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The aggressive clacking of a typewriter echoed throughout the corridors of Ophelia Hall as Wednesday Addams was intensely focused on her new novel. It was a dark, dreary Friday night complete with a full moon and a stack of blank pages waiting to be transformed into whatever morbid, twisted story the raven girl had brewing in her head.
Her first week back at Nevermore Academy for the new semester had sadly been less eventful than the previous. Wednesday occasionally received a cryptic text from her still unknown stalker (and often ignored them as she didn’t want to give her attention to a coward that made weak, mundane threats over a screen) but other than that, it had been a painfully boring start to the school year.
The sounds of howling caught Wednesday’s attention briefly and she glanced at the giant window of her shared dorm. She wondered which of the howls were Enid’s. Her sickeningly colorful roommate wouldn’t shut up about how she was so excited to finally be able to wolf out with the rest of the Furs at Nevermore.
Wednesday begrudgingly listened to Enid’s ramblings as the taller girl scrambled around her side of the room, half-exhilarated half-panicked, until sundown when the pack were set to meet in the Quad.
“Wish me luck!” Enid grinned as she made her way to the door.
“If you don’t have the highest kill count by the end of the night, I will refuse to acknowledge your existence until we graduate.” Wednesday deadpanned at her desk, eyes unmoving from her typewriter.
“Love you too, bestie!”
Something had caused Wednesday to freeze upon hearing the words ‘love’ and ‘bestie’ in the same sentence, but ultimately decided to ignore it (along with the warmth that was creeping on her face).
That had been hours ago and it was well nearing 9:30. Curfew was still at 10, same as always, so Enid should be returning from her lunar activities any moment. Wednesday didn’t know what the Lycan’s did for fun on full moons, nor did she really care. As long as Enid returned safe and sound.
Wednesday growled. There it was again! That vulnerability, weakness, that…softness! God, she was becoming like Pugsley.
She glanced at the phone over on the nightstand near her bed, contemplating on sending a slightly threatening message to Enid about returning to the dorm on time or suffer sleeping outside. but just before the thought became a full idea, the door opened and a disheveled looking Enid trudged inside. Blonde hair frizzy and matted, tangled with leaves and twigs, pink coat and skin caked in mud and grass.
“You look awful.” Wednesday said. And she didn’t mean it as an insult this time, just the cold honest truth.
“I feel awful!” Was Enid’s reply as she limped over to her rainbow side of the dorm and threw down her muddy shoes on the wooden floor. She flopped onto her bed with a louder-than-necessary sigh as her aching body protested her sudden motion. Rolling over on her back she smiled, fangs still presented. “But damn if that wasn’t fun!”
Wednesday got up from her chair, tilting her head curiously eyeing her roommate. “Are you hurt?”
Enid groaned and sat up, holding her side. “A little. A few cuts and bruises and every bone in my body feels like it’s made of glass but I’ll live. I don’t think my body’s used to transforming just yet.”
Wednesday hummed, looking disinterested. “You should take a hot shower, that might help. And hopefully not make you smell like a wet dog.”
The blonde werewolf smiled and agreed. Wednesday might be one of the most observant teenagers in the entire school, but now Enid was beginning to pick up on the gloomy girl’s more affectionate side (if you could even call it that). Most of the time it involved Wednesday offering helpful or thoughtful insight, followed by a snarky insult/threat as to throw off anyone who dared to conjure up the thought that Wednesday Addams was going soft.
As she waited for Enid to return from the bathroom, Wednesday fetched the first aid kit from her writing desk. Thing tapped and signed on the desk in a teasing manner.
“I’m not worried about her,” Wednesday sneered at the severed limb. “I’m just returning the favor after Enid saved my life from the Hyde.”
Thing tapped again.
“So what if that happened months ago?!” The Raven scowled. A sudden game of Five Finger Filet was sounding very entertaining at the moment. “I owe her a debt that cannot be repaid all at once. I shall continue to show my gratitude when I can.”
Thing shrugged and scuttled away as Wednesday carried the bandages and medicine to her bedside table. She sat patiently on the edge, ears focused on the shower running in the other room.
The young Addams girl knew that something was different about her (an understatement of the century) ever since the start of the semester. While normally her aura was engulfed by the darkest black that even death itself was too afraid to go near, lately she’s noticed the tiniest speck of…light. It followed her around endlessly, no matter how hard she tried to get away from it, and it seemed to grow more and more frequent when she was around Enid. It was like a pestering fly that just wouldn’t go away.
Wednesday tried her best to keep in touch with Enid over the break - mostly through text and FaceTime because the girl absolutely refused to join any social media platform no matter how much Enid begged - but bland words on a screen didn’t have the same effect as seeing the energetic werewolf in person. In real life, talking to Enid was much more tolerable to Wednesday who nearly had a stroke attempting to understand what a keyboard smash was.
