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Wednesday stared through the window, watching everything inside the small cottage. Specifically—she watched the woman inside.
Wednesday hasn’t taken her eyes off the blonde for very long over the last month.
Wednesday felt like she couldn’t breathe when she couldn’t see Enid.
She recalled the first time she saw the blonde woman. Wednesday was standing in her kitchen, a steaming cup of black coffee in hand. She watched the darkened street of her neighborhood, surveying the empty dim street lamp-lit road. Everything seemed as per usual.
Until she saw movement.
At first, Wednesday couldn’t make out the runner's features, the figure half hidden in the shadows in between the lamps. She narrowed her eyes, slowly set down her coffee cup, and followed the unknown figure until they hit the patch of light.
The moment Wednesday saw the runner, something twisted in her chest. She gasped and clutched at the left side of her chest, eyes still glued to the…woman.
She looked approximately five foot three with bright blonde hair. Her hair was short by the size of her ponytail and a few loose strands framed the angler jawline. Her athletic form had defined muscles under lightly tan skin.
When the woman turned her head, looking over her shoulder at the empty steer, Wednesday caught a glimpse of her eyes. Bright color shone in the low light with ease.
Baby blue eyes.
The color literally stole the air from her lungs. Wednesday was averse to colors. She was allergic to color. It made her itchy and uncomfortable. But this time…this color—well, fuck. It just became her new favorite one.
Unbeknownst to the blonde woman, the universe tied a string around her neck and the other side to my wrist. This woman with baby blue eyes and Wednesday were tied together for the rest of their lives now.
This woman belongs to Wednesday.
Wednesday has spent the last four weeks watching, following, and studying everything the woman, Enid Sinclair—she learned her name on day two of watching—did in her day-to-day. She hardly slept, consumed with knowing everything about Enid, but once Wednesday knew the blonde’s schedule, she could begin her planning.
Wednesday had to figure out how to approach the other woman—how to seduce Enid to come to her. And Wednesday had never seduced another in her life.
Tonight was the night.
Earlier today, while Enid was at work—she’s a counselor for kids at a local camp—Wednesday slipped into her cottage and placed a dozen black roses on Enid’s bed with a letter. A letter introducing Wednesday—well sort of since Wednesday only signed her first initial—and to inform Enid of what was to come for the two of them.
Wednesday stood frozen as marble, eye level with the window to Enid’s bedroom, hidden in darkness. She wore her favorite combat boots, jeans, long sleeve shirt, hoodie, and leather gloves—and black and unadorned with anything identifying. Wednesday wore a black mask that covered the lower half of her face, from her nose down. The skin around her eyes was covered in black paint, to remove any other identifying features. Tonight her hair was tucked up into a beanie, hiding her signature braids.
Wednesday could hear Enid moving around in the living room, moving around the room with soft footsteps. As an Addams, some of Wednesday’s were sharper than the average human, like hearing, smell, sight, and agility. So Wednesday could hear where Enid moved around inside with ease.
She didn’t need to see the blonde to know she was getting ready for bed. Enid was moving around to turn things off; TV, fairy lights, and other various items the woman liked to have on at one time. Then she would make sure all the doors were locked before she’d finally tuck her phone in her pocket and head into her bedroom.
A moment later, Wednesday watched Enid enter her bedroom, and freeze in place. Blue eyes instantly locked onto the flowers on her bed. Wednesday held her breath and watched.
~l~
Enid stared down, unmoving, at the large bouquet on her bed. Flowers she’d never seen before and definitely hadn’t put in her bedroom herself.
“How…” Enid mumbled softly, trailing off as she finally moved and looked around the room.
Besides the flowers, not a thing was moved out of place or altered. Enid even sniffed the air, searching for traces of an intruder's scent, but found nothing. The room smelled like her and nothing else. Except for the floral fragrance wafting into the air from the bouquet.
Enid moved with cation, her wolf senses on high alert, toward the bundle on her bed. Up close, the roses looked even more beautiful. She’d never seen black roses like this. They were so dark you’d think they were fake until you touched their silky petals. The bundle looked custom-made, maybe even made by someone with a skilled hand. Black paper wrapped around the stems, protecting them, and a blood-red ribbon tied around to hold everything in place.
