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Wednesday, as much as her near antisocial and all black demeanour would begin to describe had been spending an awful lot of time away from their room.
Enid's and Wednesday's sanctuary.
Though it seemed it was only the former's with how absent Wednesday had become.
For you see, she had gotten herself a little crush. A boyfriend perhaps. A boy named Tyler Galpin. A normal pastime of infatuation for most girls, but Enid never expected it to infect Wednesday too.
The girl was simply anything but normal. But hell, so were the rest of them.
You may ask, why was this bothering Enid so much?
Well you see, Wednesday and her had a little fling.
Nothing major, just a small cuddle and open lip kiss, with the small slip of their tongues twirling into the night. It happened almost forever ago, almost like a heat of the moment thing, but to Enid it meant more than she could ever put into words. It was the first sign of trouble for her, twisting her bleeding heart in positions unheard of.
It felt like forever ago when the pair of them had been snuggling under the covers innocently. Simply combining their body heat, nothing more to it while reciting the days events and how near scared the pair had become. You know how it goes, talking and laughing, locking eyes onto each other, gazing into them... So, one thing lead to another...
And bam!
The kiss.
It was everything Enid ever wanted — with the soft delight of Wednesday's immaculate and warm lips pressed against Enid's, the cervices in her lips near perfectly matching Enid's, like two puzzle pieces who belonged together.
And this was before factoring in her tongue. Wednesday's supple tongue, now that was a flavour that was hard to forget. Sweet and creamy, like a dessert that Enid never wanted to stop gulping down on. They kissed for what felt like an eternity, dancing and fluttering together in the warmness of their embrace. Hands also played a part in their little frisky endeavour, though never digging in past the hem of their pyjamas.
Although right now, with just the mere heated memory taking up all the space in Enid's head, she was free to blush up a storm in the safety of the half empty dorm room.
But this was unfair.
Too damn unfair.
What Wednesday had done to her, getting her all flustered, melting Enid with only a faint smile from her plump lips and the flutter of her eyelashes above the sea of dark chocolate browns, was too damn cruel!
Wednesday, ever since that memory, had unsuspectingly converted Enid over to the eternal church of Wednesday Addams. To be worshiped and loved. Like a deity, only more real. More physical.
Unfortunately, that love was not reciprocated.
Enid knew how that went nowadays. It was depressing to think about. Their closeness was nothing more than in the friends sense without ever explicitly mentioning the friendzone. Those exact words had never been muttered or said aloud, yet Enid knew. She wasn't stupid. She could pick up on social queues without being prompted to.
Enid, the poor loveable thing, had been simply replaced.
No, alas she had never been in the race to begin with.
However having her mind think that and her body react accordingly was two different things.
Tyler Galpin, the almost charming young boy with tuffs of wavy light brown hair and an ocean of emerald for his eyes was certainly a looker. Even Enid could appreciate looks especially when most of them still had zits on the best of days.
Although that was just his appearance alone. To those that somehow became close to Tyler would know that he was psychotic, not to mention dangerous.
It would be funny to admit that girls like Wednesday and herself love the badassery presented in people — the hot fiery flame of danger, the adrenaline of doing something downright immoral. But the betrayal of Wednesday picking someone who damn well tried to kill them both, now that, that twisted a jagged knife straight into Enid's back.
And as most would think, it wasn't just the betrayal that was causing Enid to feel these sorts of things.
Enid, simply put, without the fancy prose or poetry to accompany such a feeling, was in love with Wednesday Addams.
There was no ifs or buts. She simply was in love with her, and would always be. Down to the day she would die, or be asked to leave.
So, when she realised again that Wednesday had ditched her for that damn brutish Hyde called Tyler, Enid could barely repress the feelings of wolfing out.
It wasn't uncommon for her to transform without the full moon, but it took almost all her will to suppress the urge of succumbing to such a state. With a level headed mindset Enid loved to classify herself as fine, but now, with her unrequited crush frolicking off with some dangerous boy, she was clearly unstable.
A glint of madness bloomed in her eyes, overshadowing rationality in a moment's notice.
Next, Enid's werewolf claws sprouted from her hands immediately as she felt her blood surge in heat, curdling in anger. Long, sharp and vicious, she was ready to rip anything that got in her way into shreds. Namely in the form of a Hyde. His name felt like poison to her lips, drowning her in such vile taint.