Wednesday remembers the beginning of the week, being dropped off at Nevermore by her parents and walking up the excruciating flight of stairs to the dorms. The whole time her cold heart was hammering away as she got closer to her door and the dark teenager just hoped she’d drop dead of a heart attack so she wouldn’t have to deal with another school year. She remembers opening the door and seeing Enid, mostly unpacked with her suitcases full of nauseatingly multicolored outfits, and stopping in the doorway unable to move.
Wednesday hardly had any time to brace herself for the incoming bone-crushing hug that she was fully expecting Enid to commence once they were reunited. Wednesday was stiff at first as Enid almost tackled her to the floor, blubbering about how she missed her roomie so much, but wrapped a single arm around the taller girl’s shoulders, finally giving into the warm embrace. As both girls were unpacking and Enid was endlessly rambling about everything and nothing at the same time, Wednesday was already planning her own exorcism just in case these new feelings eventually possessed her.
Wednesday snapped out of her trance as Enid walked back into the room, clean and pajama ready. She still had a few cuts and scrapes on her hands that needed to be taken care of properly. “Come here.” Wednesday ordered.
“Oh, Wednesday, you don’t really need to-“ Enid stopped short as her roommate glared up at her with an ‘I’m-not-backing-down-so-you-might-as-well-sit-down-and-shut-up’ look in her gray eyes.
The young Lycian sat beside her friend and held out her hand. Her knuckles were still bloody and she was probably gonna need at least fifty manicures before her claws were rid of the dirt and muck underneath.
“What do you mutts even do during full moons? I thought they kenneled you in the lupin cages like strays.” Wednesday muttered as she gently cleaned the dried blood away with a warm cloth.
“Most full moons, yeah, but sometimes we’re allowed to run around the forest on campus and play games!” Enid smiled. “Tonight we played hide and seek tag! Basically, we hide around and the wolf who’s ‘it’ has to hunt and chase the rest of us until there’s one left. It’s really fun! Well, until we start getting competitive. Then it turns violent.”
“Sounds like my kind of game,” Wednesday replied with a slight smirk. As she was cleaning she couldn’t help but notice how soft Enid’s hands were. No wonder Thing had begun taking moisturizing tips from the blonde.
“How did your family react when you told them you wolfed out?” Wednesday asked.
Enid shifted a bit, her leg that was dangling off the side of the bed swaying back and forth. “My dad was really proud of me!” She started brightly. “My brothers were excited too, but mostly I think it’s because now they can find new ways to torment me. And my mom, as always, found a way to have a problem with it.”
At this point, Wednesday had bandaged Enid’s hand and moved onto the other as the taller girl ranted away about her home troubles.
“It’s like I’m never good enough for her, like I’m always doing something wrong!” Enid began to vent. “I tell her about wolfing out and she tells me how most of my family were already able to before they even entered high school. I tell her about battling a Hyde and she criticizes me about how I shouldn’t pick fights with creatures I don’t stand a chance against!”
Wednesday briefly stopped applying medicine to Enid’s cuts when she noticed her pastel claws extending the more frustrated she became.
The teenage werewolf apologized and took a deep breath, retracting her claws. Enid’s expression falls as she raises one of her bandaged hands and traces over the scars on her face. Wednesday watches with interest.
“And when she saw these, I thought that just maybe she’d show the slightest bit of concern for me, but no. No, she just said it was such a shame that they were so evident and I couldn’t hide them.”
“Enid, a scar shows that you survived an attack.” The shorter girl spoke with pride. “Don’t hide them because you’re scared of what others will think about you.”
Wednesday had finished placing Band-Aids on the back of Enid’s hand, but still held it in her smaller, colder ones.
Enid couldn’t stop the blush rushing to her cheeks. She gulped nervously before asking. “What do you think of me- THEM! W-what do you think of them?”
Wednesday paused and slowly let go of her roommate’s hand. She sighed before staring up at Enid with determination, her unblinking expression showing the slightest hint of vulnerability. “Enid, after I was stabbed by the reanimated corpse of Joseph Crackstone and left to bleed out alone, I had several thoughts running through my mind.”
“Hold on, you were STABBED?!”
“Not important.” Wednesday interrupted before continuing. “Before my ancestor from 400 years ago, Goody Addams, came to my rescue, I thought about how blood loss was a pathetic way to meet my demise, my time at Nevermore, and how meeting you changed the trajectory of my very being.”
Wednesday held Enid’s hand again, brushing her thumb over the bandaged skin. “I have strangely grown very fond of being in your presence and when I am away from you, the very question of when I would see you again interrupts any other relevant thought in my brain. It seems that our time together has awoken a sleeping Addams gene in my DNA that I have tried extremely hard to repress: Devotion.”
