Chapter 1: You make me smile.
Chapter Text
You make me smile
Fall out of bed, sing like a bird
Dizzy in my head, spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Oh, you make me smile
Mr. Addams knows several things about his daughter.
At five years old she has an intelligence that surpasses that of her own companions. Even that of many of the adults Gómez works with.
She's clever, spoiled, and tends to get away with it.
She's naughty, passionate about activities that get her attention, a ball of walking energy, and an emotional child, too emotional at rare times.
But what Gómez’s sure she isn't, is a bully, abuser or aggressor. As they call it these days.
She can be mean. But at her young age, she's learned not to make fun of others' shortcomings or flaws, especially when her family has a strong foundation of respect for quirks and oddities.
So when Director’s office, of the Institute that his daughter attends calls to arrange a meeting, Gómez is slightly puzzled.
Especially because they mention that Wednesday Addams, is a bully.
She hurt another child during a class.
An event that hadn't happened in a long time. Not since her classmates learned how dangerous it was to mess with an Addams.
The school has its policy, which is why it's unacceptable.
"Mr. and Mrs. Addams, thank you for coming with so little notice," a voice greeted at the door.
Gómez and Morticia turn their heads to observe a thirty-five-year-old woman, with gold hair in a tailored uniform. It’s Mrs. Evans, the director of the Institution.
Who kindly comes to shake hands with both parents, then crosses the room to sit in the chair on the other side of the mahogany desk.
It's Morticia Addams who starts. "We would like to know why you’ve called us here."
The Director nods her head. Her hands align perfectly with the papers on her desk. "Well, actually, we’ve had problems with Wednesday."
"What kind of problems?" Again it's Mrs.Addams who speaks.
The Director's lips form a thin line. "Of aggression."
"Of aggression." Gómez Addams repeats with skepticism, throwing a confused look at his wife. They’ve never raised their child to be violent. At least not at school. At home, they're open enough to let their little girl explore her abilities.
"Yes," Mrs. Evans confirms. "Wednesday has hurt one of her companions."
At this, Morticia and Gómez raise their eyebrows.
Wednesday, with her young age, has learned to deduce her companions naturally; can hurt their feelings with her harsh words. But it's a fact that this only happens when she's threatened, mocked by others. It's a defense mechanism.
A mechanism in defense of her early intelligence.
Morticia immediately jumps to her daughter's defense, saying. "Clearly, this is a mistake!; I'm sure this child must have provoked my daughter in some way."
"Oh no. Miss Mills, Wednesday's teacher, witnessed the whole incident," the principal assures her.
"What did Wednesday say?" Gómez asks.
"She refused to say a word about the incident."
Gómez says something unintelligible, moving his head vigorously. Morticia intervenes before her husband speaks again. "Since this is the first time this type of incident has happened, we ask that you not be so rigorous with your punishment," She continues after a pause. "I assure you that we will take care of imposing just punishment for our daughter...”
"Actually, it's the third time it’s happened," Mrs. Evans interrupts while watching Morticia closely. "Ms. Mills spoke with Wednesday on the first two occasions, when the incidents occured."
Morticia opens her mouth in amazement.
"However, given that the situation persists, I decided to call you in. Our Institution is recognized by its anti-abuse policy, so we do not tolerate this type of behavior."
"And what, specifically, did Wednesday do?" it's Gómez who asks. "Did she hit the boy?"
Morticia anxiously awaits her response. Mrs. Evans doesn't make them wait long.
"She pulled her hair, destroying her hairstyle. It's the second time she’s pushed her companion...”
But she doesn't manage to finish.
"Her companion’, are we talking about a girl?" Gómez huffs even more incredulously.
Even stranger. Her daughter only has one known male friend; otherwise, she stays away from the girls as much as possible. She complains about their hairstyles, smell, and voice as much as she can.
Mrs. Evans nods. "Enid Sinclair, known as Eni by all her classmates."
Morticia frowns. "I hadn't heard of her; Is she a new girl?"
"She is. It's her third week.”
After considering her answer for a few seconds, Morticia says "How do we know that it isn't she who incites this behavior in my daughter?"
Mrs. Evans sighs. She runs her hands through her perfectly combed hair.
"I have had the pleasure of talking with her several times. She's a very intelligent girl; I would call her brilliant," she pauses. "She moved from Chicago with her father two months ago, after her mother lost the battle she faced against cancer for three years." Her lips form a grimace. "This has made her shy and introverted, especially frail, so no, Mrs.Addams, it wasn't she who incited your daughter's behavior, especially since at no time did they speak."
Gómez's face falls momentarily. Morticia finds herself speechless, and allows herself to agree.
"Wednesday will be suspended for three days. I suggest that you talk to her in detail."
The legs of the girl with beautiful eyes bounce uncontrollably. One of her hands repeatedly touches her knee, while the other runs nervously through her black hair. She knows she’ll be in trouble.
In a lot of trouble, when her parents come home.
Nervously, she remembers.
Wednesday Addams stood up with a confident movement of her chair. There's confident on her face as she moved to the blackboard.
Ms. Mills took a step away, letting her sees the problem on the board.
<An addition. Too easy!> she said to herself. Mathematics is her forte, she's used to solving complex equations with her mother, so a small problem of a single figure is a piece of cake for her.
She took the chalk between her fingers.
And that was when Enid Sinclair decided to appear. "Sorry I'm late, Miss Mills." Her voice was a soft whisper from the door.
Her gaze rested on the ground while she moved her hands nervously. Her dress is white with little bees on it. Her gold hair is collected into two pigtails with matching bees, as well.
Wednesday's eyes get got bigger when the little girl looked up, being hypnotized; She’d never seen someone as cute as Enid before. Her blue eyes shione, she had a nervous smile and rosy cheeks. Her fists gripped the straps of her backpack.
Wednesday swallowed, trying to keep the chalk in her hands. When her eyes landed on Enid cheeks, her own face became hot.
Miss Mills said something, but Wednesday can't remember what. Her mind is blank. She doesn't know why, either.
Then Enid tilted her head and smiled. Wednesday's cheeks reddened even more.
The sound of the scoreboard against the ground and the laughter around her brought her back to reality.
She looked at her companions, at Enid, at the teacher and finally at the blackboard.
Suddenly Wednesday started to panic. The problem, she’s done it wrong.
"Ooohhh! The rare genius was wrong!" One of her companions made fun.
"For looking at Enid."
Wednesday almost ignored the comment, but then Enid's eyes turned sad, approaching her.
The laughter, and teasing continued. Wednesday looked at everyone equally. When the little hand of the blonde girl touched Wednesday's shoulder, her ears redaughterated, her heart beat fast and her face felt even hotter.
She hated her, hated her smile, her bee dress and her sad look.
Enid was about to touch her again, when Wednesday pushed her to the ground. "Don't touch me!" she yelled at her.
"Ohhh!" resounds in the room.
Wednesday's eyes opened wider when she saw the girl fall with her eyes full of tears.
Her smile faded when Wednesday stopped looking at her.
That was how she ended up in the director's office.
Morticia and Gómez find her sitting in the living room, playing casually with her hands.
"Are you well, Darling?" asks her mother with concern as Gómez drags a chair over and sits on it.
She responds quickly. "I'm fine, Mother."
Morticia hums without deciding whether to believe her or not. "You want to tell me what happened?"
Wednesday raises her hands, rejecting the question.
But she isn't having any of that. If Wednesday doesn't want to talk, she doesn't care. She wants explanations, and she wants them now.
"What did you do?; Why did you behave that way?" Her voice is hard. Gómez grimaces.
Wednesday doesn’t say a word. Her fingers drum on her pants.
It's Gómez who tries again. He almost smiles, reminding Wednesday of the routine of the good cop, bad cop, on that TV show that her father likes. "You’ll be punished for three days, mi querida niña. That doesn't only apply to school, but here, as well. Zero games, TV, and visits. Cero experiments at home, visits to the cemetery, any mischief your mind can conjure up is prohibited.You will remain locked in your room...”
Wednesday frowns. "Even if it's her fault?"
She doesn't say it, but Morticia knows she means Enid.
"What?"
She raises her eyebrows in a childish pout when she says. "Her fault."
"Why is that, mi niña preciosa?" Gómez inquires.
Wednesday looks at him carefully, then whispers. "I can't think."
Her mother sits next to her on the couch, gently taking her hands. "Why is that, darling?"
"In the playground when she stops and looks at me.," Wednesday begins. "I can't think." She pouts again. "I can't think of anything else."
Her mother smiles knowingly. Gómez's face has endless emotions written all over it.
"So you pushed her," her father concludes.
Wednesday almost looks embarrassed, but nods anyway.
That explains the situation. Her daughter, her little storm cloud, has a crush.
Oh! Not just any crush. Her first crush.
She’s so enchanted with the new girl that her brain is unable to stop to speak, so Wednesday doesn't react to it.
So she does what is the easiest to do, reject the unknown.
The Addams curse has come about very quickly this time.
Morticia smiles while Gómez's voice continues with the interrogation. "You pulled her hair, damaging her hairstyle. Why, cariño?"
Wednesday snorts. "James Robert and his friends make fun of her because of her pigtails," she complains, visibly upset. "I'm doing her a favor!" she assures, without losing her excuse.
"Of course!" her father makes fun.