Fingers curled, nails partly digging into her, scoring her palms. Blood was soon to be drawn, undetermined if it was whether hers or someone elses.
Yet, Enid was stopped in her tracks on her bout of revenge.
With a inconspicuous blink, Wednesday's pouting face flashed into Enid's mind. She felt herself stumble, near lose herself. Enid hated the look of disappointment bearing right at her.
Even if it was playing in her head like a broken record, it felt all too real.
Wednesday, with those beady brown eyes, almost a shade of black, basking down at her. Enid felt small in that moment, even if her height would soon tower over anyone on the school grounds if she allowed her jealous rage to consume her.
Nails dug in deeper, anchoring her to the floor like nails on wood. Enid remained in place like a statue, only able to concentrate on the look of disappointment upon her dear Wednesday's face. She loved her and losing Wednesday by her side hurt worse than whatever this poorly concocted feverous plan was.
Transgressions in the form of murder would do Enid no good if she meant that she couldn't get what she wanted.
But jealousy was a boss that was hard to fight off. It had been bubbling and brewing inside her for far too long and Enid knew that she could not fight the righteous urge to claim what was hers any longer. She wanted Wednesday, needed her.
Craved her.
Even the scent wafting her way through the billowing breeze in the crack of the window, dug deep into the woven fabric of her pillow, was enough to send Enid into a spur of animalistic desire.
Enid near howled at the unfairness of it all.
She grasped the pillow after toeing over the line smack bang in the middle of their bedroom and pushed it straight into her face, plunging her nose as deep as it could go into the thing. Most people would only grasp the faint whiff of shampoo, though werewolf noses picked up everything. It was a blessing and a curse for Enid.
Enid took in huge whiffs of air and smelled everything. From the type of shampoo Wednesday loved washing her hair in, which had an odd prickle of blueberry, to the small hint of ash that remained from something she had burned who knows how long ago. There was plenty to explore, all almost private and personal. Information that Wednesday had never given her. Yet, with her super sniffer, Enid had it all.
She couldn't pull herself away from the pillow, stuffing her face into it like it was the last breath of fresh air she could ever experience. She felt alive with all the scents combing through her nose, flourishing visions in her mind of places and scenarios that Wednesday would have been to. Until, with an immediate scowl to her lips, Enid noticed something unpleasant.
Dark and gruelling... It didn't reek of anything off-putting but Enid knew what it was. It was that damn Tyler's scent. Unmistakable, ever since he had near tried to kill them both. He had touched Wednesday's head, perhaps rubbing the oils of his palm and whatever else into her perfectly straight raven black hair and that had sunk right into the pillow.
Knowing this, for a barely held back Enid, was the final straw.
All restraint from here on forth was gone, plunging Enid off into the deep end. If she was wolfing out beforehand, then this was something completely new.
Teeth transformed into plenty of pointy incisors, crowding her mouth with her new wolfish and barely repressed grin. Enid began to pant to rid herself of some of her bundling heat, feeling a little too claustrophobic with the disgusting scent that trailed in her direction.
Damn Tyler. The stupid, stupid boy.
Enid didn't know what she would do as her shoulders expanded, tearing her blouse almost at the seams. Her shoulders rose and fell with each deep breath, her shadow on the wooden floor appearing menacing to even her.
Silence fell to her ears. Breaths became white noise to her ears, readily ignored. Only the stifling passion of her heart commanded Enid. Jealousy, no, envy, had consumed her. Engulfed her whole.
She herself was a slave to her own emotions. To nature.
The pillow briskly plummeted out of her palms, dropping gracefully to the floor. The plush was felt upon Enid's feet but she didn't dare lean over to pick it up. Enid could only look downwards to her quaking palms, shaking and riddled with god knows what.
She's sensitive. Too consumed to know where to begin. Not even Wednesday's scent could calm her down now. All she could do was stare.
Suddenly, as unexpected as it came, like the drop of a hat, something wet drizzled down Enid's leg. She was stunned at herself but her nose picked up the scent. Her eyes widened in realisation. It was pee, soaking into her tights and drenching the inside of her skirt.
