud of me is you.”
Wednesday clasped Enid’s hands that were holding onto hers. Heart beating a million miles per hour that she was sure Enid could hear, moths fluttering in her stomach from the confession. “I’m already so proud of you, Enid Sinclair.” A full-blown smile broke out of Enid’s face, the radiance almost blinding Wednesday. If that were the case she didn’t mind if the object of her affection was also the object of her demise, she welcomed it.
“That’s all that matters then.”
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No matter how long time had passed since that night with the Hyde, there was still a lingering sense of dread in the pit of Wednesday’s stomach when she spotted the dead tree that she was pinned against. The scars from that night would tingle as if she could still feel the Hyde’s claws squeezing into her. Despite the vastness of the forest, they would always reach here, at this part of the forest where everything good and bad went down. ‘Trauma bonding’ Enid had said, as she too could not escape the overwhelming fear she felt that night, the fear of losing Wednesday.
As they got closer to the tree, Wednesday felt Enid squeeze her hand in reassurance, the action comforting her immediately. When they reached it she put down the bag on the ground and took out a blanket, spreading it under the dead tree. She looked at Enid who was fidgeting, looking anxious by the second.
“Is it almost time?” Wednesday asked.
Enid nodded. “In a little bit. I can feel the effect of the moon getting stronger.”
“Would you want me to look away?”
“No, I know you like to see me wolf out.” She punctuated it with a wink.
Wednesday could feel heat climbing up her neck toward her cheeks, so she looked away in retaliation, not wanting to give her girlfriend the satisfaction of her teasing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She hated how vulnerable she could get with her girlfriend but at the same time, she didn’t mind it. Again, she didn’t understand herself sometimes. She sat down on the blanket and started rummaging through her bag for the book that would occupy her for the remainder of the night.
Enid stepped closer, ungracefully plopping down onto the blanket. She took off her boots first, sighing in relief and then her coat, leaving herself bare to the world. She propped herself up with her arms behind her back and waited for the glow of the moon to finally shine down on her. Wednesday watched her from behind her book, waiting with anticipation for the glorious show that was about to happen. Her girlfriend wasn’t wrong when she said she liked to watch. It was akin to watching a train wreck or tornado, glorious in its nature.
The clouds began to part, signalling the beginning of a wild night. The moon’s glow directly shone toward her girlfriend, bathing her in its radiance like a spotlight. A gasp could be heard and suddenly Enid bent back, body contorting as if she was possessed. The show was starting and Wednesday was in the front-row seat, watching with excitement.
Nails that were once blunt elongated into sharp colourful claws and Enid used those claws to stab into her chest, ripping it open. A tuft of blonde fur bursts through the wound and skins tear away like fabric. She did it to her stomach and anywhere she could get her claws on, pulling off large chunks of skin to make way for furs that seemed to grow, becoming her new skin. Her face began to stretch outward, a telltale sign of it turning into a snout. But the change did not break the skin, forcing her to tear it off of her face, growling as her mouth widened to make room for more razor-sharp teeth and fangs.
Enid turned to her stomach, feeling her spine pushing upward, bones broken, ribs shattered to accommodate her organ change in size. She was glad that werewolves do not have tails as she could not imagine how painful it would feel to grow it out of her. The transformation process hurts but due to the rapid healing factor, it soothed the pain into a numbing ache. She ripped off the remaining skins, watching them pool all around her. Pulling her head back toward the sky, she howled to the moon, deep and soulful.
Wednesday watched in awe of her girlfriend, book forgotten as she tried to crawl closer. Enid had told her countless times not to approach her when she was freshly turned, but Wednesday was never one to follow orders. Her hand stretched forward but before she could reach a piece of skin that was stuck to her girlfriend’s face she froze, realising that she was being watched. Piercing blue eyes observed her warily and Wednesday knew that her girlfriend was still out of sorts from the transformation. So, she curled her hand and brought it up to Enid’s nose, letting her smell it.
Enid was hesitant but she leaned down toward the hand and took a deep breath, sniffing it. Wednesday waited with bated breath, feeling like it was taking forever for Enid to realise who she was and not an enemy. Before she could say anything, she felt a large wet tongue slobbering her hand and with that, the tension was shattered.
“That was disgusting Sinclair,” Wednesday hissed, pulling her hand back. “I told you to never do that.” She wiped the offending hand into the blanket, rubbing it intensely to get all the saliva off. Her eyebrow twitched when she heard Enid chuffing uncontrollably. “It’s not funny.” The werewolf tilted her head, trying to appear innocent. Wednesday huffed but her frustration was quelled when she felt Enid’s snout pushing toward her cheek, an apology. “I was trying to do this.” Wednesday pulled a piece of skin off Enid’s jaw, flicking it to the grass. “You couldn’t even transform without being messy.”
If Enid could roll her eyes she would in that moment, but Wednesday understood the look she was given. Suddenly her girlfriend’s ears stood on attention, head snapping back and sniffing the air. She licked her chops as if tasting something. But then her attention snapped back to Wednesday, silently asking her for permission and Wednesday understood what she wanted. She just shook her head in amusement. “Go, Enid. Do what you need to do.” Enid howled and scrambled to her feet, but not before poking her snout against Wednesday’s cheek again, earning her a huffed snort.
“Insufferable,” Wednesday murmured as she watched her girlfriend sprint into the deep dark forest.
