Month 2
“My little Stormcloud, are you trembling in absolute fury for this evening's events?” Wednesday looked over at her father, a glare piercing his skull, followed by a throwing knife. Morticia of course caught the knife flicking her fingers so that it travelled back in the direction from which it came.
“I do not understand why I am being forced to participate in such an event, my coming of age has already been celebrated.” Morticia smiled,
“We know that little Viper but you have found the woman that will drive you absolutely mad, and that is an absolutely terrible reason to celebrate.” Two swords fell from the ceiling embedding themselves in the arms of Morticia’s chair,
“Thank you House, and don’t think I’ve forgiven you yet, Thing, I am still planning your demise for telling them about Enid.” Gomez let out a small chuckle,
“We are all very unhappy for you Wednesday, and we are sure the family are too.” Wednesday didn’t respond to his words, her glare piercing Thing’s palm, the appendage shaking in fear slightly.
“Quite, now if you’ll excuse me, I shall retire to my room, to prepare for this evening.”
“Oh my God why won’t you just leave me alone, I don’t need a mate Mom, I’ve only just shifted.” Esther glared at Enid as she stormed away,
“Which means you can finally be normal, and you will meet with the O’Connors Sons tomorrow, if I have to drag your furry behind there myself.” Endi slammed her door, her back leaning against the wood as she let out an angry scream.
It had been two months since her return home from Nevermore two months in which she had shifted twice, with her family and the rest of the pack two months of pack deliberation deciding whether or not she would be deemed good enough to join officially, and now that the Alpha had settled on his decision her mother was forcing werewolf matches on her every three seconds. And it was only worse now that her and Ajax split up - that was her fault, she couldn’t deal with the fear in his eyes whenever she got close, now that she had finally wolfed out.
She was finally normal which meant that as a girl she would be forced into a match as quickly as achievable, forced into a swift engagement, and married at 18.
It was a serious attack on feminism.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket, her typical ringtone filling the silence of her room, it was Yoko. She answered the call launching into an rant as she threw herself on the bed, “Yoko you won’t believe this, my mother is trying to set me up with these λυκάνθρωποι ηλίθιοι, and she's forcing me to meet with them tomorrow, like what does she think she’s playing at, that- Αυτή η απόλυτη σκύλα.”
The vampire let out a small giggle, in the days she and Enid were roommates and the years that they’d been friends she’d become accustomed to Enid’s quick changes between English and Greek, especially when swearing it was often the only way she could swear while at home considering Esther didn’t speak Greek herself.
“Enid girl, calm down, it’s not like you have to marry them on the spot,-”
Wednesday felt a cold chill run down her spine, as if someone had just walked over her grave, it should have been a delectable feeling and yet she couldn’t enjoy it, it was as if something was stopping the tingling that led to its enjoyment.
What the hell is going on with her.
Her mother had lurch, deliver her outfit, one that she herself had picked for Wednesday to wear for the evening, and after close inspection she came to the conclusion that it had been procured from her fathers wardrobe, and tailored to her own measurements.
A rich velvet blood red jacket, and waistcoat, black dress pants, white shirt, and red velvet ascot, she was sure that she’d seen her father wearing this exact suit at prior Addams Family events. Why her mother insisted that she wear it she was unsure, but her mother always possessed ulterior motives.
“So Wednesday your mother tells us you’ve found your cursed? And that she’s a Werewolf no less, how awful.” Wednesday nodded shortly, she had no intentions of entertaining such claims nor clarifying any feelings that she might have toward her colourful wolf.
She had to fight the urge to correct Cousin Agatha, it wasn’t awful, it was never awful with Enid, but that wasn’t something she could admit yet.
“Indeed, where’s your better half?”
Agatha’s eyes flickered over to Rio, that softness that adoration, she wondered if she had that same look when she saw Enid, she had learnt from infancy how to school her features to refuse to allow anyone to see the emotions that crossed them. But she had more than once fallen victim to the bulldozer that was Enid St Claire and her warped sense of feelings.