Enid felt her breath quicken and her blue eyes sparkled like the LED lights she had strung around her side of the room. Her voice was tiny, a hushed tone quiet as a mouse. “Really? M-me?”
The dark-haired girl never broke her gaze. She blinked once as she nodded in confirmation. “In weaker terms…” She started before the words got caught in her throat, much like the time she had forced herself to ask Xavier to the Rave’N dance after getting caught snooping around his art studio for clues of the monster, only without the urge to vomit. “I have…feelings for you.”
Enid was wide-eyed and still. The words took awhile to fully register in her clustered mind. Then she began to smile, and the smile turned into laughs, and the laughs turned into teary ones.
“Don’t cry.” Wednesday scowled, agitated by the sudden outburst of emotion. Hearing Enid cry was one of the worst sounds to assault Wednesday’s ears, even if the tears were considered “happy” (a foreign concept to the gloomy girl).
Enid wiped her face with her sleeve and sniffed. “I’m sorry, it’s just…I never thought I could make such a big impact on someone’s life y’know? That anyone would ever think of me in that way.”
“Not even Ajax?” Wednesday stared at her, expression unreadable.
The blonde giggled and smiled “Ajax wasn’t stabbed and brought back by his ancestor.”
“Not yet.”
Enid laughed again, dying down as Wednesday brought a hand to the side of her face, caressing the faded pink slashes. Their faces were dangerously close, close enough to where Enid could count the freckles that spotted across Wednesday’s nose. She spoke in a low whisper that nearly made Enid’s heart freeze mid-beat. “And as for your scars, I find them alluring.”
The yearning Lycian couldn’t resist any longer and slammed her lips onto Wednesday’s, a stifled gasp escaped her, but immediately melted into her desires and kissed back. There were no visions to interrupt, the only electric shock Wednesday received was her heart feeling like it had been zapped by jumper cables - exhilarating. Enid was brisk, wild, and while Wednesday admired the passion, she was struggling to keep up with the fervid degree of mouth-to-mouth contact.
It was only when Enid lost her balance and toppled over Wednesday, virtually on top of her and out of breath, that she decided it would be best if they stopped. Her claws were seconds away from extending again.
“Maybe we should take it slower?” Enid guessed with a bashful smile and scarlet face.
Wednesday actually smiled (a small one, yet enough to make Enid fall for her even harder) and agreed. “The next full moon is only a month away.”
Enid rolled over to the other side of the small bed, allowing Wednesday to sit up. “At least I don’t have to worry about finding a date for the next Rave’N!” The taller girl joked.
Wednesday looked sharply at Enid with a scowl. “Who says I’m going to the next Rave’N?”
“C’mon, Wednesday!” Enid whined. “You had fun at the last one didn’t you?”
“I recall being forced to go with a boy I didn’t even like,” Wednesday spat while turning her pointed glare at Thing who pretended to be mindlessly interested in one of Enid’s magazines on her bed. “That feeble prank those Normie’s attempted to pull was pathetic, one of which was your date,” Wednesday didn’t even allow Enid a breath of rebuttal before continuing. “And Eugene was put into the hospital because I didn’t have the gall to throw Tyler down a flight of stairs and go monster hunting instead. So to answer your question: no, I did not have ‘fun’ at the last one.”
The blonde pouted. “Okay, but don’t you think you’d have a better time if you went with me instead?”
“It’s a possibility.” Wednesday mumbled.
Enid grinned. “Aha! So you are gonna go!”
“That wasn’t a yes.”
“But it wasn’t a no!”
Wednesday jabbed a finger at the other side of the room. “Bed. Now.”
Smugly, Enid snuggled deeper into her roomie’s blankets and closed her eyes. “You know, I’m kinda comfy over here. I think I’ll let Thing relax in my bed tonight, he deserves it.”
Wednesday hissed in a warning tone. “Enid…”
When the young psychic saw that Enid had zero intentions of moving, she caved in. She could’ve shoved her off, cursed her entire bloodline, lit the bed on fire, but she didn’t. Wednesday Addams conceded.
With the lights turned off, Wednesday climbed into her occupied bed, laying as far away from the bubbly wolf as she could. She did not intend on being a substitute for one of Enid’s many stuffed animals that she loved to cuddle with all night. She had her arms crossed and lay on her back, tilting her head toward Enid who was sleeping curled on her side facing Wednesday. A bandaged hand was gently resting in the gap between them.
Slowly, Wednesday turned onto her side toward the peaceful girl next to her. She hesitated for a moment, contemplating her next move, before slipping her hand beneath Enid’s outreached one and held it, smoothing her thumb over her no-longer-bloody knuckles.
Before she closed her eyes and succumbed to the sweet embrace of unconsciousness, Wednesday had one final thought: She couldn’t wait for the next Rave’N.