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October 31st, ????
She’d only realized her mistake after she set the wine glass down and looked into the eyes of who she thought was the love of her life.
Only to find someone she didn’t recognize.
The bitter taste in her mouth was almost indistinguishable from the man looking across from her with the wickedest smile she’d ever seen, or was it the wine she had drank.
Almonds came to mind.
“The wine.” She decided unknowingly saying her thought out loud.
“Do you like it?” He asked gently a juxtapose of the look he was giving her.
She opened her mouth to speak again but her throat seemed to be the first thing to give out.
She looked around the dining table at all the smiling faces surrounding her, her mother, her dad, her best friend, numerous others, I mean this was a wedding after all.
He frowned.
“What’s wrong Wednesday you don’t look so good?” He asked concerningly.
It even matched his eyes, but only for a second.
She tried to speak again but nothing came out.
Her hearing seemed to be impaired as well she could only faintly hear him, as she read her husband’s lips as he gestured for a waiter to get her a glass of water.
By this time the table was all looking at her concerned as her vision blurred dramatically.
She cursed herself wondering why she hadn’t seen this coming, when did she put on the blinders and let her guard down.
She went to stand and immediately was formally greeted with the ground.
“Oh my God, Bestie!!” Enid screamed rushing over to her along with everyone else.
Tyler immediately grabbed her hand and checked her forehead with the other.
“G-go-” Wednesday tried to get out.
“Your heard her, Everyone leave, give her space and call an ambulance!” He yelled forcefully.
She almost believed him herself.
She watched as everyone obeyed his orders and left, left her alone with a complete and total stranger.
Once the room quieted and the last persons footsteps receded he grabbed her other hand and rested his forehead on top of them, she was completely paralyzed now.
“Wednesday.” He said mournfully.
She almost swore she was in a bad theater performance, the plot was all wrong, and the acting was no-
The actor was horrible.
“Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday.” He said through tears, his voice filled with sorrow.
All she could do was lay there listening to his crying wondering how long she had because she didn’t want her last moments on earth tainted with such mediocre acting.
Yes the acting was truly horrible.
Or so she had thought.
She suddenly heard his crying shift into one of pure laughter and it was only then she realized those weren’t tears of sorrow but complete tears of laughter.
She wished she could still use her arms.
She would’ve clapped.
“Wednesday.” He laughed releasing her hands as he wiped his tears.
“I’m sorry.” He could barely get it out through his chuckling. “I’m sorry it’s just, do you have any idea how long I've waited for this moment?”
If he had of asked this question earlier, she would’ve smiled, now all she could do was stare into his glossy eyes and smug smile of satisfaction.
“6 long years.” He answered standing up looking down on her with sudden disgust.
“6 years of attending all of your bullshit dances, listening to your entitled families lies, as you look down your noses on the rest of society.” He bitterly spewed.
He looks at her motionless face and he sighs.
“I regret giving you such a small dosage but I wanted you to suffer.” He admitted. “And listen.”
He drug a chair from the table over next to her and sat giving a quick glance at his watch.
“The ambulance should be here in about 8 minutes, I timed their response when your father had that stair incident.” He said. “Don’t worry, I actually didn’t do that one.”
“But Xavier on the other hand, sadly he had to go, but from the way he clung to you like a puppy, I didn’t think you’d mind.” He shrugged.
“G-go”
“I wouldn’t talk if I were you, the poison’ll spread faster, not that it matters, you only have 6 minutes left.” He informed.
His eyes widened ,“Oops, I probably should’ve timed poisoning you better huh?” He feigned remorse.
“But seriously.” His tone darkening. “Did you believe me? Did you fall for me?” He asked his tone genuinely curious.
He sighs again, “Your probably wonder why I'm doing this huh?” He continues, “Why a absolute nobody who seduced the ice queen of the most beloved Addams family would stoop to such low levels.”
“You know at first, I’d wake up, having envisioned this moment in my dreams, the day I bring the entire Addams family down for what you all did to my mother.” He said. “Yes my mother, worked for your family for quite a while, but you probably don’t remember her, you were around my age when she committed suicide.” He said.
“I was 7.” He whispered.
“And my mom begged your family for help, she wasn’t well, and all she wanted was some time but your family wouldn’t give it to her.” He spat shooting out of his chair but not before coughing himself.
