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~Enid Sinclair~
As she woke up, she had a profoundly disturbing realization. Well, several really, but one clearly stood out amongst all of them. The fact that she was somewhat used to what she was experiencing right now.
Oh, not this exact situation. That was a first for her, somewhat surprisingly. No, the telling part was that at the start of the year, she would have been sobbing and begging if she was put in the same situation.
Her relative calmness made her re-evaluate some things she supposedly knew about herself... 'The influence Wednesday has on my life is even bigger than I thought and for some reason, I don't mind it.'
She wasn't actually all that shocked that she couldn't move or see and that was a good indicator that she'd changed. If her changes were for the better or for worse, she had no idea but she firmly believed that change as a whole was rarely a bad thing.
'Yay me, I guess?' She mused as she tried to wiggle a bit without being too obvious about it. Obviously, she didn't make much headway. From what she could tell, she was tightly bound. Expertly so.
She was lying on her side, in a position that was luckily (or intentionally) quite comfortable. Altogether, she felt rather good except for the whole 'Can't Move an Inch' thing.
Which, to be honest, would still be kinda unnerving usually. Even a bit scary, maybe. Nah, it would be gut-wrenchingly terrifying if it wasn't for one single thing. A completely game changing detail.
Surrounding her was Wednesday's scent. Why she did it, Enid had no idea but her kidnapper was her roommate slash bestie. The gothest of goths. The girl throwing around death threats as if they were on sale.
She took a deep breath before attempting her best deadpan in the direction from where the freshest scent was coming from.
"I think I've gotten used to you and your antics. Your morbidity has grown on me over the last year and I only faint about half the time now when you show me pictures... With that said, and please excuse me for my language but... Wednesday… What. The. Fuck?"
A velvet chuckle that caressed her ears and vibrated through her body.
She wouldn't have heard it so intensely usually, but her sight was taken and her Wolf was agitated even if she wasn't. It was trying hard to compensate, intensifying her usable senses as much as it could.
"You are not excused and your punishment is pending. Until I've chosen a fittingly gruesome one, you may quake in your far too colourful boots and contemplate the meaning of your existence. Which… is a rather fitting transition to the next topic, I suppose."
She sounded thoughtful.
"You committed a grave mistake, Enid. You didn't back away when you still could. You see, I am a creature of habit and an Addams. Usually, that combination isn't quite as volatile as other traits in our family..."
The twin braided girl began to explain with a rather ominous undercurrent in her even voice, alarming Enid just a bit when she felt her cold, calloused hand softly caress the top of her head.
"You managed something only few can claim to have survived any meaningful amount of time. You wormed yourself into my life."
Her voice was growing more intense without increasing in volume. A skill she honed to perfection.
"You weren't deterred by the many warnings you received and made a disgustingly pink nest for yourself. And then you simply refused to leave. You… brazenly stayed."
The gentle hand grabbed her by the hair, suddenly a whole lot less gentle than just a moment before. It didn't hurt quite yet, but her grip was firm and it demanded attention.
"You challenged my sensibilities time and time again and against all odds, I found myself reluctantly accepting your presence in my life. I would even go as far as saying that I learned to appreciate the contrast between us."
Despite the precarious situation she was in, her heart bloomed. This was more acknowledgement than she ever received even from her own family and it made her almost deliriously happy.
Was she pathetic for speed running Stockholm syndrome? Probably. Did she care? Hell no. She was a sucker for meaningful praise and she'd go quite far to receive it. A small abduction was nothing in comparison.
Also, this was Wednesday. From her mouth, any kind of affirmation was as rare as striking gold in your own backyard. A clearly positive one like this? A memory for the ages, to be treasured forever.
"And then you went and said you'd have to go home for the break. To stay away from me for the entirety of these horribly bright holidays. Unacceptable... Intolerable!"
Her voice quietened before it abruptly exploded in volume. She almost shouted that last word into her face, leaving Enid shocked and a bit regretful. She would have liked to see her facial expression at this moment...
"You decided to occupy a spot, a corner, a whole fraction of my life. You tainted my perfectly monochrome world with your abhorrently bright colours..."
