~Enid Sinclair~
Tears stung in her eyes but she refused to let them fall. She felt betrayed. She knew what she had with Wednesday was a tenuous relationship of roommates at best, but she thought they were making progress. She thought she was slowly worming herself into her dark heart, one death threat at a time.
'Well, wasn't that preciously naive, little wolf?' Her inner voice needled her. As was often the case, she sounded like an amalgamation of her mother and Angela. The latter being that one childhood bully that somehow always managed to hit her where it hurt most.
One last time, she decided after pulling herself together. One more time, she'd return and if her roomie didn't apologise, then she'd be gone permanently. With a plan of action in mind, she stormed over, determination burning brightly. She opened the door with a quick shove, having left it slightly ajar the last time she had left disappointedly after returning for another one of her plushies.
What she saw brought her movements to a stop. There she was. Her small form sitting in the middle, leaning against the window with her knees drawn to her chin. In the big and predominantly empty room, her petite figure looked even smaller than usual. 'She looks so lonely. Forlorn.' She thought to herself as the goth registered her entry but didn't move.
She thought she saw... something flash in her eyes but it might have been her imagination. Tentatively, she entered, uttering her excuse for returning.
"Just forgot my eyeliner... the golden one, you know?"
Her words seemed to have no effect and she decided it was time to confront her. With slightly hesitant steps, she crept closer, wringing her hands before addressing her.
"I just want to know... Why? We aren't friends yet but I thought we were getting closer. Your signals are all kinds of confusing. One moment you seem to be warming up and the next? You nearly get me killed and react as if nothing's wrong! I wanna know why!"
She was growing more agitated and loud but her energy was quickly cut off when Wednesday surged to her feet with almighty anger burning in her eyes and her lips pulled into a scowl. This was the most expressive she had ever seen her and the wild beauty took her breath away for a moment. When she started talking, it was with a familiar inflectionless tone of voice and well measured pace, though she felt there was something hidden deep in there that she wasn't able to properly identify.
"You want to know why? No, that's what I want to know. You see..."
Her gaze intensified, leaving her breathless once again at the raw emotion in her eyes. Her voice was growing more heated too as a rare passion slipped into it.
"You are disgustingly bright. I can see the marks of childhood trauma and years of suffering and abuse on you. But you didn't break under it. That much, I would find respectable. But not just that, you even kept your optimism. You shine like a sun! You are a complete anathema to my darkness! I should despise you. I should thoroughly loath you! And yet..."
Her voice wasn't loud. Not at all. But she had never been as compelled to listen to anyone as in this moment. Her natural charisma and eloquence pulled her in like always. 'Oh, I'm sure that is all there is to it.' She ignored her inner voice's sarcastic remark, concentrating on the girl in front of her instead. She had her shoulders drawn back and her hands were balled into fists as she continued with her impassioned speech, which was quickly becoming her favourite thing to listen to.
"I feel drawn to you. You are my opposite. You shouldn't be able to exist and thrive in my vicinity. But I feel as if you pull me ever closer, drawing me into your orbit like a moth into the flame."
She had a feeling before but the more she listened, the more this felt... This felt like a confession. She felt her cheeks heat up and she was fascinated by the raw honesty and despair in her voice.
"... And like the moth, like a creature of the night, tired of it's existence, I yearn to burn in your brightness. To be incinerated by your endless fire. I want to touch you and feel my skin blister. I want to be reduced to ash and scattered into the wind by your gentle breath."
Without noticing, they moved closer to each other. Wednesday's breathing was hurried and Enid felt something inside of her burst as she registered the truth with sympathy and fondness. This girl wasn't unfeeling. She felt too much and didn't know what to do with it. Instead of embracing those sensations, she pushed away their source and tried to ignore what could and should be the most beautiful thing she ever experienced. When the petite girl continued her unwitting confession, it was with quiet intensity and visible frustration.
"Instead of enjoying your suffering, I want to soothe your pains. I want to eradicate what causes them. Instead of trying to ruin you, I want to treasure you. Instead of shunning you for being the incarnation of light that will spell my downfall, I want to melt in your embrace, content to fall to you, my equal on the opposite end."
Her eyes widened, probably only now registering just how close they were. She immediately tried to get some distance in between them. But Enid had different plans.
'Yeah, there's no way we are going to let her get away with that. Even my brain, rotten from all that teen romance crap out there, couldn't come up with something even close to that confession.'