"What about the ties?"
Wednesday sighs, frowns and glances at her father, who keeps an interrogative frown at her wife's words, clearly missing something.
"She carries them all the time." Her voice is low. "Those ugly ties of colors. When the sun passes through them, the reflection falls on my notebook, making a rainbow.”
"It's not pretty?" Gómez inquires with curiosity.
"No," she says under her breath with a shrug. "It distracts me and doesn't let me think, so I took them off her."
"Wednesday!"
"She’s in front of me in all classes." She excuses herself quickly.
Morticia doesn't buy it. There is something else her daughter isn't saying. She lets go of her hands and crosses her arms. Giving her what both father and daughter describe as <The look>.
Wednesday sighs in defeat. "Her hair is pretty… when it’s loose." Her face warms at the admission. "It smells like flowers. I like it." Again she is ashamed.
Morticia smiles broadly.
Gómez rolls his eyes, but after a few seconds he also smiles.
Two incidents down, one incident remains to be told. "What happened this time?"
"I hate her," she declares quickly, changing the environment. Morticia turns to her with her eyes open wide. Wow!
"She distracted me again, she made me make a mistake.," she complains, crossing her arms.
Her father gives her another curious look. Although her daughter has an intelligence that exceeds the average, it is known that she doesn't tend to get easily distracted, at least with respect to the numbers and activities in which she focuses deeply.
He encourages Wednesday to continue.
"I was at the blackboard doing a maths exercise, in Miss Mills's class...” her lip trembles." “But Enid spoke, and... and... she was wearing that horrible bee dress." Her lips move from one side to another. "I got distracted," she manages to say. "I did the exercise badly. Everyone made fun of me. "
Gómez gives her a serious look.
"I pushed her again," she confesses, lowering her head. Her heart tightens when she remembers the tearful eyes of the little blonde girl.
Her mother tenderly raises her face with her hands. Kisses both cheeks and smiles. "What do you think, if instead of pushing her when she smiles at you, you smile at her in return?"
The little black hair girl thinks for a moment.
Her eyebrows are knitted together. She isn't convinced by what Gómez adds. "She wouldn't be able to think either. You would balance things out in some way."
Her eyes open with surprise.
"And instead of pulling her hair, you could kindly ask her to leave it loose, at least when she sits in front of you," adds Morticia.
"That would do!" Wednesday declares triumphantly.
Morticia hugs her, telling her how much she loves her, and scolds her too sweetly, if you ask Gómez, about her treatment of Enid. She assures her that she must apologize to her, at which Wednesday reluctantly agrees to kiss her mother's cheek and embrace her again.
When she walks away, leaving them alone in the room, Gómez sighs. "You realize that our daughter is a little caveman."
Morticia laughs. "Then it's better not to mention how you pulled my hair when we studied together." Her husband lets out a laugh.
He's ashamed of the memory of their school days. He, approaches and kisses her with affection.
"It must be a thing. A family thing."
Wednesday runs to her room.
Take a breath to be brave and allow the color to invade her room, even if it gives her allergies.
Colored papers flicker in the wind as the little girl’s eyes fall heavily on one. A pink paper, like the color of the dress Enid wears.
I'm sorry.
I didn't want to push you.
I didn't want to pull your hair.
Wednesday Addams.
PS: I like your hair.
Lurch writes it down, with a grin at the child’s words.
Attached to the letter is a drawing of a smiling blonde girl with a dress of bees and another child taking her hand. Made by Wednesday.
Thing doesn't say anything, just smiles moving his fingers at the gesture.
Weeks later
It happens almost immediately, Morticia can realize it.
Wednesday smiles.
Which would be considered a sign that the world is in trouble, if it didn't make Morticia feel so happy.
She speaks of the blonde constantly.
She's in essence much happier, so when the little girl breaks into her kitchen crying, Morticia worries automatically.
"It hurts," says the little girl.
Morticia turns around quickly, dropping the kitchen towel on the table.
Her eyes widen in horror. Her daughter is unable to express pain, not even the slightest discomfort with the past.
"It hurts a lot, Mother." Her voice seems broken, as if she’s lost something very dear to her. Morticia's heart shrinks when she hears her voice all choked up.
Morticia goes to her carefully. "Mi niña." Her eyes fill with concern as she sees her daughter's face, completely red.
She doesn't respond, and instead, pushes herself backward. Her face flushes as it transforms into the most painful expression of hurt that Morticia has ever seen in a child.
"What hurts, mi niña?" she asks in anguish, looking over her body for possible injuries that could cause her pain.
Her lip trembles slightly twice before she is able to respond. More tears cascade from her eyes. "My heart, Mother. It hurts a lot."
Morticia goes from panic to terror in a second with that statement.
However, she tells herself that she must calm down so she can help her daughter.
She was on the phone to call the family doctor when her daughter speaks again.
"James said it." She doesn't understand.
Wednesday fights against the tears that run down her face.
"What, who told you that, mi niña querida?" Morticia asks softly as she caresses her back slowly with small soothing circles. Her eyes are as red as her face, full of tears shed, her lips forming a straight line.
She's completely upset. Morticia can see that now.
It's a reaction that she hasn't had the opportunity to witness for some time. Not since she was two years old.
Her daughter is spoiled, and she likes to get away with it many times, if not all, but she has never witnessed this level of anguish before.
It's disconcerting.
"Joel and Enid are getting married."
Understanding takes over Morticia's face.
Her daughter adores Joel; he’s been her only friend from the moment they moved to the city. Her accomplice, and her companion of adventures, it's natural that the little girl feels jealousy, even feels displaced or hurt before the hypothetical loss of her friend.
"You won’t lose Joel." She hugs her against her chest, feeling her tense at her touch. "He will always be your friend, even if he marries Enid," she says in a reassuring voice.
"But I don't want them to get married!" she lets out between sobs. Tears continue to run freely, soaking her shirt in the process.
"I don't think that will happen for many years, mi niña."
"But I don't want it, Mother, it hurts." Her little daughter sobs uncontrollably.
She rushes calm her down, whispers reassuring words, while kissing her hair again and again.
That seems to do the trick. "Darling, it's okay, breathe baby!" she says with sweetness. "Look at me." She kisses her forehead and she gives her a watery smile. "You will be friends for a long time. I am completely sure that you will continue to be, even if they do get married," Morticia affirms her in a calm voice, slowly. "You don't have to feel sad."
Wednesday gives her a cold look. Her lip forms an angry pout. Her arms cross over her chest. She won’t cry again; she's safe.
"But I want Enid to marry me!"
"Oh!".
The understanding slams into Morticia like a bucket of cold water.
Good.
That's another thing.
"Mi niña querida, it's a long time before that can happen. It's a decision that two adults make, and it's something that Enid must think pretty hard about, too," she pauses. "Years for that," she insists.
Wednesday grimaces. Her mother chuckles.
"Mother?" Her quieter voice calls her.
"Yes, darling?"
"So Enid isn't going to marry Joel today?" she asks with her eyes lit.
Morticia shakes her head.
Her bright eyes widen, her whole body stiffens and her mouth forms an 'o'. After thinking about it, she speaks hopefully. "I still have my chance."
Morticia laughs, nodding.
"You still have it, my little caveman of love."
This time, the note written by Lurch is on a yellow paper, (like the color of the bees on her clothes) closely supervised by thing. Who complains about his writing every five minutes.
Enid, don't marry Joel.
It’s a long time before that can happen, and it's a decision that only adults take.
It's something that you must think about pretty hard.
Wednesday Addams
PS: I still like your hair a lot.
Like you dressed as bees and your pigtails.
If Morticia goes through her room, she will find a love letter for a five-year-old girl with the words she recited to her daughter.
Morticia says nothing, only allows herself to smile at the gesture.
Chapter 2: The girl with the strange name and the lonely girl
Summary:
"I promise not to hurt her; again.I swear by Grandma's dark soul"
Murray's look is serious. In his hands lies the decision to let his child remain with her bully or make sure she stays away from her.
Decisions.
Murray bends down to the girl's height. "Repenting and admiting our own mistakes is brave, so Wednesday, I'll give you a chance," he says quietly. "Enid is the most special thing I have in the world, my everything; I will not allow you to hurt her again. "
Wednesday nods solemnly, placing the palm of her hand on her chest. "I promise to always take care of her, Mr. Sinclair."
Murray smiles. There are promises that are forgotten or not fulfilled. But this one, will be marked in the mind and heart of a man, a child with deep dark eyes and a plump, bald uncle, seriously overprotective.
"Then you are welcome in this house, Wednesday. You are welcome in my daughter's life."
Notes:
Hello. I'm back.
First I want to thank all those people who read my story; It is amazing the support I had. Thank you very much indeed, means a lot to me that they like my story. I really thank all who have encouraged me to continue this story.
I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer: This fanfiction is not written for profit and no infringement of copyright is intended. Disclaimer: I don´t own Wednesday.
NO BETA.
A hug, have a good day
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Chapter Text
It's a Sunday afternoon when his daughter's life changes.
Of course, if you ask Murray Sinclair, if he ever thought it would be like that, he'd deny it and laugh later at the irony.
He opens the door after the fourth noisy knock and meets the deep black eyes of a little girl, no older than six years old.
Murray's eyes rove over her for a couple of seconds, and he has the weird feeling that this girl can read him like a book.
