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Enid loved going to music festivals. She had started during her first year of university, and it quickly became something she couldn’t get enough of. Her favorites were EDM festivals, they were vibrant, loud, and full of energy. She tried to go to as many as she could, and luckily her friends Divina, Yoko, and Bianca shared the same passion.

Bianca was the newest member of their group, a transfer student from an exclusive private university no one had heard of. She was mysterious and confident, with a sharp edge that made her both intriguing and intimidating. At first, she didn’t click with Enid and the others, but over time, they found common ground since she already knew Yoko from before. These days, they got along well enough to enjoy each other’s company…most of the time.

One afternoon, Bianca strolled up to Enid, Yoko and Divina with a smug smile, h olding up 4 shiny tickets in her hand. “I managed to get us exclusive passes for this weekend’s festival,” she said, waving them just out of Enid’s reach.

Enid’s jaw dropped. She had been trying to get tickets to that show for months without any luck. “What?! How did you even… THOSE SOLD OUT MONTHS AGO!” she exclaimed, completely floored.

Bianca shrugged, her grin widening. “I know someone,” she said casually, as if it were no big deal. “So… What are we wearing?”

The girls couldn’t contain their excitement. Their differences forgotten, they grabbed their things and rushed to the nearest mall, determined to find the perfect outfits for what was sure to be an unforgettable night.

“OMG, guys, we’re so lucky Bianca got those tickets! I’ve been dying to see Calvin live!” Enid gushed, practically bouncing with excitement as they strolled out of the mall, shopping bags in hand.

“I just hope the opening acts are decent,” Divina said, sliding on her oversized sunglasses.

“Oh, come on babe! You’ve never had a bad thing to say about a DJ before,” Yoko teased, rolling her eyes playfully. “I’m sure they’ll kill it.”

“I heard Elektra’s on the lineup,” Enid added as she hopped into the car. Her grin widened. “She’s amazing! Remember when we saw her last year at Ultra?”

Everyone nodded, their faces lighting up at the memory.

“Yeah, her mixes are fire,” Yoko agreed, flashing a sharp-toothed grin. “I can’t wait to hear her drop something new.”

…

The car ride back to the dorms was uneventful, and before long, the group was back in their cozy space.

“I’m poofed!” Enid sighed dramatically as she flopped onto her bed, arms spread wide in exhaustion.

“Same,” Divina muttered, shivering slightly. “I don’t like being around that many people for too long. It’s…overwhelming.”

Yoko leaned casually against the doorframe, her eyes locked on the unusually quiet Bianca. “Yo, Bia. Spill. How’d you manage to snag those tickets anyway?”

Bianca rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed by the questioning. “I told you. I know someone. End of story.”

“Oh, come on! Give us the tea, girl!” Divina chimed in, sitting cross-legged on her bed and smirking.

Bianca groaned, her patience thinning. “Fine!” She crossed her arms, clearly annoyed. “This girl I went to school with is involved in the event.”

“Wait, what?” Enid bolted upright. “Like, she works there?”

Bianca shrugged nonchalantly. “Something like that. The thing is…” She sighed, the words dripping with reluctance. “I lost a bet, and this is her way of rubbing it in my face. Might as well take advantage of it.”

Enid tilted her head, confused. “How is this a loss? You got free tickets! I don’t get it.”

Bianca’s lips twisted in a mix of annoyance and amusement. “Back at my old university, she was my roommate. We couldn’t stand each other, like, full-on rivalry. She was uptight, closed off, and obsessed with beating me at everything. Obviously, I won every time…until now.”

Yoko chuckled, leaning in with a mischievous glint in her eye. “So, what did you dare her to do?”

Bianca let out an exaggerated sigh. “Before I left that university, I told her she’d always be an outcast, that she’d never do anything to make herself stand out.” She inspected her nails as if bored by her own story.

Divina winced. “Ouch, Bia. That’s harsh , even for you.”

“I know , okay?” Bianca admitted with a huff. “But I didn’t think she’d actually prove me wrong.”

Enid’s curiosity piqued. “Prove you wrong how?”

Bianca groaned, as if dragging the words out was physically painful. “I bet her, she could never handle a large crowd or make a name for herself. Turns out, she did both.”

The room fell silent for a moment before Enid gasped. “Wait. Are you saying she’s…a DJ?”

Bianca rolled her eyes again but nodded. “Yeah, and not just any DJ…she’s in the lineup for the festival.”

“Shut up!” Enid squealed, practically leaping off her bed. “You’re friends with one of the DJs?”

Bianca smirked, tilting her head. “Not just me. Yoko too.”

Yoko, who had been scrolling through something on Divina’s phone, froze. Her head snapped up. “Wait, what?”

“Oh, you remember her,” Bianca teased, her smirk deepening. “That night at the vampire club? You definitely hit on her.”

Yoko went pale…paler than Enid had ever seen her . “No…no way…” she stammered.

Bianca raised her brows mockingly. “Yep. Same girl.”

Yoko’s voice dropped to a whisper. “She’s a DJ? No way. I…she…” She trailed off, utterly stunned.

Divina and Enid exchanged wide-eyed looks.

“If she’s in this lineup, she must be good,” Divina pointed out.

Bianca shrugged and stood, brushing invisible dust off her pants. “I haven’t heard her play, but knowing her, she’ll be amazing. She’s always been ridiculously driven.” She grabbed her jacket. “Anyway, this conversation is boring now. I’m out. See you all tomorrow.” With that, she disappeared out the door.

The room was quiet for a bit before Divina turned to Yoko, narrowing her eyes. “Babe… What exactly happened between you and Bianca’s roommate?” she asked, her tone deceptively sweet.

Yoko’s eyes widened in panic. “N-Nothing! Div, seriously. We talked. That’s it! I thought she was a vampire too, okay? She’s…she’s just a very peculiar woman.”

“Right…” Divina replied, clearly unconvinced.

Enid giggled, stepping in to diffuse the tension. “Div, whatever might’ve happened is ancient history. Besides, Bianca’s old roomie is probably a totally different person now.”

Yoko nodded furiously. “Totally! The girl I knew could never have become a DJ.”

“How did you even confuse a regular girl for a vampire anyway?” Enid asked absentmindedly.

Yoko smirked, “I don't know. She was really pale.” She shrugged, making Divina giggle and smack her with a pillow.

Enid rolled her eyes at their antics and grabbed her phone, queuing up Elektra’s latest mix. “I’m just glad we’re all going together, and who knows? We might actually get to meet Bianca’s DJ roommate!” She smiled to herself as the room filled with the pulsing beat of the music.

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The day of the festival arrived faster than Enid expected, and she was ready to give it her all. She styled her hair in soft, loose curls that framed her face perfectly, giving her a carefree look. Her makeup was light and playful, with soft pink tones and a dusting of glitter across her cheeks. For an extra touch, she placed a tiny paw-shaped gem near the corner of her right eye that caught the light with every movement.

Around her neck, she wore a neon RGB necklace that flickered to the beat of any music it picked up, giving her a futuristic vibe. Her arms were stacked with colorful friendship bracelets, ready to trade with other festival-goers.

Her outfit was both stylish and practical for the heat. She wore a slightly revealing white crop top that kept her cool, paired with bright pink shorts that complemented her long, toned legs. To complete her look, she pulled on a pair of calf-high fluffy boots and topped it all off with an adorable wolf-like hat that added a cute edge to her outfit.

After a final look in the mirror, she grinned at her reflection. With her bright, colorful style and electric energy, she looked like she was made for this festival. Tonight was going to be unforgettable.

Yoko stepped out of the bathroom, fully dressed and ready to go. She had chosen a black cropped dress shirt that showed just a hint of her toned stomach, paired with loose, purple baggy pants that swayed with her every movement. Her signature platform combat boots added a solid few inches to her height, making her already imposing presence even more striking. Her piercings gleamed in the light, multiple studs and hoops adorned both ears, with a small silver ring on her lower lip. Around her pale neck, a spiked black choker completed her edgy look.

Enid took one look at her and couldn’t suppress a snicker. “That’s what you’re wearing?” she teased, pointing at Yoko while barely holding back her laughter.

Yoko frowned, glancing down at her outfit. “Uh, yeah? What’s wrong with it?”

Enid giggled, twirling a lock of her curled hair. “Nothing! I just thought you’d go for something with a bit more…flare. You know, something festival-worthy.”

“Bitch, please!” Yoko shot back, rolling her eyes. “You’re not seriously expecting me to show up like you…beacon of light!” Her tone was annoyed but playful, her lip twitching with the hint of a smirk.

Enid rolled her eyes dramatically. “Fine, fine. Let’s just go. Div called, she said Bia and her are already in line.”

Yoko gestured toward the door with a sweeping arm. “After you, oh glorious light god."

Enid couldn’t help but laugh as they grabbed their things and headed out.

…

Thirty minutes later, they found Bianca and Divina inside the venue, standing near the front of the stage. Enid’s eyes widened as she took in the scene. The space was enormous, an open-air venue right on the beach. The main stage towered in the center, with a massive DJ console at its heart and a sprawling screen behind it projecting kaleidoscopic shapes in a dazzling array of colors.

Around the stage, colossal speakers standing easily three meters tall encircled the platform, pulsing with low, thumping music that vibrated through the sand beneath their feet. Laser and strobe lights danced across the venue, slicing through the dusky evening sky. The faint smell of saltwater mingled with the electric buzz of excitement in the air.

Enid turned to Bianca, practically vibrating with energy. “Oh my God, Bia! You really got us the best spot in the house! I can see the DJs perfectly from here!” Her voice was a mix of awe and exhilaration, her bright eyes darting around the venue like a kid in a candy store.

Bianca gave her an amused smile, crossing her arms. She’d grown fond of Enid over the years, not that she’d ever admit it out loud. Watching her friend’s pure excitement tugged at something soft beneath her composed exterior.

“Yeah, yeah,” Bianca said with a slight smirk. “Just don’t lose your mind before the first set starts.”

Enid beamed at her, completely unfazed by the teasing. “Too late!” she chirped, her gaze already locked on the towering stage.

Divina chuckled, leaning into Yoko’s side. “Think she’s going to last the night, or will she burn out before Calvin?”

Yoko glanced at Enid, who was already bouncing on her toes. “She’s like a sugar-high puppy,” she said with a smirk. “She’ll crash eventually, but not before dragging us all into her chaos first.”

Bianca shook her head with a small laugh, her gaze sweeping across the crowd as the lights grew brighter and the music swelled.

“Oh my gosh, it’s starting!” Enid squealed, giving an excited little jump. The lights dimmed, and a low vibration rolled through the air, reverberating in her chest. She grinned wildly, turning to Yoko. “I love it when the bass makes my chest rumble!” she shouted over the growing music.

Yoko smirked, leaning closer so she could hear her. “Silly puppy, keep this up, and you’ll be deaf by forty!”

Enid stuck her tongue out at Yoko in mock defiance before throwing herself into the music, her body moving instinctively to the steady, hypnotic beats.

Three DJ sets in, the girls were running on pure adrenaline and copious amounts of energy drinks. Enid, however, was starting to feel the downside. “I can’t have any more of these,” she groaned, clutching her stomach. “I swear, I’m gonna be sick.”

“Please don’t,” Bianca replied, her nose wrinkling in distaste.

Divina chuckled, wrapping a supportive arm around Enid’s shoulders and gently rubbing her back. “Just breathe, E. You’ll be fine. Besides, your favorite DJ is next!” She pointed to the stage, successfully distracting Enid from her queasiness.

Yoko returned moments later, pushing her way through the crowd with a cold bottle of water in hand. “Here, pup. Drink this before you really throw up.”

Gratefully, Enid grabbed the bottle and pressed it to the back of her neck, the chill instantly soothing her. As she lifted her head, the next DJ stepped on stage. The melodic house tones of Elektra began to fill the night air, delicate yet powerful.

“Oh my god! Yes! Finally! Woooo!” Enid screamed, her discomfort forgotten in an instant.

Elektra was known for her unique house and dance remixes of popular songs: a fusion that Enid adored. When the opening notes of Good Luck, Babe hit, she and Divina lost themselves completely, belting out the lyrics at the top of their lungs as they hugged and danced. Around them, the crowd surged with energy, jumping to the thundering bassline. Even Bianca, ever composed, swayed lightly to the beat, her drink in hand.

Yoko, meanwhile, was mesmerized by the strobing lights. Though her tinted sunglasses muted their intensity, they still managed to capture her attention, painting her pale face in flashes of vibrant color.

As the unmistakable beat of Espresso kicked in, Enid let out a piercing scream. “Fuck! She’s amazing!”

Yoko snorted with laughter, raising an eyebrow. “You’re so hyped, dude.”

