As the Woe Turns: Once Broken A Wenclair story

Addams de los Muertos

Another lighter ish chapter for you all before all hell breaks loose again so to speak. No real trigger warnings...at least I don't think so. I did my best. With the upmost respect.
-Shadow

With Enid

As if things couldn't get any worse Enid forgot her keys. It was easy to do, the cat suit only had one small pocket big enough for her phone. She hadn't taken a bag with her either because shocker, she hadn't actually planned on coming home that night.

The front door was of course locked. She tried to break into the basement entrance on the side of the house but it wouldn't budge. Even with her werewolf strength. It opened inward. There had to be something really heavy blocking it. She'd have to check it out later. Enid tried the sliding door in the back and it was locked as well. She saw no windows open and no way in. Unless she really did want to break something. Which she didn't. She texted Yoko but heard nothing back. She didn't want to bother any of the casual friends she had made in town and at the school. She definitely didn't want to call Braydon. In fact, she was pretty sure they were done. She had no where to go. Even if she did her car was locked up. She was stuck outside. Karma?

Enid trudged through the damp grass of her backyard to the she shed clubhouse thing they had back there. They hadn't really done anything with it yet, it was empty, except for yard maintenance equipment and extra clothes, food, and blankets just incase she wolfed out.

Enid changed into something more comfortable and grabbed a blanket. It was late, her head hurt and she wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and die. The guilt of what went down earlier that night was still eating at her. However, if death wasn't forthcoming she'd settle for sleep. She laid down on the padded glider, covered up, and closed her eyes. Sleep didn't come easy, but it did come eventually.

Enid was jolted out of a deep sleep. It felt like someone was gently shaking her awake. She expected to see Yoko standing there or even Braydon. That's how real it felt. She sat up looking around confused. No one was there. She was still outside. It was still dark out. She checked her phone. There were no messages. It was a little after 1am. Damn it. WTF! Who woke her up? Enid looked around again for anything that could have bumped the glider but found nothing. There was however a strange, low hanging fog about knee high hovering above the ground covering most of her backyard and leading from the glider and into the adjacent woods that separated her property from Wednesday's but that was the only thing out of the ordinary.

Enid's werewolf hearing picked up softly playing music. It almost sounded like sad lullabies. It reminded her of something Wednesday played for her after parent's weekend. Wednesday had found the brochures her mother had 'gifted' her and sincerely threatened to kill her parents for it. Enid was so upset over the whole situation she couldn't fall asleep that night. Wednesday played for her until she finally did.

Before she knew it Enid had grabbed her blanket and was on her feet following the low melancholy tune. The music grew louder the closer she got to the property line. It was unmistakably a cello. Enid learned to pick the beautiful tones of Wednesday's favorite instrument out of a full fledged symphony orchestra very early on in their friendship...acquaintanceship...whatever it was. From the first time she heard and saw Wednesday play on their balcony, the cello had called to her. Now was apparently no different.

Enid definitely wasn't expecting what she saw next as she broke through the tree line. There was some kind of a party going on. Dozens of outcasts were spread around the grounds. The entirety of the Addams property was adorned with brightly colored lanterns, candles, and string lights. There were brilliant white skulls of different sizes painted with pretty neon colors spread around as well. Some had words, names maybe painted on them. There were vivid swatches of cut paper decorating the graves, and there were Marigold paths laid out between the woods, the family cemetery, and a few large tables set up with flowers, pictures, candles, toys, sweets, savory foods, breads, alcohol, and various other things.