Enid scooped up the bouquet carefully, holding it up to her face to examine. But halfway to her face, she spotted the black envelope that must have been hidden underneath. Enid set down the flowers and picked up the letter, turning it over to see a literal wax seal holding the thing closed.
“Seriously?” Enid murmured, almost letting herself smile because like, who does that in 2024 besides Instagram stationary enthusiasts.
She traced a finger over the little black raven embossed in the wax. How peculiar. Even though Enid didn’t smell any poison or unknown substances inside the envelope, she knew she really shouldn’t open it.
But of course, curiosity overrides reason. Enid extended a claw, popped the seal open, and slowly tugged the letter free. She set the empty envelope on the bed before slowly unfolding the single piece of paper.
“Dear Enid—”
Enid looked away from the fine handwriting and let her head fall back, staring at the ceiling. This better be some sort of prank by Yoko or Bianca, Enid thought wearily, because if a stranger wrote this…Enid shivered at the thought. Unease settled in the pit of my stomach but she returned to the letter.
“Dear Enid— You don’t know me yet, but I’ve gotten to know you lately. You see, I noticed you a few weeks ago, and well…I haven’t been able to get you off my mind, Enid. Your beauty captures me like a trap I failed to avoid—a welcome defeat. You and I are bound in the eyes of fate. One day soon, I will make you mine, Enid Sinclair. —Until then my dear, W.”
Enid tossed the letter away from her and stepped away from the flowers and note. “Holy shit,” she cursed, trying not to panic. “This can't be real.”
Yoko! Enid has to call Yoko. Her best friend will tell her it's a joke. A really bad prank or something. She fumbled her phone out of her pocket and unlocked the device, pulling up her friend's contact and dialing.
Yoko picked up on the third ring. “Hey, Wolf. What’s up?”
“Yoko, I need you to be real with me right now,” Enid said seriously. “Who are the flowers from?”
“Huh?” The vampire quipped. “What flowers?”
“Just tell me it's a prank, Yoko,” pleaded Enid, voice cracking.
“Enid, honey, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Yoko said, voice gentle and soft. “Now tell me what’s going on so I can help?”
Enid’s voice felt thick with emotion as she quietly and quickly recounted the moment she found the flowers and the note. She read the letter to her best friend and then waited with bated breath to see what Yoko would say.
“First off—I would never allow someone or myself ever pull some sort of stunt like this with you. It’s fucking mean,” Yoko stated bluntly. “And second—Fuck this ‘W’ person. They are practically bragging about stalking—Oh shit...,” the vampire trailed off.
“What?”
“Enid. This sounds like a stalker. I think you might have a stalker following you,” Yoko said, sounding horrified.
Enid scanned the fine handwriting again and really focused on the wording. God dammit it. Yoko was right. What the fuck is happening right now?
“I think you’re right,” groaned Enid, closing her eyes. “I think I have a stalker.”
~l~
Wednesday grinned under her mask.
Enid knew the truth now. Wednesday saw the moment her eyes understood what was happening. She saw Enid's pupils dilate with fear, and something in Wednesday’s body hummed with satisfaction at the sight. The moment was delicious.
Wednesday listened to the conversation with that vampire friend of hers. The speaker is loud despite not being on speakerphone. So she heard Enid’s sharp intake of air when the vampire mentioned a stalker. That little breath filled Wednesday’s lungs with the air she’d been missing.
Wednesday wanted more. This letter approach is mostly a one-time thing. She’s had Enid’s phone number for weeks but she’d been saving it for when things were ready. From this moment on, Wednesday would text her and make Enid talk to her. She needed to seduce the woman before she could touch her.
“...call the police?”
Wednesday heard, tuning back in to hear Enid and the vampire speak. Was she threatening to call the police about this? Something about that possibility made Wednesday prickle with anger.
“No, no. Not yet at least,” Enid said, speaking fast.
“But Enid this is serious!” Scolded the vampire. Her tone right now made Wednesday want to reach into the phone speaker and throttle the undead woman. “What if this isn’t just a one-time thing?”
“I’m a werewolf, Yoko. I can handle myself. I’m much stronger than I look and you know it.”