Bianca tilted her head slightly, raising her drink in a mock toast to Yoko. “Cheers to that,” she said with a rare smirk, sipping casually as the music pulsed around them.

As Elektra's final song, Mamushi came to an end, the crowd’s energy hit its peak, everyone jumping and belting out the lyrics in unison. The bright, uplifting melodies and shimmering lights painted the scene in vibrant hues of pink, purple, and electric blue. Enid and Divina were still jumping and belting out the lyrics, their laughter bubbling over as they caught their breath. Even Bianca seemed to be enjoying herself, tapping her foot subtly in time with the last sparkling beats.

Elektra disappeared with a jump under the stage and the crowd went hysterical in screams and energy. Suddenly, the once-vivid lights dimmed to almost complete darkness, save for the faint, restless glow of the crowd’s neon accessories. A tense, expectant silence filled the air, broken only by the distant crashing of waves on the shore. Then, a single spotlight snapped on, cutting through the night to illuminate the center of the stage. A low, ominous hum rumbled through the air, the kind of sound that seemed to rise up from the earth itself, vibrating in everyone's bones. The energy of the crowd shifted, rippling like a collective shiver. The screen behind the stage flickered with static before resolving into jagged, monochrome runes flowing towards the crowd, they seemed to pulse in time with the emerging beat. 

Bianca smirked at the stage, “Ah, she hasn’t changed one bit…”

Yoko looked at her wide eyed, a hint of panic flashed on her face but was quickly gone once Divina narrowed her eyes at her.

Enid was still entranced by the mysterious change in the atmosphere.

Where Elektra's set had been like sunlight breaking through clouds, Rav3n's arrival felt like the onset of a storm.

From the shadows, a dark and imposing presence draped in a flowing black cloak with a hood that obscured most of her face, stepped into the spotlight. As she moved forward, the cloak caught the faintest glimmers of light, revealing subtle patterns that resembled intertwining vines or cracks in glass. The crowd murmured, the tension palpable.

With deliberate precision, she reached up to fix her hood, the flashing lights revealing sleek black bangs and a side braid. The dramatic edge of a half-mask, reminiscent of the Phantom of the Opera was also on display. Its design was intricate, with sharp, angular lines and a metallic sheen that caught the strobes of light. Even though one side of her face remained hidden, her visible eye glinted with an intensity that could pierce through the crowd.

A slow, deliberate nod was the only acknowledgment she gave before raising her hands, fingers adorned with black rings and silver accents. Her movements were sharp, calculated, and eerily commanding.

Then, the first note of Opr dropped, a dark, slow tempo, guttural bassline hit like a thunderclap, sending a ripple of shock through the audience. The stage erupted in a blaze of crimson and shadow, the strobe lights slicing through the darkness in jagged bursts.

The screen came alive with haunting imagery of fractured glass, raven’s in flight, and a glowing, red crescent moon. The music intensified, layering harsh industrial beats with eerie, melodic synths that seemed to crawl under your skin.

The crowd froze for a moment, mesmerized by her commanding aura. Even the chatter of the excited festival-goers stilled, replaced by a collective, breathless anticipation.

Enid stared, wide-eyed, clutching Bianca’s arm. “Holy shit… That’s her?!”

Bianca smirked, pulling her arm away and crossing them. “Told you, as annoying as she is, she knows how to make an entrance.”

Yoko’s lips parted slightly, a flicker of awe crossing her usually composed face. “She’s...something else.”

As Rav3n’s set truly began, her beat started to speed up flowing into Aria, she moved like a conductor of chaos, orchestrating every sound, every flash of light. Her fingers danced over the console, manipulating the music with an almost surgical precision. The eerie choir type music made Enid’s skin crawl. She closed her eyes, finding the beauty in its sound. Each bass drop was like a heartbeat, shaking the ground beneath them and pulling the crowd deeper into her dark, hypnotic world.

She didn’t speak, didn’t shout, didn’t need to. Her presence alone commanded the night, and the crowd followed her lead, swaying and moving as though caught in her web.

Enid, though still a little startled, couldn’t help but grin as the beats consumed her. “Okay, this is different , but I’m feeling it…” she yelled, her voice barely audible over the pounding music.

“Welcome to the darkness on Rav3n’s mind,” Bianca said, raising her glass in a mock toast before taking a sip.

As if possessed by the very music itself, Rav3n stepped away from her console, her every movement deliberate and commanding. The heavy beats dissolved into a solitary piano melody, each note resonating with melancholic beauty, silencing the crowd into an almost reverent stillness.

From beneath the stage, a sleek black chair and an obsidian cello emerged, their surfaces gleaming under the faint, ghostly spotlight. Rav3n stood motionless for a heartbeat, the shadow of her hood concealing her expression. Then, with a swift, calculated motion, she unclasped her cloak and let it fall to the ground in a whisper of fabric. Beneath, her attire was stark and striking: a fitted black ensemble accented with sharp silver lines that glimmered like constellations.

The crowd erupted in murmurs as the piano piece and beat started to fade. Rav3n took her seat, adjusting the cello against her shoulder, she drew her bow across the strings in a single, haunting note that sent a ripple through the venue.

Then, the beat dropped.

Rav3n's bow attacked the strings with a ferocity that sent shockwaves through the air. The cello's deep, resonant growl reverberated through the crowd, raw and primal, pulling everyone under her spell.

“Fuck…” Enid whispered, her voice drowned out by the music, her jaw slack with awe.

As Rav3n played, the stage around her transformed. From the shadows behind her emerged an orchestra, their forms ghostly and indistinct under dim, shifting lights. Their instruments gleamed faintly, adding layers of depth to the sound. The music swelled, merging classical elegance with the pulse of electronic beats, creating a soundscape both beautiful and terrifying.

Rav3n leaned into her instrument, her movements fierce and precise. Strands of her bow began to fray as she tore through the composition, pouring every ounce of passion into each note. The stage lighting shifted with the music: deep reds and silvers pulsed in time with the cello’s cries, while sharp beams of light cut through the darkness, reflecting the intensity of her performance.

The melody transitioned into a thunderous crescendo, blending the raw emotion of the strings with a relentless electronic undertone. This wasn’t just music, it was an experience, a descent into Rav3n’s haunting, beautiful world.

Enid clutched her chest, her heart pounding with the rhythm. She glanced at her friends, each transfixed by the performance in their own way. “This…this is incredible…” she murmured, her voice trembling.

With a final, agonizing stroke of her bow, Rav3n ended the piece. The cello let out a deep, resonating note that hung in the air, lingering like an echo of the soul itself. The music now flowing into a familiar sound…

“Is that…” Divina began to ask but was interrupted when the crowd screamed.

Rav3n stood once again behind her console, tiling her head down as her fingers ran through the mix she set, slowly raising her head one hand coming towards her face, removing her mask as the beat of Insomnia played.

An eruption of cheers and applause thundered through the venue.

Enid was screwed. She couldn’t look away. Her eyes were fixated on Rav3n, unable to tear herself from the captivating woman before her. Rav3n’s face was pale, with just a faint flush on her cheeks that made her look almost ethereal. Her dark brown eyes, outlined with a perfect wing of black eyeliner and thick lashes, held an intensity that pulled Enid in deeper. The soft ocean breeze tossed Rav3n’s bangs, exposing her sharp features, and making her seem even more untouchable, like a mythical creature born from the shadows of the night.

“I get why you flirted with her now…” Divina shouted across to Yoko, her voice filled with awe. “She’s stunning…” She sighed dreamily, causing Yoko to shove her playfully.

Bianca rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. She huffed in annoyance, her gaze briefly flicking over to Enid, who was practically drooling, her mouth hanging open. Bianca flinched, her frown deepening. “Am I the only one who doesn’t get it?” she muttered, her voice thick with sarcasm.

“YES!” They all shouted in unison, without missing a beat.

Rav3n’s set was nearing its conclusion, the music slowly drawing to a heavy finish. Enid was frantic now, her thoughts spinning in every direction. “Bia!” She tugged at her friend's sleeve, nearly jumping out of her skin. “I NEED to meet her! She’s like, super cool!” Her voice was high-pitched with excitement.

Bianca gave Enid a side-eye, as if she had suddenly sprouted two more heads. “Uh, no. I’m not going back into THAT void,” she said with a dramatic sigh, her expression filled with a mix of annoyance and disbelief.

Enid let out an exaggerated sigh, her shoulders slumping. “Oh, come on! Help your bestie out!” She whined, looking up at Bianca with pleading eyes.

Bianca appraised her, expression unreadable, before shaking her head. “Nope. You’re on your own with this one, Wolfie.” She turned on her heel with a dismissive flick of her wrist and walked off toward the bathroom area, leaving Enid standing there, feeling more defeated than ever.

A small whine escaped Enid’s lips, but in an instant, her mood shifted. A huge smile spread across her face as she spun around to Yoko and Divina. Yoko was whispering something into Divina’s ear making her giggle, yet Enid didn’t waste any time. She rushed up to them, throwing her arms around both of them. “Yoks! Bestie!!!” She squealed, squeezing them both. “Do your pal a favor and introduce me to Rav3n! Please!” Her voice was practically a whimper as she batted her eyes, flashing an exaggerated toothy grin.

Divina immediately interrupted, shaking her head. “There’s no way in hell,” she said with a playful smirk. “Have you seen that girl? Sorry, E, but I have to protect what’s mine,” she teased, winking at Yoko.

“But Div!” Enid whined again, bouncing on the balls of her feet as the music swelled and Calvin Harris took the stage, signaling the start of the main event.

…

The girls stumbled back home around 2 a.m., exhaustion and lingering adrenaline in every step. After exchanging drowsy goodnights, they retreated to their rooms.

“That show was absolutely amazing!” Divina exclaimed, collapsing onto her bed with a satisfied sigh.

Enid, however, barely registered her friend’s words. She was still in a daze, her mind replaying every moment of the night. There was something about Rav3n that had ignited a spark inside her. “Yeah…” she murmured dreamily, a goofy grin spreading across her face as she stared at the ceiling.

Divina smirked at her from across the room, propping herself up on one elbow. “Calvin was something else, huh?”

Enid blinked slowly, her thoughts still miles away. “Calvin?”

“Yeah, you know…Calvin Harris?” Divina teased, her tone dripping with amusement. “Total hottie, right?”

Enid frowned slightly, her brain finally catching up. “Um, yeah. I guess? He’s got good tracks, for sure.” She nodded absently, pulling the covers up and settling into bed.

“Right…” Divina’s smirk widened as her curiosity piqued. “Enid?”

“Hmm?” Enid replied, already halfway under her blanket.

“Have you ever…” Divina hesitated for a moment before diving in, “...liked girls?”

Enid froze, her head popping out from under the blanket. “What?” She stared at Divina, confused. “What do you mean? Of course, I like girls! I like you guys, you’re my besties!”

Divina couldn’t help but laugh softly. “That’s not what I meant, hon,” she said gently, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. “I mean…are you bi? Or maybe, fully into girls?”

Enid opened her mouth, then closed it, words failing her for a moment. “I…I don’t know,” she finally admitted, her voice quieter now. “I guess I’ve never really thought about it.”

Divina offered her a warm smile. “It’s totally okay if you are. I mean, Yoko and I are obviously gay, and Bianca…well, she’s straight as an arrow, but she’s cool with it. You don’t have to be scared, E.”

“I’m not scared…” Enid said, shaking her head quickly. “I’ve just…never questioned it before.” Her words hung in the air as she struggled to process what she was feeling.

Divina tilted her head, her gaze soft but knowing. “Babe, don’t take this the wrong way, but…you weren’t exactly subtle about Rav3n tonight,” she said with a small laugh. “The way you were looking at her…girl, you were practically drooling.”

Enid frowned, her brows furrowing as the comment sank in. She had never felt this way about any of her friends before, never even thought to question her orientation. She had dated boys her whole life, including Ajax, her most recent ex. But even with him, something had always felt…off...

Divina yawned, pulling her blanket up to her chin. “Anyway, we better get some sleep. Exams are coming up, and I want to get some studying in tomorrow. Goodnight, Enid.”

“Goodnight, Div,” Enid replied, her voice soft as she turned off her nightlight.

But as the room plunged into darkness, Enid found herself tossing and turning, her mind replaying Divina’s words. “You weren’t exactly subtle about Rav3n…” The thought made her cheeks burn, but there was no denying it now. Sleep eluded her as memories of Rav3n came flooding in…the sharp edge of her jawline, the intensity of her dark eyes, the way her fingers danced across the cello’s strings…

Her heart raced as realization struck her like a bolt of lightning. She stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, her voice a whisper in the stillness.

“Shit…maybe I am bi...”

The words lingered in the quiet, their truth sinking in as a nervous but undeniable excitement curled in her chest.

