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Wednesday abruptly opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling above her.
For perhaps the third time in the week, she saw the same blonde girl who has been tormenting her mind.
The frequency of the visions were becoming unbearable. In the beginning, it happened once or twice every month. Nowadays, it would be considered a miracle if she managed to go a full week without the unknown girl’s undesirable presence in her thoughts.
It all began a few months ago.
It was late, Wednesday was walking through the woods behind the house she lived with her family and in a blink of an eye, she felt like she wasn’t in her own body anymore. The feeling intensified when she saw a girl she had never seen before in front of her, calling her name, telling her to come along.
Feeling dread was an ability lost long ago, but apprehension was present.
The unknown girl wasn’t the reason for it, Wednesday was by far the most dangerous being around, and maybe the “around” part was the motive for her apprehension.
It was way past midnight, Wednesday was alone just a few seconds ago, how could this girl come around unnoticed?
Her confusion managed to grow when she heard her name being called and the desire to answer was almost unstoppable.
She wanted to understand what was happening, her answer was already formed when, unexpectedly, she woke up.
She couldn’t recall ever falling but there she was, on the mud of the forest with a worried Pugsley on his knees by her side, asking if she was okay.
That was the first of several visions.
As months passed by, the frequency of the visions only grew bigger. She couldn’t understand why those visions were happening, she couldn’t understand who this girl was, why it was only her in the visions and what was the point of it all.
In the first few months, Wednesday was at her highest level of stress, she wanted answers, badly, and in a way, she could have them, but that would include asking help from her mother, Morticia, and she would rather die than do so.
On the day of her first vision, she discovered that beyond her heightened senses, which granted her an unparalleled perception, allowing her to see, hear, and feel with a superiority unmatched by anyone of her kind, that she inherited her mother’s power, that she could see the future.
Wednesday showed no emotion at the discovery, her usual blank expression was followed by an unexpressive “Interesting”, and soon after, she was back to her room.
She wouldn’t dare to show any type of emotions, but she had all the reasons to.
Gomez had the amazing ability to neutralize a person's senses, leaving them temporarily blind, deaf, mute, anything close to it. She had seen it a few times before, it was hypnotic.
Pugsley was once the happiest boy she had ever seen when he found out that nothing could impede his strength. The strength of a vampire was easily superior to a human being and Pugsley’s strength was easily superior to any vampire.
Yet, the universe was never by her side. Wednesday and Morticia never worked together, they were two strangers who once were mother and daughter.
This lack of a relationship could have been easily avoided if Morticia had respected Wednesday's last wish when she was on her deathbed.
“Don't turn me into one of your kind."
The rage Wednesday felt when she woke up a few days later was almost bigger than the thirst she was feeling.
The desire for human blood blinded her mind, and as gross as it sounded, that was what stopped her from potently ending her bloodline.
And speaking of the devil.
Wednesday could feel her mother’s presence getting closer and closer to her room, so she wasn’t surprised when she heard the older woman’s voice.
“Your uneasiness is palpable.” Morticia spoke, her voice holding a soft tone.
Wednesday couldn’t see her. She had her back to her bed, a book she was previously reading before the vision striked her, was open across her chest.
She made no move to answer. After almost one year of being haunted by the visions, Morticia had to know that her daughter blamed her for it.
And deep down, she knew it.
“What is it that is haunting you, my daughter?” The older woman tried this time with a question.
That was an interesting point. Nobody knew about the content of Wednesday’s visions. They knew she had them but they weren’t aware what the visions were about, she never bothered to tell them about it.
And it didn’t matter what happened, she doubted one day she would share it with them.
Wednesday could still feel Morticia’s presence in the room, and to avoid the woman walking in and sitting near her, she settled for a short answer, “Nothing.”
Her mother stood in silence, still close to the room’s open door.
The ceiling above Wednesday looked more interesting than she could have ever thought.
Morticia’s voice made itself present again, “Your father requires your presence downstairs.”
And not expecting an answer, the woman left the room with nothing else being said.
