The Red Means I love you - A Wenclair Scream AU

Chapter 8

Donovan was fucking exhausted. Everyone on the force was, they'd spent weeks trying to catch the escaped convicts as the town construction company fixed the building.

He turned his car carefully down the street, letting out a sigh. he rubbed his right eye while trying to keep himself awake. He stopped the care, jerking suddenly. In front of him stood a very familiar woman, Laurel Gates. He scowled, getting out of the car, his hand already reaching for handcuffs. Then he blinked, confused when he saw nothing in front of him. He was standing in the road, getting honked at by the cars behind him. He shook his head and got back in the car, driving off to the police station.

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The woods were a safe haven for many, outcast and normie alike, but especially with criminals. So as one would expect, Donovan was out here searching for escaped convicts. The sun was setting, casting an orange paint across the sky. The sheriff smiled at the sight, continuing to walk through the woods, finding it somewhat soothing. He kept himself alert, eyes searching through the trees and on the forest floor. He stayed in the forest as it became dark, he pulled out his flashlight, forcing the unease down.

The forest was home to many monsters, so he had to be careful. He got his gun, turning the safety on and holding it carefully in his hands. He turned his head, old age making it hard to hear things, but he followed the faint sound of squelching. His stomach twisted at the sound, he bit his lip, afraid as he stepped past a set of bushes, they were thick and he ended up tripping, falling down a pivot in the ground. He looked up with a groan, biting his tongue at the pain in his leg. Had he broken it?

He listened carefully, holding his breath. He frowned, feeling warmth on his back. He glanced up, unable to see anything in the dark woods. He looked around again, getting frustrated as he carefully pushed himself up, grabbing his flashlight. He paused, something large and gold standing over top him. It stared at him, blinking at the harsh light. It snarled at him and he gulped, looking up at the moon.

"I must've forgotten it was a full moon, eh?" Donovan gave the large wolfish creature a smile, but he screamed when large teeth and multicolored claws lunged at him.

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Wednesday looked up from their book, eyes lit within the dark moonlit night. Enid returned to their spot, a small picnic blanket set upon the forest floor. She dropped something in her mouth, tail wagging furiously. She looked at her mate, blood covered fangs never failing to make their heartbeat accelerate.

Wednesday let out a Shakey breath and put down their book, looking at the bleeding body of Sheriff Galphin. The man stirred, groaning in pain. Wednesday allowed themselves to grin, a full mouthed grin, teeth shining and sharp. The Addams child chuckled, kicking Donovan's side.

"An excellent catch Mi Amor, this will be the perfect toy for our evening fun. Isn't that right, Sheriff Galphin?"

"I don't know what kind of games you're playing Addams, but tell your mutt to keep their claws out of me!" Donovan reached for his tazer, turning it on and striking Wednesday's leg, he watched as she stayed stock still, not moving or reacting to the electricity coursing through her body. Wednesday sighed and snatched the tazer from the man, delivering a swift kick to his nose as well.

"What say you about electrical shock, puppy? Perhaps we'll have to experiment with the sheriff. I know you mentioned wishing to spend quality time with me in this form. Isn't that correct?"

Donovan paled, blinking away the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Damn it, just what the hell had he stumbled on?

The wolf, (puppy apparently) huffed, sniffing Donovan's prone form before letting out a growl and stocking closer to the smaller form of Wednesday. She gently scratched the chin of the werewolf, giving it a smile before turning back to the sheriff, grabbing his shirt and pulling him off of the ground. He let out a noise of panic, looking at the ground with surprise. In his curled up form he didn't try standing, but he was surprised the small girl could even pick him up.

"What are you going to do with me, huh Addams?"

Wednesday's grin returned full force, making a chill run down the man's spine. "I'm going to enjoy as you squirm underneath me."

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Red covered her hands, a beautiful color that Wednesday secretly adored. It was the only colors ahe could deal with. Black and white technically weren't colors, so Red was the only one she would count as such in her wardrobe. Her hands were unusually warm, but there was of course a reason for that. the color red was a sensory experience that Wednesday didn't mind. It wasn't overstimulating, nor was it uncomfortably boring. But it was perfect, dark and delicious. The taste of iron ran across her tongue, her teeth were likely covered in the stuff as well. Her nails were dark with the substance coating on her skin and underneath cuticles. She grimaced for a moment before delving her hands back into the red. Her fingers touched organs. The liver, kidney, stomach, heart. She shuddered, wanting to rip apart the delicious meat inside the old man. She shook her head and turned to Enid, grabbing her snout with bloody hands and kissing her. Wednesday wanted more, she wanted Enid, she needed her wolf immediately. She'd get her wolf, one way or another.