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A full week had passed, and Enid still couldn’t get Rav3n out of her mind. It wasn’t just her haunting music, her commanding presence on stage, or even the raw talent she’d displayed…it was her as a whole. The mysterious DJ had burrowed into Enid’s thoughts like a song she couldn’t stop humming. The way Rav3n had dropped her cloak showing off her defined figure, the passion she exuded as she played, the fine sheen of sweat that slid down her brow to her neck…it had all left Enid completely mesmerized. For the first time, she realized it wasn’t just admiration or fascination. She was crushing. Hard.

Exams had kept her from fully processing the realization or from cornering Yoko to spill her feelings until that evening in the university cafeteria.

“Yoks! Oh my God, finally!” Enid exclaimed, practically sprinting to Yoko’s table. She leaned on the edge, catching her breath, her excitement bubbling over. “I need a favor…like, a huge one.”

Yoko raised an eyebrow, giving her a pointed side-eye as she pulled a small blood bag from her backpack. “Whatever it is…can it wait until I’ve had dinner? I’m starving , ” she said, holding the crimson pouch up for emphasis.

Enid nodded frantically, her grin never faltering. “Totally! Of course!” she said quickly, standing so close she was practically hovering. “I’ll go bring some food.” Enid made her way towards the food line, grabbing a tray and piling on whatever her eyes landed on, though her appetite wasn’t really for food right now…

Yoko punctured her blood bag with a small straw and sipped with casual nonchalance, while Enid walked back with a tray filled up far too quickly. She sat in front of her and every now and then, she would glance at Yoko, her mind racing with how she was going to ask for this favor.

It wasn’t just about meeting Rav3n again. She wanted to get to know the girl. She wanted to know what made her tick and hoped they’d hit it off but…what if they didn’t… They were total opposites after all, yet opposites attract, right? The thought sent a mix of nerves and excitement fluttering through Enid’s chest and she couldn’t hold back any more. 

“I think I like Rav3n…” Enid blurted out, the words spilling out in a single breath as if she’d been holding them in for days.

Yoko, mid-sip of her blood bag, nearly choked. “What?” she sputtered, coughing and glaring at her friend. “Like…her music?” Her wide eyes betrayed just how blindsided she was by the confession.

Enid burst into laughter, shaking her head as she took a bite of her muffin. “No, silly! I mean, I like-like her,” she said casually, though the flush creeping up her cheeks gave her away.

Yoko blinked at her in silence for a moment before setting the blood bag down. “Oh…OH!” she finally managed, the realization dawning. “Well, water’s wet. What’s the news there?” she teased, a smirk curling at her lips.

Enid rolled her eyes and swatted at her playfully. “I’m serious, Yoks! I need your help to find her so we can, you know, properly meet.” She leaned forward with a determined glint in her eye, her tone matter-of-fact.

Yoko leaned back in her chair, shaking her head with exaggerated calm. “Nope. Not a chance,” she said, crossing her arms. “You heard Divina. I don’t want any problems with my girlfriend.” She took another sip of blood, clearly trying to stay out of this mess.

Enid narrowed her eyes, leaning closer. “Since when is a vampire scared?” she challenged, her voice dripping with mockery.

Yoko snorted, almost amused. “I’m not scared…I just value my life. And let’s not forget, I can’t lie to Divina,” she added, her tone pointed. “You know how sirens are about the truth.”

Enid sighed dramatically, tapping her chin in thought. “Okay, fine,” she said, a mischievous glint lighting up her face. “What if you help me track her down, and then before Div finds out, you just...leave and I take it from there?” She clapped her hands together triumphantly, like she’d solved a complex puzzle.

Yoko raised an eyebrow, watching Enid’s excitement with equal parts amusement and pity. “God, you’ve got it bad , ” she muttered. She exhaled heavily, pretending to deliberate. “Fine, I’ll think about it. No promises, though.”

Enid’s grin stretched from ear to ear as she jumped up from the table. “Yay! You’re the best, Yoks!” she squealed, practically bouncing as she rushed off to her next exam, leaving Yoko to shake her head with a faint smirk.

“Werewolves and their theatrics…” Yoko muttered to herself, sipping her blood and already dreading whatever chaos she’d just signed up for.

As Friday rolled around, Enid was leaving her classroom when a pair of hands grabbed her shoulders from behind, making her yelp. “What the…?” she exclaimed, whipping around to find Bianca standing there, her expression uncharacteristically serious.

“E, a little birdie told me you’re planning on seeing Rav3n again,” Bianca said, cutting straight to the point.

Enid blinked, her mind scrambling for a response. “I…uh…”

Bianca didn’t wait for her to finish. “Don’t,” she said firmly. “She isn’t the girl you think she is. And she’s most certainly not like you.”

Enid straightened up, meeting Bianca’s gaze with quiet resolve. “Bia, I respect your opinion, but I think I’m old enough to handle things myself.”

Bianca sighed, her stern demeanor softening just a little. “I’m just looking out for you, okay?” she said, her tone gentler now. “Just…be careful.”

Enid offered her a small smile, understanding the concern beneath her friend’s words. “I will. Don’t worry, Bia, it’s really not that big of a deal.”

But oh, it was. Enid couldn’t get Rav3n out of her mind. The DJ’s haunting presence and enigmatic aura had taken root in her thoughts, growing into something far more consuming than she wanted to admit. It wasn’t just a crush; it was a pull, an intense attraction to a woman she barely knew but was determined to understand.

Later that evening, Enid was halfway through a movie when her phone buzzed on her night table. She picked it up and answered with a cheerful, “Hey, Y…”

“Don’t say my name!” Yoko interrupted sharply, her tone urgent.

“Oh…” Enid trailed off, confused but intrigued.

“Listen,” Yoko continued in a hushed voice, “I got wind of where Rav3n will be playing tonight. Get ready and meet me at the Starbucks on Main. If Div asks, tell her you’re going out with Becky and Jaz. She won’t push it because she has a test tomorrow morning.”

Enid blinked, her brain scrambling to keep up. “Uh, yeah…Becs, I’m free tonight,” she said aloud, catching on to Yoko’s plan. “No, no exams for me tomorrow.”

“Good,” Yoko said approvingly. “Keep it going.”

“Right,” Enid replied, her voice adopting a casual tone. “In an hour? Yeah, that works. I’ll see you there.”

“Perfect. I’ll take you, but after that, I’m out. See you in an hour,” Yoko said before abruptly hanging up.

Enid stared at her phone for a moment, a mix of nerves and excitement bubbling in her chest. She quickly scrambled off her bed, already planning her outfit. Tonight, she’d see Rav3n again and maybe, just maybe, get closer to the mysterious woman who had taken over her every waking thought.

“Heading out tonight?” Divina asked, lifting her head from her laptop with a curious look.

Enid stretched lazily and nodded, “Yeah, seems like it.” She chuckled. “No more exams for me, and Becky and Jaz invited me to a raver. Figured it’d be fun to tag along.” She started gathering her clothes and essentials, her energy already sparking with anticipation.

Divina sighed dramatically, tapping her pencil on her notebook. “Ugh, I wish I could join you guys, but calc is murdering me right now. Formulas everywhere, and none of them make sense.”

Enid winced inwardly, guilt prickling her for lying, but she brushed it off, not wanting to get Yoko in trouble. “Yeah, had that one yesterday…it wasn't pretty.” She flashed Divina a loopy smile and headed to the bathroom with her stuff in hand.

A little while later, Enid stepped out of the bathroom, and Divina let out a low whistle.

Enid’s outfit was so on point for her bubbly personality but what she didn’t know is that it would be a striking rebellion against the dark, moody tones she’d later encounter at the rave... She wore a cropped, pastel-baby pink tank top paired with a high-waisted, iridescent silver mini skirt that shimmered under any light. Over it, she donned a translucent, cropped jacket with holographic accents, adding an ethereal glow to her look. Her chunky platform boots matched the pink tone of her top, and her accessories were equally playful, moon-shaped earrings and a tiny silver moon pendant topped it off.

Her makeup was vibrant and coordinated as well, her eyeshadow transitioned from a shimmering bright-pink on the inner corners to a subtle pastel-pink at the edges, with fine glitter dusted across her cheeks. Her lips glistened with a soft, pearlescent gloss, and a touch of highlighter on her cheekbones gave her an almost otherworldly radiance. Her hair, styled in loose waves, had a few strands braided and adorned with silver charms.

“Damn, bestie,” Divina said with an approving grin. “You look amazing! Like, fairy queen meets rave princess. Are you trying to outshine the DJ?”

Enid laughed, grabbing her bag and glancing at her watch. “Thanks, Div, but I really gotta go. They’re probably waiting for me.”

Divina’s smile softened into something more cautious. “Be careful out there, okay? And knock ’em dead.”

“I will. See you later!” Enid waved as she dashed out, her boots clunking with each step, her excitement bubbling over.

…

She arrived at Starbucks ten minutes late and spotted Yoko seated in the corner, sipping from a dark cup that Enid knew wasn’t filled with coffee. “Yoks! Oh my God, I’m so sorry for keeping you waiting…traffic was insane,” she said breathlessly.

Yoko raised a brow, her red eyes narrowing slightly. “No harm done, Pup.” She rose from her seat, adjusting her leather jacket. “Let’s get you to the venue. I’ll drive.” Without waiting for permission, she snatched the keys from Enid’s hand and headed to the parking lot.

Enid trailed behind, shaking her head with a grin. “You love driving, don’t you? Too bad you haven’t renewed your license since Eisenhower was president.”

Yoko snorted. “Details, details,” she replied nonchalantly while starting the car.

“So, where’s the party at, Yoks?” Enid asked, her voice light with curiosity as she buckled her seatbelt.

Yoko shot her a sly glance, one corner of her lips quirking up in a smirk. “You have no idea,” she said, her tone teasing but carrying an edge of mischief. “These kinds of parties? They’re lowkey, exclusive, and very underground.”

Enid raised an eyebrow. “Underground how? Like, figuratively or…”

“Just promise me you won’t freak out,” Yoko interrupted, her smirk widening into something almost sinister. She shifted the car into reverse and smoothly backed out of the parking space, her crimson eyes flicking briefly to Enid under her sunglasses.

Enid frowned, her brows knitting together in suspicion. “I…I trust you, Yoks.” Her voice wavered slightly, but she held her friend’s gaze, hoping for some reassurance.

Yoko chuckled low in her throat, a sound that made Enid’s wolf instincts stir uneasily. “Good,” she said, turning her attention to the road ahead. Then, with a wicked grin, she hit the gas. The car surged forward, leaving the city lights behind in a blur of color.

The excitement Enid had been feeling began to mingle with a touch of apprehension as the buildings thinned and the streets grew darker. Yoko’s expression remained calm, but that smirk never left her face, like she was relishing a secret only she knew.

Enid clutched her seatbelt a little tighter. “Just how underground are we talking, Yoks?”

Yoko chuckled again, a low, almost predatory sound. “You’ll see soon enough, Pup. Just keep breathing and don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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The car eventually came to a stop in front of a shadowy, abandoned tunnel. Enid eyed it nervously. “Uh…are we really going in there?”

“Yup,” Yoko said, emphasizing the "p." “That’s where your DJ girl is playing tonight.”

“Ah…” Enid murmured, her voice barely audible as the car entered the dark, echoing tunnel. The headlights cast eerie shadows along the jagged walls, and she instinctively closed her eyes, trying to block out the growing unease curling in her stomach.

When the car finally emerged on the other side, she dared to peek. The sight that greeted her was both thrilling and unsettling. Looming in the distance stood an old, abandoned warehouse, its structure scarred by time and weather. The building practically throbbed with energy, the deep bass reverberating through the ground like a heartbeat.

“We’re here,” Yoko announced in a tone so calm it bordered on nonchalant. Her crimson eyes scanned the warehouse with an air of familiarity. “This is…mostly vampire territory, but they let outcasts join too.”

Enid swallowed hard, her throat dry. “Are you sure about this, Yoko?” she asked, her voice laced with both doubt and anticipation.

Yoko’s laugh was sharp, a touch predatory, and entirely amused. “Weren’t you the one begging me to bring you to Rav3n?” She teased, her fanged grin gleaming under the faint light. Slowly, she removed her sunglasses, revealing the full intensity of her red eyes. They glowed in the dimness, sending a shiver down Enid’s spine.

“Don’t tell me you’re backing out now,” Yoko added, leaning toward her with a playful but dangerous edge to her voice. Her fangs, slightly longer than usual, glinted as she smirked. “Wolf up, Pup. We’re going in.”

Before Enid could gather her thoughts, Yoko opened the door, patted the back of Enid’s seat as a final push and stepped out. Her motions were quick and effortless, leaving her sitting there, frozen for a moment.

