Her Demon

MINE to hold

🚧Warning: Mentions murder, blood, and death. 🚧

( - - = Sign language etc...)

Waking up a few hours later Wednesday felt content, her body refreshed and her chest light as she lay with her lover in her arms. Everything felt right with the world, caressing her lover's head before placing a soft chaste kiss on her temple.

Lightly tapping the wall she spoke to Thing, having him stalk the boy in exchange for a new nail file.

Giving her a quick thumbs up he left through the window, sticking to the shadows. Following the unpaved path used the day before. Remaining shaded and dark like the night before the many trees allowed only specks of light to hit the underbrush below, providing Thing the perfect cover.

Hiding in the tree outside their window, watching the boy as he snored the morning away, his coworkers and cabinmates having left minutes before for an early breakfast. His shift, luckily, would not be starting for another half hour allowing him to sleep in a while longer.

The snapping of twigs and the sound of gravel crunching rapidly caught Things' attention.

An older man fumed as he stomped toward the unsuspecting boy's cabin holding slightly creased papers in hand, his name tag reading 'Dale Higgins'. His hand was heavy as slammed it repeatedly against the cabin door, startling the boy awake as he fell out of bed with a thud. Thing continued to watch it unfold from his comfortable perch in the tree, snickering silently.

"Svetner, you better be packed boy!" The man yelled, the vein on his neck bulging as he clenched the papers in his hands with fervor, his knuckles turning white. Tangled in his sheets Steve unraveled his sheets as he slipped and stumbled towards his cabin's door as his blanket stubbornly clung to his left leg.

Swinging the door open he was quickly trying to steady himself, wincing as Dale bumped shoulders with him, turning the lights on when he walked in. "Packed...?"

Having watched everything unfold according to plan Thing scurried back to the cabin. He went in through the back window quietly so as not to wake the sleeping teen lying on her guard dog, tapping the wall softly in greeting before reporting what he had seen.

- He has been fired and will possibly be charged -

The corners of Wednesday's lips quirked up slightly in a small smirk, her eyes dark as her heart filled with sadistic joy. Content knowing the boy had no chance of escaping this unscathed after the evidence Thing had planted was found in his luggage.

-The police are coming to bring him into custody-

Giving Thing a slight nod he quickly went into his box under the bed, Immediately trying out his new nail file.

Wednesday lay in bed, cuddling her lover as if she hadn't just framed a man for murder. The poor fool stood no chance as the black baggie in his suitcase contained the slightly bloodied and rusted murder weapon with his fingerprints.

A shirt stained with the blood of a certain Hough was delicately wrapped around the blade, the shirt of course belonging to Svetner, compliment Thing's sneaking prowess.

"Mine," she whispered, voice low and dripping with possessiveness. Wednesday delicately kissed her temple, the warm action not matching the girl's cold dead eyes...

Her cold hands slid the patches off of the unsuspecting girl's back with the utmost care, so much so you'd think she was made of glass.

-Dispose of these Thing-

That morning was supposed to be like the day before, the sun rising in the east around 6:30 am, the summer air polluting the camp with a certain warmth filled with the scent of earth and pollen. But instead of the usual yellow and orange sunrise lights of blue and red flashed in the cabin windows, the loud sound of sirens filled the air, startling campers awake at the blaring noise. Flashes of Red and Blue shone through the windows as the sun's orange rays tinted them with a honey yellow.

Faster than the blink of an eye, officers in black and gold stormed the noisy cabin, the boy held down by his late boss being scrutinized. The yells, clambering of boots, and boating of sirens shook the camper's cabins, most awake by now as they anxiously peaked out of their cabins...most except a certain one farthest from the action...one harboring a girl that could care less about the boys pleads as the officers took him and the evidence into custody. The same girl with more blood on her hands than most would think, the same girl who had just ruined a boy's life.

Her cold pale hands softly ran through her lover's hair, her fingers scratching their scalp with the utmost care as a dark smirk tugged at her plump lips. Her obsidian eyes stared at the wall intently as she hummed a small tune, pride swelling in her chest at how easily she had rid herself of a rising pest.

Y/n's POV:

Yawning, I snuggled more into the blankets, my body warm and curled against something as I groggily yawned. I sighed in contentment as a hand softly scratched my scalp, my head unconsciously leaning towards it as the feeling slowly lulled me back to sleep.

"Sleep, it is still early."

Nodding, I snuggled more against her, too comfortable to pay any mind to the commotion outside. Her usually cold body was warm from laying under the covers, making it almost impossible to keep my eyes from closing for long.