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I really wish I could wait and let this come about naturally, Tyler thought to himself. He was busy hanging up the last of the fairy lights in Crackstone’s Crypt. After finishing with the lights, he still had to set up the projector, lay out the blanket, pick up the food, and finally get Wednesday. If he couldn’t give Wednesday more time to choose him without the pressure of the situation they are in, he could try to give her one of the best nights of her life. At least he hoped so because by the end of it, if everything goes to plan, Wednesday Addams would officially be his mate. 

Tyler wished he was just an average teen that wanted to have sex just to have sex. It would be a lot simpler, that’s for sure. If he hadn’t met Marilyn Thornhill he could be doing just that, just be a normal teen, though he would probably still be a bitter townie. 

He met Marilyn Thornhill the way he met most people, through his job at Weathervane. Like with any other customer, he made polite small talk and when she became a regular, he was sure to remember her order. Then one day the small talk wasn’t so small. Marilyn lured Tyler to her with stories about his mother. It wasn’t like his father was willing to talk about her.  In hindsight, his father made Marilyn’s job so easy. 

It didn’t take long for the normie teacher to get Tyler in her car. Once Marilyn-really Laurel -told him the truth about his mother and him, how outcasts ruined both her life and were the reason his mother was dead, he supposed everything else fell into place for her–at least when it came to his part of her plan. He lied to his father about boot camp so Laurel could unlock the monster within him.  She promised that unlocking the hyde would bring him closer to his mother and that accepting his “gift” would have been what she wanted.  Instead she just tortured him for days. Broke and reshaped him with injections, violence, even her “love” until he became the monster she needed.  With Laurel even her “rewards” felt like punishments. The way she would call herself “mama” around him while suggestively caressing his cheeks. Tyler still shudders when he thinks about it for too long. 

It was just his luck that he met the person who he hoped could help save him the same way he met the person who cursed him—at work. While Laurel Gates was all fake smiles, Wednesday Addams literally materialized behind the vapors coming from the espresso machine with an expressionless face. 

Tyler wanted to hate her so much. At first he wanted to hate Wednesday for being like the other rich, snobby outcasts that went to Nevermore but she surprised him at every turn. She fixed the temperamental espresso herself instead of scolding him for not knowing how to fix it. He hissed sarcastic remarks at her and she gave as good as she got. By the time Weems escorted Wednesday back to campus Tyler knew he was going to be obsessed with her.  How could he not?  She was beautiful, book-smart and somewhat street-smart, able to defend herself, and cherry on top, his dad hated her.  She was everything him and Hyde could ever want.  

That night Tyler did what any modern boy with a crush would do, he Googled her.  With access to a couple more databases courtesy of his father being in law enforcement, he learned that Wednesday’s dark side isn’t all talk.  She had recently been expelled from her last school because she dumped piranhas in the pool during swim team practice.  One of the students lost a testicle.  As he read about her exploits he was more intrigued.  The more he learned the more he wanted to uncover. 

Luckily, Laurel’s plans involved Tyler getting closer to Wednesday anyway.  It’s not like he could refuse her.  Unlike anything else she asked of him, this was a task he wanted to do from the start, instead of hoping he grew to like it.  Laurel told him to keep Wednesday close and that is exactly what he was gonna do.  

He quickly realized that in order to get close to Wednesday he would have to mess up Laurel’s plans.  After the Harvest Festival, all she cared about was finding out who the monster was and solving some big mystery.  Since he was a good hyde, he told Laurel everything and they coordinated how to give Wednesday a little bit but not enough to be useful. 

He spent the next several weeks bouncing between following Laurel’s orders and getting close to Wednesday.  He grew to like it when she would come to him with a random crumb and he matched it with another crumb of information.  Like telling her where the old meeting house was.  He loved watching where her mind went with the information he gave her.  Their interactions had a kind of rhythm.  Wednesday would give a bit and ask a question.  He would give a bit while answering a question.  At the same time she would give a little bit of herself.  He would give a little bit of himself.  No one judged the other for the morsel they gave, and no one demanded more than what the other person offered.  It was nice.

The cognitive dissonance between what Laurel said about outcasts and Wednesday Addams in particular versus what he actually saw of her gave Tyler headaches on a regular basis.  Well that or the myriad of drugs that she injected into him on a regular basis.  Maybe both.  

He carefully thought back to when he found Wednesday during her search of the woods and grabbed her so that she would not get caught by his father who was doing the same thing with Elvis.  

“She’s very violent, Tyler, and she has no impulse control.  She challenged one of her classmates to a duel during fencing class and nearly sent her to the infirmary.  She loves serial killers and torture and homicide are hobbies for her.  She is a killer, just like her father,” his mind told him, parroting Laurel’s words.

He felt the knife that Wednesday kept at the small of her back as he held her, but when she pushed off of him, she did not immediately stab him like he expected her to.  She gave him a chance to explain why he did what he did.  Huh.

“Sorry.  I didn’t want Elvis to pick up on your scent.”

“Thanks.  How’d you throw them off?”

He reached into his pocket to reveal the deer hunting hack he learned from dear old dad.  

She let out a small chuckle. “Coffee grounds?” 

She’s impressed?

“One of the perks of being a part-time barista.”

He was in the woods keeping tabs on his father.  Donovan kept muttering around the house about how the recent attacks could not have possibly been by a bear, but he hoped he was wrong.  That this was just a “cocaine bear” situation.  Tyler was sure that his father may be onto him.  It would definitely explain why he can’t look at him.  He just had to see it for himself.  The moment where his father can no longer deny that his worst nightmare has become true and that his son is a monster.  

“You must think it’s weird I’m stalking him.”

Without hesitation Wednesday replied, “No, I consistently stalk my parents.”  

No judgment?  That could have been sarcasm, but he didn’t hear it like that. Though to be fair, with Wednesday’s monotone it can be hard to hear any intention at all.   His head hurts thinking about it.    

“What really happened that night at the festival?”

Wednesday explained that she ran after Rowan because she thought he was in danger only for him to try to choke the life out of her with his mind.  That’s when the monster saved her by gutting him.  This wasn’t news to Tyler.  They, him and Hyde, were there.  Hyde did it .  What was news to Tyler was that she went back to help someone she thought was in danger.  Why would a serial killer who didn’t care about anyone go back and help someone?  Why would she weirdly sympathize with him instead of laugh at him?  He was going to need some aspirin when he got home. 

Laurel would constantly remind him that Wednesday and her family are not to be trusted.  She would harp on that the Addamses destroyed her whole family just because her brother for some odd reason had a small crush on Morticia and are the reason that his mom died.  Even though he later found the police report that Wednesday’s mother, Morticia, filed claiming that Laurel’s older brother Garrett stalked her.  While he didn’t think Gomez should have stabbed Garrett, he could understand defending the woman you loved from harm.  He disemboweled that glasses kid who tried to strangle Wednesday–and he had just met her.  Tyler may not agree but he could definitely relate.  Also he couldn’t wrap his head around how Wednesday is supposed to be all bad when what he knew of her was that she was kooky–sorry–spooky.  He obsessed over Wednesday’s fixation on him—by proxy of Hyde of course. In turn, he also couldn’t ignore the slight tinge of revulsion Laurel had whenever she looked at him, especially as the monster. 