Strange.
Murray shakes his head to clear it, waiting for the little girl in front of him, to speak. She looks nervous, her lips forming a thin line, while her hands tightly squeeze an envelope of colors.
The girl takes a step back, closes her eyes and breathes deeply. Murray watches, intrigued.
It takes more than three seconds for the girl to open her eyes, and take another step back. One of her hands touch one of her braids.
"Wednesday."
The deep voice booming from behind, belongs to a man. He is tall, bald, to white, plump and with a look of discomfort that could fill a room.
"My reading club starts in ten minutes.Today we will discuss the benefits of electroshock."
The girl turns around, frowning. "I told you I could do it alone, Uncle fester," she claims with disdain. Too much for such a small girl.
"I'd say not, given the current situation," He replies with mockery.
"I can do it!" the girl emphasizes again, clinging harder to the envelope that occupies her right hand. "I can do it. "
The man…Uncle fester. (Murray remembers rolling his eyes at these new names). Sighs, adopts a straight posture, and puts his hands behind his back. His eyes are fixed on the little girl, prompting her to do what she has to do.
Wednesday scuffs the ground a couple of times, turns around and takes another breath.
Murray would have laughed if he wasn't a kid.
"Mr. Sinclair," the girl begins with a trembling voice. "My name is Wednesday Addams." She bites her lip.
Recognition comes to Murray. "Addams." The Addams who's the abuser of his little girl, the braggart who brought tears and sadness to his precious Enid's face.
Murray's face contorts, and he's completely sure the girl sees it.
"I'm going to say this just once, little girl," Murray begins. "I don't want you near my girl, no...
"NOO!"
It’s the surprising cry of the little one that leaves him speechless.
Uncle Fester stares at her in shock. Not even his most macabre games have managed to create that level of stress in his niece. Not to mention it's the first time he's seen the girl cry.
He truly thought such an event was impossible.
"NOO!" A tear escapes down her cheek. " You can't do that!"
Her lip trembles, and more tears fall. Murray feels his heart plummet. His resolution dies at the girl words. "Please, no!"
He's about to approach the girl when he hears Uncle fester's voice.
"I deeply apologize for my little niece's behavior," he begins. His eyes are hard to read but his face is in anguish at seeing his niece cry. "Wednesday laments her actions, recognizes that she's failed terribly, and promises that it will not happen again."
Uncle fester's hand takes Wednesday's small hand in his. A comforting gesture that does not escape the notice of the man before them.
Murray nods, not knowing what to say. His harsh words have caused so much anguish to Wednesday that now it's he who feels bad.
"I ask you to reconsider your words, Mr Sinclair. My niece is temperamental, and the thought of being away from your daughter causes her pain and not in a good way."
Murray sighs. The man, is right. Wednesday is just a child, after all, and she looks repentant enough.
"Do you really regret it, Wednesday?"
Wednesday 's dark eyes meet his. Her face is a mixture of redness and tears. She nods, her lip still trembling.
"I..." she sniffs. "I promise not to hurt her; again.I swear by Grandma's dark soul"
Murray's look is serious. In his hands lies the decision to let his child remain with her bully or make sure she stays away from her.
Decisions.
Murray bends down to the girl's height. "Repenting and admiting our own mistakes is brave, so Wednesday, I'll give you a chance," he says quietly. "Enid is the most special thing I have in the world, my everything; I will not allow you to hurt her again. "
Wednesday nods solemnly, placing the palm of her hand on her chest. "I promise to always take care of her, Mr. Sinclair."
Murray smiles. There are promises that are forgotten or not fulfilled. But this one, will be marked in the mind and heart of a man, a child with deep dark eyes and a plump, bald uncle, seriously overprotective.
"Then you are welcome in this house, Wednesday. You are welcome in my daughter's life."
Wednesday smiles triumphantly, while her uncle just stares, muttering something that Murray can't understand.
But her smile doesn't last long, when she sees the figure on the other side of the door.
Enid's wearing a set of small pink butterflies in her hair, two matching butterfly loops in a darker shade of pink. Her eyes are wide when they look at the girl. Then her gaze travels to the man, and finally, to her father.
There is a mixture of confusion in her features, a mixture she has clearly inherited from her mother.
"Enid," Wednesday says softly. She shakes her head, refusing to meet her gaze.
She is upset, her father knows that.
"Honey," Murray begins. "Wednesday has come to apologize to you."
She denies it with her head, her eyes on the ground.
"Look at her, honey, she's making an effort."
A pout crosses her pretty face. "But she's always mean to me."
Wednesday grimaces at the words, then frowns, and a tear rolls down her cheek again.
Murray's voice is soft. "Do you remember what Mummy used to say?"
The beautiful eyes of his daughter look at him with such fragility that he feels his own heart skip a beat. It's like looking into his wife's eyes again.
Enid nods. "We all have a good side, we just have to open our eyes and heart and look for it."
Murray smiles and kisses her cheek. "That's right, honey." Another kiss is deposited on her forehead. "Why don't you listen to what Wednesday has to say, yes?"
Enid nods calmly, walking towards the girl.
In two steps she's in front of her, Murray can see by the way Wednesday looks at her, that she's looking at an angel. It's at that moment he knows he's made the right decision.
He's only able to witness their interaction with surprise. His daughter never ceases to amaze him.
Such as when she graciously places her small hand on Wednesday's cheek to wipe the treacherous tears that keep running down it. Enid smiles sweetly, and the girl's cheeks redden and her lips tremble.
"Are you okay?" asks his sweet little Enid.
Uncle fester appears as interested in the scene as much as Murray is, it seems that he's seeing a completely new side to his niece.
"I am sorry," Wednesday says sadly.
Her hand extends out to Enid to deliver her the envelope of colors. She takes it with curiosity. Her hands find a drawing of a smiling blonde girl wearing a dress of bees, and a dark- haired child taking her hand. There was also a red paper with some words written on it.
She approaches her father, looks at him and hands him the paper.
Murray knows that his daughter is incredibly intelligent, but she tends to stutter, when she is very nervous, and often when she reads out loud. He knows she doesn't want more teasing, and he fears that it may come from Wednesday.
Murray takes the paper and reads each line.
I 'm sorry.
I didn 't want to push you.
I didn 't want to pull your hair.
Wednesday Addams.
PS: I like your hair.
Enid smiles instantly. It's one of those unique, bright smiles.
She looks at Wednesday and kisses her on her cheek. She feels her cheeks flush pink.
Murray laughs at the gesture, just like Uncle fester.
"Thank you," she smiles. Her eyes light up with recognition, when she understands the meaning of everything. Her mouth falls open. "You want to be my friend. "
Wednesday smiles in return, nodding.
Enid quickly takes her hand. "Come on, Daddy and I are making chocolate biscuits."
Wednesday turns around to look at her uncle, a question on her face.
Uncle fester shrugs. "I could never say no to chocolate biscuits."
Murray smiles. He never thought he would see his daughter so happy again, especially when he remembers how it all began.
A month and half ago.
Like the other parents at the playground who reach down to push hair out of their childrens’ eyes and kiss them sweetly on the forehead, he does the same thing.
His heart hammers in his chest, and he looks up at the sky like he’s praying for strength.
Murray Sinclair wraps his bare hands around Enid’s gloved ones, and holds them for a moment. His expression is wretched, like it pains him to do this, and Enid tries to pull the gloves off, but he stops her, his grip gentle but firm.
"It’ll get better, I promise," he says to her. His voice is thick with emotion. "I know it’s not easy to be younger than everyone else all the time, and it must be— God, I know you feel alone, all the time. And Mommy isn't here… but." Murray squeezes Enid’s hands like he’s the one imploring now: "believe me. You’ll be okay. I promise. I promise."
Enid breathes into the space between them, and her eyes start to water again, but for a completely different reason.
"Daddy"
But he shakes his head. He lets go of Enid’s hands and hovers his own on at either side of her face, like he wants to cradle her but even the idea of it is too painful.
"I love you, honey. "
She gives him a smile so tender that his soul sings. "I love you too"
She is his gift, the apple of his eyes. So he has to be strong for her, keep going and be better for her. Fight for her.
He remembers the words of the child psychologist.
<Children are very resilient. Let her interact with others kids her age, make her feel at ease. >
“Remember that the teacher is going to call you Sinclair unless you tell her you want to be called Enid."
She nods quickly, as if there is nothing else to worry her. As if everything is fine. As if she hasn't just lost her mother. As if they hadn't just moved to a new city. She is strong. His beautiful girl is strong, stronger than he ever was.
They make their way across the parking lot to the sidewalk in front of the school. They visited the school just two days before so Enid could meet her teacher and see her classroom, but he wanted to walk his daughter in for her first day.
Suddenly Enid lets go of her father’s hand and turns to look at him, smiling brightly and gripping the straps of her bee book bag, "Mummy said I have to be brave, I can do this Daddy."
Murray doesn’t have a chance to say anything before she turns and runs into the school as if she’s been going there her entire life.
He prays that he can be as brave as her. Then, when a smile grows on his face, he goes.
Ms. Mills has been a teacher for almost five years when Enid Sinclair arrives at her class.
She's a shy, kind and incredibly sweet girl.
This is her first impression after meeting her in the principal's office.