Enid exhaled shakily, glancing at the glowing warehouse ahead. Her heart raced, a mixture of nerves and excitement surging through her veins. “Wolf up,” she whispered to herself, taking a deep breath. With resolve, she reached for the door handle and stepped out, the deep, pulsing bass wrapping around her like a siren’s call.

As they stepped inside, Enid stuck out like a lightning bolt in a stormy night. The sea of attendees dressed in sleek black, leather, and dark velvet parted subtly as she passed, their eyes locking onto her vivid, colorful presence. Her outfit, an unapologetic explosion of pastels and shimmer, gleamed under the flashing, strobe lights. A few heads turned in open curiosity; others, less welcoming, shot her sharp, disapproving glares. The crowd seemed to ripple with a mix of intrigue and disdain, as if a beacon of sunlight had dared to pierce their perpetual twilight.

Yoko, ever perceptive, side-eyed her with a raised brow and a hint of worry etched into her otherwise cool demeanor. Leaning closer, she muttered under her breath, “Pup, you’ve got to wipe that Normie look off your face and wolf up… Show some fangs, or they’ll eat you alive.”

Her tone was light, but her words carried a warning Enid couldn’t ignore. She blinked, glancing at her vibrant reflection in the mirror on the wall, realizing how starkly she contrasted with the gritty, brooding vibe of the venue.

“Right,” she murmured, squaring her shoulders and shaking off her unease. Channeling her inner wolf, she let her fangs elongate and her claws extend, the subtle crack of her shifting bones sending a ripple of unease through the nearest onlookers. Her posture straightened, her eyes sharpened, and her expression shifted from bright-eyed curiosity to confident determination.

It was enough. The crowd’s gaze softened into acceptance, and they began to turn back to their own affairs. Yoko smirked approvingly, her crimson eyes glinting in the light. “That’s more like it. Now, let’s find your DJ before I regret bringing you here.” She whispered, nudging Enid forward.

They wove their way through the sea of bodies, the air thick with pulsing bass and electric energy. Groups of people danced wildly, jumping, spinning, and moving together in a wave of dark silhouettes, mostly all clad in black leather, fishnets, and studs that gleamed in the strobes. Enid, however, stood out like a colorful dream in a nightmare. Some glared at her while others simply stared as if trying to decide whether she was a lost puppy or a deliberate act of rebellion.

“Um…are you sure she’ll be here?” Enid asked nervously, hunching her shoulders when a tall vampire in a trench coat gave her a once-over and flinched like she’d burned his retinas.

“Yes!” Yoko replied, her tone indignant as she narrowed her crimson eyes. “I did my research before I got us here. I wouldn’t waste my time or yours.” She huffed, but her voice trailed off into something less certain.

Enid gave a small nod, still unsure, her eyes darting around the venue. The DJ currently playing on the elevated stage looked like something straight out of her worst nightmares, his face painted into a grotesque clown smile, streaked and smudged under the club’s sweat-drenched lights. He pounded at his mixing board with unsettling enthusiasm, sending distorted laughter clips echoing across the room.

“I hate clowns…” Enid whispered, leaning close to Yoko’s ear.

Yoko smirked, flashing a glimpse of her fangs. “Who would’ve guessed?” she teased sarcastically, clearly enjoying her discomfort.

Before Enid could retort, Yoko’s head snapped sharply to the side, her eyes narrowing with interest. “Hey! I think I see Rav3n…” she said, her voice suddenly alive with excitement. The faint glow of her red irises caught the light as she scanned the crowd. “Yup, that’s definitely her. Come on!”

Before Enid could process her nerves, Yoko snatched her wrist and tugged her through the thumping chaos of the venue. They pushed past clusters of people to the back of the warehouse, where the crowd thinned and the atmosphere shifted into something quiet yet heavier.

And there she was. Rav3n in all her dark glory.

She had just entered the room, a cello case slung elegantly over her shoulder, with her equipment being carried behind her by a towering figure who looked more like a small building than a man. Her presence hit Enid like a freight train: the air around her seemed charged, her black cloak swishing behind her as if it were alive. She moved with deliberate grace, her head tilted downward as strands of dark, silken hair framed her forehead. 

The excitement Enid had felt all week suddenly twisted into tight knots of panic. Her pulse roared in her ears as her brain spiraled into panicked thoughts. “What do I say? What should I do? What if she doesn’t like me? What if this was a huge mistake?”

But before she could escape into her thoughts entirely, Yoko had already pulled her to a stop mere feet away from Rav3n.

“Hey, Rav3n. Long time no see,” Yoko greeted, a sly smirk tugging at her lips.

Rav3n turned her head toward them slowly, her gaze raking over Yoko first and then settling on Enid. Her sharp, dark eyes scanned the two of them like she was unraveling a mystery. “Evening,” she said coolly, her voice deep and velvety, with an edge sharp enough to cut glass. “Do I know you?”

The moment Rav3n spoke, Enid’s mind went blank. All the clever lines she’d planned disintegrated like dust in the wind, and before she could stop herself, an involuntary giggle escaped her lips. She slapped a hand over her mouth, cheeks blazing as Rav3n’s gaze flicked to her with a raised brow of curiosity.

Yoko shot her an incredulous glare but cleared her throat and pushed forward, undeterred. “Uh, yeah. We met…like…three years ago. You were Bianca Barclay’s roommate back then, weren’t you?”

At the mention of Bianca, Rav3n’s posture went impossibly straight, her expression darkening like a storm rolling in. “The sea witch…” she muttered, scowling in distaste. “I was , yes.”

Enid bit the inside of her cheek, struggling not to laugh at the deadly-serious tone Rav3n used to describe Bianca.

“Ha! Good one!” Yoko replied with forced enthusiasm, trying to smooth things over. “Anyway, uh…we saw you play at the festival last week, and Enid here…” Yoko grabbed Enid’s wrist and tugged her forward like a human shield, “…has been dying to meet you.”

Rav3n tilted her head slightly, her calculating gaze locking onto Enid, who suddenly forgot how to breathe. “A werewolf…” she murmured under her breath, almost as if the word amused her. After a moment, she dipped her head in a formal, deliberate nod. “Evening, Enid.”

Enid blinked, frozen to the spot, her brain still struggling to form coherent words. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out, leaving her standing there awkwardly.

Yoko, sensing the dead air, shot her an urgent look that screamed, Say something! But before she could, Rav3n’s sharp voice interrupted.

“Now I remember,” she said, turning back to Yoko with a faint look of annoyance. “You are Barclay’s vampire friend. The one who flirted with me relentlessly at that party.”

Yoko’s grin faltered, and she ducked her head sheepishly. “Listen, I’m sorry. I’d had a few too many…uh…questionable blood bags that night. I wasn’t exactly myself.”

“To be young and idiotic…” Rav3n replied with a pointed sigh, rolling her eyes like a queen addressing her court’s incompetence.

Before Yoko could argue, the towering man behind Rav3n grunted in a sound that seemed to signal something urgent.

“I must go,” Rav3n said abruptly, her voice cool as she adjusted the strap of her cello case. She nodded once, graceful and detached, then turned on her heel and disappeared into a shadowed doorway, her cloak trailing behind her like a curtain closing on a performance.

Enid stood frozen, staring after her, the echoes of her voice still swirling in her head.

“Dude, WHAT THE FUCK?!” Yoko hissed, smacking Enid lightly on the arm. “You had your chance, and you all of a sudden, stopped yapping?!”

Enid blinked out of her daze, cheeks still flushed, as she croaked, “I…I think I forgot how to talk.”

Yoko stared at her in pure disbelief, her jaw tightening as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. “No shit, Sherlock!” She hissed, exasperated. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to get that girl to even look at someone, let alone talk to them?”

Enid shrugged, her shoulders hunching as she blinked sheepishly. “Sorry…” she whispered, her voice small and apologetic.

Yoko shook her head with a long, deep sigh, though a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. “Useless lesbian…” she muttered under her breath. “Guess I’m stuck here now. Come on, let’s at least get you a decent spot.”

Without waiting for a reply, Yoko grabbed her wrist and tugged her back toward the throbbing heart of the crowd.

They weaved through clusters of swaying bodies until they found a pocket near the stage where the view was perfect. The lights overhead pulsed in rhythmic synchronization with the bass, painting the crowd in waves of crimson and indigo.

“Okay…” Yoko said, scanning the area warily, “Her set’s about to start. Are you gonna be good here on your own?” She glanced at Enid, doubt creeping into her tone.

Enid hesitated for a moment, then squared her shoulders. These were her people, outcasts, just like her. And besides, what was the worst that could happen? She nodded confidently, flashing Yoko a smile. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. You can go. I don’t want you to get in trouble with Div.”

Yoko narrowed her eyes, still unconvinced, but eventually relented with a reluctant nod. “Alright, pup. But listen.” She took Enid’s hand, her tone turning low and serious. “Text me if you need anything . Got it? And for the love of God, don’t take drinks, snacks, pills, powders, or anything from anyone.” Her red eyes darted around the crowd as she spoke, scanning for potential threats.

Enid rolled her eyes, a smirk curling on her lips. “Yoks, relax. I’ve been to these kinds of events before, remember? I know all the tricks. I’ll be fine.” She winked at a worried Yoko.

Yoko huffed, unconvinced but willing to let it go. “Fine.” She muttered, stepping back into the crowd. “Just…don’t make me regret this, okay?”

As Yoko disappeared into the swirling sea of black and flashing lights, Enid took a deep breath, steadying herself. Her heart was racing, a mix of excitement and nerves buzzing under her skin. 

…

Rav3n was about to take the stage, and Enid couldn’t tear her eyes away. Amid the shifting lights and pulsing shadows, she spotted her, a striking figure moving with precision and purpose as she set up beside the current DJ. Rav3n worked with an air of effortless command, her hands deftly adjusting dials, plugging in cables, and testing her equipment. The bass-heavy music began to fade, transitioning into a simpler rhythm, as though the entire venue was holding its breath, waiting for her to take control.

Enid’s heart hammered in sync with the faint beats. She could feel the anticipation rippling through the crowd, their collective energy vibrating in the air like an electric charge. Even the most distracted attendees seemed to shift their attention toward the front as Rav3n’s silhouette took center stage.

The lights dimmed, leaving the venue bathed in a moody, almost ethereal glow. For a brief moment, all Enid could hear was the sound of her own breathing, mingling with the faint hum of Rav3n’s equipment.

Then, Rav3n looked up. She surveyed the crowd with an almost predatory intensity, her piercing gaze sweeping over the sea of faces like a hawk scanning for its prey. For a fleeting second, Enid swore those dark eyes flicked toward her, lingering just a moment too long before flicking away again.

The low buzz of static dissolved into a sharp, clean tone. A crescendo began to build, and the crowd came alive, cheering as Rav3n took her place behind the decks. She raised a single hand, commanding their attention without a word, and the energy in the room surged.

Enid’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with the pulsing bass as Rav3n’s presence filled every corner of the room. It wasn’t just her music that drew people in; it was the way she transformed the atmosphere into something otherworldly, her commanding presence weaving the crowd into her personal symphony. When the first beat of her set dropped, Rav3n’s demeanor shifted entirely. What was once a quiet, brooding energy became a haunting and mesmerizing spectacle.

Enid’s jaw slackened as she watched Rav3n glide her hands across the knobs and sliders with precision, orchestrating every beat, every build-up, every drop. Her movements were both calculated and free, as though the music was a natural extension of her body. The sheer mastery of it made Enid’s mouth water, and she quickly closed her lips, worried she might literally start drooling.

Around her, the crowd moved as one, responding to Rav3n’s every whim. They jumped, swayed, and screamed as though she were a puppeteer, and they, her enchanted marionettes. Enid, too, felt herself succumb to the rhythm. Her arms lifted above her head, her hips moved in sync with the beat, and she let the music overtake her. It wasn’t just dancing, it was release, a pure surrender to the sound vibrating through her body.

On stage, Rav3n remained silent, her communication entirely through her music. Yet, her sharp eyes scanned the crowd, taking note of familiar faces and loyal fans. Her gaze flickered to the bright, colored girl swaying near the front, an odd yet intriguing contrast in the sea of dark tones. Rav3n’s brow quirked slightly in curiosity. Enid , her memory supplied.

“What is someone like her doing here?” Rav3n mused silently. She gave the crowd another once-over, searching for familiar faces that might explain Enid’s presence. Yoko was conspicuously absent, which only deepened her curiosity. “Why leave her friend here alone?”