For once, her inner voice was of the same opinion as she was. Enid surged forward, intercepting her movements and pushing the goth against the glass behind her. The petite ravenette's breath hitched and her pupils dilated as their noses were mere millimetres from each others'. An unbidden growl left her mouth and it sent a shiver through the girl in front of her. With a smirk on her lips, she did what she wanted to do since the first time she laid her eyes upon the dark beauty in front of her.
Not giving her the chance to avoid her lips, she claimed the goth's with her own. She didn't expect her to eagerly reciprocate her affection with barely any hesitation, but she could work with that. Heat bloomed within her and a passion unlike anything she'd ever felt overcame her as her fingers fixed the slightly squirming girl in place by closing around her throat. Her claws sank into the delicate skin just enough to draw blood and Wednesday moaned into her mouth. She smirked and captured her lower lip with her fangs, opening another wound and causing another moan.
Their liplock was intense and passionate, containing all the frustrations and tension, all the desire and finally realised affection they felt for each other. Enid finally understood much more about the girl she was mooning over. She was glad her feelings weren't as one-sided as she had feared.
When she pulled away, what she saw in front of her was a thoroughly flushed and bloody girl with slightly open and bruised lips, and a quickened breath that bordered on hyperventilation. She obviously didn't have as long a breath as her, since even untransformed Lycans had better lungs than most creatures. 'Though she'd probably find passing out or even dying from the lips of her partner romantic.' She thought with a certain measure of amusement before startling slightly.
'Why am I so unbothered by her appearance? Shouldn't I be freaking out or maybe even passing out at having caused those bleeding wounds? At having marked her, possibly for life?' The thought sent such an intense surge of pleasure, want, and possessiveness through her that it nearly overwhelmed her. She understood immediately. 'Ah, I've chosen her...' The thought didn't cause nearly as much distress as it should have. Her thoughts were interrupted by Wednesday finally regaining a semblance of control over herself.
"It was the curse all along..."
She muttered before fixing her intense eyes on her. She could have lost herself in those deep pools of dark chocolate for days. Shaking herself out of it, she was addressed by Wednesday before she could even ask what she was talking about.
"You claimed me. It might not have been entitely intentional but it is very much welcome. Because from what I just realised, if you didn't do this, I would have claimed you eventually. You are mine now. Just as much as I am yours. And for the record: Should you have been in serious danger, I would have sacrificed myself in a heartbeat. It was one of the many irregularities that irked me so."
A hot flush went through her at those honest words. Even while trying to separate them, to get away from the unwitting influence she had on her, Wednesday would have still rather ended herself than letting Enid die. But... that wouldn't do.
"You are mine now."
She growled possessively, only peripherally aware of what she was saying. Seeing the sudden flush on Wednesday's cheeks, it couldn't have been too bad, right?
"No suicidal stunts. I wanna keep you for a long, long time."
The light blush was delicious to look at and the tiny nod she got was satisfactory enough to elicit a pleased rumble from her throat that echoed through the room and enhanced the goth's blush.
Absentmindedly, she lowered her head and scented her neck, licking at the wounds she inflicted. The hiss that coaxed from her... girlfriend? Reignited the heat in her, but she didn't act on it. It wasn't the right time.
Usually, she was all about living in the moment and letting her emotions rule her behaviour, but if she did that now, they would go way farther than what was healthy for their burgeoning relationship. That thought startled a slightly hysterical giggle from her that snapped Wednesday out of her pleasure-induced haze.
"What amuses you so?"
She asked with a curious tone of voice. Well, for most, it would still sound flat and emotionless, but she had a bit of a read on her already, even without the deeper understanding she got through the unexpected confession. She decided to answer her inquiry honestly.
"It's just... I came back here to give you a chance or three to apologise for your actions. A simple 'Sorry.' Would have been enough for me. But as always, you go above and beyond. You confess completely unhinged emotions to me and try to escape after throwing out the most romantic speech I've ever heard."
She unceremoniously latched onto the diminutive girl and pulled her into a tight embrace that had her sighing. Wednesday's arms tentatively slithered around her form, making her rejoice on the inside, though she kept her vibrations to a minimum on the outside.