The act of breathing was one of the few things Wednesday hadn’t lost, but that wasn't because she wanted to keep a small part of her lost humanity with her, it was because she spent a significant time of her day near humans.
She didn’t hate school, she had no reasons to, she hated the fact that she needed to go to it.
Again, again and again.
The earlier she and her brother started attending a school in some small town, the longer they could live in it.
The teenagers were… insufferable, to be polite. There wasn’t bullying, on the contrary, some of them had tried to be friends with her, a few tried even more than just friendship.
But after being alive for a whole century, their behavior couldn’t be seen as something other than unbearable.
College has already crossed Wednesday’s mind, but that wouldn’t be possible considering the places they were now more than used to living. The small towns avoided attention but lacked universities, so it was safer for them to attend high school, again and again, according to Gomez.
Speaking of her father.
Wednesday slowly got up from her bed, grabbing her neatly folded coat from her bed and getting out of her room.
The house was full of windows, not by her choice, providing the view of the gray and cloudy sky for anyone inside the house to see.
The kitchen was definitely the most unnecessary place in the house, yet, for some reason, it was common to find the rest of her family there, as they were the moment Wednesday entered it.
“Wednesday.” Gomez's gentle voice acknowledged her presence.
Wednesday restringed herself to a mere nod and looked around the kitchen.
Morticia had her back turned to them, Gomez sat in one of the chairs close to the kitchen counter and across from him was Pugsley.
And Pubert.
Pubert McConnell.
Pubert was a friend of Pugsley, they met in the 90’s and instantly became best friends. For a while, everything was great, the blond boy didn’t know about who they really were and Pugsley was aware that after a few years, he would have to part ways with the boy.
He understood and accepted it.
After those few years had gone through, Pugsley was informed once again that their departure to another town was close, people were starting to notice and talk about how after 10 years they haven’t aged a single day.
Over again, Pugsley’s comprehension was clear.
A few weeks before their departure, the boy came back home in sheer despair, saying that Pubert had been attacked and that he doubted he would survive.
From that, everyone should have understood what Pugsley meant, he wanted Morticia to avoid his impending death, he wanted her to turn him into one of them.
Morticia, obviously, denied it.
It wasn’t a choice for them to make, they couldn’t save everyone they grew close to, they weren’t heroes, they were the opposite of it.
That was maybe the first time Wednesday saw her mother making the correct decision.
However, Pugsley wouldn’t give up that easily.
Turning someone into a vampire is a dangerous choice, you need self control to inject your venom in them and not draw all the blood from their body. Doing so requires experience, a newborn could never possess so much self control and even though Pugsley wasn’t one, his nervousness would never allow him to do so.
So, when Pugsley went to his room, closing the door behind him with so much strength it created a crack in the middle of it, Gomez and Morticia both thought he would accept that not everyone could be saved, that sometimes, you have to let the fate work its way, that he would simply mourn his best friend’s death and eventually, would be okay.
But in the next morning, when Morticia softly knocked on his door and no answer was heard, they all knew something was very wrong.
After a few hours of his disappearance, Pugsley came back home, with a groggy blond man in his hold.
The days after it were pure hell. Wednesday was the last in the family to be turned, she had never seen how a person acted after the venom began making effect, and in Pubert’s case, was terrifying.
Every single day for at least two months, Gomez had to take away all of his senses to avoid the boy from wreaking havoc and exposing their secret. It wasn’t an overstatement to say that Pubert almost drove all of them insane.
33 years later, Pubert called Morticia “Auntie Ticia”, Gomez “Uncle G” and Pugsley “Bro”.
He was used to calling Wednesday… “Wednesday”.
They were never close.
“Hey Sis.” Pugsley’s voice echoed through the room, carrying his usual warmth.
Wednesday was unaccustomed to the idea of smiling, she had always been, ever since before she became what she was.
A vampire, a monster.
A nod in her brother’s direction was her choice of an answer and before she could ask why her father demanded her presence in the kitchen, Pugsley spoke again.
“Are you coming with us?” He asked with a layer of excitement in his voice.