Rav3n mashed two tracks together seamlessly, the beat building in intensity, and the crowd grew wilder. Drinks and other indulgences were passed freely, the chaos beneath her control amusing her. Yet, her eyes automatically drifted towards the colorful addition in her typically dark crowd, making her furrow her eyebrows to make sure she saw correctly, “Were Enid’s eyes locked onto hers?”

The moment came as fast as it went when the girl standing next to Enid grabbed her by the lapel of her jacket and pulled her into an open mouth kiss.

The sight nearly threw Rav3n off her rhythm. Her hand slipped slightly on the knobs, causing the track to skip a beat, though no one in the frenzied crowd seemed to notice. Rav3n’s jaw tightened as she watched Enid recoil, her wide eyes filled with shock as the girl clung onto her not wanting to let go.

“Woah! Dude, what’s your problem!” Enid exclaimed, pulling away from the girl’s grip.

The stranger smirked, sticking out her tongue playfully. “Enjoy, pretty girl,” she said with a wink before turning back to the crowd as though nothing had happened.

Enid stood frozen, her tongue flicking against the roof of her mouth, tasting something sharp and acrid. Her heart sank as she realized something was wrong. The world around her began to shift unnaturally, the edges of her vision blurring and warping. Her hands felt foreign, her fingers tingling as she opened and closed her fists in a desperate attempt to ground herself.

“Woah,” she whispered, her voice shaky. She stumbled slightly, her balance faltering as dizziness overwhelmed her. Turning away from the crowd, she made her way toward the bathroom, each step a battle against the spinning sensation in her head.

Rav3n’s eyes followed her every movement, her sharp features hardening. She had seen this before, recognized the signs. Her grip on the console tightened as her frown deepened. What did they give her? she wondered, her gaze never leaving Enid’s unsteady figure.

Enid stumbled into the dimly lit hallway leading to the bathroom stalls, her vision blurring and darkening with each step. Her hands trailed the walls, grasping for stability as her legs threatened to give out beneath her. Every blink felt heavier than the last, her lids resisting her attempts to keep them open. She squinted at the bathroom door ahead, struggling to focus. When she reached out to push it open, her arm moved sluggishly, unresponsive as though it belonged to someone else.

The door suddenly swung inward, catching her off guard. Enid pitched forward, grabbing onto the shoulder of the person emerging from the bathroom.

“Watch it!” the stranger snapped, shrugging her off with an annoyed scoff.

Enid barely managed to stay upright, staggering toward the nearest stall. She fumbled for the handle, her knees buckling as her world tilted. Before she could steady herself, the floor rushed up to meet her, and she collapsed with a heavy thud.

Rav3n couldn’t explain the gnawing unease that had settled in her chest. She hadn’t known Enid long, barely an hour, but the vibrant girl had left an impression she couldn’t shake. Watching her stumble out of the crowd earlier had set off an alarm in her mind that she couldn’t silence.

Her fingers moved deftly across the console as she set up her final track, ending her set earlier than intended. The crowd would barely notice, she hoped. As the final tones of the track resonated through the venue, Rav3n stepped off the stage, leaving her equipment for Lurch to collect. She moved swiftly toward the bathroom hallway, the heels of her boots clicking sharply against the floor.

Rav3n had always considered herself a cold and calculated individual, which is why she was now questioning why she felt this…urge to go check up on a girl she had barely met an hour ago. “What is this feeling?” She asked herself in self-reflection.

The moment she entered the bathroom, her heart sank. A small group of girls had gathered around a stall, some giggling and others snapping photos of what lay inside.

“Excuse me,” Rav3n said sharply, her voice low and commanding. When they didn’t move, she stepped forward with cold precision, glaring at a girl holding her phone. “I said back off. Now.”

Startled, the group scattered, muttering under their breaths as they left. Rav3n ignored them, her attention snapping to the unconscious form of Enid slumped against the toilet bowl. Her head lolled to the side, a faint line of drool trailing down her cheek.

Rav3n crouched beside her, fingers pressing against Enid’s neck to check her pulse. “Good… she is alive,” she murmured in relief, though her jaw tightened as she surveyed the scene.

Gently, Rav3n lifted Enid’s head and shifted her into a sitting position against the stall wall. She pulled out her handkerchief from her pocket and wiped the drool off Enid’s face delicately. She then slid down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to keep her upright. Pulling her phone from her pocket, she dialed a number and pressed it to her ear.

“Lurch,” she said when the call connected, her tone clipped. “Finish packing up and meet me in the women’s bathroom. It is quite urgent.”

She glanced down at Enid, whose face was now nuzzled against her neck. The warmth of her breath sent an unfamiliar twinge down Rav3n’s spine, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the immediate situation.

…

When Lurch arrived, Rav3n rose quickly, her arm still braced under Enid’s shoulders.

“Help me get her to the car,” Rav3n ordered her voice firm.

Lurch grunted his deep tone, questioning.

“Yes, we are taking her to my apartment,” Rav3n answered curtly. “We cannot just leave her here, now can we?”

Lurch hesitated before emitting another low grunt.

Rav3n scowled. “If I knew her friends’ numbers, do you think I would be doing this?” she snapped, her frustration evident. She shook her head. “Chop-chop. I need to figure out what she was given so I can procure an antidote.”

With Lurch’s help, they carried Enid out to the long, elegant hearse parked outside. Once inside, they laid her carefully across the backseat. Rav3n climbed in beside her, positioning herself so Enid wouldn’t fall during the drive.

“What did they poison you with?” Rav3n murmured, her voice soft yet laced with determination. Her thumb traced gentle circles along Enid’s shoulder, an absentminded motion that betrayed her concern.

As the hearse pulled away, Rav3n’s mind raced. She didn’t understand why she felt so compelled to help this girl, but one thing was certain, she wouldn’t rest until Enid was out of harm’s way.

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The drive to Rav3n’s apartment was quiet except for the occasional low growl or breathy huff from Enid’s unconscious form. Rav3n kept a vigilant watch, her concern growing with every mile.

Once they arrived, Lurch carried Enid into the apartment and laid her gently on Rav3n’s plush bed. The darkened room was illuminated only by the moonlight streaming through the curtains, casting an ethereal glow over the scene.

“That will be all, Lurch. You may go now,” Rav3n instructed, her tone brisk but grateful. Lurch grunted in acknowledgment before retreating silently, leaving Rav3n alone with her unexpected guest.

She turned her attention back to Enid, frowning as she noticed the deep lines of discomfort etched across the girl’s face. Beads of sweat glistened on her forehead, trickling down her temple. Rav3n placed a cautious hand on Enid’s cheek, her fingers brushing against her burning skin.

“You are feverish…” Rav3n muttered, her brows knitting together in worry. She swiftly moved to her bathroom, returning moments later with a cloth soaked in icy water. Gently, she pressed it to Enid’s forehead, eliciting a soft sigh of relief from the unconscious wolf.

After ensuring the cloth was secure, Rav3n strode to her desk and retrieved a sleek, metal device. It resembled a stylized thermometer but emitted a faint hum as it activated. “Let us see what you have ingested…” she murmured, returning to Enid’s side.

She cradled Enid’s jaw delicately, tilting her head just enough to part her lips. Sliding the device under her tongue, Rav3n watched as it cycled through a spectrum of colors before settling on a sickly green hue.

“Fuck,” Rav3n hissed under her breath, standing abruptly. She exited the room in a blur, heading straight for a tall cabinet in her kitchen. Her hands moved with practiced precision as she sifted through an assortment of bottles, vials, and flasks. Finally, her fingers closed around a small glass bottle containing a swirling golden liquid.

“I hope it is not too late…” she whispered, inspecting the bottle carefully. She returned to Enid’s side, her expression a mixture of focus and urgency. Standing by the bed, Rav3n watched the slow, steady rise and fall of Enid’s chest.

“This should do it… Two drops,” she murmured to herself. Drawing the liquid into a glass pipette, Rav3n tilted Enid’s head slightly and let two golden droplets fall onto her tongue. She observed as the liquid seemed to absorb instantly into the tissue, leaving no trace behind.

“Now, we wait,” Rav3n said softly, setting the pipette aside. She exhaled deeply, running her fingers along the bridge of her nose in an attempt to relieve the tension building there.

Her eyes flicked to Enid, who remained still but slightly more at ease, her breathing steadier. Rav3n slightly bounced on her heels, watching her intently.

“I swear, I am going to kill your vampire friend the next time I see her,” she muttered, shaking her head. Despite her irritation, her gaze softened as it lingered on Enid’s now peaceful face.

…

Enid awoke to the faint sound of muffled city noises drifting through the partially open window. Her senses were heightened, every detail sharper than usual. The room was unfamiliar yet oddly comforting. She sniffed the air instinctively, her enhanced sense of smell picking up a blend of scents: faint night-blooming jasmine, ink, and a richer, darker aroma that seemed to cling to the very walls.

Turning her head slowly, Enid’s eyes landed on Rav3n’s sleeping form sprawled out in an armchair next to her bed. The DJ looked entirely different in this vulnerable state, her usually sharp presence softened. Bangs clung to her forehead, damp with sweat, and shallow, steady breaths escaped her slightly parted lips. A book lay open on her chest, and Enid tilted her head to read the title: Outcast’s Health and Ailments .

Her gaze flicked to the nightstand, noticing a small glass bottle, a tub of water, and several cloths neatly folded. She frowned, piecing together the scene. “Had Rav3n been taking care of me?” She thought.

Her head throbbed, and she brought her hands to her temples, rubbing slow circles to ease the pressure. “Think, Enid… What’s the last thing you remember?” she murmured to herself.

Flashes came back in fragments, the pulsing club lights, Rav3n’s hypnotizing set, the girl’s unexpected kiss, and then… Her stomach turned as realization hit, “The bathroom…I was drugged...” She whispered.

“Shit!” Enid yelped, the realization hitting her all at once. She slapped a hand over her mouth, realizing too late that she’d spoken aloud. Rav3n stirred at the sound, letting out a low grumble as she blinked herself awake.

Enid blinked sheepishly. “Hi…” she whispered, giving a small wave.

Rav3n sat up, brushing the hair from her face as she set the book aside. “You are awake,” she said, her tone unreadable. She leaned forward, reaching a hand toward Enid’s forehead to check for a fever, but Enid flinched instinctively.

Rav3n hesitated, retracting her hand. “I apologize. I did not mean to startle you.”

“Sorry, I know you meant no harm…” Enid said softly, her voice still hoarse. “If anything I have to thank you for helping me...”

Rav3n’s gaze lingered on her for a moment, sharp and assessing. “Had I not intervened, you would have most certainly ended up in the hospital…or worse.” Her tone was blunt, but there was a hint of relief beneath the cool exterior.

“What… What happened?” Enid asked, her voice timid.

Rav3n leaned back in her armchair, crossing her legs. “I was in the middle of my set when I saw that girl kiss you…” A shadow of a blush adorned Rav3n’s cheeks, “I have seen this sort of behavior before. It was clear something had been slipped into your…mouth. She cleared her throat and continued, “My hypothesis was confirmed when I saw you stumbled off toward the bathroom. So, I finished my set and followed you there…”

“You stopped your set early just to check on me?” Enid interrupted, tilting her head in surprise.

Rav3n’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I never said that,” she replied curtly. “I found you unconscious in a stall. I did not have much of a choice than to bring you here and treat you myself.” She gestured vaguely toward the nightstand. “I managed to identify the substance and administered an antidote. Hence why you are still here now, rather than…somewhere else.”

Enid swallowed, her throat dry and scratchy. She opened her mouth to speak, but Rav3n had already stood, pouring a glass of water and handing it to her. Enid took it gratefully, drinking in long gulps before sighing in relief.

“Thank you,” she said again, her gratitude evident.

Rav3n nodded, taking the empty glass and setting it back on the nightstand.

“What was I given?” Enid asked, her tone laced with apprehension.

“A Punisher Pill,” Rav3n said matter-of-factly.

Enid frowned. “Um, and that is…?”

“It is a new designer drug making the rounds at festivals and clubs. Thin, flat, and sticky, it adheres to your tongue instantly once it is in your mouth. It induces hallucinations, but the outer lining is laced with silver.” Rav3n’s gaze darkened. “Which is why you passed out.”

Enid stared at her, stunned by both the information and how much Rav3n seemed to know. “Have…you ever tried it?” she asked hesitantly.

Rav3n’s scowl deepened. “Why would I poison myself in such a way?”

Enid felt a pan of guilt hit her like a ton of bricks, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Besides, arsenic would be my go-to hallucinogen if I ever had to take something…” Rav3n added coolly, smirking mischievously. 

Enid blinked, caught off guard, before breaking into a giggle. “That was a good one.” she admitted, shaking her head.

Rav3n huffed in amusement before standing and retrieving the small glass bottle from the nightstand. “You need two more drops of the antidote,” she instructed, drawing the liquid into a pipette. “Open your mouth, please.” She stood hovering over a seated Enid, holding up the pipette to her mouth. 