The moment that made Tyler snap was the night of the Rav’n. Laurel didn’t see her obedient slave seducing an unsuspecting Wednesday into her doom that night.  She saw a teenage boy thoroughly enchanted by a teenage girl and she was furious. Laurel wasn’t wrong.  He was supposed to be the one making her fall for him, but he could barely sway from side to side as she performed for him.  He felt his eyes light up as he drank in every moment.  Instead of deceiving Wednesday, he conned himself instead.  Tyler was falling for his mark.

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After Hyde sent Eugene to the hospital, Laurel lashed out at him back at Gates’ Mansion. Paint and blood caked on his naked body indiscriminately as he stood in her bedroom while Laurel called him an imbecile for even considering liking Wednesday after what Gomez did to her family. She accused him of betraying his mother’s memory by falling for her.  She even taunted his sexual desire for Wednesday. 

“Do you touch yourself thinking of that flat chested goth?” Laurel sneered while grabbing Tyler. She rubbed him until he was hard and mocked “Does the thought of her make you want to cum?” She followed the taunt with a sharp open hand slap. Yelling at him, “Your stupid cock is ruining my revenge against those freaks.”

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That was the night Tyler was done and going to find a way out. Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait long for what he needed to break free from Laurel. 

In Gates’ basement one night after another kill, Laurel left Tyler alone with the book she showed him when she first told him the truth. It was already opened to the section on the hyde. He quickly snapped photos before he started to read in case he wouldn’t be able to finish. Before he could absorb anything, Laurel shouted at him. Her patience had been wearing thin since the dance. Fortunately, the same boyish charm that Gates hoped would dupe Wednesday worked on her this time. He just made a few pathetic pleas about how he wanted to “learn more about himself” and “feel close to his mother” he got off with a slap and a scolding not to do it again. 

Back at home, Tyler poured over the pictures of the book on his phone looking for a way to break his bond from Laurel and he found it. 

While a Hyde can be unlocked through various means, there are two methods to form a bond between a hyde and their master. Bonds can be forged by force or by choice. While a bond forged by force is strong, it can be broken when a Hyde chooses their mate. If a Hyde chooses someone to mate with and claims them, that bond dissolves all previous bonds and the one that they have with their mate is the only one that remains. 

He then continues to read the section about how a hyde claims their mate. 

The essential parts to the mating ritual are: consent from all parties - including the Hyde, the intent to claim a mate, intercourse, and the mark. 

A hyde cannot claim a mate by force. The other person must willingly give themselves to the hyde or the bond will not work. The consent must be given verbally. The beast also has to desire the mate. If the hyde’s human side desires the mate but the beast does not, the consummation will turn violent and the prospective mate can be killed. 

If consent is obtained from all parties, the bond must be forged through copulation. It is during the act of intercourse that the bond can be forged between the minds, hearts (and souls when it happens) of the participants. Intercourse alone is not enough to secure the bond, the intent to mate is required as well. The intention behind the intercourse fuels the passion of the lovers and powers the bond itself. 

Finally, to cement the bond and complete the claim, the hyde must mark its mate and their chosen mate must mark them back. The marks are a physical reminder of the bond that the hyde and its mate share. 

Hydes are meant to mate for life. A mate is meant to be akin to a master but where a master takes the hyde’s submission and compliance through force, a mate receives the hyde’s devotion through love. As such, should a hyde’s mate reject them or their love die, the hyde/their human host will descend into madness.

There was even a special note on claiming:

If the bond is done with a virgin, a blood bond can form which would not only make their connection stronger, but their souls would be united in this world and the afterlife. The blood from a broken hymen can be viewed as an offering to further strengthen the bond. The stronger bond can connect deep enough to bind souls as well as hearts. 

Tyler sat back in his bed, taking in everything he just read.  He could break his bond with Laurel but he could still end up losing his mind. 

He already knew that if he was going to bond with anyone it was going to be Wednesday. She seemed to be the only person who truly understood him. She accepted his light and his dark.  He would wager that Wednesday was more attracted to his darkness than his light. Funnily enough, while Wednesday might like the darkness in him, the dead eyed girl with a taste for the macabre has been his light.  He was drawn to her ever since that day in the Weathervane.  Tyler was already willing to do anything and everything for her.  At this point he just may as well make it official.

Tyler was working another shift at Weathervane, one of the extra shifts he took to increase his odds of running into Wednesday.  It was a slow day so he spent his time thinking about his new plan to change his master.  His biggest obstacle was getting Wednesday, someone who hated being touched let alone intimacy of any kind, to willingly give herself to him sexually to unite their bodies and souls while not breaking Laurel’s orders to reveal her plan. That was going to be a tall order to fill. 

His eyes were fixed on Wednesday and her family arriving in front of Kinbott’s office.  They were probably there for family therapy.  His dad barely talks to him let alone be willing to talk things out with a stranger.  Gomez held the door for everyone to enter.  Wednesday marched in first followed by her brother who slouched after her.  Finally, Morticia was poised to enter last, her husband's hand on her lower back, guiding her in like she was precious cargo, but she turned around. Her eyes met Tyler’s through the cafe windows. She held her gaze as her crimson painted lips curled into a knowing smile. Morticia gave a small wave, then she turned to finally join her daughter. 

All he could do for now is continue to watch Wednesday, earn her trust and eventually her love, Tyler thought to himself.

~*~

“Even the food at Nevermore is exactly the way I remembered it.” Gomez opined.  He closed his eyes and tilted his head up while his taste buds brought on a wave of nostalgia. 

“Yes darling,” Morticia cooed, “Everything here feels exactly as I remember.  The possibilities around every corner, the new interesting people you can meet.”

Here we go, Wednesday thought to herself.  If a tortuous and unfulfilling therapy session wasn’t enough, she now had to be subjected to this.  

Wednesday’s mother looked at her, a sly smile creeping on her oxblood lips, “My venomous viper, have you met anyone special yet?  Someone where you felt drawn to them for some inexplicable reason?”

And there it is, her mother didn’t waste any time trying to ask about “her soulmate” without asking about her soulmate. 

“I am sorry to disappoint you mother as your lack of subtlety around this topic disappoints me,” Wednesday sighed, “but I have not met anyone ‘special.’ Just the same average hormonal teenagers but they are outcasts.”

Morticia’s slight smile flattened.  “Well, there is plenty of time.  It’s possible that you have already met them, and you just haven’t picked up on how much they mean to you yet.  Not everyone’s connections are as instantaneous as the one your father share,” she said, exchanging an adoring glance with her father.  

“I thought I was sent to this prison to continue my academic pursuits, not hunt down someone to suck face with like you two pheromone riddled animals,” she spat.  

Encountering her soulmate was all her mother could talk about when it came to her beloved alma mater.  She is only interested because she wants me to live her life.  Meet my soulmate at school, fall dreadfully in love, get married, bear his spawn, become a housewife, then await the warm embrace of death together.  That’s exactly what her mother did so Wednesday vowed to do the opposite. 

