Chapter Text
Enid stirred. Wednesday was rocking her shoulder insistently.
"Get up, it's nearly midnight", the dark girl insisted.
Enid's eyes bleared open. The room was almost pitch black, its usual gloom doubled by the darkness outside. Even with her enhanced night vision, she could barely make out the silhouette of her wife kneeling over her.
"B.b.but why?" Enid's voice was incredulous.
"An Addams marriage has to be consummated on the day of the wedding."
"We did that". Enid interjected. "Much as I love making love to you, waking me from a much needed slumber weren't earn you any favours."
Enid couldn't see the expression on Wednesday's face, but she could hear her eyes roll back.
"And it needs to be consecrated on the midnight of the wedding."
"Consecrated... what?" Enid's confusion was obvious, but she sat up, attention now undivided.
Wednesday stood up and lit a candle, casting a soft orange glow across the room. In her hand, in a typical Wednesday fashion, she held a knife. Only this one was more ornate than any Enid had seen before, and looked Old. With a capital O. And the handle was in the middle, with a wickedly sharp and polished blade on either side. It almost seemed to cut through the very light in the room.
"This is our most treasured heirloom and our most fiercely protected secret." Wednesday explained.
"What, is this like a blood oath?" Enid enquired.
"You could say that", Wednesday gave a soft smile.
"OK, why do you have me just a little worried?"
"This blade looks in your heart to see if your love is true, all consuming. If it is, it binds you together under the Addams Family Curse."
"C. Curse?" Enid gulped.
"Eternally fierce and selfless love. Love you are ready to die for."
Enid smiled. Of course a curse would be something so... gorgeous, and yet all consuming. More of a mixed blessing.
"It looks in your heart... How?"
Wednesday just cocked her head, as if Enid didn't already know in her heart.
"Oh."
Wednesday smiled, just slightly too sadistically for Enid's comfort.
"But I'm not immortal. Nor currently are you. Won't we die?"
"If it finds true love, the Addams curse prevents you from permanently killing family members from that moment."
"And if it doesn't find it?"
"Then we die together."
Enid swallowed uncomfortably. It seemed like an awfully big gamble on the judgement of an inanimate knife.
"It's never been wrong, Enid. Debbie talked Uncle Fester into avoiding this, and look how that turned out..."
Enid nodded. She'd of course encounter the sordid story of the murderess while researching her new roommate for her blog. It seemed like a lifetime ago.
The clock started striking. "On the strike of 12." Wednesday said, holding the knife in her left hand. She walked up to Enid and pressed the arcane blade to her chest, hovering above the girl's heart, before she pressed her own hear against the blade. Enid's left hand clasped around her own. Wednesday reached her right hand around to Enid's back, Enid copying her movements.
Wednesday, now in position, counted allowed.
*Nine*
Again following her lead, Enid joined in chorus.
*Ten*
*Eleven*
*Twelve*
Wednesday and Enid together forced their bodies together, the knife biting into both their hearts together.
Blood poured from both their wounds, mixing together and making the hilt slick. The handle started glowing crimson, before turning to a golden light brighter than the candlelight.
Wednesday pushed her lover free from the blade, before removing it from her own chest. WIth notable effort, Wednesday carefully laid it down on the bedside table.
"It is done"
Wednesday partially caught Enid as the werewolf keeled over, breaking her fall and redirecting it to the bed with the last vestige of her own strength, the room fading to an infinite black.
Wednesday lifted her head. Enid's body clung to hers. The girl's chest wasn't moving for a long moment, before she gasped in a breath.
Curious, she survived her wound for longer than I did.
Moments later Enid opened her eyes and smiled at Wednesday, a sight that made her feel like her heart was bleeding all over again.
Wednesday pulled her into a tight hug.
The embrace was interrupted as Wednesday's phone buzzed again.
A frown broke across Wednesday's face, and she picked it up.
She had new messages from her "Unknown Contact". Her stalker.
"Who the hell is texting you at this time of night, Willa?"
"My Stalker"
"You. Have. A. Stalker?" Enid practically yelled the last word. "And when were you going to mention this to me?"
"How about when you stop calling me Willa?" Wednesday lashed back. Then she gave Enid a blank gaze that somehow relaxed her anxious wife.
Wednesday sighed. "They sent some pictures of me at the end of the Nevermore term, and haven't contacted me again until now. I figured they were an irrelevance until we returned."
"Until now? What did they send?" Concern returned to Enid's face, and she rested her hand on the back of Wednesday's head.
Wednesday opened the messages and gasped.
4 photos filled her screen, as she worked in reverse chronological order.