Ah, that explains it. Wednesday knew Enid was supernatural but it was what type of outcast that she’d been unable to pinpoint. She’d originally thought werewolf, but when the blonde hadn’t transformed on the last full moon, she’d sort of set the idea to the side. Turns out Wednesday had been right after all.
But this also told Wednesday that Enid couldn’t transform like the others. She wasn’t even sure if the other woman felt the moon's call on full moon nights. Enid had some werewolf abilities though. She had retractable fangs and nails, and it's likely she actually is stronger than she appears.
Wednesday will have to be careful when they first meet. She was the hunter and Enid was the prize she aimed for right now. Wednesday will make sure Enid won’t want to attack her when they finally meet.
Though a fight with the werewolf would be…Wednesday shivered thinking about it. She’d cherish a fight between the two of them should it happen. It would easily become one of her favorite memories. And after their fight, bleeding and out of breath, Wednesday would pin the other woman against the wall and fuck the blonde until she cried out in ecstasy.
“Listen, I’m not going to call the police yet. If things continue or escalate, I’ll consider it.”
“At least keep me updated if something happens. And if you don’t call when you should, I’ll make the call for you,” the vampire declared.
Wednesday sneered and narrowed her eyes at the device in Enid’s hand. She hasn’t seen Enid with the vampire woman so she must live out of state. Good. It was the only thing saving her undead life at the moment.
“Divina just got home, and we’re supposed to head over to my parents for dinner in a little bit. If you need me to cancel though, I will. We can stay on the phone all night if you want.”
“No, no. I’m fine. I doubt this will turn into a thing anyway,” Enid said. “You have a nice dinner with Divina and the family. Tell your girlfriend I said hi.”
“I will, but Enid…can I tell her what you told me?”
“Sure. But no one else. Okay, I’m gonna go now. Bye, Yoko.”
Wednesday watched the werewolf cradle the phone to her chest, eyes scanning the room. She wished she could hear what the wolf was thinking, but sadly, she didn’t have that ability.
Enid paused in her scanning, ears twitching slightly. Wednesday froze, slowing her breathing and heartbeat as much as possible. Surely Enid couldn’t be aware of her presence here.
Except…
Wednesday side-stepped away from the window when baby blue eyes locked onto the window. If she’d moved any slower, Enid would have seen her standing there. It was too soon for her to be seen.
Wednesday didn’t stick around. She could hear Enid moving toward the window behind her now, and the seer didn’t want to chance the other woman coming outside to look. So Wednesday slinked away, keeping to the shadows until she reached her black SUV parked a couple blocks away.
She quietly unlocked the vehicle and slipped into the driver's seat. Inside the silence of the interior of the SUV, Wednesday let her breathing return to normal and she leaned back into the plush leather seat.
“There is no possible way she could have heard me,” Wednesday stated out loud. She shook her head and started the car, shifting into drive and pulling away from the empty side street. “There’s no way,” she mumbled to herself, lost in thought all the way home.
~l~
The next morning, Enid felt like complete shit. She barely got any sleep last night, too creeped out from the letter and flowers. Every time she dozed, images of a large man dressed in black hovered over her, threatening me if I didn’t do what he wanted. And each time Enid shot out of bed, gasping for air.
Enid wanted a large coffee with lots of cream and sugar and a big plate full of bacon and eggs. She’d have to settle for coffee though, since she had no time to make breakfast. She was running late for work as is.
Twenty minutes later, Enid strolled into the camp's main office, sipping on her iced coffee. And she was only two minutes late. Richard won’t hassle her for two minutes.
“You’re late,” a man said. Enid looked at the front desk and found the man in question staring at her. “Why are you late?”
“Good morning, Richard,” Enid said, trying to sound chipper. “I am so sorry about that. Won’t happen again,” she said, skipping the reason why.
The dark-haired man raised one busy brow and folded his arms over his chest. “Enid, you know how I feel about tardiness,” Richard began.
“I know, Richard. Trust me,” she jumped in to stop his rant. “I promise it's a fluke and won’t happen again.” Enid needed this job, and as shitting as her manager was, the money was good, and she needed the money.
Muddy green eyes scanned me from head to toe, and his demeanor shifted from angry to slightly leering. “It better not, Enid…or we’ll have to…reevaluate your position here,” his emphasis on ‘reevaluate’ told the werewolf everything she needed to know about what the man was hinting at.