Enid’s cheeks flushed. “W…what’s it for?”

“It neutralizes the lingering silver and promotes tissue regeneration. Specifically for the gap in your tongue,” Rav3n said simply.

“Gap?” Enid repeated, alarmed. She turned to the nearby mirror, sticking out her tongue. Her eyes widened in horror at the small, circular hole. “Oh my God, it’s ruined!”

Rav3n watched with barely concealed amusement as Enid panicked, waving her hands and fanning her face. “Enid,” she said calmly, “If you do what I say your tongue will heal rapidly and adequately.”

Enid stopped mid-panic, looking at Rav3n with wide eyes. “You promise?”

“I do not make promises,” Rav3n replied, holding up the pipette. “But I do not fail either, so, open up.”

With a sigh, Enid obeyed, opening her mouth as she felt Rav3n’s grip on her chin ready to carefully administer the drops. “Good girl,” Rav3n said with a faint smirk, making Enid’s blush deepen even further, her heart pounding in her ears as the drops hit her tongue. She couldn’t help but notice how the taste still lingered on her tongue, not unpleasant, but sharp, with a subtle sting that seemed to buzz faintly in her mouth.

She made the mistake of looking up into Rav3n’s eyes just as the DJ withdrew the pipette. Rav3n’s focus on administering the drops had been intense, her dark eyes scrutinizing every motion with precision. Caught off guard, Enid gulped audibly as Rav3n stepped back, the sudden absence of her presence leaving an inexplicable void.

“You will need to take two drops every eight hours for the next four days,” Rav3n said, her tone as clinical as her movements. She held out the small bottle, and Enid took it carefully, her fingers brushing Rav3n’s for the briefest moment.

“What is it exactly?” Enid asked, tilting the bottle slightly to observe the way its yellowish liquid swirled like molten gold.

“It is called Auric Elixir , ” Wednesday explained, her voice even and deliberate. “It is an ancient alchemical remedy crafted by my family for centuries. It can only be prepared during the summer solstice, under very specific conditions.” Her gaze flicked to Enid’s face, then down to her neck, as if she were evaluating her condition. “Its properties are uniquely effective against silver poisoning in werewolves.”

Enid shivered slightly under Rav3n’s intense scrutiny, a chill running down her spine. “It’s, uh… really lucky you had some on hand, then.” She laughed nervously, trying to diffuse the heavy atmosphere.

Rav3n arched an elegant brow. “Indeed. Though luck had very little to do with it.” She paused, her voice dipping lower. “If I had not, I would have found another way. Failure was not an option.”

Enid blinked, thrown off by the weight behind the words. There was something unspoken in Rav3n’s tone, an undercurrent of resolve that felt both reassuring and unsettling.

“Um, Rav3n?” Enid started hesitantly, trying to pivot the conversation. “Can I, uh, ask you something?”

Rav3n’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You may.”

“What’s your…actual name?” Enid asked, biting her lip nervously.

Rav3n tilted her head, her expression unreadable. “Why is that relevant?”

“Because I’d like to know the name of the person I’m about to invite out for coffee,” Enid replied smoothly, her tone light but her heart racing.

“Smoooooth,” she thought to herself, inwardly congratulating her boldness.

For a moment, Rav3n looked genuinely taken aback. Her brows furrowed, a flicker of confusion flashing in her dark eyes before she composed herself. “Wednesday. Wednesday Addams, at your service,” she said finally, her voice low and deliberate.

Enid beamed, her heart skipping a beat. “So that’s her name.” 

…

Enid was suddenly hit with a pan of panic when she found out she had been out for almost 2 days. “IT’S SUNDAY?!” She scrambled to get out of Wednesday’s bed. “My roommates must be fucking worried!” 

Wednesday stared silently from her armchair, “You need not worry, Enid.” She rose fluidly, crossed the room to her desk, and opened a drawer. “Your phone would not stop going off since later that night.” She handed the phone to Enid, “I have spoken to your vampire friend, as well as my former roommate. They are aware of your location, and whom you are with.”

Enid took her phone with trembling hands, the weight of the screen lighting up nearly blinding. As she unlocked it, her heart dropped. Notifications exploded across the display, texts, missed calls, frantic voicemails. “You turned off my phone?!” she asked, her voice pitching a full octave higher in disbelief.

Wednesday raised an unimpressed brow. “It was a constant disturbance. You needed uninterrupted rest to recover from the poison. I also required some semblance of rest…however futile.”

Enid didn't even have time to shoot back before she lifted her phone to her ear. “Please don't kill me.”

“ENID SINCLAIR, WHEN I GET MY FANGS ON YOU!” Yoko’s voice blasted through the speaker like a banshee, making Enid yank the phone away from her sensitive ear with a wince. “I’m sorry!” She hissed, “I wasn’t exactly planning on getting drugged, Yoko.”

Yoko huffed so hard, it nearly crackled through the speaker. “Well, lucky you, then! You got to crash at Rav3n’s.”

Wednesday blinked, and for the uncountable amount of times since she had met Enid, a faint blush ghosted over her cheeks. Without a word, she turned and silently slipped out of the room.

Enid sighed. “It’s not like that, Yoks. She literally saved my life.”

“So I’ve heard…” Yoko muttered, “Out of all the drugs you could’ve gotten hit with…A PUNISHER PILL?! YOU COULD’VE DIED! I should’ve never left you alone…” She trailed off.

Enid’s eyes stung. She closed them, a single tear slipping down her cheek. “It’s not your fault. None of us could’ve known what was gonna happen.”

There was a beat of silence on the line before Yoko’s voice came back, soft and shaken. “Yeah, but if something had happened to you… I don’t know what I would’ve done, E.”

“I know,” Enid whispered. “I’m okay now. Rav3n…er, Wednesday, she’s taken really good care of me.”

Yoko chuckled lightly, “Ew…” 

Enid scoffed, “NOT LIKE THAT, YOKS! OH MY GOD!” 

“Sorry, sorry. She told me you were safe with her and Bianca vouched for her too.” Yoko announced.

“Bianca? Really?” Enid asked incredulously.

“Believe it or not, she said you couldn’t be in better hands. Apparently Wednesday knows her way around poisons.” Yoko said matter of factly.

Enid smiled softly, the phone warming her cheek. “Yeah, she's not wrong. She told me she had to do alchemy or something for an antidote…”

“Damn. Nerd alert.” Yoko snorted. “Anyway, when are you coming home? Divina starved me for a day when she found out.”

Enid checked the time, “I guess I'll be home in a couple of hours…” She pondered, “I just want to thank Wednesday properly, you know?”

“Get it, girlie!” Yoko laughed, “Fine, but come back today ok?”

Enid rolled her eyes, “Again, not like that, but yeah, I’ll be home today. Don’t worry.”

After they said their goodbyes, Enid ended the call and let the phone fall to her lap. Her legs tingled from disuse, so she wiggled her toes and made slow circles with her feet, trying to coax the blood back into motion.

The door creaked open. Wednesday stepped in with a tray balanced carefully in her hands, the warm scent that followed her making Enid’s mouth water.

“Mmm…” Enid closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. “That smells amazing. What is it?”

Wednesday, ever the picture of composure, looked faintly amused. She hadn't had a girl stay overnight in…years but she hadn't lost her chivalry, “Breakfast.” She said stoically. She walked over and set the tray table carefully over Enid’s lap. “Eat something.” She nudged,  “You have not eaten in days so I recommend it be slowly.”

Enid ran her eyes over the food served. Scrambled eggs, crisp bacon, lightly buttered toast, a warm bowl of oatmeal, and a glass of apple juice. It was the kind of breakfast her grandmother used to make. It felt like home… “You…you made all this?”

Wednesday hesitated. “Time was limited, so I did have a helping hand... But yes, mostly me.”

Enid tilted her head, touched. “It looks and smells incredible, Wednesday.” She reached out to gently grab her hand, but Wednesday pulled away too quickly. Still, Enid smiled shyly. “Thank you. For everything.”

Wednesday gave a single stoic nod and retreated to her armchair.

Enid began to pick at the eggs with her fork. “I guess my coffee invite is off the table?”

A faint curve touched Wednesday’s lips. “I would say it is merely…postponed.”

Enid grinned, cheeks full of food. “Mmm…Wednesday, this is so good.” She swallowed and let out a soft, content moan. 

Wednesday ducked her head as she suddenly found her nails fascinating.

“Breakfast, lunch, dinner… I'll treat you to all of ‘em if you keep feeding me like this.” Enid giggled mid-bite.

Wednesday shook her head clearly fighting off a smirk.

After the meal, Wednesday was once again by Enid’s side, lifting the tray away and placing it gently on her desk. “I had your clothes laundered, if you would prefer to wear them home.”

Enid glanced down at herself and finally realized she was wearing a black silk pajama set, slightly snug but cozy. “I…yeah, I don't think I can leave in… Wait…did you…change me into these?”

Wednesday straightened, her hands folding behind her back. “Affirmative. I apologize if I have crossed any boundaries. I believed you would be more comfortable in pajamas rather than your party attire.”

Enid smiled softly at her. How could this stoic and cold looking girl be the most careful and attentive girl she had ever met? None of her ex’s or anyone for that matter, been this thoughtful of her. A lump rose in her throat. “Thanks… again. Seriously.”

Wednesday nodded and flashed her a tight lip hint of a smile, “I shall retrieve your clothes then.” 

She was about to leave when Enid called out to her, “Wednesday?”

“Yes, Enid.” Wednesday replied.

“Do you…would it be too much to ask for something warmer to wear?” Enid asked sheepishly, “What I had on was kinda…not built for cold weather.”

“I can get you some warmer clothes from my closet. Do not fret.” Wednesday walked into her closet and came out with a dark tracksuit, a black and white striped t-shirt and oversize hoodie. “These are the biggest pieces of clothing I possess.” She handed the neatly folded clothes to Enid, “I calculate they should fit you.”

Enid was utterly fucked, her heart fluttered in her chest for Wednesday Addams, as ridiculous as it sounded. She stared at the bundle in her arms. “She’s gonna ruin me” , she thought. “They’re perfect. Thanks.”

Wednesday frowned, “I do, however, not have the appropriate shoe size to fit you, so you would have to wear the shoes you came in…”

Enid chuckled, “That’s ok. I think I could make it home like that…fashion death and all.” 

She slid off the bed to stand but her legs buckled under her, making her fall forward. “Shit!” 

Strong arms caught her before she could fall to the floor, steady and sure. “Take it slow, Enid.” Wednesday murmured, breath ghosting across her neck. “You have been in bed for two days. Your muscles need time to  readjust…” Wednesday’s voice was soft and reassuring and Enid felt safe in her arms… Her heart did a flip. “I…I didn't think it would be that bad.” She replied softly, not wanting to break whatever they were having right now. 

Wednesday pulled back slightly, setting her at arm’s length. “You need to be more careful. Your survival instincts as a werewolf are…lacking.”

Enid rolled her eyes, grinning. “There goes the moment.” She thought. “Yeah, woe is me!” She chuckled.

Wednesday smirked, “Right, now if you hurry, Lurch might be able to drive you home before his afternoon duties.” She helped Enid sit on the bed again, “I shall be outside. Scream if you need me.” She turned and exited the room, the door clicking gently shut behind her.

Enid flopped back on the bed, hugging Wednesday’s clothes to her chest. Her heart thudded wildly.

“Utterly and completely screwed…” She thought with a dreamy sigh.

Chapter Text

Enid emerged from Wednesday’s room, fully dressed in her clothes except for the shoes… She looked down at her phone to send a quick message to her roomies when she heard someone clear their throat at the end of the hall.

“Well, hello dear.” Morticia was now standing in front of her. Enid couldn’t comprehend how fast she had moved. “Did she glide towards me?” She thought. “Um, hello.”

Morticia inspected her curiously, her eyes danced over the now nervous werewolf until she saw a faint smirk form on her perfect lips, “Where are my manners? Apologies dear. You caught me off guard, I came to check on Wednesday since I hadn't heard from her in 2 days... She doesn’t typically have people over and especially not in her room…” Her smirk deepened. “I’m Morticia, Wednesday’s mother.” She stuck a thin, well-manicured hand out for her to shake.

Enid took Morticia’s hand in hers and shook it firmly, “Oh my, it’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am. I’m um Enid…Wednesday’s…”

“Guest.” Wednesday’s cool voice came from behind her mother. “Mother, have you not heard of this great invention called the telephone, or is Father not around for you to pester today?”

Enid blinked, a bit shocked at how Wednesday addressed her mother so harshly.