She has blue eyes that can melt anyone's heart, and a sad smile that squeezes those same hearts out everyone who knows her.
Ms Mills has read the reports, knows what happened to the girl's mother. She succumbed to such a cruel illness, leaving her husband and daughter alone. This little girl of five years of age, has lived through one of the most heartbreaking experiences of any person's life, and she still suffers, lonely in a resentful life.
Ms Mills decides she will do everything in her power to help ward off the pain from this sweet girl's life.
She swears this as she watches her closely.
It's Enid first day of school. Her first day in a new environment, full of new people.
She clutches her backpack, takes a deep breath and looks around. Her hands tremble visibly, Ms Mills can't deduce whether it's because of the cold or nervousness, but she believes it's a combination of both.
Her eyes open wide as they light on Ms Mills, who smiles kindly and takes her hand.
"Come on, Little one, it's time you met your new classmates."
She doesn't say anything, just follows her. After a while Enid speaks.
"Enid" she says very low. "Daddy calls me that."
Alice Mills smiles. "Enid it is, then."
They walk comfortably to the classroom. Enid answering each of Ms Mill's questions simply.
"Good morning everyone! A new school year begins and I'm sure this year will be full of much learning and fun." She smiles. "I also have the honor of welcoming a new student."
Alice beckons to the little girl standing shyly behind her.
"Class, give Enid Sinclair a big round of applause! She just moved to town with her father, so I want each one of you to make her feel at home."
Joel Glicker, the little boy, is the first to applaud. A big smile is drawn on his face as he leads Enid to a seat next to him and shows her his reading book.
Ms Mills smiles. A great year, in fact.
It's a week later that the great year that she'd foreseen, fails, and the problems begin.
Problems that have a first and last name. Wednesday Addams.
Problems that start on a cold morning in the playground with Enid sitting next to the swings, watching everything carefully.
Her eyes move naturally to each person, each object, until they stop at the child with dark hair who leans on the grass with a heavy book of exotic animals. A gift from her uncle.
Enid smiles while looking at her. She likes her, Alice can tell. Wednesday stands out easily from the crowd, is an incredibly intelligent child, outstanding in many ways if compared to her peers, demanding, and incredibly lonely.
Maybe that's the reason why Enid always watches her.
She can see herself reflected in Wednesday. Like her, she is alone. Only with the knowledge of a loyal friend in common.
Joel Glicker, who runs with another of his colleagues in what seems to be a competition find out who is the fastest in the class.
Joel who has grown fond enough of the girl to help her with her classes, to teach her the school song and even to walk with her in the playground.
But now the lonely girl takes the steps to approach Wednesday.
Alice watches her intently while eating her cheese sandwich.
Wednesday's eyes open in terror, when she sees Enid standing close to her. She frowns and tightens her lips tightly.
For one, two minutes she stares at her without knowing what to do.
The brunette looks terrified.
Enid smiles, trying to cheer her up. And that's when it happens.
A blow sends Enid to the ground. A push from the genius girl.
Enid falls to the ground and Wednesday runs without daring to look back.
Ms Mills rushes to help Enid up, but Joel is already at her side, holding her hand and smiling fondly at her.
"Come on, Enid, I have gummy bears. They'll make you feel better."
Worry evaporates from Ms Mills face when she sees Enid smile.
Thank God for Joel Glicker.
Hours later, she manages to talk with Wednesday.
Well, actuallly, she talks and the girl stands without saying a word, just looks at her paralyzed.
This is the first time it happened.
Strange.
She hopes it won't happen again, but that is not the case.
This time, it's James Robert who starts the problems.
It's the second week of school, and the spoiled child and his close friends start mocking the little blonde's pigtails.
She doesn't say anything, but judging by her expression Alice knows that the comments cause her pain.
James and his friends end up being punished at the end of class.
But something else that catches her attention the next time Alice sees Enid.
Enid's ties are gone. Her hair is disheveled by the wind.
Alice asks her what happened, but she doesn't say a word. Just looks in Wednesday 's direction as she looks away.
This is becoming more and more strange every day, is her thought at the end of class.
Enid is incredibly intelligent. That's the second thing Alice noticed that week.
She likes science, mathematics. She's able to answer every question easily.
She excels in class despite the constant mockery of her stuttering while reading out loud.
Maybe that's why, Wednesday feels jealous and watches her closely from her seat.
Her face is a constant grimace. She looks confused. Why? Alice still doesn' t understand it, but she will make sure that she will.
Ironically, she understands at the end of the second week.
Each of her students is copying the lines off the board, each one, with the exception of Wednesday Addams, who looks at the person sitting in front of her. She looks at the pink ribbons in her hair in great detail. Her eyes open with wonder at the rays of the sun that are projected in haloes around Enid 's blonde hair.
Her hand reaches out to touch Enid's hair, and the colour of her cheeks grows red.
Wednesday shakes her head to herself, mutters and removes her hand.
That is only the end of the first period.
Ms Mills is writing on the blackboard when a sharp scream interrupts her class during third period.
She turns quickly, to finding an altered Enid and a furious Wednesday.
Enid opens her mouth angrily, her disheveled hair falling over her shoulders.
Ms Mills meets Wednesday's face, who goes from being upset to looking completely sorry. Especially when she looks at Enid's face.
The pink ribbons tighten in her right hand, and she drops the offending objects to the ground.
Joel Glicker, at his side, laughs, picks up the pink ribbons and gives them to Enid with a smile.
She smiles in return, which earns another murmur from Wednesday and another new cry from Enid.
Ms Mills stands in front of her seat in three short steps, unimpressed with the child's behavior. Two pulls of her hair in a single period.
" Come on, Mr. Addams, we have to talk."
Her fingers drum as she walks next to her to the break room; she sits down straight and automatically lowers her gaze.
Ms Mills sighs and sits next to her on the big brown sofa.
" Wednesday, you are one of my most outstanding students. It isn't necessary that I tell you that because you know it."
Her mouth opens. She mutters under her breath.
" Do you want to tell me what happened? Why did you behave that way?"
Her hands now make patterns on her legs.
" You're in trouble Wednesday, Do you understand that you can't behave like that with your classmates?"
Wednesday nods, her gaze unable to meet Ms Mills's.
" Do you want to say something?"
Wednesday shakes her head.
" Honey," she starts. She tries to come up with a question that she may be able to answer. " Do you like Enid?"
At this question, her eyes light up and her hands stop the pattern she created on her legs.
Ms Mills smiles knowingly. Is that was this is about? A crush? That explains the pushes, pulling of hair, and the constant looks. And the jealousy.
She gave her a small smile.
"I’ll just make a reprimand this time, Wednesday. But this can 't continue to happen. Enid is a very nice girl. To treat her badly, is wrong. Do you understand? "
Wednesday nods, and runs out of the room in a hurry.
Ms mills lets out a sigh that she didn 't know she 'd supressed.
She can only dream that all of this stops.
Enid 's POV
It is the start of the third week when the third incident occurs.
She opens the classroom door with trembling hands, slightly embarrassed at being late. Her father had fallen asleep, completely altering her routine.
"Sorry I'm late, Ms Mills." Her voice was a soft whisper from the door.
The eyes of her companions rest on her, and her gaze falls to the ground while she wrings her hands nervously. Her blue eyes shine. She wears a nervous smile and rosy cheeks. Her fists grip the straps of her backpack.
She looks up slightly. Wednesday's dark eyes are on her and her face has become hot. She's pretty. Very pretty when she looks Enid and doesn't frown.
Her hand holds the chalk with force while she looks at her. Ms Mills speaks to her with sweetness, trying to make her realize the mistake she's made with her problem. But Wednesday doesn't move, she just looks at her with her red face.
Enid's heart beats very hard in her chest as she feels her face warm. She tilts her head and smiles. Wednesday's cheeks reddened even more.
The sound of the scoreboard against the ground and the laughter make Wednesday nervous.
Her big eyes open. She looks at her companions, at Enid, at the teacher and finally at the blackboard. She starts to panic. She's realized that she completed the problem incorrectly.
Her lower lip trembles. Enid's heart skinks, when her companions make fun of Wednesday.
"Ooohhh! The child genius was wrong!"
"From looking at Enid!"
Enid wants to hug her, tell her that everything will be fine, as her father usually does when she's sad. So she approaches her.
Her hand touches her shoulder gently. Wednesday takes a step back, angry; her face makes Enid feel sad.
Sad for the cute-eyed girl who everyone annoys. Sad to see her pretty face annoyed.
Enid is about to touch her again, when the dark-haired girl pushes her to the ground. "Don't touch me!" she yells at her.
"Ooohhh!" resounds around the room.
The ground is hard against her legs. Her eyes fill with tears.
Wednesday looks at her with tears in her eyes and trembling lips as she goes to the principal’s office.
Enid cries for a while on the ground until she feels the reassuring arms of Ms Mills hugging her back. Her movements are slow. She looks at Enid and smiles.
Her voice is soft, like that of a mom, and gentle when she helps her straighten her dress.
"Will Wednesday be okay?"
Ms Mills frowns and lets out a sigh. "You're such a good girl, Enid. She'll probably be punished for a while. She did something bad. She shouldn’t pushed you like that. She needs to understand that in this school, respect is very important."
