Y/N's pov:
"Yes! I just received the paintings! Thank you so much for the donations- I just know the students are going to love it! I'll be sure to capture a video of their reactions and gratefulness!" Squawks Dort as two Janitors push and pull a tall wooden box.
Another tacky thing? You think as you tighten your grip on Wednesday to prevent her from being dragged into the shadow realm. The shadows were more violent than ever.
The last time you dragged her into the shadows was in the Meeting house. The shadows at the time moved around both of you like a gentle tide. Nudging the sand around like a bored lover waiting for their love to appear by the docks with them. Now, the shadows clawed towards both of you like a starved demon. Slithering and nailing its way into the gaps between you two as it whiplashed around you like the possessed vines from Evil Dead. Slapping and cracking against your just-healed muscles.
It was clear that the realm was terrified of Evelynn getting jealous or angry that the very element she commands let her "lover" be close to her rival.
Almost there, almost there, almost there, come on, come on! You glare at Dort who was taking his sweet time to walk past.
Each second it was getting harder to hold onto the human girl whose heartbeat was out of control. Her damp skin was boiling against your heating skin as her controlled breath became far too obvious that it was being restrained.
What the hell made you act this way?
"I hope the check went through!" laughs Dort as he stops right in front of where you guys were hiding in the shadows. He then huffs and gives the poor janitors an annoyed look- questioning why they were taking so long to move it. Tapping is foot to time, how long the tired men took to reach him.
What the hell is in those boxes? Biting your tongue, you stop yourself from summoning Louch's eyesight to peek in. But the longer Dort stood there, tapping, your own heartbeat raced against Wednesday's heart. They were basically dancing with each other.
Tightening your grip on the human girl, you ground yourself into her scent. To remind you that you did promise not to fuck around anymore with your health. Her blood may have healed you, but it was unknown if it could do it again.
A chilling thought came over your mind- what if the next time you took more blood than before? What if next time you kill her? What if you become addicted to her blood? It was possible.
As your mind ran amok and made a mess of your thoughts, Wednesday's fear was slowly melting away by the minute. Glancing down at her a ghost of a smile graces your lips. Her hair still smelled like roses and salt. A scent you missed while in coma. A scent you grew to love each time you embraced the shorter girl.
Your nerves contorted back but your muscles memory locked you in the embrace. Allowing your heart to puppeteer.
If only Dort could open the damn box to peek! Come on show me something- anything! What's in the box that it is getting transported to late in the night? They can't be paintings. Your eyes begin to feel a bit itch. An itch that scratching it wouldn't take it away.
Don't just stand there! Do something! Open the damn box!
Dort suddenly stops talking. He freezes as if there was a gun slammed against his dead by a trigger happy person.
The Janitors now caught up with him. Giving him confused faces for the sudden freeze. A confused face cracked through the static of the phone.
Dort suddenly walks over to one of the boxes and burns a bit of the wood holding it. Allowing the lid to come off.
YOU ARE READING
Of Woes and Shadows (Wednesday x reader)
Vampirey/n returns to Nevermore after being away for a while due to doing her duties as Earl of the Vampire court. However, upon her arrival, she receives news that the monster cases she was investigating had escalated even more during her absence. But als...
