"Where the hell have you been?"

Wednesday's murderous stare frightens the hell out of Enid, but this state of shock lasts only a few seconds when she sees Wednesday covered and pregnant with blood.

"Oh my God! Wednesday! What happened to you? Whose blood is all this?"

Enid snaps forward but the moment I put a hand on Wednesday's shoulder, she opens her eyes wide, which turn back to white, her head snaps upward and her completely stiffened and convulsing body falls fortunately into Enid's arms.

Wednesday was somewhat surprised; it had been a while since she had had any visions, and then this one was not similar to the ones she had had before, and she certainly did not expect to be faced with....

"Goody? I understood that I will never be there again magazines."

The girl in front of her is practically the blank version of her, and hearing Wednesday's words, she looks at herself as if she is not aware of what she looks like.

"Oh well, actually I do look like Goody, but I'm not her quiet, what you're having is yes a psychic vision but it's neither of the future in the past, it's a vision of the inner self."

Wednesday advances some ominous steps.

"What a vomitous thing are you saying?"

The girl with Goody's appearance raises her hands and takes a few steps back.

"Easy girl..... I know it sounds silly but in theory I'm all that part of you that you hate and have always repressed and that your bond with Enid and the Addams curse made it take a little extra space in your head, I'm kind of the you if you weren't an Addams."

Wednesday's look of pure disgust was beautiful to the other.
After all, for her that was a part that had never existed before Enid, it was the blonde who had caused that little glimmer of light to come on in her.

"Yes...most likely I took Goody's appearance and we find ourselves in this foggy forest, in front of Crackstone's crypt, because your subconscious when you had the vision reconnected everything to these events, most likely you gave me this appearance but we are in my...in our subconscious and in the end we can be where and how we want to be."

All of a sudden they found themselves in their dorm room, Wednesday sitting on her bed while Goody, who now looked totally different, was sitting on Enid's bed.

"Where do you get this aspect from instead?"

The girl who was looking at her new manicure at the time brings her attention to Wednesday.

"Most likely you must have seen this kind of outfit and these beautiful, amazing nails in some of Enid's magazines."

Again Wednesday had the feeling of vomiting, accompanied by a strong feeling of wanting to commit suicide knowing that what was in front of her was a part of her.
A girl with brown rather than raven hair, a complexion no longer cadaverous but Latin American, a fashionable outfit, beautiful red nails with white patterns.

"You can't really be a part of me, you're all I can hate, not even Enid is that irritating."

"Enid is your perfect torture and everything you loathe, let's say you so much that she comes full circle and becomes perfect for you. You love torture and what better than to be paired for eternity with the person who is your perfect living torture."

On Wednesday, you can't pinch off a word, the reasoning of she inner self runs too smoothly in she Addams mind.

"By the way, one thing I didn't tell you.... this vision was caused by Goody, you won't be able to see her anymore anyway or make contact with her but she keeps guiding you or at least tries to but you're more stubborn than a mule--than a headless mule."

Wednesday is a momentary recovery.

"In what sense does she continue to guide me? After she saved me and helped me against Crackstone, I no longer received any signal from her."

An amused, knowing grin pops up on the face of the inner Wednesday.

"The Addams curse, who do you think put it on you?"

Raven's gaze darkens, unkind thoughts begin to form within her for her ancestor.

"You mean it was Goody who cursed me to Enid? Is that her thanks for tying up her loose ends?!"

A pulsating vein on Wednesday's temple appears overbearingly and sets off an alarm bell in the Latina.

"O quiet it is not what you think, the Addams curse is much more complicated than you can imagine. You must understand that the line is Addams blood is perhaps the purest and most pregnant with both black and white magic in the world, literally an Addams can practice any kind of magic, from sacrificial magic, to blood magic, to dark magic, to white magic, any kind of magic. Although these practices have been lost over the years, you if you wanted could learn them all!"

"I know Goody was a witch but honestly after her my family avoided practicing magic, it attracts a little too much hate and attention from the normals, but what does that have to do with Enid?"

"Ohhhh...... Goody was powerful but compared to your potential it was no big deal. Anyway, I know these things because of Goody, as I told you she is somehow still connected to you and I am the part of you that can still hear her because she is the only one willing to listen to the signals.
As for Enid, on the other hand, you have to understand that per se the Addams curse does not exist..."

Wednesday's throbbing vein diminishes but the tilt of the girl's head ensues; she is more than sure that she has read book after book, diary after diary that spoke of the curse.

