Wednesday's POV

"Hmph" Wednesday breathed out, pulling her fingers up to lightly massage her temple in annoyance.

The action somewhat pacified the throbbing organ that was giving her a headache.

What a stupid thing. She couldn't help but think, feeling her annoyance fester and grow.

She also frustratingly couldn't seem to stop its desire to run off as if it wasn't her own brain. As if she wasn't its one and only dictator. And even though she knew she had to fix that, to ring it in and bend its will back to its masterful ways, she didn't know how. Because you see, she had never run into this problem before, she had never struggled the same as others with concentration. Her mind was a powerful machine. It was able to hyper-fixate on anything she demanded it to. And once started, much like a bullet, it wouldn't be stopped until it was lodged deep within its target. It was one of her finest qualities, to be honest. But not now. Now it was as if someone had torn open her cranial cavity and ripped out her own brain. Then put in that of an ADHD six-year-old child cracked out on a mountain of sugar-infected candy. Every time she had corralled and corrected it back to the topic at hand, editing her novel, it would sense a squirrel and wander afar. At first, it started innocently, like a correlation of an object from her novel to something random around campus or back home; not that she was at all homesick. But then something, anything really, would seduce her mind onto exactly one specific wavelength thrumming of thoughts. Thoughts pertaining to a certain wolf, her werewolf roommate. Enid Sinclair and her stupidly infectious moods and bouts of, well Enidness. But this particular time was different, it wasn't filled with annoyance and horrendously loud phone sounds. No, it was sour and harsh, and usually, her easiest and favorite to wallow in. To elongate and thoroughly enjoy. But not this time.

Pushing through the unlocked door of their room, Wednesday couldn't fathom how the night had unfolded. First, Tyler's awfully white-suited surprise, courteous of Thing. Which reminds her, she really must be seeking him out. Then, of course, Enid's awful taste in mates reared its cheerfully disgusting head by presenting not only one but two imbeciles in one night. One of which was at least a human worthy of Carrie's wrath, though still incapable of choosing pig's blood at the very least. Though this all leads to the best part of the dance, which in turn ultimately led to the woods. The woods that held Eugene. Poor idiotically stubborn, bee-loving coma-ridden Eugene.

Why didn't he just stand down? She huffed out internally, wishing for nothing more than to take back going to that stupid dance. What a grave mistake that night had been.

"Hi." Squeaked out shyly to her left, dragging her consciousness astray.

She had thought she was alone.

Wrong.

Slowly turning a strong gust slammed through her knocking every last molecule of oxygen right through her lunges and right out of her. Her last breath immediately halting to a stop as she dared to take a drag from the influence of the immaculate sight before her. The crimson liquid had dried clinging to every inch it could possibly reach of the gorgeous specimen in front of her. Covering Enid in a possessively protective layer of its bloody beauty, marking her. It clung to every strand of the once white fabric weaving throughout her dress, to every once delicately mannered pink hair, and to every single skin cell it could, claiming her as its own. And she feared if she blinked it would all dissipate as if an illusion of a fever dream.

It was absolutely breathtakingly, ravishing. She thought, staring on as if possessed by the fake liquid of life.

She couldn't believe the sight in front of her. Of Enid covered and dyed in the dark dried crimson. Looking blooded and eager, her eyes stared up at Wednesday as if a long-lost puppy whom had finally found its master. The sight stirred something deep within Wednesday's core, lighting something terrifying. She had never seen something of such magnificence.

But this was no fairy tale.

Wednesday was not Enid's master and Enid was not her long-lost puppy. She was not hers at all. And staring was rude.

"Hmm." She cleared her throat and turned on the muddied heels of her shoes. Promptly entering her shadowed side, she forced herself to tear her eyes from the intoxicating sight.

Because truthfully if she didn't act now, she wasn't sure she would. She didn't know if she had the willpower.

Striding over and attempting to busy herself she opened her wardrobe and contemplated what to wear for bed. Not that it truly mattered. Yet, she utterly failed. Her heart was beating, pounding, racing against her ribcage. Transforming into a ravaging beast within, clawing and slashing at her chest screaming to get out. Begging her to give into it and just let it take over and give into her desires.

Desires? She thought screeching to a stop in her mental tracks.

"I was worried about- worried that, that something had happened." Cracked into the air around them, the words muttered so brokenly quiet that an untrained ear would of miss them. But not hers. "I just-"

"Not a single scratch." She cut her off, hoping to appease the other girl's worry. She did not want Enid wasting away her energy on her.

"But Eugene-"

"Was already attacked when I got there and will be completely fine. I will make sure of it." She finished, continuing to avoid any and all eye contact with the other side of the room while pulling her clothes out, and deciding to go for a shower.

"Oh, Eugene!" Enid exclaimed followed by a thud of her body against her blankets.

Deciding to ignore the wolf's dramatic antics for her better well-being, Wednesday finished collecting her shower items in her arms and darted towards the door. Maybe the scorching heat will help rid her of these imaginary desires. Grabbing the cool smooth metal handle she twisted it with a click just cracking the door for departure.

"Oh, are you going to shower? I could use one too!" Enid yelped in excitement leaping from her bead and bounding over to her heaping mess.

"No." Forcefully flew out of her mouth before she could even think to stop it.

Her heart pounded as her body moved on autopilot yanking the door open and rushing her through it. Her legs raced forward as fast as they could, pulling her down the hall as she attempted to flee the scene.

Why was she like this? Why does this keep happening to her?

The sight of Enid's pleading eager eyes staring up at her as she was immersed in blood flashed through her mind as she rounded the corner. How ravishing she looked covered in life's liquid posing as if fresh off the killing floor. She couldn't help, but wonder just how stunning she would have looked in the godly downpour. The view yanked, pulled at, and tightened Wednesday's chest as she pushed on, forcing herself to put more and more distance between them. For she knew she would never have the privilege of lying her eyes upon anything as bewitchingly breathtaking again.