Besides, who cares about soulmates when there is a homicidal monster on the loose? A compelling savage with an appetite for destruction. Yes. That was far more interesting than a stupid boy and stupid feelings. 

Wednesday’s mind was obsessed with the monster.  The creature consumed her nights and days. When she was awake she followed any available leads on the monster, from what it even is to why it’s committing its grisly murders the way that does. In her bed at night the way the monster’s eyes were fixed on her after it disemboweled Rowan, haunted her dreams.  She couldn’t place the look in its eyes or the feelings she felt while it held her gaze. All she knew was that she felt drawn to the beast. 

She lamented the lost time with her obsession sitting with her family and entertaining this banal conversation about predestined connections.  Luckily, the discussion was cut short when Sheriff Galpin arrested her father for the murder of Garrett Gates.  

Gomez’s arrest turned out to just be a minor hiccup during an unpleasantly scourging Parent’s Weekend.  Before the event was over, Wednesday had already exonerated her father, exposed the real cause of Garrett’s death and got Sheriff Galpin to issue an apology.  She knew that her father was too soft to actually commit homicide.  

A few days later it was just another day for Wednesday. Too bad everyone else insisted that she celebrate since it was her birthday. Her 16th no less. A day of high importance to everyone but her. 

Enid lured her to Crackstone’s Crypt to “surprise” her with an impromptu party. The last thing she would want. Thankfully or woefully the one person who understood that wasn’t there but he was also the one person who could make such an asinine exercise tolerable: Tyler. 

Before her thoughts could dwell on the normie barista, her head jerked up and her body went ramrod straight as everything went to white. Then things went from blurry white to grey and blond as her ancestor’s spirit came into focus. 

Fog creeped up from all sides, swirling at her feet. Goody was behind the ornate, spiked gate that surrounded a large house. 

“I was told you could teach me how to control my ability—” Wednesday started. 

“There is no controlling a raging river. You must learn to navigate it without drowning.” Goody quickly dismissed appearing next to her.  “Time is not on our side. Crackstone is coming.” Goody said. She gestured towards the house with the spiked gates ahead of her. 

“To stop him, this place you must seek.”

Wednesday spat through gritted teeth, “There is never enough time, but you insist on speaking exclusively in riddles.”

“Why do you insist on simple answers?”

“Occam’s razor. The simplest answer is usually the best one.”

“The path of a Raven is not simple or straightforward. When you seek only darkness and solitude, that is all you will find.”

“Maybe that is what I want.”

“It may be what you want but it is not what you need.” Goody challenged. 

“And what is it that you think I need?”

“An ally you can count on. The opportunity to be bound to your most faithful and powerful servant is passing you by because you do not want to be like your mother.” Her ancestor chided. “If you don’t claim him, he will be forced to continue to help the person who is trying to bring Crackstone back and destroy everything I have worked to protect.”

With that her vision ends. 

Later that night, tones of washed-out grey are replaced with verdant greens as she finds herself in the woods. 

Wednesday whistles to the sky as something massive bounds toward her.  It doesn’t take long until the monster is before her. It’s piercing bug eyes trained on her, but unlike the bloodlust that would normally be there it was replaced with a kind of reverence? Wednesday was not quite sure what to call what she was witnessing. A moment later, the beast falls to their knees. She approaches the creature and rewards it with gentle, loving, caresses on its clammy, leathery skin. It purrs with approval. She felt the corners of her mouth raise as affection filled her being. It was similar to how she felt when she tended to Kitty or watched her pedigree spiders but it was also deeper than that. 

Wednesday awoke from that dream disturbed by the depth and intensity of affection that up until that night she did not believe she was capable of feeling for anything. 

~~*~~

After coming up with his plan to give himself to Wednesday to be free of Laurel, Tyler was worried about his ability to seduce her into willingly mating with him.  He couldn’t even call what he was attempting to do “seduction” even though one of the intended outcomes was to literally get her in his bed.  He had instead been framing as he was giving himself to her. Calling it anything else but that, despite how truer the other ways are, not only felt wrong he wasn’t even sure he could fully pull it off.  While he knew he wasn’t a bad looking guy, he wasn’t exactly swimming in female admirers either, let alone being well equipped to captivate the likes of Wednesday Addams.  He wasn’t even sure he was her type, if she had one.  Sure she went to the Rav’n with him and she always sought him out but that doesn’t automatically mean that she is in love with him.  She literally said as much.  Despite all of that, he still tried all of the typical ways to show that he liked her.  He took extra shifts at work so that he could subtly have her associate him with her demanding caffeine needs.  Flashed his pearly whites and his best sweet boy-next-door charm to next to no effect that he could discern.

Tyler did have one thing going for him in his efforts to get closer to Wednesday, she was obsessed with the “monster in the woods” and he just happened to be that monster.  It was almost all they talked about.  When she wasn’t pursuing another lead that brought her closer to him, he was preparing for the next thing to microdose the idea of their mating in her head.  Wednesday’s birthday was the perfect opportunity to get her attention. Unfortunately when Tyler tried to ask her out to a cakeless and song-free birthday dinner after Enid’s failed surprise party (he knew it wouldn’t work, that was why he skipped it–that and Laurel wanted another part.  He at least hoped she liked the cake that he made for her), she brushed him off saying she was on a tight deadline.  

It wasn’t lost on him that a hideous seven-foot monster was more compelling to Wednesday than his human facade.  If the monster was what she wanted, then the monster was what she was going to get. 

~~~*~~~

With the help of Xavier, Wednesday was able to identify the location that Goody told her to seek as the old Gates’ mansion. Of course she could not get the information without an awkward romantic overture. This time Thing “revealed” that he painted “her” playing cello on her balcony.  Too bad the face in the painting looked more like Xavier than it did her. Just like his “affections” for her, they were more about him than they ever were about her. 

Her first trip to the Gates’ mansion did not deliver anything that Goody promised other than sending Mayor Noble Walker to the hospital after a hit and run. However, someone thought that whatever secrets lie within the Gates’ mansion were worth killing for. That was interesting.  She had to come back.  

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After the failed date request, he didn’t have to wait too long for the next opportunity to present itself courtesy of a phone call from Wednesday herself.  At first, Tyler assumed this to be another failure as soon as a confused Enid entered his car assuming he was an Uber.  The odds seemed even worse when Wednesday led them to Laurel’s house.  He hadn’t realized exactly how close Wednesday’s investigation had brought her to him and Laurel.  In his mind, Tyler thought he was giving Wednesday crumbs of crumbs.  He was sure that none of those crumbs should have ever brought her here.  He even pretended not to know the gates that Wednesday drew for him a few days prior to delay her.  How did she even find out about those gates in the first place?  

As much as he wanted to figure out what got her this close, he had two very large problems to resolve.  One: How was he going to make Wednesday’s visit to his master’s house not disrupt his plans to get out of his master’s clutches?  Two: How was he going to make sure that this did not mess up his master’s plans for Crackstone?  

“This is the night that I die,” he said, not realizing it was aloud. 

