Wenclair - After That Night

Chapter 8: The Moment

Wednesday's POV

I am currently in the bathroom as I try to regain composure. Yes, I DID help Sinclair with her clothing, and seeing her wear that just... made her look...

By Nero's grave, what's happening to me..? I look at my reflection and hold onto the sink. Maybe this is just a newly obtained power of werewolves?? Somewhat of a siren song?? Is that it??

I must ask Sinclair - well, I honestly doubt she would know anything. She JUST wolfed out two months ago. Maybe the library, yes. Our classes have yet to be announced. I still have 2 days and 3 nights to find this out.

I hold the door handle until a familiar sensation hits. My body spasms, and my head gets thrown back. My vision blurred as if a force was taking me to another place.

I stood at hardwood. Everything was dark, as if I was blindfolded, raising my sensitivity in tactile and auditory senses. Then suddenly I felt something soft touch my lips, like... another?! Who would?!-

Before I could react, the sensation took me to another place. I was now standing at a park in Jericho. Enid, who is seemingly happy at the time.

She hands me a strawberry-flavored ice cream, extra red with blackberry syrup... Just how I used to like it as a child, but how did she know?

I look at the ice cream, and red liquid suddenly splashes on it, placing me back in reality.

I awake. Sitting on the floor with a cold sweat. My cheeks, red?? Maybe from the exhaustion of the vision.

It's been a while since I've had a vision... Would you even call THAT a vision?! Like that was a whole moment in time. Are my visions more powerful because of Goody sharing her abilities with me?

I didn't even touch Sinclair as well, but I still got that vision... She seemed closer to me, which I do not mind since I consider her a friend, given that she had almost lost her life because of me.

Although, it is REALLY surprising to see her close to me...and the vision BEFORE that... who would DARE kiss me blindfolded?!

I stood up, frustrated at the thought. Before I straightened my clothes and walked outside. Fatigue still hitting me, not being able to focus much on my surroundings.

I was about to sit on my bed until I felt a hand on my shoulder, gently turning me to them. I gently held the hand as I turned. My senses slowly return when I process who holds me.

"You okay, Wens?" I heard her ask as I looked at her. Her tone filled with worry along with her eyes.

I stared at her with a cold glance, but there seemed to be something in the air weighing heavily on us as she stared back. There's this mood that seemingly makes me want to draw closer to her.

Suddenly, a knock disturbs our tension. She turned to it, and I went to open the door.

The moment I opened the door, the sight of the person immediately triggered the spiders in the pit of my stomach. It's the gorgon. Of course, it had to be the gorgon.

"Oh, uh hey Wednesday is uhh Enid-" before I let him finish his sentence, I turn, making a beeline for the bed.

I looked at Enid and gestured for her to go to the gorgon. She realized this and took her makeup.

"Oh, right! Thanks for helping Wens, I'll probably be back tomorrow. See ya Thing!"
She gleefully says as she closes the door.

The spiders became intense, and whispers could be heard everywhere again. I close my eyes, sighing at this condition I'm getting.

I sighed as I walked to my table. Contemplating whether I should work on my novel or research wolves' abilities. I may find clues on my stalker, but it will be dangerous.

If I were to write my novel, I might just lose my focus and have me play the cello instead. As for researching, my stalker may attempt to attack... A good opportunity to identify them, or with a bit of luck on my side, I might even catch them.

For now, I would rather not alert them this early on in their little game. They might become wary of my actions from then on. It will waste the opportunity of them slipping up or carelessly, leaving tracks of their presence. Patience IS a virtue, after all. I must take advantage of it as long as it's beneficial.

I look at my novel, then at the door for a few minutes. I was contemplating and looking for other possibilities of what would happen if I chose one of them.

I'd rather not risk it... It's too early to stir trouble in Nevermore. It's better to enjoy the solace I have while I still obtain it.

I open my drawer and look through the numerous musical sheets I have packed. I learned more scores as summer went by. 

I took out the cello with the help of Thing and prepared to play Prokofiev's Sinfonia Concentrante. They say it's the most difficult cello piece, while I say such nonsense.

It merely demands musicality and sensitivity, and I have played this perfectly countless times before. I would assume that this wouldn't be much more difficult than the other pieces I have played.

I played, and the notes glided through the instrument with no wrong notes taken. Every note flowed like a river. As I played, I saw a sillhouette at the corner of my eye. It seemed like two students standing against each other, I couldn't make out who they were due to playing the cello, but I called Thing over.

"See who those two sillhouettes are once I get to the last two pages. I need to make sure they're not my stalker." I say as I get through half of the piece, going through it a little more quickly.

Thing taps and spreads out the score the moment I reached the last two sheets of paper. I nodded as I went into the more intense part of the song.