Enid's eyes fill with tears again. Her heart is saddened by the girl. Wednesday is bad at times with her, but she knows that she is a lonely child too. Maybe she doesn’t know how to make friends. Maybe she doesn’t like Enid, or thinks she's ugly.
But still, Enid wants to help her. It hurts her to not to be able to.
"I’m sorry." She says.
"It's not your fault, Enid. You shouldn’t feel bad about it. Come on, let's find something to read."
She wipes her eyes and nods.
Murray remembers the tears that constantly escaped from his daughter's eyes when she returned from school.
He knows that adaptation hasn't been easy for her. He knows the problems she's had due to the conversations he's had with her teacher Ms Mills.
But seeing the smile back on her face, he gives thanks and joins that beautiful smile.
"Daddy"
The voice of his daughter brings him back to reality. He shakes his head to clear it and turns his attention to his little girl. "Can we have vanilla biscuits too?"
"Everything my princess wants." he says, smiling. Enid's smile is even bigger.
That day generates a 180 degree change in the life of his daughter and even in her own life.
Wednesday Addams becomes a constant presence in his house. She goes to visit every day after school, accompanied by Uncle fester, despite his obvious annoyance.
Wednesday is a good friend. Helps Enid with her homework and even teaches her new subjects.
Murray sees first hand how the child talks to her about exotic animals, pirates, theories, discoveries and scientific feats.
He thanks God for having a strange girl in his daughter's life.
Later on, another child appears. He is kind, somewhat shy.
His name is Joel Glicker. He's just as attentive as Wednesday is with his little girl, but a little more cautious when it comes to playing with things that can explode or mess up his kitchen, if you compare him with the girl.
Her daughter now has two friends, and Murray is happy with it.
Very happy indeed.
It isn't until the second letter Wednesday wrote arrives, that Murray begins to wonder if his daughter is too young to have two friends.
This time, the letter comes in a golden envelope, the yellow paper written with tiny letters and a drawing on the bottom.
Two children are holding hands and what appears to be a pirate ship is by the girl's side.
Murray smiles when the words leave his lips, while Enid looks at him carefully.
Enid, don 't marry Joel.
It’s a long time before that can happen, and it 's a decision that only adults take.
It 's something that you must think about pretty hard.
Wednesday Addams.
PS: I still like your hair a lot.
Like you dressed as bees and your pigtails.
Enid frowns. "I'm not going to marry Joel," she laughs. "I'll marry Wednesday," she says casually, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Alarms sound in Murray's head.
Yes. Definitely.
Enid is too young to have two friends.
Notes:
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Chapter 3: My girl
Summary:
Get ready for another dose of sweetness.
"Yoko... Yoko... I'm sick." Wednesday says in anguish, moving her hands from one side to the other.
Divina puts her palm to the child's forehead, feeling her temperature.
"I'm very sick," she says again.
"Wednesday, I need more data if I want to create a diagnosis." Yoko says, as matter of fact.
"My stomach is upset, my heart beats very hard and my face feels very hot."
"Do you want to tell us, what happened? Before these symptoms started?"
"Enid took my hand, so I wouldn’t be afraid"... Her cheeks heated to a much redder tone. "And she kissed me."
"She kissed you?" Yoko asks in horror.
Wednesday nods, still blushing, pointing at her right cheek.
Notes:
Hello! I'm back!
First I want to thank all those people who read my story; It is amazing the support I had. Thank you very much indeed, means a lot to me that they like my story. I really thank all who have encouraged me to continue ther story.
I hope you enjoy ther chapter.
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Get ready for another dose of sweetness.
A hug, have a good day.
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Chapter Text
I've got sunshine on a cloudy day
When it's cold outside I've got the month of May
Well I guess you'd say
What can make me feel ther way?
My girl (my girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl)
I've got so much honey the bees envy me
I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees
Well I guess you'd say
What can make me feel ther way?
My girl (my girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl ooh)
A couple months later.
Yoko's sitting on her bed, eyeing with curiosity the new fashion magazine that Thing gave her. Her eyes open with wonder at each new dress, each image, as her lips curve into a smile.
Peace and tranquility for a day, as she says to herself, as she turns each leaf.
"Good morning, Yoko. I hope you're enjoying your stay at our house."
Morticia greets her from the door after having knocked once. Yoko nods, Morticia comes in and sits next to her.
Yoko loses herself in a mother's touch. She's longed for hugs for so long. Months in which she found herself far away from everyone.
Far from her entire species, due to the disputes over her parents' lands.
That torment has kept her away from her own family, which causes her pain.
However, she has gained a new family. A very different one, but just as strange. Morticia has been her official caretaker and guardian for two years. Yoko couldn't be more grateful.
"I've missed you, deeply;" Morticia's voice trembles. Yoko notices it, turning to find her eyes clouded by sudden tears. She clings even more to her arms.
"I've missed you too, even the Little black cloud of the house..." She stops, feeling her dead heart contract.
"That's why ther day will be so special! My two dear children playing together again.It will be a disastrous day."
Her eyes open wide at the request behind in her Morticia's words.
"You'll be taking care of Wednesday today."
Yoko runs her hands over her face, moaning as she remembers the games and problems the little kid caused in the absence of their parents.
"Yoko, hurry up!" the little girl screams as she runs into Yoko's room. "I burned Mother's favorite tablecloth!"
"Yoko." Her eyes are while open when she finds Yoko coming out of the shower. "I painted Dad's studio intentionally and let the boa constrictor free. It wants to eat thing."
"Yoko, smoke is coming out of the stove and it doesn't want to stop." Wednesday says with a shrug. Thing next to her calls for help in sign language.
"Yoko, I dug up Uncle Ebos. I think I turned him into a living dead!" Wednesday's lip trembles and her eyes open in terror at the understanding of what will happen. "Mother is going to get mad."
"Lurch poisoned himself with the candy I gave him". Her furrowed brow and glowing eyes betray mischief. "I'll cross cyanide immunity off his radar."
Morticia smiles. "Think of it as a time for union."
Yoko gets out of bed, taking dramatic steps towards the family study.
Morticia's voice echoes behind her. "Gómez is visiting Fester. He's been admitted to the mental hospital again. They're doubling the experimental electroshock and torture therapy on him." The woman's eyes are shining. "I wish it were me…But I must give a class; I can't postpone it again. It is vitally important that children learn to communicate with spirits."
Yoko turns to confront her. At her side is the mischievous six-year-old girl.
"The solution is obvious. Tell Enid, she can't come today because of your multiple commitments."
"No," Wednesday denies firmly. "You said Enid would sleep over TODAY!; You promised!" she says with emphasis on her words. Her arms are crossed over her chest. A slight tremor settles on her lower lip.
Emotional little Wednesday wants to go out and play, and won't stop until she gets what she wants.
Yoko whines in response, just like a five-year-old.
"Wednesday," her mother begins with tenderness in her voice. "Mi niña" She continues as if the pet name calm the beast that Yoko knows Wednesday wants to wake up.
The child tightens her lips; Her deep eyes fix on her. Her voice comes out in a wherper. "Please, Mother?" Wednesday asks, and by her mother's expression, Yoko knows all is lost.
Manipulative child, with her charming manipulator's eyes.
Yoko sighs at Wednesday's side, trying to contain herself. In bad time she decided she would teach the little kid how to achieve things with just a facial expression.
Gómez slaps her on the shoulder. "It's an act of responsibility, my dear vampire girl," Gómez says in her calm, gentle voice. "Every day we learn new things. Maybe ther day will give you the opportunity to learn something important at the hands of two naughty children."
Yoko's mouth opens, but says nothing. Morticia smiles, placing a kiss on both her cheeks as she leaves. Gómez ruffles her hair while telling Wednesday that he expects her behavior to be terrible.
Yoko lets herself dream that ther will be the case.
Peace and tranquility for a day, Yoko once hoped... of course that not happen.
"Enough, Wednesday!" Yoko scolds when she sees the girl pass by for the twelfth time.
"Enough with what?" Wednesday asks innocently, frowning subconsciously.
"Enough with all that!, Please stop pacing around!" Yoko points out, emphasizing the corridor.
"But Enid hasn't arrived yet!" Wednesday complains, visibly following her path from one spot to another.
"I'll leave you sleeping in the cemetery. Maybe some vampire will find you and eat you" Yoko tells her, hoping to calm her down.
She looks at Yoko irritably. One eyebrow is raised. "I consume a lot of garlic. They'd die on the first try." She blurts out with an almost grim smile.
Yoko sighs. She misses the days when she could make the little girl scream and be scary.
Wednesday, for her part, continues her walk around the room.
Yoko rolls her eyes, and continues reading her magazine until the brunette's excited shout brings her back to reality.
She opens the door to meet the little girl in a red dress with white dots, impeccable white bows and a smile that competes with the smile on Wednesday's face.
A real smile. Woh! Alert, the world is ending. The little brunette devil is smiling.
She throws herself into her arms. "Hi Yoko, I missed you!" Enid greets with affection and another sweet smile.
Yoko smiles back, it's hard not to do, in response to the tenderness that emanates from the girl with beautiful blue eyes.
The brunette doesn't seem very happy with the exchange, being quite jealous when it comes to Enid, so Yoko parts from the girl, giving her room to embrace Wednesday.
And if Yoko believed that the devil girl's smile was warm, the one she gives to Enid when she hugs her, is the sun illuminating everything in its path.
