Darkness at the Heart of My Love || Wenclair

Chapter 11: A Confession

I wake up to the sun in my eyes, an ungodly sight if you ask me. Now I see why the vampires wear sunglasses all the time. I get up and change into a casual black shirt, black jeans, and fix my braids, in a slightly quick manner. I do want to make sure Enid is okay, however, I will also be making sure to keep my distance. If I am to protect her, I need to start distancing myself from her, no matter what.

I open my door and see her door still shut. I softly walk down the hall and knock softly before opening her door. She is still laying on her bed, but she has changed into my hoodie and sweatpants. I quietly walk into her room, and sit on the edge of the bed, her breathing soft and shallow, so I check her pulse just in case. Normal, for a werewolf at least. Before I can take my hand away, I feel a warm hand intertwined with mine. I don't pull away as I know I should, maybe it was because of Enid's soft voice and smile. "Good morning Wednesday '' She says sleepily, her smile unfading. "I- Morning Enid." I say even less enthusiastically than normal. "I'm just here to change your bandages." I say taking off the old ones and starting to put fresh ones on. I flinch on the inside when I hear Enid whimper. Her wounds must still be sensitive. I finish wrapping her wounds and she snuggles back into her bed, but in the process she has stolen my arm. I sigh and reluctantly let her keep it, at least until she falls back asleep.

After a while, Enid is finally back to sleep and I attempt to slither my now asleep arm from her grasp. A couple tries, but I eventually successfully retrieved it and I quietly exited her room and headed downstairs. I notice my parents sitting in the living room, the fireplace burning with fresh wood. They notice me and I can see worry on their faces.

"Wednesday Dear" My mother says softly. "Please come sit my little storm cloud." My father says, gesturing toward an open seat. I enter the room and take a seat, my back straight, no signs of emotion, and my hands folded in my lap. "Wednesday... Would you please tell us what happened?" My father says, clearly worried about Enid.

"Enid got lost and wound up hurting herself by accident in the woods. A person, or thing, attacked her which is why she screamed." I stop, not wanting to say too much. But also needing to say enough to satisfy my nosey parents.

"Wednesday. I know this isn't your strong suit... but..." my mothers eyes tell me she has seen something I am unaware of. "Your feelings toward Enid. Are you debating on distancing yourself from that wonderful girl?" Her voice sounds worrisome and sad. "I never had fee-" I am abruptly stopped. "Wednesday, I know you feel something for that girl. And I know you are debating keeping her safe by distancing yourself. But I must warn you, that is a bad idea. As you know, the family curse-"

"I have told you before, mother, I am nothing like you. I never will be. I am not in love, feelings are pointless and I will never allow myself to choose feelings over anything." I snap back, until I hear a soft whimper come from the doorway. It was Enid, in my hoodie and sweatpants. Her eyes became glossy. Before I can say anything I hear her sniffle and run back to her room. I look at my parents who look at me, almost with disappointment. I excuse myself and walk up stairs. I didn't mean to make her cry, but I am not wrong. Feelings will get in my way and get her killed.

Enid's POV

I wake up, my body sore and my mind blurry. I see bandages covering my legs and arms, but I have no idea what happened. I start to sit up and realize I'm in Wednesday's clothes but I do vaguely remember putting them on in the middle of the night. Her scent was comforting.

I finally get out of bed and decided to see Wednesday. She would probably be able to fill me in on what happened. I hear her and her parents talking in the living room so I quickly make my way there. I have to admit, I miss Wednesday. I finally make it to the doorway but before I can say anything, I hear a sentence that shatters my heart.

"I have told you before, mother, I am nothing like you. I never will be. I am not in love, feelings are pointless and I will never allow myself to choose feelings over anything."

Those words, coming out of Wednesday's mouth, made something in my chest hurt. I immediately felt a lump in my throat and my eyes water. I don't know why I am having this reaction, I knew she would never like me like that. But I may have had my hopes up that she did. All I can do is release a little whimper, when she turns and locks eyes with me. Those brown eyes of hers, I can almost see her realization of what she said... But it had to be fake. Before anyone can say anything I run to my room and slam the door, locking it and curling up on my bed.

As I lay there crying, I realize something... The reason I am so upset about Wednesday words... The reason her scent is so comforting... The reason I miss her all the time... Is it because... She's my mate?...

No... No she can't be... There's no way. I'm just insane. I think to myself, starting to cry again. The thing is, if a werewolf finds their mate, they usually mate for life. So if Wednesday is truly my mate... Then... No matter what... I'd always want her to be mine... It would explain why I didn't hurt her in any way during my first transition.

I am startled from my thoughts as I hear a knock on the door. "Enid. Please open up... I want to explain" I hear Wednesday, her voice the softest it has ever been, as if she's in pain. I rush and open the door, worried about her. When the door opens we lock eyes, her deep brown eyes pleading to be listened to. I can't help but admire her beauty... Even if we are just friends, I do love her...

I gesture for her to take a seat anywhere as I close the door and sit on my bed, pulling a pillow onto my lap. She sits on the bed next to me, avoiding eye contact. I don't say anything, Wednesday never asks to talk, so I really don't want to ruin this.

"Enid. What I said in the living room." she pauses as my heart clenches. I really don't want to hear this... "Is not how I truly feel." I feel my cheeks go red, my mind loses all ability to think. "W-what do you mean Wednesday?"

She pauses, carefully thinking about what to say. "Enid, you make me feel. I feel alive when I am with you, I feel things I have never or rarely felt before. Seeing you hurt, upset me so that I could've died. I think..." she stops. Her eyes looked to the floor. I instinctively but softly touch her hand, our fingers intertwining. "I think I am in love with you, Enid Sinclair."

Those words. The words I never thought I'd hear. Wednesday Addams... Loves me?... But why... I am nothing compared to her. She's smart, creepy but in a good way, talented... And I am just... Me...

"Wednesday..." I say shakily, still unsure if this is a dream or not. "I think I am in love with you too, Wednesday Addams"

"However" Wednesday says softly, in a sad tone. "There's something we need to talk about..." Her eyes drop more, her face turns sad... Oh no... Did I do something wrong?...