Enid was still flustered, sitting on her bed. She looked across the room to the dark spot Wednesday sat, the steel frame bed barely hinting that there was weight along it's mattress.
"I know that you're uncomfortable Mistress, but I'm going to explore the town. Since we've missed passing through previously and I'm partially curious." Wednesday but their bottom lip, fangs grazing against cold skin. If they tried, they could easily draw blood. They were hungry, but they needed more than their own. They wouldn't tell Enid that, they knew the wolf was squeamish with blood. Wednesday sighed at the thought, the idea of Enid willingly letting them eat was something they didn't have much faith in, knowing how easily she'd become guilty with allowing bloodshed like that. But they needed sustenance while on the surface, and they could easily get it without being caught. Enid looked at Wednesday, eyebrows creasing as she grabbed fistfuls of her blanket.
"You'll stay safe, right?" Wednesday tilted their head, nodding as they stood from the bed and went to Enid, staring at her with their jaw clenched.
"Of course, I'm only going to scout the area. I'll return soon, I promise."
Wednesday flashed Enid a smile, it was small, sharp fangs glinting in the light of the room. Enid had decorated the window, which was something Wednesday very much didn't like. The short goth turned away from Enid, leaving the dorm and walking down the halls of Ophelia Hall. They were quiet, feet falling with purpose and hands clasped firmly behind their back. They stopped, the hairs on the back of their neck tingling in reaction to their instincts. Red hair shined, too clean, too earth like and smelling like the nightshade their own mother would brew to make tea during a late night stalking. Wednesday felt their chest constricting with uncomfortable feelings and shook it away, glancing up slightly at a woman with a smile, glasses on her face and a potted flower in her hands.
Wednesday took a breath, picking up the scent that put them off in the first place. A Hyde, an ugly abomination bred from unethical alchemy, from horrid human emotions and from the desire of bloodlust that would never be enough for a human.
Hyde's were blights, unforgiving and unbelonging in the mortal world. They would be suited much better in their home, the place the humans seem to fear the most, the ethereal land they'd taken to calling Hell.
"Hi! I'm Ms. Thornhill, you must be Wednesday Addams." Wednesday internally grimaced at the excitement in her tone, they remembered her, remembered the scent that stank along the house's walls and had nearly gotten Bruno to keal over. The poor bear.
"Yes, I know of you. You're the one that called upon my brother, is that correct? He could never pass on a good slaughter." The woman took a pause, glancing around the hall as they stood among the dark. Thornhill narrowed her eyes, meeting Wednesday's blank expression. She was surprised when it changed, eyes glowing a faint red as they grinned at her. They looked like a predator, they felt like a monster. The truth was apparent to her, Wednesday was absolutely going to get her soon.
"But it didn't work out. He's too human for such a thing to be successful. How sad you've had to imprint on a Hyde. It's pathetic that you've had to use an outcast for the very thing you requested my brother do. Even if you had gotten him among the surface, he wouldn't listen to someone so riddled with rage. I'm certain you can't smell it, but it's like a stench, it's so very unbecoming of you Laurel."
Her mouth was dry, the flower was dropped, it hit the ground with a crash and the clay pot broke apart, catching the woman on the leg. She winced, looking down and kneeling carefully to expect her wound. That was when Wednesday simply walked past her, their features schooling themselves back into the practiced blanket of stone. One would assume they were a statue if they avoided movement, but their body shook with unchecked hunger. They hadn't eaten in months. While usually a demon could last months without feeding depending on their breed, when one was often surrounded by blood as much as Wednesday was, the desires were much harder to control. It in a way was similar to the lustful desires of their mother, who spent almost every night feeding from her mate.
"Good day Thornhill, I'll be seeing you soon." They walked out of the dorm, staying in the shadows of the school's archways among the quad. They looked around, finding only the resident artist of the school, a giant mural of a raven painted along the castle wall. Black feathers fell in the air, the majestic bird flying across the setting sun and above it's companion, it was yellow, playfully bounding across the earth. A golden wolf, black feathers fallen onto it's coat. Wednesday stared at the mural, emotions festering inside their chest, making them uncomfortable, making them need.
"Hey! You ok there?" Wednesday felt the presence after they heard it, approaching too fast for comfort. A hand grabbed at their shoulder and acting upon instinct, they immediately pulled away, knife summoned in hand and pointed to the person that had touched them. Teeth were bared, black eyes beady and narrowed in contained rage.
"Do not, Never touch me again. Do you understand." The foolish boy moved closer, trying to grab their wrist. A snarl tore from their throat, the knife tucked away as they turned and left, ignoring the calls of the teenage boy behind them. They didn't care, they didn't want to be touched! They'd warned him, the next time they'd skin him and hang him for display alongside his mural.
Wednesday ducked into a dark corner, vanishing in a flourish of feathers, black gentle materials fell to the castle floor and the boy knelt down, collecting what he could.
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Wednesday stepped out of a shadow, pleased at the cold in the building. They walked out of the room, inhaling the disgusting smell of fresh, bitter coffee. It was perfect, and they stepped into line, hand slipping into their pocket and withdrawing their wallet. They waited patiently, approaching the counter to see another teenage boy, who seemed to be struggling with the Expresso machine. how frustrating.
Wednesday sighed, allowing themselves to express their annoyance and slight anger at the sight. Quick hands tore the manual from the Barista's hands and they ignored the indignant, "Hey!"
Wednesday rolled their eyes, resisting the urge to bite the boy when he invaded their personal space as they read the instructions. Italian, that was easy to read, it was even easier to fix the machine and get the boy to make them a quad over ice for their service.
Wednesday nodded, pleased as they took their coffee and left the coffee shop. They looked back at the sign, raising an eyebrow at the name.
"The Weathervane." Wednesday turned and left, heading for the forest while drinking their cold coffee. It wouldn't hurt to explore while selecting their prey for the evening.