Morticia let Enid’s hand go and turned towards her daughter, “My little torment. I was just greeting your guest, that’s all, and no, your father is out for business this morning.”

Wednesday scoffed, her hand instinctively reached for her bangs as she ruffled them. “So, coming over to my apartment unannounced was your best thought?”

Enid saw a hint of a blush adorning her pale cheeks. She looked…ethereal in her eyes…

“Wednesday, I was merely worried for your well-being,” Morticia said sweetly, caressing the air around Wednesday's cheek. 

“Enough with the patronizing, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, and you know that. What really brings you here, Mother?” Wednesday eyed her mother and leveled with her, “You had a vision, did you not?” She finalized.

“A vision?” Enid’s question slipped before she could stop herself.

Morticia looked between the two of them and smiled, “Perhaps…but It might not be something you would like me to share…openly…”

Wednesday’s eyes went wide as she shook her head, “Mother, take Lurch back to the manor. Enid, I shall be driving you home.” She reached past her mother’s slim figure and wrapped her hand around Enid’s wrist, pulling her slightly.

“It was nice meeting you, Mrs. Addams!” Enid waved goodbye with her free hand as she rushed to keep up with Wednesday.

Morticia chuckled elegantly, “Please, it’s Morticia, darling.” They were both out of the apartment before they heard her finish. “We’ll be family after all…” 

…

When they reached the apartment garage, Wednesday walked straight towards a sleek black sports car that looked way more expensive than anything Enid had ever dreamed of. 

Enid went towards the passenger’s side when Wednesday was standing next to her once more, “Allow me.” Wednesday gracefully opened the door for her to get in, taking her slightly aback. “Th…thank you, Wednesday.”

Enid got in and buckled her seatbelt as Wednesday gently shut the car door for her and quickly rushed to the driver's side to start the car.

Enid stared in utter silence at the majestic, poised woman Wednesday was. She was pulled from her trance when she heard Wednesday speak, “You are staring.” She announced, clearing her throat. “It is rude to stare.” She leveled her obsidian eyes to Enid’s ocean blue, and they lingered for a moment until they heard an alarm go off in the distance… 

“Sorry,” Enid whispered, huffing out some air, sheepishly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Wednesday snickered, “You are a strange creature, Enid Sinclair.”

Enid ducked her head in a mix of embarrassment and amusement, “And is that a bad thing?” She asked curiously.

Wednesday pondered, “I do not quite know…yet…”

Enid noticed a twitch in Wednesday’s eyebrow, a slight change in her natural scent…it was…uncharacteristically sweet. She realized she was staring again, so she asked, “Do you…Do you need my address?”

Wednesday blinked, turning on the engine, “That shall not be necessary.”

Enid looked at her quizzically, “But, how would you know where to drop me off?”

”I already know where you live. It will not be a problem getting there.” Wednesday replied matter-of-factly.

Enid giggled and sat back in her seat. “Of course, you do.”

The ride to her house went by in comfortable silence, yet the tension in the air could be cut with a knife.

“So…mmm, how did you get into Djing?” Enid asked, trying to break the tension.

Wednesday slowed the car down to a stop at a red light, “Spite.” 

Enid chuckled, covering her mouth with her hand, “Sorry, that took me out. Spite?” She giggled.

Wednesday side-eyed her, frowning slightly, “Correct.”

Enid gestures to her to continue.

Wednesday sighed but complied, “My old university roommate, Barclay, you are familiar with her, said I would never accomplish recognition…”

“That’s kinda…mean,” Enid said in a low tone, suddenly feeling slightly defensive.

“I took it as a challenge.” Wednesday deadpanned, as the car started to move again, “I would never let someone like Barclay win…” She said through gritted teeth.

Enid smiled softly, once again staring at Wednesday, studying her features, "You're so beautiful…” She let slip.

Wednesday blinked, her composure never breaking, yet Enid felt the change in her heartbeat…but before she could say anything, the sleek car eased to a stop outside Enid’s place. The engine purred once more before falling into silence. Neither of them moved to open their doors.

Enid fiddled with the hem of the hoodie she still wore, Wednesday’s hoodie. The sleeves were long enough to cover her hands, making her feel a nice warmth.

“Thank you for everything…” She said softly, trying not to stare at her again. “I owe you my life. Like literally. So...if you ever need a snack run or a midnight body disposal, I’m your girl.” Enid said with a chuckle.

Wednesday’s lips twitched. “Duly noted.”

Enid giggled, the sound light and bright in the hush of the car.

But Wednesday didn’t unlock the doors. Instead, she turned slightly toward her, eyes unreadable beneath the dark fringe of her bangs.

“I have to work on a new mix,” She began carefully. “An experimental one. With artists and genres I have never remixed before...I am not yet satisfied with the song selection.”

Enid’s brows lifted, but she kept quiet, sensing something in the air.

“Would you like to…assist me in choosing them better?” Wednesday asked quietly, “I would value your feedback.” Wednesday continued, her tone dipping slightly lower, almost cautious. “Tomorrow night. My studio. Just you and I.”

Enid blinked. “Wait, are you…?” She paused, heart thudding against her ribs, “Really asking me to come over to help you choose songs for your new mix?”

“That is what I said,” Wednesday replied, expression blank.

“No, I mean, like…you want to see me again?” Enid asked before she could stop herself.

Wednesday’s eyes darkened. “That depends entirely on whether you would like to as well or not.”

The world seemed to pause.

Enid’s breath hitched. Her face went warm. “Only if I get to bring you that coffee I offered earlier.”

Wednesday reached for the glove compartment and pulled out a card, handing it to Enid, “Here is my address and number.”

Enid took the card with trembling fingers, “Oh.” She inspected the black card with golden letters that read her name and contact information.

“Tomorrow, 8 o’clock,” Wednesday said, her voice softer now. “Do not be late. I detest tardiness.”

Enid smiled, dazed and glowing, as she unbuckled her seatbelt. “I’ll be there.” 

As she was about to open the door, she felt Wednesday’s hand wrap around her wrist, “Wait…” She said rather winded.

Enid sat straight in her spot. “Is something wrong?”

Wednesday didn’t let go of her wrist and frowned, “You…you almost forgot your drops.” She reached in her pocket and pulled out the small bottle, “Remember, two drops every eight hours for the next four days.” She finally let go and nodded.

“Got it. Thanks…again.” Enid opened the car door and stepped out, heart in her throat. Just as she turned to close the door, Wednesday spoke again. “Enid?”

“Yeah?” She whispered.

“No more partying…alone,” Wednesday warned.

Enid giggled and nodded enthusiastically. “Not alone anymore.”

And then the door shut with a soft thump. She walked to her front door as the black sports car disappeared down the street, leaving Enid standing there grinning like an idiot. She didn’t care that she looked completely lovestruck because she was.

…

When Enid stepped foot into the room, Divina was on her in seconds.

“I thought we lost you, pup!” She exclaimed, throwing her arms around her. The hug was tight, almost suffocating, but warm.

Enid melted into her arms as she hugged her back. “I’m totally fine, Div,” She assured, her voice light and dreamy.

Divina pulled away just enough to hold Enid by the shoulders, her eyes narrowing as she scanned her face. “You sure? No lingering symptoms? No weird dreams? No seeing ghosts?”

Enid snorted softly. “No ghosts. Just a very attractive DJ who nursed me back from near death with her own hands…”

She shuffled toward her bed and flopped down dramatically, limbs sprawling like a starfish. Her smile was too wide, too goofy. “Rav3n took very good care of me.”

Divina followed her with a knowing grin and pounced onto the bed beside her, bouncing slightly. “Spill. Now . ”

Enid squealed and rolled onto her side, burying her face in her hands for a moment. “She’s just so…cool. Like, scary-cool. But also hot-cool. And she made me breakfast in bed, Div. Like, actual food. For me . ”

Divina arched a brow, propping herself up on an elbow. “Wait, like eggs and toast and eerie level hospitality, or like, she brought you a granola bar and a water bottle?”

Enid peeked out from behind her fingers, completely serious. “Eggs. Toast. Bacon. Apple juice. And some kind of oatmeal that tasted like a hug in a bowl.”

Divina stared. “Girl.”

Enid giggled and threw a pillow at her. “I know!”

“I’m glad you were having a gourmet moment while the rest of us were preparing to bury you in a glittery coffin!” Divina teased, pushing Enid’s shoulder with playful annoyance.

Enid sat up slowly, her laughter softening into something more subdued. “I know. I’m sorry. I wasn’t…I didn’t plan on passing out and giving everyone a panic attack.”

She rubbed her temples, wincing as a dull ache began to build behind her eyes. “It wasn’t anyone’s fault. Someone spiked me with a Punisher Pill.”

Divina’s expression darkened. “That’s what Yoko said. She was losing her shit. Nearly bit someone in the dorms just out of stress.”

Enid grimaced. “I really didn’t mean to worry everyone. I was just so caught up in the moment…and then boom, kiss, lights out.”

Divina nudged her with her foot. “Well, now that you’re back from the dead and glowing like a love-struck puppy, so are you going to see your goth goddess again?”

Enid's smile returned as bright as sunshine. “She invited me to come by for a private mix session…something she’s working on. Said I might be able to help with song selection...”

Divina whistled low. “Private mix session, huh? Is that what kids these days are calling it, or are we still pretending this is strictly fan-to-artist vibes?”

Enid turned bright red. “DIV!”

Divina cackled. “Just asking!”

Enid groaned, burying her face in her pillow. “You’re the worst.”

“And yet, you love me,” Divina added, reaching out to tickle Enid.

Enid kicked her feet in laughter, “Unfortunately.” She laughed hysterically. 

Several loud knocks on the door shattered the laughter between Enid and Divina.

“Coming!” Divina called out, still giggling as she hopped off the bed. She padded to the door and swung it open only to be immediately shoved aside as Bianca stormed in, Yoko trailing behind her with a tight expression.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” Bianca snapped, marching straight up to Enid like a hurricane. “Do you not have a single working brain cell in that sparkly head of yours?!” She punctuated the question with a sharp flick to Enid’s forehead.

“Ow!” Enid squeaked, recoiling with a pout as she rubbed the spot. “What the heck, Bia?!”

“Don’t ‘Bia’ me!” Bianca hissed, her voice sharp and clipped. “We were worried sick. And then, of all people, Addams calls?! Wednesday fucking Addams had to be the one to rescue you?!” She threw her hands up like she was physically allergic to the idea. “You have no idea how unhinged that woman is!”

Enid blinked, shrinking slightly under the intensity. “I…I said I’m sorry,” she mumbled, guilt creeping in around the edges of her voice. “But…what’s so bad about Wednesday helping me?”

“Don’t ask,” Yoko muttered under her breath, eyes darting to Bianca like she was a lit fuse. But it was too late.

Bianca scoffed, spinning on her heel and stomping out of the room without another word. The door slammed shut behind her with a dramatic thud.

“Well…that was extra,” Enid said, trying to lighten the tension with a sheepish chuckle. “Didn’t think Bianca cared about me that much.”

Yoko sighed and plopped down beside her, eyes scanning her face. “She…we all do, you giant dork,” she muttered, not unkindly. “You really scared the hell out of us.”

Enid’s loopy smile returned, wide and dreamy. “I’m okay, promise. Never better, actually.”

Yoko narrowed her eyes, clearly not convinced, but relaxed a little. “Good. I’m glad Wednesday stepped in when she did…” She rubbed at her forehead like the thought gave her a migraine. “Honestly? Didn’t know little Miss Darkness was capable of giving a shit.”

Enid hummed, grin unfading. “Maybe she’s just particular about who she gives a shit about.”

Yoko narrowed her eyes at Enid. “Ugh. You’ve got it bad.”

The rest of the afternoon passed in a comforting lull. Yoko stayed close, making sure Enid took her drops on time. Divina brought her snacks and pulled out half her wardrobe to help Enid pick an outfit for her “not-a-date” with Wednesday, though Enid had long since dropped the “not” part in her head.

Later that night, wrapped up in a cozy hoodie and buried beneath two blankets, Enid curled comfortably in her bed with her phone. She was just about to doom-scroll when it buzzed.

Unknown Number : Greetings. I trust you have taken your drops as instructed and are feeling better. Evening.

Enid’s heart did a little somersault. There was only one person on earth who would text like a Victorian ghost trapped in a goth DJ’s body.

She giggled at the thought and typed back.

Enid : Hey Wednesday :) I did, and thanks for checking up on me. Hope you had a lovely day. Good knight! xoxo

The response came faster than expected.

Wednesday : Enid, you misspelled “night.” Are you experiencing any lingering side effects?

Enid : Nope! Just being cheeky…You are my knight in dark armor after all. ;)

No reply came after that, but Enid didn’t mind. She could feel the silence on the other end, picture Wednesday staring at the message with her stoic face slowly crumbling into a blush, aggressively ruffling her bangs in denial.

