Her Dark Light - Wenclair -

A disgustingly romantic death

October 31, 2023 - 5:35 p.m.

Enid had taken a long time to arrive, but in doing so, Wednesday had had the time to put all the pieces of the puzzle back in place.

If her theory was correct, with the information her mother had revealed to her, Enid was actually the renegade witch of the Addams line. Eudora had persecuted her family for centuries, looking for a heart of her lineage to steal and what better opportunity than the heart of the psychic Morticia, in whose veins the same magic as Eudora flowed?

So, just to escape Eudora, Morticia and Gomez built their home piece by piece, isolated from the world, from anyone who could threaten their family. It was a disaster when Morticia discovered that her eldest daughter, Wednesday, also possessed the same powers as her. So she raised her and educated her so that she knew how to defend herself against everything and everyone.

But Eudora hadn't turned her gaze to the Addams line in at least two full generation cycles of the family, so Morticia and Gomez felt safe pushing Wednesday so far from home.

Their mistake was so naive.

As Wednesday squeezed between her fingers the gem that she had around her neck, given to her by her Mother once she arrived at the Nevermore, she heard the room's door creak.

She saw Enid enter and she was surprised by how she hadn't realized before that it wasn't her roommate in front of her:

she was silent, submissive, expressionless, just like Wednesday wanted her to be.

She wasn't Enid.

-You know, I admit that you deceived me at first. I have to give it to you. -

Thing closed the door behind Enid so the two could have a private conversation.

Correction: so that Wednesday could butcher Enid without her cries being heard by other ears and stop her lust for vengeance.

-You are still angry for Ajax, aren't you? -

Wednesday didn't speak, but she half smiled. She was dreaming about the taste of the witch's blood, if any was still in her body.

-Or is it because you miss what we did at night?- Enid stroked her face for a moment and Wednesday immediately pushed her hand away.

How did the witch know that secret?

For a moment Wednesday faltered, thinking that she had taken not only Enid's form, but her mind and even her memories.

Her thoughts returned to Enid and what the witch might have done to her.

That moment of hesitation was enough to allow Eudora to take the knife by the handle.

-You did such disgusting things, that you forced me to do too, just to see my wolf. -

-That's not how it went, I had your consent. -

-Because she thought you'd help her. But you deceived her, you were only doing it out of pure selfishness!- Eudora suddenly spoke of Enid as if she were no longer her.

Check mate.

Wednesday smiled and she looked into Enid's eyes, as if she wanted to hurt her with her gaze.

-I know Enid's eyes well. Precisely thanks to these nights, about which you babble so much without knowing, I learned the way she looks at me. And that's not it, even if you try to mimic it cleverly. -

-Maybe I just lost interest. - Eudora retorted, so Wednesday, to annoy her and for pure personal amusement, she stole a kiss from Enid, to prove her reason.