This wasn't the right time to soil herself, if ever, yet clenching her muscles did nothing to stop the well.
More flowed out, almost like a faulty faucet, gushing out in droves. Enid was wetting herself like a damn fountain. Some droplets had found their way onto the pillow beneath her. Enid cringed at what she was doing but the smell that came back at her was a sign of relieve.
And that's when it hit her. Her biology.
Enid wasn't pissing because she was angry. She was doing such an act to mark her territory.
Her property.
Wednesday should have been hers, not Tyler's. Hers!
Enid Sinclair's!
That's how the world should have spun. Her bladder was now only rectifying that mistake in her werewolf form.
Piss!
Mark your territory!
Enid's inner voice spoke.
From there, all the brakes were off.
Enid found herself plundering the top of Wednesday's ironed out bedding, ripping out sheet after sheet and marking her territory on it. Dribbles of pee etched corners of everything, making Enid's scent well known in the room.
It certainly drowned out the putrid aroma of Tyler, replacing it with Enid's.
Soon, after her bladder had emptied itself and only a drop or two of her pee stained the last remaining pieces of her bedding, Enid fell to the floor in exhaustion. She hadn't timed herself, nor that she wanted to, but it was safe to say that she had been at this for quite a while.
Sweat had beaded up against her forehead, smearing itself in the twitches of her eyebrows. The scowl that was previously on Enid's face had washed away, become long gone to the pee that drenched the boy out. She was content with what she had done, marking Wednesday's things as her own.
So much so that she had failed to account for the door opening. It hadn't squeaked in quite some time, not after Enid had complained about her sensitive hearing.
"Enid? What the hell happened?" Wednesday's voice called out in complete shock.
Enid's grimaced. This wasn't her imagination speaking anymore, this was the real deal. Wednesday hadn't commented on the smell yet, had she perhaps noticed? Enid held that little fact to herself as she collected herself up from the floor, leaning on one hand with both her legs stretched out in front of her. The wetness was easily concealed by the colour of her skirt, the deep colour something Enid would wear on any occasion.
With her head up off the floor, Enid finally surveyed the extent of the room. It looked like an explosion, with sheets and some clothing everywhere around her, with Enid as the main culprit. She squinted a little, unable to recognise some items that she had dabbled her pee on top. Wow, Enid had really been in a trance when she had wolfed out.
Part of her felt guilty, though that was before she remembered Tyler.
A frown found itself on Enid's lips, deadpanning her answer.
"I peed everywhere."
Wednesday took a step backwards, almost wanting to run out of the room. It twinged Enid's heart in ways that she never wanted to know. Maybe this had been the wrong choice after all. Envy, as deep as the Pacific ocean, was a hell of a thing.
"Eww, why? You had a little trouble finding the bathroom?"
Enid shook her head. "No. I did this on purpose."
Wednesday was near appalled. "Why?"
"I had to mark what was mine." She said brazenly, almost screaming it out.
It was then that some sort of recognition flashed over Wednesday's eyes. Her hand rose from her side open face and stopped right in front of her lips. She was shocked with a hint of something more. Enid couldn't smell or tell what it was, but she knew it wasn't the trouble she was dreading.
"Mark? You mean..." Wednesday trailed off.
"Yeah. Territory and all that." Enid nodded her head. Wednesday was on the right track. "Mainly you."
A sigh fluttered between her lips, ready to reveal her crush after so long. It would only help the situation make more sense for a non werewolf. And Enid, with her heart racing in her chest and both her palms feeling clammy, knew this was the right call.
"See Wednesday," a stalling gulp found its way down Enid's throat, almost suffocating herself on the words at the tip of her tongue, "I like you."
Neither of them spoke after the confession. A minute passed, then another. Wednesday didn't reveal any sign of emotion in her face. Her palm still covered her lips. Enid felt anxious, a slave to time.
The silent stunned moment stretched further than three minutes as the impact of her words sliced the air like a guillotine. Enid felt herself drowning in her own mistakes. Maybe Wednesday didn't hear her?
She tried again, louder this time. Her hands clenched into fists, pushing her voice further in a near shout. This was the hardest thing Enid had done in her life.
"I like you Wednesday Addams!"
And then Wednesday responded with an, "oh."
Now that hurt!