So we are going to skip the part where Older gaplin comess in because I don't feel like writing that. Also I got a proper writing board so hopefully I write better.
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Sage sat in the principal’s car, directly behind the taller, snow-white woman’s seat. A breathy sigh slipped past her lips as she replayed Wednesday’s words from only moments ago. Her dead heart raced, a giddy smile threatening to betray her as she ducked her face behind her hair. She forced herself to compose her expression just in time as Wednesday and Weems entered the car.
She didn’t look at him.
She couldn’t.
Wednesday Addams, however, had never cared for restraint.
The drive stretched on in heavy silence. At least for Sage. The engine’s low rumble pulled her thoughts loose while Weems and Wednesday spoke in low tones. Then it hit her.
Fresh blood.
Her throat burned instantly. Her fangs sharpened as hunger surged, fast and violent. Sage’s hand flew to her nose, cutting off her breathing even though it was pointless. She was already dead, but instinct didn’t listen to reason.
Her bloodlust clawed at her control, threatening to spill over.
The movement didn’t go unnoticed.
Wednesday leaned closer, dark eyes flicking over her tense posture, the way her fingers trembled. He opened his mouth, ready to ask what was wrong.
“I hope he’s alright,” Weems said, hopeful.
“He snapped his neck.”
Wednesday’s voice was flat. Unbothered.
Before Sage could react, he reached over and gently pulled her hand away from her face. His fingers were cool as he pressed a kiss, barely a whisper, to the side of her palm.
Everything stopped.
The hunger vanished. The ache dissolved. Sage turned fully toward him, stunned by how easily he had brought her back from the edge.
What was Wednesday Addams doing to her?
When had his touch become grounding? When had his attention become something she craved? He’d been here for days. Just days. This wasn’t normal. She’d have to call the Cullens later because something was deeply wrong with her self-control.
The iron gates of Nevermore rose into view, and Sage’s heart sank at the thought of sharing him again. The car came to a stop. Wednesday released her hand and stepped out without hesitation.
She barely had time to process the loss before he opened her door, offering his hand with an unsettling calm. Like it was natural. Like it meant something.
Butterflies wrecked her stomach.
He guided her forward by the elbow for a brief, intimate moment before letting go and walking away, already absorbed by Weems and the looming school ahead.
No glance back.
No pause.
Sage stood there, disoriented.
Then she turned and ran.
She crossed the courtyard in a blur, ignoring the stares, the whispers, the pull of curiosity. She took the stairs two at a time, heart pounding uselessly until she reached her dorm and slammed the door shut behind her.
Only then did she sink to the floor, back pressed against the door, fingers hovering over the place where his lips had touched her skin.
With shaking hands, she pulled her phone from her pocket and scrolled until a familiar name appeared.
Carlisle.
The line rang once. Twice.
“I need help,” she said the second he answered. “Something’s wrong.”
Wednesday Addams was dangerous.
And the worst part?
She wasn’t sure she wanted him to stop.
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Another short chapter, lol sorry guys howas the holidays and new years. Have a lovely 2026!!!!!
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Bloodly Murder
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