~~~~*~~~~

After what happened during her first trip to the Gates’ mansion, she decided that she was going to need backup for the next time.  So she explored the Gates mansion a second time with a terrified Enid and a shaken Tyler in tow (beggars can’t be choosers).  She wasn’t going to let Enid's frequent whimpers and Tyler’s timid feet-dragging slow her down.  She planned to find whatever it was that Goody wanted her to see and someone thought Noble should be killed to protect. 

What she found at the Gates’ mansion was not as good as a smoking gun, but the still warm candles on a secret altar worshiping a bigoted pilgrim told Wednesday that she was close. Answering the questions from here would blow the case wide open. She knew it.  

~~~~*~~~~

Everything Tyler did to slow things down failed.  He “struggled” to open the garage door and Enid was able to pull the door open without really trying that hard.  Who knew that werewolves could use their strength in human form?  Now the car that did the hit-and-run on the mayor has been found.

As Wednesday led them deeper into the seemingly abandoned house, Tyler’s mind was working overtime.  When it came to Laurel, he knew she would flip if she found out that Wednesday knew about this place.  Additionally, he knew that she was already vicious and sadistic and those sides of her were on full display when she was pissed.  

Wednesday had already found the altar.  She did not even try.  She just literally pressed around and found it.  Shit!Shit!Shit!

Tyler did not want to imagine how much worse it could get if Laurel realized that a high school sophomore had successfully backed her into a corner.  This was the bigger threat and this had to be handled delicately.  He was already in over his head and he was only sinking further.  Wednesday’s voice brought him back to reality.  A reality that has him very well fucked, and not in a good way. 

“Tyler will search the ground floor.  Enid and I will search upstairs,” Wednesday delegated.

“We will?” Enid squeaked. “We are not going to leave the creepy murder mansion?” 

Wednesday deadpanned, “No. We are just getting started.” 

Tyler said, “Yeah, I didn't sign up for this.”

“I am not making either of you stay here.”

“You seriously want to split up?” Enid repeated.  “That is literally how every best friend dies in a horror movie.”

“Stop being such children.  The faster we search, the sooner we can leave.” 

With that Wednesday and Enid made their way towards the stairs.  He could hear Enid’s scared mutterings trail behind Wednesday.  Something about how she is actually the big bad wolf. 

“Will you stop uttering your fear so loud,” Wednesday chastised.  “You are going to attract the phantom that kills you with all of that whiny racket.”

A sharp whine leaves Enid as they take the stairs to the second floor. 

When they were far enough away from him, Tyler paced around the living room racking his brain on what to do.  In terms of Wednesday and his plans to mate her, he was going to have to use what he could always count on, her preoccupation with the monster.  If he could direct her attention back to the monster, that is attention she is not using on piecing together Laurel and Crackstone.  

With that thought, a plan pieced together.  He was going to change into the monster and get them out of the house as soon as possible.  Then he was going to let Laurel know that the house was compromised but he did the best he could to keep Wednesday from getting too close.  While she would be pissed that Wednesday found this place, if he gave her enough time to clear house, that might minimize the fallout.  

Tyler shook his head and mumbled “I was really hoping not to have to take off all my clothes in public today” as he took off his clothes before he transformed into the beast.  This was the best plan he got.  

~~~~*~~~~

Unfortunately, the monster found them before Wednesday could probe further. 

After the beast chased her and Enid to the basement, it cornered them as they tried to climb out of the basement. Enid got out first but the monster roared and Wednesday froze. The sullen teen stood still waiting for the beast’s next move. She should have been terrified, but she was banking on her dream being right and that the monster did not want to hurt her but that was not guaranteed.  It was a dream after all, and not all dreams are prophetic.  

The creature slowly came closer to Wednesday, as if it was trying to drink her in. Her eyes never wavered from it, not even to blink—she did not do much of that anyway.  Once it was directly in front of her, it sniffed and nuzzled her face and neck. Its skin rubbing on hers. Wednesday closed her eyes as the contact made her heart race and her body warm. She then felt a claw drag along her side.  The tip of the claw started at her wrist and slowly traced its way up to her shoulder.  The ends of one of her braids tickled her jaw as the beast took a sudden interest in her hair.  Wednesday was someone who did not like being touched, but right now, she would have stood there for hours letting the monstrous being explore her with its curious prodding and tender grazing.

A sound from the other side of the house made the beast stop what it was doing to go and investigate. Enid unfroze once the beast was out of sight and came to the window to pull Wednesday through. 

“What the hell was that?” the frightened blonde questioned as soon as the shorter teen was successfully removed from the basement, 

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I—”

Her roommate’s inquisition was interrupted by Tyler’s screams. 

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Hyde chased them out of the house.  Of course, they ended up straight in the basement, the last place Tyler wanted them to go.  It’s not like Hyde could have anticipated that the small girls would go straight to the dumbwaiter.  Even then, Tyler also didn’t anticipate Hyde's interest in Wednesday.  Though from the back seat of things he couldn’t tell if Hyde was acting on its own desire to be close to her or his.  He sat back and just watched his alter-ego touch her in the way that he didn’t know he wanted until he saw someone else do it.  He wanted to touch her braids, maybe even undo them.  He wanted to rub his face on hers and deeply inhale her smell from her neck.  Thanks to Hyde, her scent was etched into the deeper parts of his mind.  Tyler did not want to think about the implications of Hyde being aware of his feelings and if the creature would help Laurel use those feelings against him.  

After Hyde got distracted by that noise and ran away from Wednesday, Tyler had two things left to do.  One is to text Laurel that her home is now compromised, and she’s got to clear it out.  He may have omitted that he unwittingly chauffeured Wednesday to her house.  He was in deep shit, but he was not stupid enough to make things worse by telling Laurel that part.  He just said he “followed” her.  Definitely not looking forward to the fallout on that one.  

The second thing that was left was to complete the diversion.  He got himself into position at the front of the house and he made Hyde’s claws appear, then he huffed out two quick breaths before he sliced into his own chest.  He cried out as Hyde’s claws tore into his own flesh.  He then screamed again, this time in “anguish,” so that Wednesday and Enid could hear him wherever they were so he could signal that he was hurt and thus end their exploration for the night.  

Unsurprisingly, Enid was horrified when she saw his (self-inflicted) injuries.  Wednesday’s reaction however was not the deadpan stoicism he came to expect from her.  Her usually dead eyes were wide with shock(?) as she used her snood to put pressure on his wounds.  Of course, Xavier had to show up because that was exactly what he needed right now, another spectator. 

Tyler’s eyes never left Wednesday as she tended to his wounds back at his house.  The way she treated him with tenderness, partially out of guilt for getting him sliced up (even though he did that to himself) but he could tell that some other emotion was there.  Hyde could feel her heart beating faster whenever she touched him.  Tyler knew he was acutely aware of and affected by the intimacy of the moment.  Was she? If it weren’t for their audience of Xavier and Enid, Tyler would have used this moment to explore it.  Would she shudder if he pressed her hand against chest and made her feel his heart beating for her? While he is unsure of how Wednesday felt in the moment, he could feel Xavier glaring into him as Wednesday finishes up her patch job.  