"And that's why it can't be broken, it's the ancestors actually that push us toward who we really love and that they know, because they know pretty much anything, that this person loves us equally, or even superiorly, that's why they made the curse, if we still want to call it a curse, bind you to Enid.
They do all this to prevent the progeny and therefore the power of the Addams from falling into the wrong hands
They cannot say the same about her wolf, that is a whole other part of the supernatural over which they have no power or knowledge but the wolf must have felt your true feelings and chosen you."

And there it is again, that wonderful and intimidating pulsing streak that so much does not disguise from a nuclear bomb timer.

"Real feelings? Please! According to what true feelings should Enid's wolf have chosen me? Contempt? Hatred? Irritation toward her human side? Give me a break, this is just a horrible twist of fate and I will make sure to break it! So if you're really in touch with Goody kind of...mhm? boh? Model.jpeg out of one of Enid's pop magazines, see if you can relay the message to her!"

Wednesday Addams had just lost her stoic composure, her voice tones were altered, and she had acted like a normal irritated teenager.

"Well, the fact that you are calling me a model is very self-centered since technically I would be you if only you would dress fashionably and take care of your body, after all this is your natural complexion, I remind you that your bloodline is Mexican so you shouldn't have cadaverous white skin, or at least, not cadaverous to that extent, even your mother is not that white although this is a trait in her family.
In any case, no! Either without the curse or without the wolf bond, you and Enid were developing something, maybe years or decades would have passed, maybe you would have had other partners, maybe you would have fallen into the arms of another serial killer or psychopathic monster that you would have stumbled into from here on out with your horrendous fixation of poking yourself in every horrendous murder case that comes your way, but let me remind you that just the inkling that there was something wrong with Enid made you leave armed to the teeth to take on a pack of werewolves to get her to safety! Need I say more?"

On Wednesday she is cornered again, albeit looking, to her credit, senile, the one she was arguing with still remained a part of her, so she knows what keys she presses and how to win an argument.

"I would say your arguments are.... Sofficiating
Well if Enid really is the person I'm meant to be....I would say that deranged people who turn into killer monsters are my type."

The brunette pouts annoyed.

"It's not nice that you just called poor Enid deranged, I remind you that she is the girl we love."

Wednesday had figured out that that was she subconscious, so materializing a knife to throw at she counterpart was not so complicated, even if the unsuccessful outcome was a foregone conclusion.

"I'm surprised you didn't do it earlier sincerely."

"Enid is the person YOU love I would like to emphasize and remember that you make up I think 0.01% of my person so you have no say in the matter!"

The other takes a step toward the raven this time also slightly offended.

"Yeah too bad that not even 0.01% of what's left is not in love lost with Enid."

Wednesday stiffens even more and takes a step away from the other.

"I was actually beginning to feel some affection for her, but nothing more than the affection one might have for a pet indeed if not more to a houseplant."

Inner Wednesday taunts her with a sneer.

"Say what you will, that hug was seen by pretty much the whole school and there was more gay romance vibe in that hug than in 10 gay pride events combined."

Wednesday made a really disgusted expression.

"To feel so much pop culture vomit coming out of a face so similar to mine is beyond horrible and not the kind I like. However, that hug was a moment of weakness dictated by my mental state and the copious amount of blood I had lost."

"Go ahead and say what you want, meanwhile at first you rejected her, then you looked into her eyes and something clicked in your brain, that something was me, but I never told you or pushed you to hug her back or start developing certain feelings for her, you did it all by yourself!"

Wednesday struts about, in the usual way she puffs up she chest wanting to make the other perceive all she disappointment.

"You don't need to use nonverbal language, I remind you that we are the same person, please loosen up a little bit, my back is bothering me with that stiff posture you always keep. Another thing I know is that you were cursing the bond to make you feel this feeling of anguish about being away from Enid, but you should know that it was not the fault of the ancestors ergo the curse that you were going crazy because you couldn't find Enid. It wasn't Goody or anyone else that made you go crazy for missing Enid, that was your usual obsessive-compulsive-possessive mania that you have always had toward what you are attached to."

The Latina's mocking smile sent Wednesday into a rage.

"You are lying!"

The smug smile that widened on the inner Wednesday is that of someone so satisfied, no, so filled with enjoyment at seeing the terror of realization on the other's face.

"Oh my girl, you know very well that I am not lying."