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The soil beneath her paws disappeared in a cloud of smoke as she propelled herself forward, a blur between the trees as she shortened the distance to her goal. The smell of a buck made her predator drive going crazy. Her wolf growled and snarled at her, further poking her hunting instinct to go even wilder. The buck would be a prized possession for her girlfriend, her wolf reasoned and Enid couldn’t agree more.
She jumped onto a tree, claws dug into the trunk and feet perched on a branch, sniffing the air for the prey. It wasn’t far now and Enid could feel her mouth watered, imagining the blood of the buck flow down her mouth. Human Enid would’ve fainted at the thought, but wolf Enid relished in the violence and macabre. Maybe she wasn’t so different than Wednesday and the thought made her feel giddy. The seer has that effect on her.
Honing her senses toward the prey, she launched herself from tree to tree until she reached the buck, eyes focusing on the unsuspecting prey munching underneath. She crouched on the branch, body coiled like a spring, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
The wind blew.
The buck reared its head and Enid lunged, her powerful jaw wrapped around the buck’s neck, powerful paws holding it down and its hot blood drenching her fur. The buck twitched and Enid bit down harder making sure that it was finally dead. She crouched there for a while, breathing heavily as the adrenaline in her veins began to ease, predatory instinct calming for once. She dropped the buck and howled to the moon in victory.
The other wolves answered her howl and she felt a sense of camaraderie with the pack. Feeling satisfied with the hunt and herself, she hauled the buck onto her back and trekked back toward her waiting lover.
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Drip
Drip
Drip
Wednesday furrowed her eyebrows, annoyed by the disturbance. If she wanted to be waterboarded she would’ve done it in the comfort of her room and not outside in the freezing forest. However, the water dripping on her forehead felt… different, viscous. The hot breath disturbing her bangs was also an indication that it was not Mother Nature bothering her. She opened her eyes to see rows of sharp teeth and fangs above her, blood dribbling at the tip, threatening to drop on her. Wednesday reached out and caressed her lover’s jaw, lip twitched into a smirk at the sight.
“You’re beautiful mi amor,” Wednesday murmured. She almost whined when Enid pulled back, sitting on her haunches. She sighed as she got back up to a sitting position, her book long forgotten on her side. She took the corner of the blanket and wiped her face. Despite her fascination, she didn’t want any random blood to stay on her face, especially when she didn’t know whose blood it was. She looked at her watch, seeing it was already 3 am. Enid had been gone a while. “Did you have a terrible time?” She asked.
Enid shook her head.
“Shame.”
Enid snorted in amusement. Her eyes glinted, however, pointing toward something behind Wednesday’s back. She turned around to see a carcass of a buck, huge and majestic, still intact. “For me?” She asked.
Enid puffed her chest, clearly happy when she saw how proud Wednesday looked.
Wednesday was amazed by the sight. She picked and prodded at the carcass, thinking of a hundred different ways to skin and butcher it. She could make leather out of the skin and turn it into a jacket for Enid and a leather-bound journal book for herself, she was almost out of those. The skull can be hung for decoration in her room back at the manor or the living room, to show her lover’s triumph and the abundance of meat can be distributed or stored for later, Enid would appreciate the unlimited amount of steak for winter. She might have to call Thing to bring her butcher kit here or make Enid do it because she still was not a fan of that contraption. She was deep in thought until she heard a whine from behind her.
Enid was crouched into herself, looking lethargic and Wednesday knew it was time. Without wasting a second she took out a quilted blanket out of the bag and sat down, patting her thighs so that her girlfriend would come to her. “Come back to me,” she whispered.
Enid crawled forward and laid her head down on Wednesday’s lap, facing her stomach. Wednesday spread the quilted blanket on her girlfriend, only able to cover the top half of her body because she was too big. Enid’s eyes were darting everywhere, anxiousness taking over but Wednesday only shushed her and patted her head, calming her girlfriend down.
The sound of breaking bones filled the cold forest once again accompanied by whines and growls. Wednesday loved both sides of the transformation. When her girlfriend turned into a fierce predator and when she turned back into her rambunctious colourful human self, she couldn’t get enough of both. She knew though that it was still Enid, both sides of the same coin, the love of her life; her Enid. So, she tried her best to calm her lover down, humming one of her favourite classical pieces in hopes that it would lessen the pain.
Golden furs fall off in clumps all around them, turning to dust, making way for human skin. Paws and claws turned to trembling hands and feet, body shrinking in size as it rearranged itself to accommodate her once large organs, finally small enough to fit the quilted blanket. Her head shrunk last, pointy ears disappeared beneath blonde hair and her snout turned back to a normal human mouth and nose. It was the most painful process, her girlfriend once said because the extra teeth had to be pushed back into the gums and it left her aching for a few days. But she knew her girlfriend could take the pain and she was proud of her for that.
Despite it all Enid put on a brilliant smile, nuzzling deeper into Wednesday, sighing in content. Wednesday couldn’t help but mirror her, feeling her usual dead heart growing tenfold. She realised as any other night on the full moon that she would die for this girl snoring peacefully in her lap. Kill and be killed if it would give Enid the serenity that she deserved. So, Wednesday made a promise; between her, the moon, and whatever deity out there that she would give her all to Enid if she asked her for it.
Wednesday sealed the promise with a kiss on Enid’s scar on her cheek.