“To where?” Wednesday wondered, gazing from her brother to her father. Her mother was still doing something near the sink and Pubert observed their exchange.
“Hunting.” Gomez easily answered her question.
Oh, how fun.
Wednesday stopped herself from sighing, the act would clearly be noticed among them all.
She was habituated to sunking her teeth into some animal's jugular veins, after years of doing so. The activity was disgusting to even think about, however, if she refrained from doing so... the victim would be a human.
So, she settled for it, animal’s blood.
Yet, it wasn’t enough, it was never enough.
It's like when you're so tired, and you decide to grab a quick nap. You know it won't do much to shake off the fatigue; it just makes you crave a proper eight-hour sleep even more. Still, you go for it because it's either that power nap or nothing, and you know that if you indulge in the latter, it’ll be so hard to wake up.
So, animal’s blood would always do it. That quick nap.
Not that day, though.
“I won't be coming along.” Wednesday easily replied. She wasn’t in the mood for running after wild animals in the rain.
She fully blamed it on her vision of the blonde girl. Every vision brought up a new question, questions she had no answer for, that alone had the ability to leave her completely irritated.
“Are you sure of it? A storm is about to come up in a few hours from now, I’m sure it will only make your hunting more difficult.” Gomez's eyebrow was slightly raised, subtly trying to convince his daughter.
“I’m positive of my choice, I find myself devoid of appetite.” Wednesday formally responded.
The saying says that “old habits die hard” and the statement held true for Wednesday.
Her talking habits hadn’t changed much since the beginning of the 19th century, her formal way of speaking, her reserved attitude and extreme politeness drew attention from every single person she had once exchanged an interaction with.
She hated it more than anyone.
“I’ll leave this for you.” Morticia turned from the sink to face Wednesday, she had a blood bag in hands.
Wednesday deeply missed the day she felt nothing but pure disgust towards blood.
Instead, she simply reciprocated her mother’s gaze and turned to leave the kitchen, it wasn’t like she had anything to say.
But as she was leaving the space, she made the choice to recognize Pubert’s presence for the first time since she arrived there, giving him a quick glance, and perhaps, that wasn’t a good choice.
The blond haired man looked at her with dissatisfaction in his eyes, and just like a piece of cake, it was easy to understand his dissatisfaction came from her lack of a response towards Morticia keeping a blood bag for her.
Wednesday’s face was impassive as she and Pubert stared at each other.
She didn’t owe him satisfaction and she didn’t owe Morticia a thank you.
She didn’t ask for a blood bag, she didn't ask for none of this.
The tension was palpable and it only got worse when Pubert made the choice to say something.
“There’s something on my face?” The passive aggressive tone in his voice didn’t go unnoticed, and as polite as Wednesday was, she was about to give him an answer in the exact same tone.
However, whatever answer Wednesday had to give him was interrupted when Gomez got up from his chair, capturing the undivided attention of everyone for himself.
“Alright, let’s go.” Gomez clapped his hands once, looking from Wednesday to Pubert, ultimately ending whatever was happening between the two of them.
Wednesday broke the staring contest between her and the man, turning to leave the place as quickly as she could without using her overhuman speed.
She never had a problem with Pubert, he was just… there.
It was a choice made by her brother, and for that, they never had an option but to accept him in the family. Morticia and Gomez not once showed annoyance at his presence, it was quite the opposite, ever since the first moment, they always made sure to include him as much as they could in the family.
But something never allowed her to see him the same way the rest of her family did, she was never able to see him the way she saw Pugsley, as a bother.
Nevertheless, he was an Addams. Every time they moved to a new place, every time they went to a new school, her family introduced him as “Pubert Addams”, their adopted child, her blond brother.
So, there wasn’t much she could do about it, there wasn’t much she wanted to do about it. They were in the same clan, naturally, the respect was always mutual.
The majority of times.
Wednesday was already in her room when she heard the sound of the front door being closed.
For the next few hours the house would be empty. Their hunting process was never rushed, it had no reasons to.
The residence was well located, for them. The lack of close neighbors and the extensive forest behind the house benefited their comfort in not caring about being seen.