She felt the grip loosen when her hand wandered downwards, caressing her face until she tightly gripped her jaw. Her head was forcefully turned and she felt Wednesday's soft, calm breath wash over her skin.
She shuddered from the sensation. Not out of fear. Never out of fear when it came to her dark and dangerous roomie. No, the shudder was born from excitement.
Rarely did Wednesday let her get this close and this time she even initiated! She touched her! Physically and without barriers! Of course, she'd drink in any contact, even while rolled up like a burrito on the way to an undisclosed location.
"You, my dreadful wolf, have to take responsibility for your actions. You do not get to leave now. You decided to crash into my life like a living, breathing Trainwreck. Now you get to stay... forevermore."
She breathed that last word directly into her ear. 'Yes, please...' The words were on the tip of her tongue before she managed to swallow them down, unheard.
Bound like this in front of Wednesday, she learned some questionable things about herself... Instead of mindlessly blurting out the first thing that shot through her head, she calmed herself.
It would be quite pathetic and she needed to do some soul-searching before she committed to that role. She asked a question that was motivated and emboldened by the monologue that screamed possessive gf instead.
"And... you couldn't have simply asked?"
Wednesday scoffed and let go of her jaw, much to her everlasting regret. 'So many things to be learned...' She thought idly while waiting for the answer to her totally valid question.
"Where would the fun be in that? Do you seriously think I'd let go of this perfect opportunity for an abduction?"
She asked a rhetorical question because everyone who knew her for more than an hour knew the answer to that one. It didn't even matter on which end of the equation she was.
"And besides... I would be a poor huntress if I gave my prey the chance to refuse."
She offhandedly added and Enid's eyes narrowed behind the (surprisingly comfortable) sash that took her vision away from her.
There were few insults for a werewolf that were worse than being called 'prey'. A fact that was very well known by Wednesday. She growled inadvertently and her bestie's breath hitched.
She was expecting her to react. She was anticipating it. She wanted Enid to rip free from her constraints and show her what she thought of her poor choice of words.
But... she wouldn't do that. That would be playing to her tune. Something she usually wouldn't have a problem with. It was just... Letting Wednesday win wasn't healthy for anyone.
She needed some adversity. A bit of a challenge from time to time. And... Enid wasn't a doormat. She wouldn't just roll over for the gorgeous goth… At least not immediately. She had her own pride, even if it was a bit tarnished right now.
So the best way to react to her mind games was... Her whole body relaxed. She leaned into her restraints, once again wondering why they were so fucking comfortable, before sighing happily.
Despite being unable to see, she could clearly envision the short moment of bafflement before her annoyance expressed itself with a little twitch of her right eyebrow and a slight tightening of the muscles in her jaw.
Enid learned a language over the year and its name was Wednesday. She observed and obsessed over her mannerisms far more than was healthy by any metric of the word. She was admittedly creepy.
A fact she only really noticed when she realised that not only had she memorised each micro expression Wednesday showed in her presence, which were surprisingly quite a few.
No, she also seared any and all combinations of scents she exuded depending on her emotions into her sapphic one-track mind.
Werewolves with a gifted nose could smell emotions. That part wasn't a secret. What most people didn't know was that not everyone's emotions smelled the same.
There were distinct differences in intensity and sometimes even entirely new nuances to the emotions of individuals. And she mapped all of them and their combinations for Wednesday.
Well... almost. For some, she simply didn't have a reference but even those she couldn't identify were safely secured in her mind, ready to be labeled as soon as she gathered the information.
So yeah, she knew her. She studied her. She obsessed over her to the point of no return. She was a certified Wednesday expert so she knew that despite everything, the girl would never hurt her intentionally.
Incapacitate her? Absolutely. Drug her up to the gills to steal her away from the world with nothing but her unicorn pajamas on her body? Apparently so. But to cause her serious harm? Nuh-uh.
That was the main reason why she was so calm despite the situation. It was also why there was a secret little smile on her lips when the silent huff passed Wednesday's lips.
She was irked and Enid reveled in it. It was rare enough that she got one over her and to manage it in the position she was in right now? It felt great. Wednesday on the other hand was frustrated, but she reluctantly respected her move.
