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Wednesday Addams was many things. A homicidal maniac for one, a powerhouse descendant from a long line of incredible witches, a danger to all life form, and so on and so forth.
But most of all, she was very stubborn- especially in regards to her carefully curated routine. She hated when there were even minute disturbances- like dinner being served 5 minutes before 8:03pm sharp, when it was supposed to be.
She would awaken at roughly 5:30 in the morning, devoted 10 of the following minutes to stare at the ceiling and contemplate the worlds meaning and the subsidiary humans inhabiting it, and then would rise to dress. It didn't take long- usually 5 minutes or so, before sitting at the vanity to meticulously do her braids so not a hair was out of place. That took an hour, including fluffing and brushing her bangs to perfection.
Soon after, she would head downstairs to eat before the rest of her family rose from their sleep, and then headed out to the vast field behind the manor to shoot arrows at nearby birds.
Eventually, she would go off to school; heralded by Lurch with Pugsley by her side into that public school hell-hole that was running rampant with the hormonal teenage species.
It was disgusting, a curriculum far too simple-minded and an insult to the education system as a whole.
She spent most of it creating scenarios in her head that usually involved something stomach turning. It was so relaxing.
She'd return home by 3:30pm sharp and continue with her activities of tuning her torture skills, practicing the cello, experimenting on Pugsley, teaching Pubert how to perform autopsies (he was a bit late to it, after all, already 4), and then would spend an hour diligently working on her novel, fed at 7, asleep by 9:30.
But- due to an unfortunate mishap with letting her menagerie of piranha go for a dip in the school pool- she was now expelled.
And actively being thrust from routine, into a stuffy uniform and within her legacy; Nevermore Academy.
To say Wednesday was mad would be a severe understatement.
She felt the fury, the rage, boiling under her skin and coursing red-hot through her veins like some kind of bubonic plague about to eat her alive.
Well, one could only hope anyway.
Morticia and Gomez Addams were a horrible sight for sore eyes. The sickening stench of love coming from them made Wednesday often gag on impulse. The way they devoured each other in hungry gazes and fleeting touches was enough to make Wednesday want to gauge her own eyes out and ask Thing to throw them in the nearby lake, or turn them into a gorgeous pair of gooey earrings.
But alas, she needed them to carry on writing her novel. Although, she could always ask Thing to help her finish it...but no it wouldn't be up to her normal standard. He wasn't very creative, much more hands on. Her eyes would have to stay.
Morticia tsked, eyes tender upon her daughter. "Oh don't look so glum, my little devil. You have brought this upon yourself."
Gomez bounced a bit on the spot like an excitable child- no wonder Pugsley was so painful to exist around, a spitting image of their patriarch.
"Oh, my little scorpion, you are going to love it here! It's where-"
"-Where you and mother met, I know." She drawled in her usual monotone.
She wasn't too interested in hearing for the million and tenth time every spot he told her he loved her, although on occasion it came with the gleeful tale of trying to kill her in his show of great affections.
She moved her body to face the window, letting her eyes fall to the scenery outside the window. Long gone were the wide, deserted plains of her lonely and cold childhood, and ushering in were trees and colour and god, living wildlife.
How she already missed her moving bear rug.
Morticia leant forward, hovering her hand over Wednesday's, smiling, "Dont worry my darling woe, I'm sure you will find someone just as horrid as you to spend your dreadfully long sorrows with."
"No." She said, voice clipped and a bit loud, without hesitation and a sickening feeling in her chest at the thought. She would not become like her parents-
She had sworn love off for as long as she could remember. From the advances of boys in her prepubescent days, and for as long as she shall live in mortal peril.
Love was a disgusting feeling. One that did not torture her pleasantly, or offer the delicious stabbing pain of heartache.
It required offering her heart to someone who would never truly understand her, and have to pretend fo care for them in return. Something she did not do, empathy, that is.
Gomez sighed wistfully, pulling his daughter from her reverie. "At the very least- there will be hundreds of new creatures to torture and torment."
Her lips quirked, eyes widening and settling with a new light. "Promise?"
Gomez nodded vigorously, eyes bleeding with adoration as he regarded his heir, "Of course, my little rain cloud. And if not- we will send someone for you to promptly burry alive."
Her heart swelled at that, settling back in the seats for the rest of the drive.