Her entire complaint about not being able to be touched doesn't extend to Enid. That's clear.
Murray clears her throat, and Yoko offers her hand in greeting.
The man smiles. "I hope it's not a problem for you; to take care of them today."
"It isn't." She lies. Although not with as much certainty after watching the exchange between the children.
Murray swallows. His eyes fill with an emotion that the young girl isn't able to read. "Sometimes it's hard for Enid to sleep, she tends to be scared. "
Yoko nods. She will make sure to scare away any monsters disturbing little Enid's dreams. "She'll be fine, I promise, Mr. Sinclair."
"Thanks; You're a good girl, Yoko." Murray smiles, clasping her shoulder with pride.
He says goodbye to Enid with a kiss on her forehead, a prolonged hug and " love you" wherpered.
Two hours later, Yoko agrees to take them to the beach (Enid's Idea) with the promise that both will always be within eyeshot, will not run off and will not enter the water for any reason.
While they play, she sits under a black umbrella and enjoys her book.
"The Count of Monte Cristo," says a melodious voice nearby.
She turns her head to find the source.
"Isn't that a rather dark book to be read on a sunny day at the beach?" The girl’s eyes are sparkling, amused at her own words.
Her complexion is pale, although her features are slightly exotic. She has a pixie haircut and accessories that highlight the dress she wears.
Yoko, for the first time in years, remains immobile. Her dead heart feels like it's going to explode.
Her green eyes focus on her. She smiles and is about to leave when her mouth manages to find sound.
"Stay!" Yoko automatically hates how rushed that sounded. "The beach is big enough for both of us; Besides, you won’t want to miss a day at the beach," she adds, repeating her words.
The girl smiles at her voice and takes a couple of steps forward.
They look at the view for a couple of minutes in complete tranquility, until she speaks again. "You’re not in a sect, I hope; If you're here against your will, blink three times."
Yoko's lips contract with her raised eyebrows.
The girl shrugs, amused with the girl's reaction. "You're not very talkative, are you?"
Yoko still doesn't say a word.
"In case you don't know, which would be weird at ther point, given the rumors and the wherpering everywhere, I'm the new girl," she wherpers exageratedly. "Yes, I know what you're thinking." Another silly girl becoming invisible in...”
She laughs, and Yoko is paralyzed by the beautiful sound. "Actually, I thought you couldn’t be silly if you know something about Count Montecristo." Yoko replies.
The girl's jaw opens comically. Then she lets out a funny laugh.
"Uh... what?" asks Yoko, confused.
"Divina... that's my name..." She smiles playfully at the girl’s nervous, flushed face. "Although everyone calls me Di."
One, two, three seconds is the time that elapses before she settles.
She looks at Yoko with amusement, biting her lip. "Ther is the moment where you tell me your name. "
She shrugs.
"I can always guess, but I assure you. I'm not very good at it."
Yoko's lips tremble. "Yoko Tanaka."
Divina gives her a side smile.
She’s about to speak when she's interrupted by a voice at her side.
"We finished making sandcastles and looking for animals to document. Now I need a villain to play with."
Yoko looks at Wedsneday with disdain, telegraphing. ‘What part of leave me alone’ do you not understand?’, However, Wednesday continues talking.
"I need a villain, Tanaka." She pronounces her name seriously. Too seriously.
Divina shades her eyes and looks at the little girl. "She is yours?" she asks, smiling.
Yoko sighs. "I wish I could say no."
Wednesday frowns, her attention straying from Yoko to the girl next to her. She, being the precocious genius that she is, and asks. "You want to play with us?"
Divina nods, confidently. Wednesday is pleased as she runs to the shore.
"It can't be so bad," she assures Yoko with a warm smile. "Treasure the moments with your sister...” Her voice stops. "Otherwise one day you'll want to do it and you won’t be able to. "
Something in that statement causes Yoko’s heart plunge. She nods, without saying a word, watching how the short-haired girl runs towards the little ones and asks, with a big smile:
"Is there room for someone else."
Yoko doesn't hear the answer. She just takes off her shoes, rolls up the long sleeves of her black sweater and heads towards them.
Enid takes Davina's hand in hers and smiles.
Yoko notices how Divina's eyes shine more than normal and swallows heavily. Divina gives her a watery smile.
She’s suffered an important loss, her mind tells Yoko, but she refuses to analyze it in -depth.
Wednesday runs after them with a wooden sword swinging against the wind.
"Attention!" Yoko’s voice is strong, thick. "I'm here to take Princess Enid and you can't do anything about it." She laughs evilly.
Wednesday looks at her, with wide open eyes. Her expression screams amazement, while her lips promise pranks to be fulfilled.
"Never, villain!" Wednesday shouts, positioning herself in front of Enid. "The princess is mine!, No-one can steal her."
"I'm the most feared villain in the seven seas, Black beard!" Yoko arches an eyebrow, taking another wooden sword. "Kneel or suffer the consequences."
"Never!" Wednesday’s war cry before she throws herself in front of the young vampire.
The sound of clashing swords resonates as both girls quickly move from one side to the other.
Wednesday breathes with difficulty, trying to imitate the movements of the older girl. Yoko can only be impressed by her determination not to surrender and keep going, to what will clearly be a defeat.
Yoko, in an agile movement, manages to disarm the child, causing her to fall into the sand. "Surrender, pirate!"
"No!" Wednesday screams higher than usual.
Yoko laughs, placing her sword on the girl's chest. "Say goodbye pirate!, The princess will be mine." She raises her hand with the sword, to wield it theatrically on the child, but is stopped by two pairs of hands clinging to her sides, tickling her.
The sword falls from her hands, and her body twists. She falls, laughing, into the sand.
Wednesday quickly climbs on top of her, the sword pointed at her chest. "Surrender, villain!"
Yoko raises her hands in surrender. "You've won, pirate."
"Ah, ah, ah," Wednesday says, cocking her head and wagging her finger. "Attack!" the girl cries, and Divina and Enid fling themselves at Yoko, tickling her.
Yoko's laughter mixes with the sound of the voices at her side.
Wednesday's red face greets her, and in that instant Yoko realizes that she’s closed her eyes. She gets up quickly, grabbing Enid and spinning her through the air for a few seconds until she lays her gently on the sand.
Wednesday looks at her impatiently, so Yoko runs to her, chasing her. She takes the little girl in her arms and despite the screams and laughter manages to dunk her in the surf.
Wednesday’s black hair almost completed cover her face, her dark eyes shine with mischief, and Yoko is unable to stop smiling at the joy evident in the face of the little girl.
Yoko laughs before cold water hits her face. And that's when the war in the water begins.
"That was very funny." Enid laughs as Divina dries her hair with a pink towel.
"Very funny." Divina assures her smiling tenderly, making sure the girl is as dry as possible.
"It's time to leave," Yoko says. "It's getting late."
Wednesday looks like a fish out of water. Her lips tremble slightly and her hands cling to the large towel on her shoulders.
Divina nods, her hands caressing Enid's hair. She kisses her cheek, and hugs her tightly. "See you, little princess."
Enid smiles goodbye, sinking into her embrace. "Goodbye, Divina."
Wednesday is the next to say. "It was awful!, We have to play again."
Divina laughs, ruffling her hair. "We will!"
Wednesday opens her arms and Enid huddles next to her, both wrapped in the oversized towel.
Yoko looks at the ground, bites her lip and stands in front of Divina.
"Thank you!" is the first thing that comes out of her lips, diverting her gaze towards the children.
She understands. It's a thank you for making me appreciate what was in front of my eyes. Thank you for making ther day special.
Divina quickly hugs her. Yoko's heart leaps from her chest like a madman.
"See you soon, Montecristo."
"See you soon, Divina." She says goodbye without stopping to look back while she walks away.
"I can bathe myself." Wednesday moans while sitting in the tub. Next to her, Yoko massages her hair, adding more shampoo.
"Morticia would hate your hair to be full of sand and salt water," she says by way of explanation.
The child moans again before speaking again. "Divina is a torturer. We should keep her."
Yoko can only nod.
Wednesday gives her a look of complicity. "It was a good plan to invite her to play."
Yoko is impressed with the child's abilities.
Wednesday shrugs. "I'm only six, but I realize many things."
Yoko's lips close and open quickly, then she lets out an amused laugh. "We're going to dry you, playmaker."
Morticia kisses her on the cheek, as she passes by her side. There is a story in her hands and two little ones lying on a bed, both waiting for her impatiently.
Yoko stops her. Morticia looks at her with a question on her face.
"Time of union between sisters." She says with a shrug.
Yoko takes the story from her Morticia's hands, without looking at her face. But she's sure that she's smiling broadly.
Morticia watches in wonder as the fourteen-year-old girl sits between the two children and reads loudly, imitating a voice as a novelist. "Long ago in a distant kingdom...”
She smiles, closing the door. Today, her eldest girl definitely learned something important at the hand of two naughty children.
Months later:
A knock sounds at her door; Her eyes open slowly, adjusting to the light.
"Yoko."
Another knock.
"Yoko!"
Third knock.
"Yoko!"
"Go away!" she says, closing her eyes and resuming her position again.
"Yoko..." Wednesday’s voice is querulous. She is upset.
Well, let her be, she will go, thinks Yoko to herself.