"Well played, mutt."
She finally admitted before she quickly and efficiently removed the ropes from her body. Enid sat up and removed the sash from her eyes herself, allowing her to witness her surroundings for the first time.
Curiously, she looked around. She was in a moving car. The rather spacious backseat of one to be precise. It was a vintage piece, likely the same one she'd seen the Addams Family arrive in several times already.
Across from her sat her kidnapper in all her dark glory, gifting her with the hint of a smirk. She rubbed her wrists lightly and glanced at the ropes that bound them just a minute ago.
"Are those silk ropes? They felt soft and kinda comfy."
Her curious question was afforded a slow nod for an answer, paired with an unsettling gleam in the dark beauty's eyes that quickly disappeared. No need to worry. Probably. Maybe...
"Yes. I opted for these since I wanted you immobilized but not suffering any discomfort. Judging from your words, it seems I succeeded."
She idly commented as if talking about the weather and not about the fact that she just kidnapped her roomie. She sent a half-lidded look her way that made her subtle smirk just a bit more pronounced.
"I would have said yes..."
She finally told her emphatically with crossed arms, making the dark beauty blink. A feat in and of itself. She continued.
"I'm sorry if I'm reading too much into it but I don't think this is just your everyday abduction, is it? You witnessed the conversation between me and my mom."
She knew she did but it took her until now to connect the dots. She smelled her scent later on and there was a hint of distress in it. She suspected that was the reason why she was a bit distant over the past week or so but she hadn't anticipated such a drastic turn of events.
"You listened to her musings of pulling me out of Nevermore and trying to hook me up with the son of some elder from our Pack now that I've wolfed out. I would've rather fled the country and changed my name to Anna Marie Schneider than doing that by the way."
Her dry delivery drew a puzzled gaze from the ornery goth. One she answered with a grin.
"You know, I think I've been pretty open with it since I've found out but maybe I'll have to be a bit more blunt here. I don't like boys that way. I am gay."
She watched in trepidation as things clicked for the intense mini goth. The moment of realisation was sweet, especially since she could actually see it in her eyes and smell it from her. The sharp tang of relief.
Which in turn set off that very same emotion in her own heart. It seemed she hadn't misunderstood the signals... Still, she wouldn't hurry. Slow and steady won the race.
She knew that Wednesday was closed off and repressed. Scaring her off by going too fast was the last thing she wanted. Hinting at the fact that she knew wouldn't hurt though.
"I didn't read too much into that monologue then. Thank god... Or the devil, or whoever you guys pray to. I mean what I said earlier. If you asked me to run away with you, I would have."
She told her honestly and crossed her arms with a slight pout. Honestly... There was no need to drug her, throw her in the backseat of a car, and drive off into the sunset with her unconscious ass.
"My... Apologies, then. Though I likely would have at least proposed a similar setting even if I knew. We could have made a game out of it... I would have hunted you down, doing my best to keep it non-lethal, while you would have tried and failed to escape my clutches."
She sounded as close to regretful as she'd ever heard of her. Enid couldn't help herself. She snorted before smirking at her.
"Yeah, that's your brand of romance right there. I totally would have won by the way."
She laughed and saw Wednesday's lips twitch upwards for a moment. Another win for today.
"I would have cautioned you about buying into your own delusions but they might be the only chance you'll ever have of winning so don't let me keep you. Indulge to your heart's content."
She did the mature thing and stretched out her tongue at her before shaking her head and leaning forward to open the fridge that was installed into the clearly ancient luxury car.
If this was happening anyways, she might as well enjoy it all the way. As soon as she laid her eyes on the contents of the fridge, she froze. Pun intended.
Inside, there were several of her favourites waiting for her. Beverages as well as snacks, sweet as well as savoury. Everything was neatly stacked and ready for consumption.
Something in her chest softened immeasurably. All of this was prepared for her. If she wasn't already heads over heels into her...
She slowly turned her head to glance at Wednesday with amusement and affection in her eyes, counting another win when she slightly avoided the look with the slightest dusting of pink on her cheeks.
After grabbing a bag of soft gum candies she craved for a while but never had the chance to get and a Pink Dream Soda, she relaxed into her seat completely and continued staring unabashedly at the beauty across from her while enjoying her treat.