Enid kept her face perfectly pleasant and nodded. “Understood, Boss.” She hurried out of the front room to where she could tuck away her bag for the day. When she was safely out of view of the man, Enid grimaced in disgust. That man is foul.
With her bag stowed away, Enid headed to the small cabin that housed the counselor's offices. She worked with a brunette woman named Katie and a tall black man named Trenton. The pair were nice enough, but Enid wasn’t particularly close to either of them. Enid would chat casually in between appointments with the kids with them if she was bored enough, but they never met outside of work.
Enid slipped into her desk chair and pulled out her phone to silence it for her shift.
A text from an unknown number stared back at her.
Her skin broke out in chill bumps as she stared down at the waiting message. Enid didn’t know if she could handle any more surprises right now. She debated on deleting it without reading it or opening it to see what it contained.
Enid looked around the room. She was still the only one here. She should check it out and see what it says…right?
Unknown Number: Did you enjoy my gift, Enid?
She grimaced and quickly turned the device off.
Shit…Enid is going to think about that message all day.
~l~
Wednesday put down the binoculars and growled in irritation. Enid ignored her message and turned off her phone. The wolf would pay for that.
Wednesday threw the SUV into drive and peeled away from the camp. She headed for Enid’s home. If the blonde woman was going to ignore her, Wednesday was going to invade her space in her home.
She slipped inside with ease. She left the lights off, using whatever light creeping inside to see by. Wednesday began moving the woman’s things ever so slightly. Just enough to look wrong to someone paying attention.
Enid’s shift was coming to an end so Wednesday slipped out of the cottage. She would come back in a couple of hours to watch the wolf take notice of the changes.
Back home, Wednesday watched the camera aimed at the outside of Enid’s home. She saw the moment the blonde woman returned home and slipped inside.
Wednesday frowned and leaned in toward the monitor, rewinding a few seconds to examine Enid’s posture. The wolf stood slumped over like she was trying to hide away from the outside world.
Oh, that simply won't do. She’d wanted to taunt the other woman when she returned home but it was cruel to mess with her while she was down. Enid must have had a terrible day at her place of employment. But there was nothing Wednesday could do to stop what was to happen.
Wednesday couldn’t just barge in and fix everything. It was too soon to be seen. Too soon to meet.
Wednesday moved away from the monitor and to her bedroom to slip into fresh clothes for the evening. She wanted to be there to watch what Enid did. Would she cry or would she get angry at me?
As soon as the sun sat low enough that shadows crept in to cover the earth, Wednesday made her way to Enid’s backyard. She would need to install cameras inside Enid’s home soon. That way she could keep an eye on her from home when she needed to take a break from her nighttime stalking.
She made a mental note while hopping the tall wooden fence from the empty lot next door. Enid’s yard was big, with two large trees that fanned out above, providing perfect coverage for the seer to blend into.
Wednesday stood nearby, hidden in the shadows against the house, and watched the wolf through the dusty glass. Enid sat down on her couch, head tossed back, eyes closed. She was breathing evenly, zonked out, letting out tiny snores.
Wow. She must have had a really hard day if she was this tired after work. Wednesday had seen her come home a few times completely worn out but there hadn’t been one of those days in some time. She’d thought things were improving over there for the wolf. Has something changed?
Without thinking, Wednesday moved away from the window and rounded the side of the house until she reached the locked back door. This little lock was nothing for her. Wednesday pulled a small lock-picking kit from her pocket and quickly unlocked the back door deadbolt. The lock on the doorknob was even easier to unlock.
She tucked the kit back into her pocket before pushing the door open. The hinges were freshly oiled just for this, not making a sound as the door swung inward. Wednesday stepped into the house and silently closed the door behind her.
Wednesday just needed a moment…a moment to care for her wolf without spooking the other woman. She needed to ease her tension at this moment, not add to it. Enid wasn’t ready to meet her yet.
With near-silent footsteps, Wednesday padded through the cottage, scooping up a blanket to cover Enid. When she neared Enid’s sleeping form, she made sure to step carefully. She gently and slowly laid the blanket over the sleeping wolf and then ducked when the woman shifted.