“Thanks, Doc.” Tyler mumbled awkwardly.  Xavier shook his head and he was seething.  Hyde could feel the rage and envy spew from the lanky artist.  Bonus!

~~~~*~~~~

This trip to the Gates’ mansion was much more fruitful in some ways but wasn’t without casualties…like Tyler’s pristine, sculpted chest, her standing at school, and her friendship with Enid. 

The way the normally perky teen lashed out after the events at Gates’ mansion shocked her. 

“You will use anyone to get what you want even if it puts them in danger.” Enid scolded as she threw her duffle bag onto her bed. “Did you really need me and Tyler to be there while you got felt up by a freaking monster?”

Wednesday denied, “It did not feel me up.”

Enid started packing, “If it didn’t get distracted by Tyler—who was trying to save your reckless ass—it might have. That thing scented you! And you liked it!”

“Enid—”

“I know what I saw, Wednesday,” Enid asserted, her eyes wide and reddened from the tears she already cried as well as the ones yet to come.  “I am a werewolf! I know what scenting looks like.  That thing wants you.  The monster and this case are all you can talk about.”

The dark-haired girl's face remained unchanged with the accusations her roommate leveled against her.  

“We could have died tonight because of your stupid obsession!”

“But we didn’t. In fact, we are so close to solving this case. I can taste it.”

“And it probably tastes like monster jizz.”  Enid ran her hands through her hair.  “I stuck up for you, I put myself out there for you, considered your feelings—”

“You didn’t have to do that—”

“I wanted to do that because I thought we were friends and that is what friends do. You don’t have to be asked! The fact that you don’t get that says everything. You want to be alone, then be alone,” the blonde girl huffed.  She took her carry on and duffle and stormed off to Yoko’s room leaving Wednesday alone. 

That night, her sleep is plagued once again by another lucid dream.  Unlike the calm curiosity of the first dream, the second is anything but.  

She feels intense heat and a heaviness on top of her.  When she can finally see, everything is bathed in a soft yellow light.  She can see herself clinging onto someone, her eyes closed tight, but she cannot see who it is.  It was as if the camera was mostly focused on her and all she could see was their shoulder and back. She breathes in time with her dream self.  Stressed pant with stressed pant.  A foreign tension and want builds within her.  Her eyes widen when she realizes that she is watching herself have sex with someone.  The junction between her shoulder and her neck is hit with a searing pain as she sees the guy in her dream bite down on the same place.  

With the wonderful pain comes an overwhelming euphoria that wakes Wednesday from her sleep.  She is in her room.  Her skin is damp and warm, yet dotted with goosebumps.  Her voice was hoarse.  Wednesday couldn’t deny it.  She was aroused.  She then wondered if the dream caused her to moan in her sleep, turning over to Enid’s side of the room only to find her not there.  Instead of feeling relief at not embarrassing herself by her moans waking up her roommate she felt a pang of guilt remembering their argument from the previous night.

While Wednesday’s arousal from the dream unsettled her, the question of who made her feel that way still needed an answer. She clearly wasn’t alone. It was safe to assume that she knew the person because she did not consider herself someone that would have a one night stand. It was obviously a male. The broad shoulders said as much. Thinking back to the moment she was bitten made Wednesday close her eyes, a faint echo of the euphoria she felt washing over her. She shook her head to get her focus back to sleuthing who was in her dream and not how it made her feel. In the dream when she was bit she could see a little bit of the person’s hair and it was short. When thinking about the males in her immediate circle with short hair that she would have sex with only one name to mind: Tyler. 

The possibility that she could have sex with Tyler confused her.  She found him interesting.  Of course, he was some normie that worked a minimum wage job, but he was more than that.  Tyler had some bite to him.  He was not just the nice persona he presented. He could not just be “nice” and then assault Xavier on Outreach Day.  Even if Xavier’s work is derivative and is unfit for public consumption.  Wednesday assumed when she did finally experience attraction it would not be someone like Tyler.  With his expressive green eyes, and his messy, copper curls.  He did not even have the decency to have dark features.  It is just…there is something about him that makes her want to find out more.  To peel back his skin and dissect him to see what is really there.  Maybe if she did, she would only find just a regular boy and he would be boring to her, and her feelings would stop.

After finding her dear Uncle Fester, he was able to illuminate the facts of the case in a way that only he could.  Fester was quickly able to identify the monster as a hyde and where to find a resource that would help her research the new-to-her outcast species.  One safe cracking expedition with Thing and Fester (with another annoying confrontation from Xavier) later and she was now in possession of Nathaniel Faulkner’s diary, an almanac of outcast anthropology of sorts.

As Wednesday read the chapter, her breath caught when her eyes read the section on how to mate with a hyde.  She felt them open wider, her mind sharpening with recognition.  This is what her dream and Goody were trying to tell her.  Goody was telling her to mate with the hyde and claim it for herself.  

Wednesday was used to approaching things with intellect, precision, and when necessary visceral brute force.  While she was fine with the idea of bartering her body like a sexual currency, a means to an end, confronted with the possibility of actually having to do so… She was not so sure of what to think.  She did not consider herself one of those people who puts a lot of sentimentality towards sex.  Sex isn’t special and it doesn’t have to mean something if you do or don’t do it.  She also did not even think she was interested in giving or receiving sexual pleasure.  Additionally, Wednesday was not and is still not interested in being in a relationship of any kind, lest she turns into a crazed animal in heat whenever she is within two feet of her lover like her parents.  With that said, watching herself in the dream sparked something in her.  She wanted to feel what her dream-self felt.  If sex could really feel that good, more specifically make her feel that good.  

Wednesday was so deep in thought she didn’t notice Tyler behind her looking at Faulkner’s diary.

“Is that?” He asked, his eyes widened in recognition.

“Yes,” she confirmed.  “It’s called a hyde.”

Tyler moved to sit next to her.  “That’s it.  From that night.”

As his eyes lingered on the diary, her eyes appraised Tyler.  They seemed to drift to him without her permission.  Whenever she went to Weathervane, her eyes always looked for him.  She was currently appreciating the way his work polo clung to his biceps.  As she learned while she was tending to his wounds, Tyler was not some scrawny teenage boy that was more bone than boy.  His muscles were definitely there and not something of teenage delusion.  Not that she was paying close attention.  

“Your father gave you explicit instructions not to be near me.”

“Yeah,” he responded, his eyes challenging hers.  “Well, my dad’s not here and I’m on a break.”

He wasn’t going to drop it and Wednesday was not going to argue with him.  Instead, she then explained how a hyde needed to be unlocked by someone and how that person would become its master.  Before she could bring up how a hyde can choose its master by mating with them, Tyler’s father came rushing in to chastise his son for breaking his clear orders and to pass flyers around looking for Fester.  

After the sheriff left them alone, they stood in silence until Tyler spoke up.

“So about rescheduling our date.”

“Between the monster and my uncle–”

“No excuses.  Figure after what happened last time, you owe me.”

“I can’t sneak off of campus.  All eyes are on me.”

“You won’t have to.  I’ll come to you.  Crackstone’s Crypt.  Tomorrow night at 9.”