"Yoko!" The child whines. "Father can't get us sweets, Mother is with the family doctor. She wants to see if her horrible fetus will be a monster or if we'll have to wait and Enid's father has to work."
Yoko writhes on the silk sheets.
"Yoko." A knock on her door. "This is the first time Enid has done this. WE HAVE TO GO!"
Yoko moans. She hears the incessant hers and the drag of her sister's feet from one side to the other in front of her door.
"I will help you torture your enemies." She offers in exchange.
Yoko gets up to find Wednesday dressed as a pirate, with a patch on her eye. Her fingers drum on her thigh, and Yoko rolls her eyes at her nervous gesture.
"Will you come or not?"
"I'm considering it." Yoko replies, a little hesitantly.
The frown on Wednesday’s face indicates that ther isn't an answer that she considers to be valid as an explanation, not as far as she's concerned.
The drumming continues. And Yoko sighs.
"If you're not ready in fifteen minutes, you'll stay." Yoko says, closing the door behind her.
She listens to the cry of euphoria that the girl throws.
Yoko goes down stairs dressed in a white shirt, black jacket, dark jeans and a pair of dark slippers.
Wednesday looks at her, frowning. "What’s are your disguise?"
"A person who doesn't believe in the mundane traditions that after many years continue to take over the city."
Morticia laughs. "That, or as a teenager who hates Halloween."
Joel, whom Yoko notices for the first time, chuckles. He’s dressed in a denim suit, obviously made by her mother, if the stitches on her shirt are an indication.
Yoko moans. Ther will be a long night.
That's when everything happens in slow motion. The moment when Yoko thinks that everything in Wednesday’s life radically changes.
The little girl with beautiful eyes descends the stairs, a crown settled in her slightly curly hair, while the pearl dress shimmers in the light as she moves. She looks like a storybook angel.
Morticia smiles with unadulterated pride. She adores Enid.
Joel's mouth opens. His cheeks are stained pink. He quickly congratulates her. "You look very pretty, Enid, like a princess."
However, it's Wednesday’s response that takes Yoko’s breath away.
Wednesday's gaze is fixed on Enid. Her eyes flicker with astonishment, changing from a deep dark to a much lighter shade. Her mouth opens and closes, and her hands cling to the basket of sweets. Her pink cheeks contrast with her shirt.
"Pretty." the girl says as lowers her gaze to the floor, although Yoko knows that nobody besides her heard the word leave her lips.
Enid smiles excitedly at the attention focused on her.
Yoko takes her hand. "Come on, princess; trick or treat time!"
Enid nods, following in her footsteps, leaving Wednesday open-mouthed and blushing in their wake.
After the initial surprise, both children run from one house to another.
Yoko watches them closely, her body resting on a column with her feet crossed. Her pose screams “seriousness.”
"Lost in the dark, James Dean?"
Her melodious voice greets her, and Yoko hates how her dead heart jumps at the sound.
It isn't necessary to turn around; she stops in front of her.
Divina’s dress, ther time, is black with horizontal white stripes, short enough to be considered appropriate.
Yoko's lips contract. "Who?"
"You know! ‘Rebel Without a Cause’!"
Yoko gestures to her to continue. She shrugs her shoulders. "Iconic actor."
She frowns, reminding Divina of her adorable younger sister. "I don't get it." She looks indignant.
Divina just laughs, and looks at her from head to toe. If she doesn't know who James Dean is, then her disguise is someone else. She vocalizes her thoughts. "I never imagined that I would find you here. What’s your in disguise?"
The question of the night, apparently.
"According to my caretaker and guardian, a teenager who hates Halloween."
She laughs, biting her lip. "Wise woman."
Yoko agrees; there is no option to challenge that sentence.
"I'm the abnormal line in a society full of normal points," she says before he can comment.
She is different, very different from the classists who attend their meetings and clubs. Very different from the girls who reject her with cynical looks, dressed in Prada. She's a breath of fresh air in a chaotic environment.
Yoko shakes her head. "I’d never view you as a normal point."
That statement gets a blush from the girl.
They talk about trivial things: favorite colors, artists, books, movies, their passions, for what seems like hours until Wednesday’s terrified voice brings them back to reality.
"Yoko... Yoko... I'm sick." Wednesday says in anguish, moving her hands from one side to the other.
Divina puts her palm to the child's forehead, feeling her temperature.
"I'm very sick," she says again.
"Wednesday, I need more data if I want to create a diagnosis." Yoko says, as matter of fact.
"My stomach is upset, my heart beats very hard and my face feels very hot."
Yoko eyebrows are woven together, categorizing the data in order to find a possible trigger for that class of symptoms.
For her part, Divina smiles knowingly.
"Do you want to tell us, what happened? Before these symptoms started?"
"We went to ask for sweets at Mrs. Hudson's house. The lights were off. The door opened, so we went in, and she came out! She was wearing a horrible clown mask!"
"You got scared. "
"I don't scare, Yoko." Wednesday declares firmly, although her lower lip trembles at the memory.
"I'm sorry, what a fool I am, to think that my six-year-old sister could easily get scared on Halloween!" Yoko rolls her eyes.
"So..." Divina asks her to continue.
"Enid took my hand, so I wouldn’t be afraid"... Her cheeks heated to a much redder tone. "And she kissed me."
"She kissed you?" Yoko asks in horror.
Wednesday nods, still blushing, pointing at her right cheek.
Divina laughs. "Calm down, overprotective sister, I'm sure she doesn't use her tongue."
Yoko just looks at her.
Wednesday jumps from one side to the other. She watches Divina, waiting for her response.
Divina sighs. "I totally know what you have, honey."
Wednesday's eyes open wide. "What is it?"
Her mouth opens and with all the seriousness that she possesses at age fourteen, she declares. "You have the ‘L’ disease… the disease of love!"
Her face is full of terror, and her lip trembles. She asks resignedly. "Am I going to heal?"
Divina bites her lip, looking at her seriously. "If you're very lucky..." She pauses dramatically. "No."
The girl's face falls, but she asks again.
"Is it contagious?"
"I'll tell you the truth, honey. You probably infected Enid."
She holds her hands to her face, the agony clear in her voice. "What am I going to do, Divina?"
She smiles at the little girl’s anguish. She removes her little hands from her face, so that Wednesday can look at her while she says:
"You'll have to be a very brave girl, be the best friend Enid can ask for, protect her, help her, be there for her, because she's your girl, Wednesday."
"My girl," Her voice is hopeful. "Will that help?"
"Definitely." A kiss is deposited on her forehead. "I promise. Don't worry."
Wednesday's face lights up and she runs towards her friends, totally feeling better.
Yoko watches as Wednesday's hand clings to Enid’s little hand as if her life depends on it. She smiles at her and she smiles in return.
It's a gesture so simple and so complex at the same time, that it makes Yoko's own smile spread and her eyes blink with pride.
The ‘L’ disease… the disease of love. Which in the case of the Addams, is known as the Addams curse.
Divina looks in both directions, biting her lip. "What do you think?"
Turning her attention back to her, Yoko looks at her as if she's trying to figure something out, without speaking. "That was evil. I wish I’d thought of that."
Divina looks at her with surprise. Then Yoko laughs.
"Someday, she’ll thank me."
Yoko shrugs, a smile on her face. "We'll have to wait and see. "
It's some time later, during Christmas shopping when Divina’s face appears again before her.
Her hair is covered with a blue cap that matches her scarf. Her black coat clings to her perfectly.
Her nose is red, like her cheeks.
Both of her hands hold colored gift bags.
However, ther time, she is the first to say hello. "Good morning, Divina."
Her smile is heard in her voice. "Hello, stranger, it's been a while."
"Thirty-five days and twenty-two hours." Wednesday says casually.
Horror is written on Yoko's face as she shakes her head at Wednesday. But her nefarious younger sister continues to plunge her into the sea of humiliation.
Wednesday smiles. "She’s been counting."
Divina hurries to say something, feeling the obvious discomfort and desire to kill her radiating from the young woman. "Hello, Wednesday! Early Christmas shopping?"
Wednesday nods. "For my parents and my girl." she responds with total naturalness, a shade of red on her cheeks. "She likes morally worldly traditions"
Divina laughs. "You learn fast! I'm proud." she says with a wink.
"Divina, come on!" A brunette girl shouts from the next street.
Divina waves her hand.
"Merry Christmas, Wednesday." She says, smiling.
She takes a step, bites her lips, and her gaze meets Yoko’s. "In case I don't see you, Merry Christmas, Yoko Tanaka." she wherpers before placing a kiss on her right cheek.
The heat remains, even after she has left. Her heart beats very hard against her chest, her stomach flutters, and Yoko knows that her cheeks compete with the nose of that famous reindeer.
Wednesday, at her side, observes every detail.
"She kissed me." Yoko said, bringing her hand to her cheek.
Wednesday shakes her head. "Calm down, big sister. I'm sure, she didn’t use her tongue."
Yoko is about to reply, but Wednesday’s mouth opens, just before making one of her first deductions. "Oh Yoko, you're sick like me...," Wednesday says in all seriousness. "You have the disease of love."
Yoko laughs loudly.
TBC…
Notes:
I hope you are with me in ther story. There is a fun trip to tell.
Note: The letter of the beginning corresponds to the song: My girl. From The Temptations.