"Now I've gotten myself a girlfriend where I just wanted a friend. Can't get myself to regret it though. There is just one serious warning I'll have to give you. I'll be extremely possessive of you. My inner beast is as smitten by you as I am and I think we might have chosen you as our mate... If that's the case then this arrangement may be more permanent than you'd like?..."
She hated how unsure she sounded at the end but most people didn't appreciate being claimed by a Lycan. It was one of the reasons they almost always tried to keep their contact with other races to a minimum until they found their mates. A mate wasn't destined or anything like that, no matter what those epic love stories wanted one to believe.
The subconscious and the inner beast simply chose the most fitting person they knew, usually after interacting with each other for a while, though there were some cases of Lycans spontaneously falling in love with someone they'd only known for a short amount of time. Once the choice was made, there was no way to change it anymore. Contrary to her fears, Wednesday actually smiled. 'Oh wow. That is the first real smile I've seen from her. If nothing else would have made me fall hopelessly for her, that smile would have done that job thoroughly.'
"The Addams Family suffers under an age-old curse."
She started ominously with a smirk that she wanted to kiss, but refrained to. She didn't want to interrupt her.
"If we fall for someone, it is so thoroughly that it borders on obsession and, from time to time, oversteps that boundary. I swore to myself to never fall victim to it. To not let it dictate my actions as my free will is my most important asset. What I didn't know was that the curse doesn't just randomly choose. I had to first develop genuine affection for you. Only then did it take ahold of me. Pushing me to seek closeness with you."
Her expression once again transformed. She now sported a scowl as she grit her teeth with her jaw working furiously. As if what happened was a travesty. And in some ways, from her perspective, it probably was. But now she had her. And she wouldn't let go. Because she was a werewolf, no matter what her pack said. And once the mate was chosen, they would follow them to the end of the world.
'on another note, I'm getting to see so many different expressions of hers. And each of them is more kissable than the last. Maybe I should just eat her up?... No, bad Enid. It's too early for that.' Even though she told herself that, she was tempted. The delicate slope of her neck invited her to suckle and bite. To mark her as Enid's. She could imagine how she would look squirming beneath her in a precarious balance of pain and pleasure.
'Since when am I this horny?! Do I need to bonk myself?' She shook her head and concentrated on Wednesday's words again.
"I despised you at the start. I thought you would be another vapid and idiotic girl who'd run at the mere whisper of danger. I expected you to flee at seeing my knife collection but you didn't. I was certain you would whimper and cower when I threatened you with death and pain. But then you showed a different side. One so at odds with the way you portrayed yourself that I couldn't help but be intrigued."
Her brows were slightly furrowed but she looked more thoughtful than agitated. Or worse. Wednesday focussed on her before continuing.
"You stood up to my vitriol and fought back. You showed that you had a genuine spine. And that was the beginning of my end. Because suddenly, you were interesting. And I found more and more facets about you. And despite my best efforts, I was beginning to care. To like the person those aspects of yours were weaving."
She spat the word 'like' out as if it had burned her tongue, but Enid was touched. She knew that Wednesday was regularly observing her but she thought it was just to find her weaknesses and possibly to devise a plan to end her without being implicated. 'You know, the usual.' She thought, a bit amused at the morbid thoughts.
"Over time, without noticing, I have fallen for you. My curiosity and your devastating charm were my undoing. And now, we are bound. You have chosen me and I have chosen you. We will be miserable together."
Those last words reverberated through her as she murmured them into the curve of her neck, where she had unexpectedly buried her face. Her hot breath ghosted over her collarbone when she sighed and Enid enjoyed the sensation of goosebumps rising on her skin in answer.
'I don't know yet where this will lead, but I am certain I will enjoy both, the journey and the destination.' She thought to herself as she picked up the lightweight goth, not caring about her protests. She quickly carried her to the bleak and colourless bed on Wednesday's side of the room and positioned them both on top of it. Soon, she had arranged them to her satisfaction.
"What is the meaning of this?"
She heard Wednesday exclaim indignantly. As a response, she simply pulled her closer, encapsuling her body possessively with her own. She found she very much liked being the big spoon.
"Hush you... I want a nap after that rollercoaster, and you will be my pillow."
Some more sounds of indignation and several ineffectual death threats made it past her lips before she settled with a huff.
"You are insufferable..."
She muttered as she crossed her arms before her body, but she shuffled a bit to make herself comfortable. Surprisingly, Wednesday dozed off first, but Enid followed only minutes later with a content smile on her face.