~~~~~*~~~~~

The day after Noble Walker’s funeral, Tyler saw Wednesday and a weird guy pouring over the book.  Once again she was unraveling the plan and making the connections faster than he anticipated.  Tyler should be freaking out about this, but he was actually impressed that she got to this point.  Wednesday having the book was bad for Laurel, the way his phone was vibrating in his pocket told him that he would be seeing his master real soon, but this could actually be really beneficial for him and his plans to be free of her.  Wednesday already knows that the monster is a hyde.  If she knows that, she will eventually know that a hyde needs to mate with someone to free themselves from their master–if she hasn’t grasped that already.  Knowing her, she will probably read as much as she can about hydes to the point where she would know more about them than he did.  Which isn’t saying much, this hyde shit is new to him, but still.  Right now all he had to do is wait for Wednesday to take in all of her research.  Then when the time is right, he just has to reveal himself as the hyde.  After that she would want to help him, maybe not from the kindness of her heart, but he is pretty sure that she would love to have control over a bloodthirsty beast.  This might come together without him doing very much outside of being there and building on their connection.  

Getting Wednesday to come to their next date was easy.  What was she going to do? Turn him down after he got scratched up for her?   The fact that Tyler was the one who injured himself is a minor technicality.  One that he was sure Wednesday would laugh about in the future.  Their future.

As soon as Tyler secured a date with Wednesday and she left the cafe, he quickly checked his phone and saw that Laurel was furious.  She demanded to see him as soon as possible.  He had to deal with the fallout from Wednesday snooping around her house and finding the book.  It wasn't going to be good.  

When Tyler arrived, Laurel was tending to some plants outside of her home.  Hyde shifted to the front of his mind while Tyler shifted to the back.  

“Took you long enough,” she greeted without looking at him.  “I have an important job for you to do.”

“You’re not going to be mad at me for Wednesday coming here?”

“Hello, Hyde.  I see that you are protecting Tyler because you think he’s in trouble.”

Hyde nods.

“Tyler was going to be in trouble.  I was very upset.  That death bitch is trying to ruin everything I have worked for!  Then I thought about it and I realized that Wednesday coming here is not your fault.  You even tried to stop her because you are loyal to Mama, right?”

“Right.”

“You even gave me a chance to clean up before your father could inspect the basement.”

“Yes, master.”

“I can’t stay mad at my good boy,” she praised, her dirt stained hand cupping his cheek tenderly. 

Hyde gave her a pleased smile even though Tyler’s stomach turned at her touch.  They closed their eyes and leaned in. Laurel pulled them closer to her chest, smoothing her hands over their hair to coax them.  

“I know, baby boy.  I know,” she softly murmured against their temple.  She pushed him away, “Besides, at this point even if she did find anything, the circle is closing in too tight on her for her to use it.”

Hyde grimaced while touching his neck.

“Honey, Wednesday is a breath away from getting expelled.  Lucky for us, that silly girl doesn’t know when to say when.  So it’s only a matter of time before Weems sends that sorry ass freak home.  Which if that happens, we will just have to capture her sooner.  On the off chance that Wednesday didn’t get expelled, she will be dead by the end of the week.”

“What?” Tyler thought inwardly.

“The reason why you and Tyler had to protect Wednesday is because I need her blood to open Crackstone’s tomb.  It can only be her since she is a direct descendant of the abomination that murdered my forefather that fits the requirements to open that tomb.  The blood moon is almost upon us and everything is more or less going to plan.”

Hyde nodded.

“I need you to bring Tyler back for me now.”

Tyler felt his consciousness get pulled to the front as he readjusted to having full control of his human form once again. He squinted and blinked his eyes rapidly until they were his again. 

“Tyler?”

Switching between himself and Hyde hasn’t gotten easier for the teen. If anything it has gotten more difficult as he is now somewhat present at times when Hyde was in control. That was harder to transition from than when he was completely unaware of what Hyde was up to and he just woke up naked and covered in blood. 

“Yes, Laurel,” Tyler answered. 

“I don’t know how much you have heard but that’s not important.  I have an important job for you.  I need you to distract Wednesday tomorrow night.” 

“Sure, I can do that.  For how long?”

“At least a few hours.  She has a very important book.  You know the one I showed you?”

Tyler nodded.

“Well, I need to get that back and I need you to help me distract her while I search her room.”

“Okay.”

“Be sure to plan something special.  Every girl wants to feel special, even a girl like–maybe especially a girl like Wednesday.  Even though her days are numbered, she deserves one special night and you are going to give it to her.  In fact, start with this.”  Laurel handed him one of her beautiful black flowers from a patch in her garden.  “Wednesday would be sure to love this.”  

He nodded and walked back to his car.

When Tyler got there, he drove a little bit away from Laurel’s.  Once he was far enough, he put the car in park and slammed his fists into the steering wheel.  

Fuck. He doesn’t have any more time.  He needs to get free from Laurel and save Wednesday from being sacrificed to resurrect a bigot.  In order to do that, they would need to mate tomorrow tonight.  He, no, they can’t afford to wait for the perfect moment.  How the fuck is he going to seduce her into being his mate, for life, by the end of the night? And he still had to make it home by curfew. He was fucked. Unfucked really. 