The lack of explorers was another point, they were never seen around because that specific part of the woods was known to have a handful of dead animals, said deaths definitely caused by a bear. No one dared to go there.
The local was a great choice, for obvious reasons.
Standing still in the middle of her room, Wednesday looked around, considering what she would do next.
She had time and privacy to do anything desirable, the room, marked by its considerable size, had plenty of unused objects, such as her bed, whose only purpose was to stack books and her coats.
The wall across the entrance was entirely made of clear windows and had an outside balcony, with double doors made, of course, of glass. That wasn’t her choice, it was already there when her parents bought the house. She didn’t hate it, but if she could choose, she would choose… not.
Wednesday's quick interaction with Pubert was long forgotten when she focused her eyes on the record player in front of her. There wasn’t much she wanted to do out of her room, so she settled for it, music.
Her once loud thoughts were rapidly shut when Luigi Boccherini’s sweet melody began.
Taking off her coat, she sat in the chair near her bed and turned her body in the direction of the glass wall. The open doors of the balcony allowed her to smell the rain that slowly began falling over the green thicket.
The melancholy of it all.
Wednesday closed her eyes for a moment, compelling her mind to be quiet, just for a few moments.
It was hard, though. It was hard to accept what happened to her, it was hard to accept that everything that happened to her was caused by the person who was supposed to avoid such a thing, by the person who was supposed to protect her.
Her mother’s selfish decision changed her life forever, it changed everyone’s life forever.
The pure, contained hatred she once felt for Morticia, with time, turned into contempt. Morticia didn’t take Wednesday's last wish in consideration, so Wednesday wouldn’t do the same regarding the woman’s feelings.
They were two inmates sentenced to life on the same cell block.
The idea of eternal life was romanticized for so many, yet, Wednesday couldn’t see a compelling reason for anyone to do so.
They could never sleep, they could never create a bond with someone again, the raw pleasure of doing something so simple as eating food was never a possibility again and dying would never be a choice.
That kind of life was worse than death.
It was pointless, it was dull, it was sad.
Some wouldn’t think so, but that’s what Wednesday felt.
Her existence in particular was a meaningless mess, an unnecessary danger to human kind.
These thoughts were frequent, she was more than used to them.
Losing herself in them was just as normal as losing track of time, and the sound of the front door being open was what brought her back to reality.
Her record player had already stopped a while ago, and even if it hadn’t, the sound of laughter coming from downstairs would still be audible, whether she wanted it, or not.
Pubert’s laugh was the one recognized first, followed by Pugsley.
Some say that laughter is contagious, however, her brothers’ laugh didn’t change the blank expression she had on her face.
Wednesday could hear Pubert and Pugsley’s voices, joking with each other, laughing at whatever they had done in the woods.
Her parents' voices were present as well, quietly laughing at whatever was being talked between the two young men.
Wednesday had no doubt they looked just like a typical family, coming back from a walk in the park or something similar. She could even almost see Morticia and Gomez proudly looking at them, proudly looking at their sons.
Jealousy was an unknown feeling for Wednesday, she couldn’t feel jealous of something she willingly chose to not participate in.
Wednesday couldn’t care less.
And she wished she could say the same about the feeling of belonging.
She never felt like she was one of them.
The reason for Wednesday's lack of expressions as their voices still echoed downstairs wasn’t because of jealousy, but misplacement.
No amount of effort was needed to realize Wednesday’s unhappiness. Being a vampire, the constant desire for human’s blood, the lack of normality, all of it led to a pitless torment.
If the Addams’ clan had a problem, she was that problem.
Wednesday knew she had to feed, but she wasn’t doing it today, she had no desire to see her family, not that day.
As she got up from her chair, going towards her bed, she felt the sudden change of atmosphere and instantly knew what it was.
Looking over her shoulder, she saw the blond girl, leaning against the railing of the outside balcony and giving her a smile.
Twice in just one day, that was new.
When Wednesday heard the girl calling her name, only one thing went through her mind:
I'm cursed.