She ignored anything that was said further walking away without notice, fearing that should anymore words be exchanged that she would find herself confessing everything, it was that look, the look of love.
A look that when shared between her parents might ultimately end in her untimely expiration, or perhaps that was simply her feelings toward it before Enid, she looked over at the pair, both wrapped around one another as they usually were, no, still nauseating.
The O’Connor Brothers were all as awful as each other, the eldest of the three Charlie, has an air of self-importance perpetuated by this desire to be the alpha, the middle Connor seemed disgruntled by the fact that he is in fact the middle child and his toxic masculinity infests the space and nearly makes Enid recoil at the smell, the youngest Mark is probably the worst, he’s Enid's age but possess a superiority complex, likely due to the fact that it took her so long to shift, and he according to his self perpetuating introduction had been shifting since he was 10.
She hated them all.
Charlie was first, he sat down in front of her and Enid refused to look at him, her gaze on the orange juice that sat on the table in front of her, they were meeting on pack land, a collection of houses that belonged and were inhabited by members of the San Fransisco Pack, thankfully they weren’t in the O’Connor House, Enid doesn't know if she’d make it past the front door with the sheer amount of pheromones that the three gave off simply by breathing.
No, they were in the communal house, with only a table separating them, “So you finally shifted.”
Enid nodded slowly, “Yeah during the blood moon, I fought the Hyde.”
Charlie clenched his jaw, shifting on a blood moon was something only certain werewolves could achieve, and the only person to ever do it in their own pack was the Alpha Lance, the fact she had done it on her first shift, well it meant in his misogynistic brain that she was stronger than him.
“Is that how you got those ugly scars?” Enid reached toward her face, the scars were fading slowly, but it had been two months and they were still noticeable, she nodded silently.
That was it, the extent of their conversation as Enid ignored him despite his attempts, as she took to her phone texting Yoko.
Connor was next, and if Charlie was bad then Connor was worse, he walked with an air of arrogance, and his questions were less like questions and more like demands. Enid couldn’t stop herself thinking about what would happen if Wednesday was there, would she have stabbed him by now? Or tortured him?
Mark was interesting, but what was most interesting was the face he made when Wednesday was mentioned, “Wait Wednesday? Like Wednesday Addams?” Enid nodded and she watched confused as Mark flew out of the room shouting.
“She belongs to an Addams, why the hell weren’t we told?” Enid didn’t know or care about what they were talking about until she heard her mothers shrill voice,
“She doesn’t belong to that family, they’re not even werewolves!” Her cousin Kate drew closer sniffing around Enid, her nose wrinkling slightly,
“Ah, that makes sense.” Enid’s eyes widened as she looked at Kate,
“What makes sense? What’s going on Kate?” The wolf shrugged,
“Why they, were trying to scent the room, we could smell it from the other side of the property, you reek of Addams, and they were trying to change that, but well Addams are a special kind of outcast and even after all three of them all trying you still smell like it.”
The real question was how could she still smell like Wednesday, they’d not seen one another in over two months now, and all clothes that could have her scent lingering on them had been washed, so how?
“Wait, how bad is it?” Kate shrugged,
“It smells like you’ve been rolling around in her clothes and are wearing some yourself, it’s weird actually,”
Wednesday shivered her muscles tensing as she made her way to the library, she froze glancing at her surroundings. Why was she suddenly on edge? What had induced such a pleasant feeling? Anger surged through her and she found herself against her own wishes reaching for the mobile phone that Xavier had given her.
No, she refused to conform in becoming a slave to technology.
But that feeling didn’t leave her, if anything it became worse the seering anger embedding itself in her chest, she paced the length of the library but drew no closer to a conclusion,
So the question lingered, what had induced such blind and bitter fury, not that she was complaining but she would like to know the root of such displeasure.
Translations:
λυκάνθρωποι ηλίθιοι
Means: Werewolf Idiots
Αυτή η απόλυτη σκύλα
Means: This Absolute Bitch