Of Woes and Shadows (Wednesday x reader)

Chapter 27: Fangs that kill and revive

Wednesday pov:

Love you Addams, Love you Addams- your words kept echoing in her blank dark dreamless sleep. It was torture yet at the same time a bliss. For the first time she was able to get a bit of peaceful sleep. Just barley though for the moths in her stomach kept getting squished to death by the debris of the fiery tornado raging within her. Reminding her it was her fault that Eugene nearly died.

If it weren't for her foolishness the boy would've stayed in school in his room moping. She should've immediately told him through Thing about the change of plans. Had him do something else that had to do with the case or looked like it did. She should've told Tyler that she never sent the letter! She should've never had given Eugene the idea about exploring the cave! She should've never had dragged him into the mess she has made in the first place! He wasn't like you or her- people with powerful abilities or combat skills. He was a innocent boy who lived a peaceful life- he never had to learn any of those things!

Opening her eyes slowly to see the sun seeping under the curtains like blood spilling on the ground, she clutches you tightly. I'll find who did that- No one else is getting hurt.

Slowly getting up it dawns upon her that you both had slept on the ground with you. Stretching she slowly turns to you, only to stumble up backwards and hit the bathroom door. Letting out a hiss.

The moment her skull met the wooden door your eyes swung open and up with your dagger out. Looking around for danger. Once you realized that there was no danger you loosen your muscles.

"You okay Wednesday?"

"I just tripped" It's just paint- yesterday's paint prank. Last night she failed to take note that you were still covered in red paint. Waking up to you still dirty with paint leaning on the ground asleep made her think you were dead.

You nod and answer tell the guards that everything was fine, you would be out in a minute and to call room service.

"Mind if I use your bathroom? Forgot to get out of this" you motion your destroyed outfit. Avoiding her face for you knew it was bullshit.

She just nods and walks to the bed to sit as you disappear. She fine, she's fine. It's just paint nothing more. Paint.

Neither of you say anything for the next 20 minutes as you take a shower. You come out clean and your outfit somewhat cleaner than before. Neither of you wanted to point out the multiple Elephants in the room. The case, Eugene, suspects, and Wednesday's panic. But Wednesday had the fact you confessed secretly to her. She eyes your back as you look outside, scouting the area.

Your confession had made her assumed none existent heart beat. Made her brain think things it never has. It was terrifying was a few words can do to a person.

Those words you whispered had solidified her newest plan. "If there is ever a situation where one of us must die. Let me be the one that dies."

Y/N pov:

The world came crashing down and froze all at the same time. Yet it also felt like someone had sunken their fangs into you. Draining you of your life and letting you hit the ground to shatter into a thousand pieces. No noise, scent, or thoughts went through you- just Wednesday's doctrine.

"What did you say?" you turn around. There she sat as if she had asked you what time it was. There she sat staring at the white wall that mimics the color of a body bag while being dressed in black.

"Let the monster kill me," she says once again in the same casual tone. Only that this time it was slower like a lover slowly biting their lover. She wanted you to feel the sharpness of the letters that strong up the words that fell on you like stones. Trying to trap you in a promise that would suffocate you and squish you.

"Why?" you ask, now standing close to her. She didn't acknowledge you nor the shadows wavering around the room.

"One of us has to live. It has to be you. You die many will follow right behind you-"

"You had a vision-"

"I'm being logical here Y/L/N!!" she finally turns to face you. "Tell me, if you die what will happen to the Vampire court?"

"Nothing! I'm not royalty- I'm an Earl- anyone can become one!"

"An Earl that has gained so much influence and following from within the court and from other species. You have done so many things that people see you as a beckon of hope- I've seen it with my own eyes! At school, the night market, the prince!" she looks away, gripping the sheets in the same anger that was clawing at you. "Your death will impact many things like the coexistence between our kind and the normies. Mine would be another drop of water in the ocean."

Even a drop can cause ripples on the wave it hits- impacting its force and height you think. You feel your eyes turn red as the world's sound and senses return to you. Your fast-beating heart drowned Wednesday's steady heartbeat. Your face twisted with anger's paintbrush while her pale face was smooth like marble. Your mind came up with a million scenarios where she was out of the frame that made you want to vomit but your body shook down the feeling with the adrenaline in contrast to the human girl's unmoving body. You appeared more alive while she seemed to be dead.

Without realizing her face is being squished by your fingers, forcing her to face your bloody eyes and baring fangs. The shadows tied her down to the bed. "Wouldn't matter? Well, fuck me then for what am I to you? Just a weapon that could be thrown to the side once you die and be given to someone else?!"

She squirms under your hold. Her dark eyes had finally taken you in along with an once of emotion that was scratching the surface of fear and surprise. "You die then what's the point of everything I've done to this fucking point Addams!? What's the point of trying to protect the outcast if I have to sacrifice someone close to me?"

"One death that is insignificant is better than one that is-" you squeeze her cheeks, drawing a bit of blood to paint the tips of your white painted nails.

"Shut up- just shut up for once and fucking listen you dumb bitch!"

"Why does it matter if I die? What is it to you? I'm just a partner in crime. Not even a friend- once this case is over we'll go our separate ways. So, why are you acting in such away?"

"I- I- it's complicated", your face was getting red with embressmenet and anger. 

"Last I checked it's easy to use words to describe. Why?" 

"Don't want to talk about it" 

"Look who now hates to be questioned. Answer me Y/L/N, why do you care." she kept pushing and pushing you to answer that the room felt like it was caving in. How do you describe such a thing to someone who didn't allow herself to feel emotions nor understood them!? "Why Y/L/N?"

Before you knew it, your lips were on hers.

Her lips felt like frost yet were warm like blood pulsing under the prickly skin. You expect her to push you away but she didn't. Instead, she sat there frozen once again. You push yourself away from her for her dark soul was pulling you in deeper and deeper into her touch.

"S-sorry." you breathe heavily, slamming yourself into the wall. Wednesday's eyes were wide with emptiness, the monster within you had sucked the life out fo her.

You turn to head out. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck- fucking hell! Why did I do that- kill yourself- jump out the window- sell your soul- just die right now-

A slim hand falls on your shoulder, turning your body to face Wednesday. Please hit me- curse me- yell at me- ask me to redeem myself to you-

Her lips fall on to you once again as her hands keep you from pulling up and away from the kiss. Stabbing her lower lip into your fangs, telling you that she wasn't going to let you go that easily.

You never felt so alive.