Tyler did not have time to worry about how he did not have time.  There was too much to do.  If Laurel wanted him to give Wednesday a night she wouldn’t forget, then he was going to do exactly that.  You want me to make her feel special.  I’ll make her feel so special.   He was going to make her feel so good that she would want to be with him for the rest of their lives.  

~~~~~~**~~~~~~

Two nights later, Wednesday left to meet Tyler, not without Thing trying to guilt her about her fallout with Enid or him teasing her about her plans with Tyler being a date.  They were not on a date.  She was just using her company to assuage his feelings about being attacked the last time they officially hung out.  That was all.  

When she arrived in front of Crackstone’s Crypt, Tyler was already waiting with a lantern in hand.  She didn’t need the lantern to see that his eyes were shining while his hands shook a little around the flower he held.  He looked like an eager puppy and she found her lips parting awaiting his next move.  

“The last time someone threw a surprise party here it did not go as planned,” she warned.

“I guarantee this one won’t make you pass out cold, but you do have to close your eyes” he said, offering her a flower.  

“Are you serious?”

“Unfortunately.”

With a huff, Wednesday acquiesced to Tyler’s request.  “I am only doing this because I almost got you disemboweled.”

“And not because you want to see my sexy chest scars?” He quipped.

Wednesday closed her eyes and let Tyler lead her further into the crypt.  She tried to use her other senses to see if there was another surprise party waiting for her.  Unfortunately there was nothing else to sense.  When she did open her eyes, instead of a party she saw fairy lights hanging around the crypt.  Just in front of the sarcophagus there was a picnic blanket laid out and a nice picnic set laid out on top of it with all kinds of savory foods and snacks.  Even the popcorn boxes were in her preferred color palette.  There was a projector set up near the picnic area as well.  Despite the setting, everything was darkly romantic.  Thing was right.  This was a date.  

“What? No one has taken you on a picnic inside of a crypt before?” Tyler asked.  He then pulled down the sheet in front of the crypt doors for the film to project on.  “How do you feel about scary movies?”

Wednesday had to admit, Tyler was good.  He then tortured her for the next hour and thirty-four minutes with a “movie” called Legally Blonde.  The garish colors hurt her eyes and its soundtrack made her want to stab her eardrums.  Her body was stiff while watching the abominable film.  They were standing up now that the movie was–thankfully–over.  The sheet in front of the doors was already pulled up.  Tyler certainly knew how to treat a girl.  The least she could do was thank him for a decently tortuous time.  They continued to stand there when Tyler broke their silence.  

“Don’t hate me. I’m just gonna come out and say it.” He paused before continuing.  “I want us to be more than friends.”

“You’ll snap out of it,” Wednesday quickly retorted.

“Don’t do that.  Discount my feelings.”

“I’m not ‘friend’ material let alone ‘more-than-friend’ material.” Wednesday countered.  

She remembered Enid’s cutting accusation of how she only knew how to use people to serve her own purposes and her absolute disregard for their feelings or otherwise as she did.  Enid was not wrong about that.  She looked at Tyler, with his puppy dog stare and earnest expression.  

“I’ll ignore you, stomp on your heart, and always put my needs and interests first.”  At least he can’t say that she did not warn him.  

Tyler stepped closer to Wednesday.  “You can keep trying to push me away.  It’s not gonna work.”

She changed tactics.  “I almost killed you.”

“I survived,” he returned, taking another step closer.

Wednesday rebutted, her signature glare on full effect, “Beginner’s luck.” 

“I’m tougher than you think.”

“You’re making a mistake.”

He took one more step.  “Probably.”

Tyler was unquestionably in her space now.  The smell of coffee, pine needles and Old Spice body wash invaded her senses.  She could push him, step on his toes or stab him with one of the knives she always had on her person to regain control but she didn’t want to.  Her eyes darted back and forth from his eyes to his lips.  

“Definitely,” she confirmed, her eyes remaining on his lips.  

He closes the minute space remaining between them and cups her face.  Before she could make a decision on how to react, Wednesday’s body goes into rigor as a vision overtakes her.

She finds herself in the woods again, the hyde stands before her, tall, savage and beautiful.  It lets out a roar before its towering figure shrinks into someone more familiar.  A moment later a naked Tyler is before her.  

The vision changes again, back to the unmistakable feeling of that dream.  This time it’s clear that it’s Tyler on top of her.  He is the one that she is destined to mate with.  He is her hyde.  She just has to take him.  

Wednesday’s eyes open to her head cradled in Tyler’s lap.  The wrinkle between his green eyes relax seeing her awake.  He smoothes a longer piece of her fringe out of her face.

“Are you okay?”

“I know what you are and why we are here.” Her eyes pierced into him.  “You’re the hyde.”

He nodded solemnly as he confirmed, “Yeah. I’m the hyde.”

“And want to mate with me so that you can be free from your master?”

He nodded again. 

Wednesday sat up, her head tilted to the side.  “Why me?” She asked with her eyes narrowed.  “Is it because I am convenient?  I am pretty sure there are not any other girls who would be willing to do this.”

“You are the only one I want,” Tyler replied.  His face was relaxed despite the desperation of the situation.  He wasn’t begging or pleading.  He just looked at her.  

“I have felt this pull towards you since the day we met.  At first, I thought it was because you like the darkness in me and I like the light in you.”

Her eyebrow quivered at the suggestion that she had any light in her. 

“Now I think that we just like each other.”

“Even if I did harbor some… fondness for you, I still meant everything I said before.  I am not an easy person to be with.  What makes you so sure that I would be good for you?  A better master than your current one?”

“You never lied to me when it really mattered.”

Tyler caressed Wednesday’s face as her eyes searched his.  His eyes bounced back and forth between her eyes and her lips.  When he gathered his courage, he leaned in and kissed her.  The kiss lasted for a few moments but he pulled away to gauge her reaction.  

“Was that your first kiss?” he asked. 

Wednesday’s eyes rapidly made the same trip between his eyes and lips like she did earlier.  She pulled him down for another kiss without answering his question.  Tyler deepened the kiss and to his surprise, she followed his lead. 

For all of Wednesday’s discomfort and disgust watching her parents have extended make out sessions in front of her, now that she was kissing someone she understood the appeal. It was like combining the best parts of her two favorite pastimes. It has the all over body tingling of electroshock therapy and it has the desire to probe deeper to see what you can discover like gravedigging. 

Tyler shifted on top of her, continuing their kisses. Her arms wrapped around him. Her legs instinctually did the same. He pulled away, trailing his lips along Wednesday’s jaw, moving lower to her neck with languid, open-mouthed kisses as he did so. 

Wednesday’s eyes closed and she felt herself become aroused by what they were doing, the tension building within, biting her lips so that she didn’t utter anything embarrassing. Tyler kept kissing down her neck until he reached her pulse and she let out a small gasp. Knowing he found a sweet spot, he kept kissing and sucking on that area.  She turned her head to give him more room, holding his head against her so he could keep doing what he was doing. Her hips unconsciously thrust up against him. He moaned against her neck as he redirected his lips to the other side of her neck to repeat what he did on the first side. 

Tyler shivered as he felt Wednesday’s cool hands slip under his shirt. Her icy touch a momentary relief from heat emanating from his body. He mirrored her actions dragging his warm hands along her sides. 

“You feel so good,” he murmured into her lips before taking them again. He cupped her small breasts in his hands and massaged them as he explored her mouth. 

Wednesday’s hands roved everywhere. They were under his shirt, over his shirt, holding his face, in his hair…it was as if every part of her hand needed to feel every last inch of him. It wasn’t just her hands that needed to feel him, her core ached for his. Every thrust against his clothed hardness rewarded her with a flash of something that she wanted to feel again and again. Tyler’s gasps and moans from her ministrations amplified the sensation across her body.  For the first time in her life her overactive mind wasn’t trying to race from one thought to the next. All it wanted was more .  To touch him more, to have him touch her more, to feel him more.  She dragged her hands down his back until they reached his ass, pulling him tighter against her. 