Nervemore was foreboding- a large academy with a woman who looked like she was plucked from the Amazons towering by the front entrance. She looked stuffy and stiff and was as glaring to look at as snow in the sunlight.
They slipped from the vintage car,
Wednesday taking a deep breath and being assaulted by the smell of sweet flowers and a freshly mowed lawn. It made her sick.
She would of much preferred the scent of decaying flesh, perhaps a bird who flew into the window and was left for days in the blistering sun, or a raccoon that buried itself in the vents to waste away.
"Morticia Addams. You haven't changed a bit. Well, I do of course see some crows feet but age befalls us all I suppose."Standing in front of Morticia, wearing a long, expensive-looking coat, the Amazonian-tall woman smirked down at her.
Being taller then Morticia was something even Lurch hadn't been able to do. Morticia seemed downtrodden at that. Wednesday liked the woman already.
"How strange, Principle Weems. I haven't carried crows feet on me since it was said that it bought good luck and fortune." Morticia answered with a smirk of her own.
The principal's smirk slightly dimmed and then she turned, gaze casted down to Wednesday, who craned her neck back to meet blue eyes.
"You must be Wednesday. You are the spitting image of your mother at that age." Principle Weems said with a practiced smile on her face.
"What a horrible thing to say." Wednesday replies, bristling at the insult.
Morticia and Gomez looked at Wednesday with a fond look in their eye as Morticia put her gloved hand just hovering above Wednesday's shoulder. She knew better than to touch her.
"This is my darling, little scorpion. Please mind her sting. She just needs time." Morticia glanced at Principle Weems with a gleam in her eye. Principle Weems seemed to understand as she gave an inconspicuous nod.
"I will have Enid, our student council president, give Wednesday a tour. She is very welcoming and will have you feeling at home in no time." Principle Weems looked down at Wednesday with a surprisingly genuine smile.
"I doubt that."
Principal Weems checks her watch, frowning.
"She should be here by now... it's very unlike her to run late."
Wednesday clicks her teeth, humming. "Not a very promising look for your academy, principal."
Principal Weem flushes in silent anger. Pale, blonde people were Wednesday's favourite to rile up. They werent able to hide their feelings when their own blood flow betrayed them.
"Well- I'm sure she'll turn up eventually. Feel free to explore the campus-" She quickly raised a hand to silence whatever cogs she could hear turning in Wednesday's mind, "-but do note if you stray too far, our protective barrier will alert us."
Wednesday made a sort of noise in the back of her throat- Addams form of laughter, "Oh, how lovely! The school is a zoo enclosure."
She slowed her words, narrowing a glare at her parents that smiled all the wider.
"You will find our grounds are very large. We have to accommodate all sorts of very quick creatures."
Weems stepped back to give the family a semblance of privacy while they said their goodbyes.
It apparently wasn't needed.
"Mother. Father. I despise you both." Wednesday said without a hint of emotion in her voice.
"And we love you too, my little viper. Home will not be the same without you. We might finally get the stench of decay out of the carpets. How sad." Morticia, Wednesday's mother said with a smile at her daughter.
"The neighbors cats might finally live past their first birthday." Gomez chuckled as he too, looked at his daughter fondly.
"What a shame I won't be there to change that."
What a strange family, Weems notes with a sigh as she dissapears into the building wordlesssly.
Wednesday wonders where to start, looking around at the bustling student body.
Revolting.
She headed for the woods.
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Enid Sinclair was quick- a great beast with jaws strong enough to tear through bone, and fangs the size of a regular old normie's face, her adrenaline was spiking as she ran after Yoko- her eyes narrowed into pinpoints and teeth clenching so hard she swore she could feel her gums caving in. She was never ever this angry.
She was the sweet little blonde Lycan girl- smallest of her pack, and beloved by all. She was on a regular day patient and kind, but for some ungodly reason, the stupid vampire she regretfully called her best friend had been pushing her buttons more and more lately and she finally snapped. Taking paints was one thing, destroying her canvas was another.
Yoko, the elder and the wiser, seemed to be unpredictable and poised in her moves. She ducked beneath branches and lept over fallen tree trunks and disarrayed logs as if it were nothing. And even with her enhanced abilities, the younger of the pair was incapable of deciphering where the graceful vampire would go next.
Nor could she possible stop either of them from sending the unsuspecting brunette flying two-thirds deep into the forest from the impact of hundred year old bitch.