“So she continued to work, clean your rooms, prepare your tables for all your rich friends and family, scrub the floors as people tracked mud through the halls until she snapped and jumped off the roof of this very house.” His voice was unhinged now, as he paced around her in anger.
“She worked so hard after my father’s illness, just to provide us with food, and all she wanted was some time to breathe and a raise.” He paused in his pacing and sat back down on his chair. “But you people couldn’t even do that.” He hissed running a tired hand through his curly locks.
Another cough escaped him and it wasn’t lost on her that he appeared to be sweating.
“Your parents did pay for her funeral, I mean it was the least they could do after they drove her into madness right?” He scoffed, “But that’s the day I met you.” He said looking at Wednesday’s eyes slightly widen at that.
“Told you you wouldn’t remember, but yes that was our first meeting, though, you didn’t see me.” He explained. “But I saw you, a gloomy girl holding onto a decapitated doll all by herself while my mother was lowered into the ground.”
“I found you odd, and wondered just maybe you were as isolated as me, until I remembered that couldn’t be possible, your an Addams, one of the richest families around, and also the daughter of the family that killed my mother.” His face looks flushed as he continues.
“I carried that resentment with me for a while, but eventually my dad moved us out of town and away from everything that brought me hell..until the day you walked through my job’s doors at that café. And suddenly everything came flooding back.”
“So that’s when I thought of a plan, get you to fall for me, trust me, which you did, but to do that, I had to spend so much time with you and it honestly made me sick at first, It was exhausting pretending I didn’t hate you, hate you and your entire family for what happened.” He laughed out another cough and she swore she saw blood.
“But overtime the more I spent with you I realized you were just as miserable and misunderstood as me, I saw the looks people gave you as you walked down the street, the boys who’d try and charm you just because your rich, and the smiles you’d receive well…they were always out of fear and I realized maybe we weren’t that different.” His voice was hoarse.
The sounds of an ambulance could just barely be heard in the far distance as Tyler looked at his watch.
“But by then, it was too late, I was already in way too deep so I had to keep going right?” He asked but she realized not to her, only to himself.
“So I kept going, I baked you cakes, took you to dances, took you on dates, charmed your parents, saved up enough money to buy a ring that was suitable for an Addams and well…here we are.” He said almost tiredly.
“I even had our wedding on Halloween because I thought if you had to die, it might as well be on your favorite day, it’s nothing but pure coincidence it also happens to be a Wednesday this year.”
“Everything’s perfect your family would be shattered, you’d get your imaginative yet ironic death at your wedding that you always dreamed about and I'd get revenge for my mother.” He explained.
He suddenly chokes and coughs and this time a trail of blood drips out of his mouth.
He wipes his mouth and shakes his head, “It really would’ve been so perfect Wednesday…” his eyes meets hers again and this time the sadness is the realest she’s ever seen.
“If only I hadn’t of fell in love with you.” His voice raspy.
Her non existent heart nearly stops right there but she really wanted to hear the rest.
“I betrayed her..her memory, her hard work, for falling for the very girl who’s family killed her, so before I gave you yours, I took some as well.” He pulls out the vial that’s empty and she must say this is better than any plot twist she’s ever read.
He suddenly winces in pain and falls directly next to her as the sounds of sirens draw nearer.
It won’t be long now.
Her vision is nearly gone as her head is in complete agony.
“Well looks like we kept our vows huh?” He raspily laughs. “I mean death do us part right?”
She doesn’t care it’s taking the last few minutes off her lifespan she finally says it, “Go to hell.” She says.
He smiles holding her hand, and as loud voices suddenly begin drawing closer the last thing she hears next to her is-
“Of course, heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I.”
Before everything fades to black.
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Oooh boy this was a rollercoaster to write because there was so many ways I wanted to take it before I finally settled on this one.
I always thought it would be interesting to write an alternative version of Tyler’s betrayal if she had never found out it was him until like years later, of course there’s different themes and elements than the original and that’s mostly because I didn’t know if I wanted this to take place in the future of the show Wednesday, Or like way back in like the early 1900’s in like a era where nobles and royal families existed, so I kind of left the time period ambiguous.
I Also threw in some lines from the show, hope you caught those little gems.
Anyway I hope you enjoyed, if you have any other weyler fanfic ideas that I should write, let me know.