“Holy fuck, Wendy,” Tyler breathed. She smirked and gave a particularly harsh thrust, partially in retaliation for the unsolicited nickname, partially because she wanted to push him further.  He stilled her hips movements and sat up which made Wednesday pout.  Even under the warm fairy lights he could see the flush that bloomed on her skin overwhelming its typical pallor. Her chest was rising and falling in time with his as they were regaining their breaths. Her brows were furrowed while her eyes clearly asked why did you stop?

He brought a hand to her face, his thumb idly stroking her cheek. Her dark, unblinking eyes never leaving his. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, fighting to keep his voice from cracking.  “I don’t want to pressure you, but I also have to tell you that once we do this there is no going back. There are no halfsies, or take-backs, or undos. Even if I could go back, I don’t want to.  I want you, Wednesday.”

“I am well aware.”

“And you want to bind our souls together? You would be stuck with a monster for all eternity.”

“For the record, you should be the one who is worried about being stuck with me.” Wednesday said plainly. “If you were to betray me like you did Laurel, I would not rest until you were dead and then I would find a way to torment your ghost for all eternity.  Also, I would not have come this far if I did not intend to see this through.”

With that she reached over and started to push Tyler’s jacket off his shoulders, pausing to make sure he was okay with that. He consented with a nod, and she took it off. He repeated the action and removed her jacket as well. They continued taking turns removing each other’s clothes and trading caresses, with the exception of Wednesday’s knife of course.  Only she was allowed to touch that.  Then the only clothes they wore was their underwear. 

Tyler could feel Wednesday’s nervousness as she used her arms to cover her petite, bralette clad breasts. He pulled her onto his lap and looked her in the eye. 

“You’re beautiful, Wednesday,” he reassured. “So beautiful.”

Whatever cutting retort she had was lodged in her throat. Instead of trying to croak it out anyway, Wednesday kissed him. She let the warmth of his roaming hands envelop her, chasing away the night air’s chill. Her lips found his neck and she sucked and kissed him there like he did earlier. Tyler tightened his embrace, pressing her into his chest. She sighed against him, relishing the crushing pressure on her. He rocked them, grinding their aligned sexes against each other, giving them much needed simulation. 

Tyler pushed aside one of the cups of her bralette, massaging her nipple with his thumb until it hardened. He then bent down to take the hardened nub into mouth, lavishing it with his tongue. Wednesday bit into the back of her hand to silence the obscene gasp she wanted to let out.  Tyler pulled back for a moment. 

“Please don’t hide anything,” he begged. “I want to hear you.”

Wednesday nodded. 

He went back to sucking on her breasts. The sensation ignited a flame in her sex. After a few rounds he brought his hands to the top of her underwear. He slipped his hand in and felt her mound, holding his hand there. He looked in her eye and she nodded, urging him to continue. He felt just outside of her entrance and was met with her slick. 

“You’re so wet for me already.”

She gasped as he slipped two fingers in, pausing to let her adjust before moving them. 

“You are so tight, Wendy,” he said as his thumb started to rub her clit. His awestruck cadence matched the dragged out pace of his rubbing. 

Wednesday cried out her body becoming overwhelmed with all of the new sensations she was feeling. She felt a tension start to build within her. Her breathing became ragged as the fingers inside of her began to pump in and out of her. Her eyes widened locking on to Tyler’s relaxed gaze as the tension within her started to build to a peak. 

“Don’t be scared,” he gently explained in a whisper.  “You’re so close, you’re about to cum.”

His fingers moved faster as her pants became closer together. He took one of her exposed nipples in his mouth and sucked hard, making the tension within her explode. She screamed when her climax hit her, Tyler helping her ride it out. 

A boneless Wednesday collapsed into his chest, and he held her through the aftershocks.  After her breathing got back to normal, she reached into his boxers and grabbed his length. 

With determined eyes she said, “I want this inside of me.”

“Okay,” Tyler consented. 

He quickly went to the bag he used to bring the lights to grab a condom and put it on. He then lined himself up with her entrance and pushed his way inside of her. Wednesday gasped at the intrusion. 

“Do you need me to stop?”

“No. Keep going.”

Following her lead, he did as she asked until he was fully inside of her. Once there he paused, letting her adjust to him. He took a deep breath adjusting to her pussy’s vice grip on his cock. 

“What are you waiting for? Move.”

“I am trying not to hurt you,” he gasped as he fought the urge to start thrusting with abandon.

“I don’t care, move.”

He started moving slowly allowing her to adjust to the sensation before he picked up speed. He looked down on Wednesday as he dove into her. Her eyes were closed, gasping and moaning beneath him. He couldn’t believe that he was actually going to mate with her and that she wanted this with him. Her eyes shot open, her hazy and lust driven gaze met his. He kissed her tenderly as he felt her tighten around him. 

“You’re so good, baby. I can feel you squeezing me.”

She nodded. 

He felt himself getting really close too. 

“I’m going to mark you, Wednesday,” he breathed between pants.  “I’m gonna mate you. Gonna make you mine.”

“Do it.”

Tyler kissed down her neck until he was where her neck met her collarbone. He bit down, his teeth partially sharpening like the hyde’s,drawing blood. Wednesday screamed soundlessly as the pain from the bite and pleasure mixed making her come. Wednesday leaned forward as he tilted his neck to give her more room.  She bit his shoulder until she could taste his blood. He constricted his arms around her, his strength compressing her as he came as well, releasing while inside her. A wave washed over them as the new bond solidified between them. Tyler especially noticed how this bond gave him a sense of calm as he felt it as opposed to fear.

Once their breathing calmed, Tyler pulled out and disposed of the condom. He returned and pulled a contented Wednesday against his chest and wrapped them up in one of the many blankets he brought.

“Thank you for doing this,” he murmured against her crown.  “You have no idea what this means to me.”

Wednesday sighed, “I did not do this to be nice. I traded my virginity and soul to have a bloodthirsty beast at my disposal. Prying you away from your abuser while I did it was an added benefit.”

“Of course. This isn’t because you like me and want to be more than friends.”

“Given what we just did, I think we are past ‘more than friends’ now.”

“True. What are we going to do about Laurel?”

“I am not sure yet, but it’s going to be painful and slow.”

Before the teens could reflect any further, the doors to the crypt burst open. Sheriff Galpin rushed in with two of his deputies, their guns were cocked and level with flashlights, prepared for an ambush of some kind. Their flashlights shone brightly in the teens' eyes blinding them.  Donovan looked down at them and immediately closed his eyes. 

“What the hell?  Are you fucking kidding me?” He lowered his flashlight and opened his eyes again. He hoped his eyes were deceiving him.  “Tyler?”

The boy lowered his arm, no longer needing to shield his eyes.  He brought the girl closer to his side and wrapped his arm around her protectively.  The girl blankly glared ahead.

“Dad?” Tyler asked.  “What are you doing here?”

“I received a report from the school’s groundskeeper that–” He stopped as his eyes glanced over at the teen's necks.  Fresh bite marks and several hickies on their necks, and their clothes were in a pile away from the blanket they were using to protect their modesty.  

“I’m not going to ask what this is–”

“You shouldn’t have to,” Wednesday interrupted, glaring at the officer.  “This is exactly what it looks like. Your degenerate son took my virtue and mated me.” 

Donovan furrowed his eyebrow and his cheek twitched at Wednesday’s remarks.  A small smirk appeared on her face while Tyler looked up at him with a sheepish grin.  He was enjoying his father’s annoyance that he disobeyed the explicit order to stay away from Wednesday and now his dad could never separate them. 

“I never saw the two of you here and Tyler, I still expect to see you home by curfew,” the sheriff commanded, pointing his baton at his son to emphasize his directive.  He rolled his eyes to the ceiling uttering “Unbelievable” to no one in particular and he left with his deputies.