Spell It Out

Primal Desire

 "This spell will show the truest, most primal desires of a werewolf", Enid read. She whipped to face Wednesday, face horrified at the idea. "Wednesday... this book that you're getting your experiment from seems sketchy." The book in question was leatherbound, old, and thick with pages that smelled musty from ages of existence.

Without batting an eye, Wednesday replies, "What's the fun of an experiment where you know the result will be safe?" Part of Wednesday was simply curious. The other part of her liked watching Enid squirm. Although they were now friends, Wednesday still delighted in the uncomfortable.

Noting her friend's discomfort, Wednesday slowly weighs the pros and cons of doing this experiment. After all, this book was one that Enid had found mysteriously tucked in with Wednesday's belongings as she was helping her friend unpack to settle back into their room at Nevermore. Did the ideas of this book entice her enough? Perhaps as much as guillotines that screamed woe to the monarchy?

As Wednesday decided that perhaps friendship was more important and opened her mouth to share her conjecture, Enid interrupts her train of thought with a sigh. "Fine. But you better chain me down if I go to do something embarrassing to Ajax." Inwardly it is Wednesday that Enid is hoping she doesn't embarrass herself in front of. Ever since the fight with the hyde Enid is intimately aware of Wednesday's effect on her. An effect that Ajax did not have.

"I'd chain you down even if you didn't ask", Wednesday answers with a mysterious smirk before turning around to pick up the book. It is the confusion between the possible sexual meaning behind the statement and the fear of the literal definition of the statement that makes Enid's stomach flutter. She loved the way Wednesday confused her.

"Are you sure?" Wednesday asks once more. It wasn't uncommon for test subjects of hers to wimp out. Pugsley was one of the few people who could keep up with her experiments. It's a large part why Wednesday kept him around.

"Yes! As long as it's with my bestie!" Enid replies with a grin so bright that it sickens Wednesday.

Then Wednesday turns, uttering the words inked into the book.

With a loud howl and crackling of bones, Enid starts to transform, first a snout forming then ears and fangs. Wednesday watches with distinct interest. She had never had the honor of watching a werewolf turn. It excited her, a bubbling like soup straight out of the cauldron for breakfast. She is enraptured.

Enid looks at her as the exciting sick cracking sound of bones and skin stops. Wednesday stares back, waiting, and not blinking. The kind eyes meet the eyes of the coldest being to grace Earth. Then the expected happens. Enid dashes off past Wednesday, crashing through their door, Thing barely has time to skitter out of her way.

Quickly, Wednesday grabs her chains from her suitcase and runs off after her, through the stone corridors of Nevermore, following the echoes of claws and paws on stone. Curiously, the sounds lead her not toward the boys dorms but the gates toward the town. As Wednesday turns the corner, she sees the wolf sitting on its hind legs waiting gleefully. As soon as Enid spots Wednesday, she takes off once again.

By the time they get to the town, Wednesday feels sufficiently frustrated, out of shape (more like the werewolf is too powerfully in shape). The cold crisp air burns her lungs as she breathes in and out. The bright moon shines down upon them as they continue this all too meaningful chase, woefully unaware of what it would bring them.

Grinding to a halt, at the gates of the cemetery, Wednesday approaches slowly. For the first time since they have started this chase, Enid does not run off at the sight of Wednesday approaching. As Wednesday gets closer, she sees blood upon Enid's maw. Not a lot, but enough.