On Wednesday she felt like chains breaking, chains that bound her heart. Those chains that after Nero's death, that after many other disappointments that normal society had brought her, had tightened around it preventing it from feeling any emotion but hatred and contempt. Now it was pumping a new feeling, a new emotion that Wednesday did not want to repudiate because this was pure darkness. An obsession, something beyond sick, a feeling actually so pure and so dark that Wednesday had to, wanted to accept it. She knew that she had been born, that her heart had been born to pump this dark force into her veins and into every single one of her cells and atoms.

At that moment Wednesday was forcibly dragged out of the vision and found herself on her bed in clean clothes, beside her her mother Morticia and father Gomez. Her right hand clasped in Enid's hands, staring at her with eyes out of their sockets and the most worried expression she had ever seen.

"Wednesday you scared me to death! What the heck happened?"

Wednesday cannot utter a word, cannot help but look at Enid without feeling feelings that now that she is lucid again she does not fully accept. Immediately she slumps backward on the pillow closing her eyes, her left hand snapping to her chest clutching her shirt while her right hand fails to let go of Enid's hand but not because the she-wolf won't let go but because it is Wednesday herself who clutches it even tighter with no intention of letting go.

"she's not having another vision, is she? Morticia tell me she's okay?"

"I don't think she's having another vision, I think she's just...um. I honestly don't know what's going on with her."

Morticia worriedly reaches out a hand toward her daughter's face, touching her forehead.

"Gomez! Darling love she is alive! Her temperature is that of a normal person!"

Gomez is also seriously beginning to worry.

"Wednesday, my little poisonous viper, tell us what's going on."

"Mother, father, I'm more than okay right now. but I would ask you to please leave me and Enid to talk alone for a while."

Morticia and Gomez a moment refreshed by their daughter's strong, assertive tone, barely nod their heads before hand in hand they leave the room.

"Wednesday?"

Still without letting go of Enid's hand, Wednesday reopened her eyes, however, turning on her side giving her back to the girl.

"We need to talk, and if it's not clear, about what's happening between us."

Enid gives a weak smile.

"I think I can imagine it."

"And it won't be the last one either I'm afraid."

Enid was ready for the worst, now she has a question mark drawn on her face.

"Okay...now I'm confused. Manny told me you were going crazy looking for me but with the curse I thought you had it under control."

Wednesday sighs disconsolately, Enid will never change.

"I guess Manny is the house, I should have guessed you had come up with a silly nickname for him. However, just as you had an enlightening conversation with an otherworldly being, I had mine and came to a conclusion and I tell you this, listen well to my words, brand them in your mind because I will not repeat them again!"

Toward the last few sentences Wednesday's tone had changed, it was that of a normal person, an agitated girl, a teenager who was about to declare her emotions, in Wednesday's case the first emotions she really accepted.

Finally the raven pulls herself up altogether and turns to look Enid in the eye, the shocked she-wolf does not know how to react and does not really know what Wednesday might say to her, perhaps she wants to kill her, perhaps she has found a way to break the bond, all unpleasant prospects.

"First though, I want to hear how you really feel, bonding aside, before I realized your wolf chose me, how did you feel about me?"

Enid lowers her head and shifts her gaze elsewhere.

"I loved Ajax or at least had a big crush on Ajax.... But you from the first day I saw you, from the moment you walked through our dormitory door, I did nothing but wonder what I could do to make you happy, it wasn't even: to make your stay the most pleasant or to give you the warmest welcome. Literally the question I asked myself the first moment I met your eyes was: What can I do to make you happy?"

Wednesday reaches out a hand, takes Enid's face and gently pulls it up until their gazes meet again, until the darkness of Wednesday Addams' eyes joined the sapphire of Enid Sinclair's eyes.

"Enid Sinclair I love you, I Wednesday Addams love you. I am madly, in a sick and obsessive way in love with you.
I chose you, it wasn't fate, it wasn't a stupid curse, it wasn't my ancestors who chose you, it wasn't them who manipulated my feelings for you, our destinies only guided us toward something that would have happened anyway, even if we had been born at opposite poles of the world, even if we had been normals, we would have found each other and at least me, I would always fall in love with you. You are more important to me than crows mean to Poe, you are more important to me than Nevermore was to Dean Weems..... you are more important to me than my mother is to my father."

Enid loses one, two, three, her heart stops beating.