Enid hugged her pillow tighter, her cheeks warm with giddy delight.

Yeah. She was so screwed.

Chapter Text

Enid checked her phone for the fifth time in a minute, heart hammering against her ribs as she stepped out of the car and approached Wednesday’s apartment complex. The card that Wednesday had given her was in her back pocket. She hadn’t needed it since she had memorized the details embarrassingly fast.

She looked at her watch; it was seven fifty. She was ten minutes early, she let a deep sigh escape her lips. “Not too eager. I’m totally fine.” She told herself, shaking her hands, getting ready to ring the doorbell, and just as she reached for it, the door swung open.

“You are early.” Wednesday stood ever so stoic, arms crossed over her chest. Her voice was calm and calculated. She was wearing a pair of black, cotton sweatpants and a sleeveless turtleneck, minimal makeup but still mysteriously beautiful. 

Wednesday’s eyes scanned Enid from head to toe, pausing at the high-waisted jeans and cropped faux-leather jacket over a fitted lavender tee. Her curls were loose, glossy, and pinned to one side with silver clips.

“You said not to be late,” Enid replied, trying to keep her voice light despite the fluttering in her chest.

Wednesday nodded once, stepping aside to let her in. “Punctuality is a sign of respect.”

The apartment smelled just like she remembered it from the time she was last there. The lights were dim, but not unfriendly. “This way.” She guided her to follow.

Wednesday led her to her studio space, which took up half the apartment. It was organized in a way that made Enid’s inner chaos squirm. Every cable was coiled neatly. Vinyl stacked with precision. Even the soundboard looked…intimidating.

“Whoa,” Enid whispered. “This is…insane. Like, in the best way.”

Wednesday walked ahead toward the DJ table, pulled out a chair, and paused. “Would you like some water, tea, or something sugary with no nutritional value?”

Enid blinked, “Uh, I’ll take the sugary one.” She giggled out of pure nervousness.

Wednesday gave her a quiet nod and disappeared out of the room. Enid looked around in awe, not daring to touch anything. She also could’ve sworn she saw something scurrying away with the corner of her eye…

Wednesday returned with a bottle of cream soda, already opened and chilled, startling Enid slightly, “Jeez, you're fast.” She said, clutching her chest, “Thanks.” She took the drink from Wednesday's hand. 

“That is my seat.” Wednesday pointed out. 

“Oh, sorry.” Enid shot up, standing awkwardly next to her.

“No harm done. You may sit here.” Wednesday instructed.

They settled into the space. Wednesday sat behind the deck while Enid took a seat nearby on a black stool that had definitely never hosted someone like her. It was all very cool. Understated. Totally out of her league.

“I am working on a custom set,” Wednesday explained, adjusting one of the dials. “A friend of mine is planning a proposal at a birthday party. He asked me to compose something…special.”

Enid lit up. “Wait, really? That’s adorable. You’re doing proposal music now?”

“I am accommodating his wishes. Romance is a construct of society, though not always unnecessary.” Wednesday said, sitting up stiffly.

Enid tilted her head. “That’s...actually kind of sweet. In a very you way.”

Wednesday met her eyes, but said nothing.

Enid sipped her drink, feeling more grounded now. “So, you need help choosing the right songs?”

“Yes,” Wednesday replied flatly, her eyes flicking back to the screen. “As you may have noticed, I am not particularly emotionally literate...”

Enid stared at her in disbelief.. She knew Wednesday wasn’t good at expressing her feelings openly, but calling herself emotionally illiterate? That felt unfair. Enid had seen the way she cared, how precise her actions were when it mattered. Wednesday Addams didn’t need to say she cared. She just showed it. Not that she’d ever tell her that. She valued her life too much.

“I have narrowed the selection to twelve tracks,” Wednesday added. “I would prefer five.”

The next hour was filled with Wednesday cueing up songs and Enid reacting instinctively, sometimes bobbing her head, sometimes wrinkling her nose. She surprised Wednesday by her ability to articulate why certain rhythms felt too heavy or why some lyrics sounded disingenuous.

“This one’s nice, but it’s kind of too theatrical. Feels like he’s trying too hard,” Enid said at one point, tapping her chin. “If he’s gonna propose, it should feel like a release. Like a sigh, not a Broadway finale.”

Wednesday absorbed that silently and then deleted the track.

After their fourth song, there was a brief pause. Wednesday turned to her. “What would your sigh song be?”

Enid blinked. “My…?”

“If someone were to confess something meaningful to you. What would you want to hear?” Wednesday was questioned with curiosity. It wasn’t flirtatious. It was clinical, almost scientific, but Enid felt her heart stutter.

“Honestly?” she asked, curling a finger around the neck of her soda bottle.

Wednesday nodded.

“I’d want something slow but not sad. Hopeful, I think. Something that sounds like… sunlight through a window. Familiar but rare.” Enid replied with sincerity.

Wednesday was very still.

Enid glanced away. “Sorry. That probably doesn’t help.”

“It does.” She nodded and scribbled something into a black notebook next to her deck.

Enid noticed but said nothing.

After a while, Enid slid off the stool, stretched, and wandered toward the record shelf. “What’s your favorite track in this whole setup?”

“I do not have a favorite,” Wednesday replied while fixing a track to fit the next.

“That’s a lie.” Enid chuckled.

Wednesday tilted her head. “It is a selective omission.”

Enid laughed softly and ran her fingers along the spines. She paused when she saw a black vinyl with a simple embossed cover. No title. No label.

“What’s on this one?” She asked genuinely.

Wednesday’s expression shifted. “That is…not part of the project we are currently working on.”

Enid turned and caught something in Wednesday’s posture. She tucked the vinyl away, sensing her discomfort.

After another hour, Wednesday asked, “Enid, I do believe your drops are due.” 

Enid yawned into her sleeve and blinked. “Oh God, you’re right! I didn’t realize how late it was.”

Wednesday offered a subtle nod. “If you have it with you. Would you like me to administer your dose before you go?”

Enid fumbled to reach her purse, “Uh, yeah…I, um…have it here.” She pulled out the little glass bottle and handed it to Wednesday.

“Do you mind sitting in my chair so I can do this properly?” Wednesday instructed.

Enid got up and stepped behind Wednesday, slipping comfortably into her chair. “Is this better?” She asked, her face suddenly warm.

Wednesday turned, “Yes, that is adequate.” She took the pipette and got her dose ready, lifting her chin with her index finger, “Open up.”

Enid was ready to melt in her spot, but did as instructed. The drops felt like a relief to her warmed skin.

Wednesday closed her mouth slowly, her thumb gently rubbing on her cheek, “Good girl. It is already showing its effects.” She added nonchalantly, “Please, do not stop using them, understand?”

Enid swallowed hard, nodding silently. 

Wednesday stood and looked at the clock behind her. It was almost midnight. They had spent all day working on her mix, which she was grateful for, but she knew Enid needed her sleep to recover.

“Would you like me to drive you home?” She offered.

Enid stirred in the chair, “No, it’s um, ok. Kent’s picking me up. He works nearby.”

Wednesday stilled. “…Kent?”

Enid looked at her. “Yeah. He’s in my morning Lit class. Super sweet guy.”

“I see,” Wednesday replied dryly, turning her attention to some of the vinyls that were scattered on her table.

“Wait,” Enid said slowly, “Did you think he’s my…?”

There was no answer, but the subtle shift in her demeanor spoke volumes.

“Oh my God. No! Ew. Not ew like ew-ew, just…he’s not, we’re not.” Enid flushed all the way to her ears.

Wednesday simply rolled her eyes and unplugged a cable.

Enid stepped closer, standing right behind her. Hovering in her space. “For the record, I am very single.”

Wednesday felt like a deer in headlights. Her hands freezing at what she was doing, “Noted.”

Enid lingered for a moment. Her front almost touching Wednesday's back…

Yet, the magic was broken when Enid’s phone rang. She cleared her throat and backed away, “It’s…um, my ride.” She gathered her things, and Wednesday walked her to the door where they lingered.

“I had fun,” Enid said.

“As did I,” Wednesday replied.

“Good night, Wednesday.”

“Good night, Enid.”

And as the door shut gently behind her, Wednesday stood alone in her apartment, mind floating to the unnamed vinyl on the shelf.

She walked silently towards her studio again, straight to the shelf. It was something she was still working on. A setlist of unmixed songs…She pulled it out and placed it gently on the turntable.

As the first notes of a song played, she closed her eyes and let herself fall into the sound that only one person would ever hear.

A mix she would never share.

The one she had selected, track by track…for Enid Sinclair.

The final notes faded into silence, curling around her like smoke.

Wednesday sat still, her eyes lingering on the waveform one last time before she closed the project window. She removed her headphones with precision, setting them down on the desk like a relic.

A faint scratching came from behind her.

She didn’t turn.

Thing crawled out of his hiding space just beneath the record shelf. He scuttled to the edge of the console, lifting a pinky in question as he looked toward the front door.

“She’s back?” he signed slowly. “You never have people over. Much less in your studio.”

Wednesday didn’t look up. She carefully lifted the unnamed vinyl off the turntable, her touch more delicate than usual. “I had to give her her medication,” she replied simply.  “And I required her perspective.”

Thing spun in place and pointed toward her chest. “Perspective or affection?”

She gave him a slow, withering glare.

“I see…” Thing tapped his wrist like a heartbeat. “Emotions. Gross.”

“She was merely helping me with the proposal mix,” Wednesday added, but her tone was taut.

“You? Asked for help?” Thing did a slow crawl toward the turntable. “Was that before or after she sat in your chair, drank your soda, and melted your spine with that smile?”

Wednesday stood in one smooth motion. “Do not start.”

He signed again, a bit smug. “You like her, don’t you?”

Her grip on the edge of the table tightened just enough to flex her knuckles. She walked over, picked Thing up by the wrist, and turned toward the studio door. “Out.”

Thing flailed with exaggerated offense. “What? I’m just pointing out the obvious…” He wiggled.

Wednesday opened the door, stepped out just far enough to toss him gently onto the couch, and shut it again.

Firmly.

Thing watched the door for a beat before settling down on the arm of the couch.

“That’s a new one…” he tapped to himself with a little flex of his fingers.

The studio had fallen into a weighted silence.

Wednesday sat in front of her console. Her fingers trailed lightly over the knobs and switches, not touching, not adjusting, just existing in the silence. The same silence Enid had filled only moments earlier with her soft laughter and bright questions. It lingered now, echoing louder in its absence.

She set the vinyl on the shelf. Then, instead of returning to the proposal mix, she pulled out her black notebook. 

Inside were pages of notes, scratched by a fountain pen. Timings. Mood changes. Sound color references. Lyric dissections. None of it is labeled by the artist. No names. Just feelings.

She woke up her laptop and opened a previous mix in her DJ program. It took a moment for the project file to load. The waveforms on the screen pulsed softly in the dark, and Wednesday reached for her headphones.

One by one, she began placing her selections into the master timeline.

Not the songs she had picked out for the proposal mix. Not the cheerful, heartfelt blend for a hopeful couple, which was impersonal to them. These tracks had a different weight. They were tender, volatile, and above all honest.

She focused on the songs Enid had pointed out, recalling how she’d described the way they made her feel. Wednesday closed her eyes, trying to visualize it, to connect with the meaning behind the lyrics. Enid had explained it so simply, like finding a thread of emotion and pulling until it meant something real.

Wednesday didn’t smile, but her fingers moved with care, pouring all the emotions she could muster into the mix.

She adjusted transitions between each track, adding textures that weren’t there before. A layered beat that mimicked a heartbeat, a subtle drop that lingered a second longer than necessary, a whisper woven through a bridge that most listeners wouldn’t even notice.

Her mind replayed fragments of the night. Enid’s laugh, the way she tilted her head when she was curious, the way she said her name at the door, like it had weight, like it mattered.

She hated how the thought made her chest feel tight. She hated even more that it wasn’t a bad feeling. How this colorful girl was getting under her skin so hard and fast…

She stayed up all night, sleep overrun by this heavy feeling. She had to finish this mix and get it out of her system soon. 

When she was finally done, she reached for a small hand-written label that was tucked away in her notebook and slid it into the sleeve of a fresh new vinyl.

She pressed it in place with the flat of her hand.

It read: It Is Not That Deep Mix

Then she set the record back on the shelf, between two untitled sound experiments, and sat back down in her chair. Her eyes closed for a moment. She let herself hear the final fade out of the last track, the way it dipped into silence, unresolved and waiting.

It was finished. Not yet etched onto the vinyl, but it would be.

When the time was right.

When she was ready to let Enid Sinclair in.