She expected to be dreading her arrival at home by now. Thinking she might have made her mother happy by wolfing out was naive but she couldn't help it. She craved parental approval...
The woman only tangentially paid attention to her feat though, instead almost immediately beginning to talk about how she could now finally start negotiations about who she'd take as a mate...
Holidays would have been pure horror. But that didn't come to pass. Instead she found herself calm and happy. Abducted as well but that wasn't really a deal-breaker if one pined for Wednesday Addams.
More like... Some mild flirting really now that she thought about it. And her favourite goth initiated! Her battered ego was thoroughly healed by that fact.
She couldn't help but wonder what she used to conk her out though… Werewolves were naturally resistant against most sedatives but that wasn't something to stop an Addams as she realised quickly.
Consequently, she learned the smells of all the drugs she habitually used by necessity and she made sure to check everything she consumed at least twice.
More than once, she woke up confused and upset at odd times without remembering ever going to sleep before she understood the need for those actions. Wednesday expressed herself in... peculiar ways. She didn't dislike it though…
Silence stretched as Wednesday was lost in her own head. She didn't mind. She liked (loved) that cute little frown of concentration, the crossed arms, and the tense but immaculate posture.
The (her) pocket goth was adorable... Dangerous words to think and suicidal ones to speak. There would come a time where she'd risk it all and say them out loud, but that wasn't today.
Instead, she hummed a silent tune and smirked to herself when Wednesday's ears twitched. She was playing with fire, she knew. Especially when she threw a scathing glare in her direction.
She couldn't help it though. Those bouts of murderous rage were just too cute to witness. She didn't lose her composure this time, only huffing morosely instead.
"How lamentable it is to be confined with someone who has the musical taste of a sea cucumber."
She calmly stated before sipping from the cup she prepared for herself. There was a rather strong almond smell coming from it, hinting at the involvement of cyanide this time.
"Do sea cucumbers even have a musical taste?..."
She asked unsure, walking right into her next line.
"Exactly my point. For a Lycan, you are exceptionally tone-deaf."
She rolled her eyes, smiling at the familiar banter.
"Excuse me for not considering the funeral waltz suitable travel music."
She raised her perfect eyebrow.
"You are excused. Your poor taste is a product of your environment. Do not worry overly much. I will have you trained and house-broken in no time."
A laugh escaped her.
"You are so full of it, Wednesday... Are you sure it's not me who's gonna train you? Maybe I'll manage to turn you into a tech savvy rainbow by the end of the break?"
She scoffed derisively.
"I do know how to operate a mobile phone. I just rarely find myself in a position of needing to. I stand by my opinions in regard to them and most other modern amenities."
'She outright ignored the rainbow part...' Enid thought amusedly. The talk about mobile phones reminded her... She pulled out her phone and quickly found herself wondering.
Why wasn't there an unholy number of angry messages from her mom on it? Interpreting her confusion correctly, Wednesday explained.
"I employed your parasite, the one named Yoko, to steal and unlock your mobile phone for a few nights. I then emulated your 'texting style' and told your family that you would spend the break with a friend. It took some convincing but they eventually agreed."
Knowing what to search for, she quickly sniffed out the exchanged messages and read through them. Once she was done, her wide eyes slowly rose to meet Wednesday's smug ones.
"Not gonna lie, that's scarier than anything I've seen you do. I almost thought I'd written those myself and forgot about them... If I didn't trust you with my life, I'd be terrified by now..."
She meant it too. Wednesday perfectly imitated her. Even her usual typos and her choice of emojis was on point. Deep in thought, she put her phone away and continued to snack in silence.
It seemed she wasn't the only one who studied a language this year. She... was kinda flattered. How many people knew her well enough to imitate her like this?
'At least one...' She mused and felt her cheeks heat up from the blood rushing into them. She stole another glance at the picturesque beauty who was watching the trees race by and sighed happily.
'These holidays are already the best of my life. I can die happily now.' If only she wasn't wearing pajamas while Wednesday was looking dapper in her school uniform... 'Oh well, at least it's a cute one.'