"You Enid are made for me, just as I am made for you. Once when I was a little girl, when my mom told me that I, too, would someday, despite my black heart, marry someone I really loved because that was my destiny, I told her that if I really had to marry someone it would be the one who inflicted the perfect torture on me, and you Enid Sinclair dress in bright, blinding, psychedelic colors, you listen to terribly cheerful music that brings happiness to people, you are friendly, selfless, you love your neighbor, you are my living torture, so let's say my prediction came true, I was bound and most likely destined to marry my perfect torture, a wonderful girl and poison icing on the cake, you are beautiful with or without claws and fangs."

Enid is open-mouthed, her heart has ascended to heaven and at the same time descended to hell. Everything was expected minus a heart-to-heart talk from Wednesday Addams.

"I don't know what to say Wednesday, it's true maybe I can work on emotions better than you however I can't believe that you were able to process something like that."

Wednesday rolls she eyes but nods in agreement.

"We can say that I had help from within and from above...... or below I'm not sure, I think more from below."

Enid laughs imagining what demon from hell her companion must have turned to for such a revelation.

"Okay maybe we'll talk about that.... you said you love me..."

"Let it be enough for a long time, I won't repeat it again."

Enid stutters, yes slowly leaning toward Wednesday without any kind of intent, she just wants to get closer.

"That you are hopelessly..... obsessively....possessively.... in love with..... me."

Wednesday backs away slightly in response.

"This is going to take me a little longer, we can hold hands if you want -- in private and without anyone knowing."

Enid falls from the clouds.

"Huh? What?"

Only at that moment does she realize that she is 2 cm away from kissing Wednesday and literally turns redder than the blood the girl had on her a few hours earlier. With a leap she jumps back, letting go of Wednesday's hand, leaving the raven-haired girl somewhat disappointed.

"I here, I'm glad that you accepted this, in fact I too believe that.... even without the wolf bond I would have fallen in love with you, because...... I love you too Wednesday Addams, however here.... as I imagine it will be hard for you to process this..... We..... it's hard for me, too, and I'm not going to force anything on you but I just want now to be able to hold you like that night."

"Enid let me be clear about one thing, today, these last hours before we should confront my parents, because I would like to inform them at least about this, will be your last opportunities for you to have physical contact with me without my giving you verbal or otherwise explicit consent."

Enid barely let her finish her sentence and launched herself at Wednesday. She inhaled her scent by rubbing her nose on her neck, Wednesday too without knowing that this was a way of wolves to show affection did the same thing, rubbing her nose on Enid's neck, inhaling her smell, that smell that usually bothered her, that sweet, candid smell that always nauseated her, at that moment it made her feel good, at home, at last Wednesday Addams could say that she had found her darkness, the darkness that would welcome her, guard her and protect her, a darkness that would be given to her by Enid's shadow. Wednesday runs her arms around Enid's waist and holds her close, and they both gently drop onto the bed, drawing closer and closer together.

Many would think that at that moment the thoughts that plagued Enid's mind had been multiple, whipping around with the force of a thousand hurricanes, but it was not so, in her mind there was a becalmed sea, a sea composed of a single thought: that Wednesday Addams loved her, the person who not even in her wildest and craziest nightmares or dreams would ever have thought she would want by her side. After all, however, it was over even before it began, even before she felt the connection, even before she really began to bond with the girl, she had understood that this person, that Wednesday Addams should remain by her side, as a friend, acquaintance, lover, in any case Enid had understood it from the first moment she met her gaze. she understood that the only thing she wanted was to keep her by she side, for she was she and she alone, she could hear her wolf howling and howling, she couldn't wait to come out to howl to the moon about she love and to be able to claim her. She understood many things; she remembered a little note she read years ago, when the problem of the delay of her transformation began to creep into her parents' minds and conversations. In an old book she had at home it was written that many times the wolves destined to make a strong bond with their mate would not transform until the mate was formed, until the mate was found and the bond accepted. Enid at that moment was too lost in Wednesday, but her subconscious understood, her wolf was not late, she was not weak, she was waiting for Wednesday, she was waiting for her because her first howl to the moon would have to be her name, it would have to be the name of her mate, a hymn to her love for him or rather for her. Although Enid that night did not realize the true nature of the feelings that drove her to face a monster like a Hyde, her wolf was well aware of it and that is why she agreed to transform without the bond even being felt, because at that moment only the wolf knew that Wednesday Addams was meant for her.

The two girls continued cuddling, rubbing and gently caressing each other until one with their foreheads resting on the other, after looking into each other's eyes one last time, with their legs intertwined and their hands joined, they fell asleep blissful with this newly revealed union of theirs.