Enid groaned in her sleep, wiggling a little. But she didn’t wake up. So Wednesday continued. She bent down and untied the laces to the sneakers Enid had forgotten to remove before sitting down. Gently gripping the woman's ankles, she eased the shoes off one by one and then pulled the blanket over pink and lime green socks.
Enid never stirred and held the blanket close to her body in her sleep. The view was endearing to Wednesday. She took mental pictures of this slumbering woman, filing them away for later. One day she’d get to wake up to Enid in the morning, having carried the taller woman to bed the night before.
One day.
For now, Wednesday will have to settle for this. While the wolf slept, she crept around the room to fix a few of the items she moved earlier today. She wouldn’t be able to fix everything, but—she didn’t have enough time—she could take a few minutes to try.
Learning of Enid's werewolf status, Wednesday has taken to learning everything she can about the creature.
So she knew she was pushing it by lingering. Even in sleep, a werewolf's sense of smell is strong, and Enid could wake up any moment and catch her.
The mere idea was thrilling.
If Enid woke up while Wednesday stood in her living room wearing a mask and dressed head to toe in black, they would likely wind up in a fight. She had Enid pinned as the fighting type. Something about the blonde wolf told Wednesday she would fight back.
Wednesday loved a good fight. It gave her a chance to use her knives, and the seer was quite fond of her blades.
Before she could get lost in the idea of fighting Enid, Wednesday shook herself free of those thoughts.
Time to go.
Wednesday had cameras to acquire and prepare for installation tomorrow.
~l~
When Enid woke up, the living room was dark except for the small light above the stove. It was barely bright enough to light the kitchen, but it was enough to help Enid's enhanced vision.
Something…something felt off.
Enid scanned the space around her. Everything looked fine. She listened for any unusual sounds around her place, but nothing.
She pushed the blanket off her body and stretched, extending her arms over her head and popping her back in the process. Ah, that felt good. With a soft grunt, Enid pushed up from the couch and shuffled over to her kitchen for a glass of water. She was about halfway through filling her cup when she froze.
Enid looked at the rumpled couch. How on earth had her blanket gotten out here? Enid tried to recall the moments after she got home, but all she could remember was sitting down and passing out. She hadn’t even kicked off her shoes…
Enid looked down and wiggled her toes, shoes noticeably missing now. Maybe she just kicked them off while she was asleep. She glanced around the bottom of the couch, looking for the sneakers, but…she didn’t see them.
“Where…?” She mumbled, setting the forgotten drink and eased out of the kitchen.
By the front door, placed neatly side by side, were her shoes. The shoes she hadn't taken off when she came home.
So how had they gotten over there?
Enid sniffed the air again and, for the first time, noticed the smell of ink and earth and something dark. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, examining the foreign smells.
The smell of rich ink was the most prominent. It reminded Enid of long-forgotten books. Ancient books full of old languages and lost knowledge.
Somehow the smell…was comforting to Enid.
Which was wild because clearly Enid should be freaking out right now. Everything—the blanket, the shoes, the lights, and the smells told Enid her stalker had been inside her home.
Inside her home while she lay asleep and unaware. Her stalker had taken her shoes off, placed them where they belonged, and then covered her with her favorite blanket.
A shiver went down Enid's spine.
Enid should be scared—don’t misunderstand, she is frightened—but she felt…oddly cared for.
Instead of running and screaming from her home like any sane person would…or well, as most humans would, Enid returned to her kitchen. She picked up her forgotten cup and downed the whole glass of water, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Who…” Enid said, speaking into the empty room, “Are you, ‘W’?”
Later that morning, after two hours of restless sleep, Enid slipped outside into the cool air, eyeing the sunrise in the distance. She locked her cottage up and turned away when a thought occurred to her. Enid sighed and rolled her eyes. Her stalker got past her locks without making a sound. She should look into getting new locks.
Enid shoved her keys into her pocket and shook off the night, stretching and flexing her limbs. A nice long run would help her get prepared for the day. It would ease the restless energy churning around inside her, and maybe she’d still get to enjoy her one day off. This whole stalker thing was brewing up a mix of emotions and feelings Enid had never encountered before.
Maybe if she ran hard enough, Enid could make her mind go blank.