Enid sillhouetted against herself by faint candlelight. The moment before the blade bound them together forever. Although it was impossible to make out such details from the photo. Wednesday hoped that whoever it was hadn't seen such a secret and intimate ceremony, but it seemed impossible.
The next photo was Enid's nude body straddling her own, while choking the breath out of her. Wednesday felt a flush at seeing the recent scene, she remembered so vividly, from a unique perspective.
Then there was her wedding kiss. Above which, was the exchange of rings.
And finally, one sentence. "Ready or not, here I come."
Enid cut across her thoughts. "Oh my God, Wlla, you're shaking! What the hell did they send?"
"Wedding photos." Wednesday deadpanned. Wednesday looked down at her hand in sheer disbelief. It was indeed shaking. How the...?
Breaking off the uncomfortable train of thought, she shoved her phone unceremoniously in Enid's direction. "Here, look."
Enid gasped as she read through the messages. Particularly when she saw her exposed body on the screen, anger filled her face.
"That's my favourite." Wednesay smiled, humour offering Enid a little bit of release.
Her face was still filled with worry. "They. They are... here!?"
"It would appear so."
Enid scrolled up to the first messages Wednesday had received, seeing the GIF of Wednesday being murdered.
"Willa, they made a death threat!?"
"Yes, and? They're in for a nasty surprise."
"WIlla... we haven't restored your protection yet. And they're right here, right now."
"Ah. This could be interest..."
Wednesday was interrupted as their window burst into a thousand shards of glass.
Enid watched as the world seemed to do a dolly zoom, the world fading out of focus the steel tip of the arrow that had broken the window shattered into sharp focus.
An arrow that seemed to be headed straight for her heart. Senses overloaded, Enid stood rooted to the spot as the shaft of death approached her.
She felt muscles tense against her. The arrow was already more than halfway across the room.
Then Willa's head came across her line of sight she felt cold steel graze against her chest. The certainty of death never came.
Still in shock, she looked down at the floor. Wednesday lay there, with the arrow embedded in her throat.
Wednesday opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a hoarse gurgle, as well as a mouthful of bright red blood, contrasting against the dark wooden floor. Blood oozed from the entry and exit wounds, but the shaft stemmed much of the flow. Wednesdays hands reached up to clutch at her throat.
Enid threw herself to the floor and put Wednesday's hands in hers, helping to apply pressure to the wound. Tears filled her eyes.
Wednesday's motuh opened again, and yet another wet gurgle poured out.
"Please, don't leave me..." Enid tearfully exclaimed.
Wednesday rolled her eyes, before refocusing on Enid. Wrong answer.
Enid thought for a moment, then she realised what she had to do.
"Maybe I can restart your protection?" Tears were freely rolling down her cheeks now. "Restart protection!" Wednesday shook her head. "Restartio". Wednesday rolled her eyes again. Her body started shaking, it was now taking all her effort to keep her eyes on Enid.
Finally Enid realised her demand, and reassured Wednesday. "Whoever did this to you, they're fucking dead."
Wednesday smiled. Then her eyes glassed over. Her unsteady pulse stopped under Enid's fingertips.
Enid howled in both rage and anguish, claws extending to impossible lengths. Words completely fail for the depth of her grief. It felt like getting stabbed a million times over, with swords that had been preheated in lava.
It felt like a million years ago and a microsecond ago that Wednesday had warned her of the depth of the Addams curse. The love that consumed the heart so completely.
Now it felt like her heart had been unceremoniously ripped out of her chest. And it lay in the centre of the room, lay in Wednesday, lay in the substantial pool of blood that surrounded her.
With a claw Enid swiped the arrowhead off the shaft, before gently pulling the projectile free from Wednesday's pale flesh. With a delicate move, she shut Wednesday's eyes, before she curled around her, pressing her face into the back of Wednesday's neck. Inhaling her scent.
It seemed like a thousand years passed, or it could have been seconds. Enid's mind could no longer track thought or time.
She was interrupted from her tohu-bohu thoughts by a sharp kick to her shin.
Wednesday rolled over and glared at her. But a loving glare.
"The incantation is resumo, you imbecile, not whatever pig-latin that was."
Enid kneed her painfully in the stomach.
"Don't you ever, ever, EVER, DO THAT TO ME AGAIN, Mrs!" Enid was practically screaming.
Her voice then broke into a hoarse whisper. "I thought you were dead."
"I was dead, dumbass".
The sharp slap Wednesday received in response was worth it.
Enid still glared at her, tears at the corners of her red and puffy eyes, so Wednesday broke the silence.
"Ready to catch a stalker?"
"No. I'm ready to torture and bloody murder a stalker."
Wednesday smiled and french kissed her wife.