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In the next chapter we will see Enid's interaction with the Addams family.
Chapter 4: Enid
Summary:
Enid's presence in the Addams mansion spreads like a ray of light against the darkness.
Strong, unstoppable.
Attracting everything in its path.
Notes:
Hello. I'm back.
First I want to thank all those people who read my story; It is amazing the support I had. Thank you very much indeed, means a lot to me that they like my story. I really thank all who have encouraged me to continue this story.
I hope you enjoy this chapter.
NO BETA.
Disclaimer: This fanfiction is not written for profit and no infringement of copyright is intended. Disclaimer: I don´t own Wednesday.
I invite you to read my other story: Beautiful moon light.
A hug, have a good day
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Chapter Text
In the days after Christmas, the little brunette doesn't say anything. She's absolutely calm. She just has that look on her face, the look she gets when she's trying to figure something out, but with incomplete pieces.
She usually frowns.
Or makes terribly annoyed faces as she stares into space.
She must be possessed.
It's Yoko's first solid theory.
Or the father of vampires forbid; plotting to do something horrible.
That theory shatters as she looks at the blonde porcelain doll in the little brunette's hands.
Yoko's mouth opens and closes, not knowing what to say.
"Where is everyone?" she asks abruptly, interrupting like a whirlwind about to take down the house.
"Plotting world domination," Yoko replies, her full attention on the doll.
Her eyes narrow. "Thank you, Captain Obvious!"
"So," she begins. "I didn't know doll games were your thing, especially ones that still have heads."
Wednesday ignores the vampire's annoyed smile as her hands tingle at the blue fabric of the alien object's dress in her hands.
"That thing looks like something out of Chucky's universe. What are you doing with that?"
The brunette glared at her. However, she didn't speak.
Yoko sinks dramatically into the bed, watching the scrunching of the petite brunette's cheeks for what seems like hours until she finally sighs and speaks.
"The girls at school have dolls that Enid likes to play with."
There's a pause; Yoko can almost see the cogs turning in the brunette's brain.
It's very low, but she manages to catch the whispered phrase. "But she doesn't have one of her own."
Yoko's eyebrow rose at that. "Are you giving Enid a doll?"
"No."
"Ohhh." Yoko's smile widened. "That's incredibly sweet!"
Wednesday looks annoyed.
Yeah, well. Yoko has that effect on girls.
"Take that back!"
She laughs. "No."
The brunette snorts, and Yoko laughs at the effect it has on her.
It's the best soap opera she's seen lately, the juiciest piece of gossip, and it comes from a six-year-old girl whose hair is braided in two black braids.
The curse has hit her hard, and those intense feelings are starting to emerge.
"Do you think she likes it?"
Yoko wants to tell the truth. Something like: She'll be scared to death when those eyes look at her at night.
But she knows that fear isn't something the brunette likes to associate with Enid.
Her protective instinct is so high. Enough to let the whole family know that under no circumstances can Enid be scared. And making her cry is strictly forbidden.
Yoko learned this the hard way.
With a ridiculous amount of garlic on her pillow after the little blonde cried when Yoko showed her Bambi.
True to her promise, the brunette does everything she can to take care of her girl and make her happy.
Even if that includes touching porcelain dolls.
So Yoko does what she always swore she wouldn't do: lie. "Enid's going to love it"
The almost-smile Wednesday lets out makes Yoko's dead heart leap.
Please, Father Dracula. Don't let Enid cry when she sees the doll.
It is the prayer she repeats as she accompanies the brunette to look for Enid.
Explosions echo through the room like clouds of gunpowder billowing in the wind.
Uncle Fester shakes the house, making Enid smile as colorful fire sparkles above them.
That's when they find her.
Enid's blue eyes flicker at the sight of the brunette before her.
"Wendnesday". She smiles and hugs her tenderly, placing a kiss on her cheek. "I missed you so much!" Enid says, clinging to her, as if they've gone an eternity without seeing each other, not just an hour.
"Enid". Is her only response. Knowing that the time allotted for their unique hugs is three seconds long.
She protests with the sweetest pout Yoko has ever witnessed. "But... I missed you so much"
That makes the brunette melt.
"Fine. You can count to five"
"Yay!"Enid hugs her even tighter for five seconds, then pulls away and gives her a friendly smile. "That was so much fun!"
"Of course it wasn't" The brunette declares matter-of-factly, despite the blush that covers her cheeks.
"Hey, what about my hug? Didn't you miss me?" Yoko asks her with feigned concern, placing a hand on her chest.
Enid's response is a hug.
Yoko smiles; it's easy to love the blonde; she's settled in her heart just as she did Wednesday years ago, only it's a fact neither of them will ever admit.
"The little viper and I were looking for you. In Fact, Wends got you a gift"
The little girl's eyes open wide, warmth reflected in them as her gaze follows them. "I love gifts"
Yoko's smile is so big, that the tips of her fangs are visible in front of her lips."We know!"
Maybe it's Enid's smile, the vampire's words that make the brunette look for the doll she left in one of the nearby graves.
She's brave enough to raise the doll in Enid's direction, but not brave enough to see her reaction.
Her blue eyes flicker in confusion. A grimace forms on her lips. "She's disgusting!"
Oh no! Enid is going to cry, is Yoko's first thought.
Wednesday will feel bad. And that will end with Yoko cursed, pointed at with an arrow, or worse for daring to help the weird little girl.
Yoko is prepared for Enid's tears.
But that doesn't happen. The confusion is followed by an excited squeal.
Enid clutches the doll as if examining a rare specimen, which, in theory, it is.
She takes it in her hands, with the affection of someone who appreciates detail, brings it to her chest, and smiles broadly. "I love her."
Wednesday's heart flutters in her chest, a hummingbird flying free at her girl's laughter.
Uncle Fester says nothing; he just stares happily at his niece's flushed cheeks.
Another Addams has fallen to the curse.
Oh, young love!
Yoko looks at Enid, helpless.
"It's the best gift, thank you, thank you, Wends" Enid screams again, this time running to hug Wednesday.
For much longer than five seconds.
After that Enid's presence in the Addams mansion spreads like a ray of light against the darkness.
Strong, unstoppable.
Attracting everything in its path.
It's not just the tender look the little girl exudes, so different from the contrast brought by the dark walls of the place. It's her warmth, her smile, and her soul that screams to be accepted.
Therefore, it's safe to say that the little blonde has the whole family enchanted, to everyone's delight and Wednesday's misfortune, who absolutely hates having to share.
Each member is so attached to the little girl, starting with thing.
Wednesday expected fear months ago when Enid first visited her house. She expected the terror in her eyes at the sight of the appendage.
The screams, the crying, as often happened with her neighbors.
But that never came.
The blue eyes open in surprise, her mouth letting out a small, excited squeal.
Thing's fingers move in fear or ecstasy, the brunette can't define which.
"Hi buddy, I'm Enid Sinclair, nice to meet you," she greets casually.
Thing echoes her greeting, which is translated by an astonished brunette.
"You'll have to learn his language..." She sighs. "It's annoying, but she already likes you."
"I like you too, buddy!" Enid declares with a triumphant smile that has thing excited.
Wednesday can't blame him; the blonde's smile has that effect on everyone.
But that was just the beginning.
Two weeks later
Baby, you light up my world like nobody else
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed
But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell
You don't know, oh, oh
You don't know you're beautiful
The lyrics of one of the catchy songs play on the radio, from that horrible boy band that Yoko and Enid apparently love.
The brunette's ears bleed as she walks toward the center of the noise pollution.
Enid's laughter can be heard in the distance.
The tapping of fingers against the wood resonates incessantly, with effusive responses with each step she takes.
Enid laughs even louder, making her heart leap.
"Pink is the best color in the world," the brunette hears her say.
Thing's response is an elaborate list of his favorite colors, and something else that little Addams can't quite understand.
Wednesday sighs; she needs to improve her surveillance and stealth skills. Uncle Fester would definitely scold her for that.
"No..." Enid lets out a horrified cry. "You can never have too much pink."
Thing's reply stops when he notices her standing in the bedroom doorway. She narrows her eyes. Her knife-sharp gaze rests on the smiling face drawn on Thing.
She notices his nails, painted in different shades of blue and pink, clearly Enid's work.
"You're very weak. You've been hexed."
Thing shakes his ring finger fervently, moving it back and forth. Enid, for her part, giggles.
"I wasn't blaming you."
"His nails are pretty, tell him, Wends," she asks, her blue eyes pleading.
Her lips form a grimace before she even wants to answer. "They're horrible." Then she pauses. "They suit you."
Enid's smile lights up the room as Wednesday picks up her Italian book and prepares for another particularly long lesson from her mother.
When she leaves the room, the color of Thing's nails and Enid's smile shine in her memories for hours.
The days that follow only strengthen the bond that has united Enid with Thing.
He becomes the blonde's absolute ally and defender.
And she becomes a luminous presence at his side.
It's almost to be expected, considering he's Wednesday's incredibly loyal ally and spy.
What she doesn't expect is the tall, pale figure with a voice capable of conjuring the dead sitting in the large playroom.
His long limbs sprawl comically across the black carpet, while his pale fingers clutch the small teacup.
Beside him, the small pink unicorn seems like a strange anomaly, as much as the row of rag dolls and stuffed animals that cover the rest of the space.
But that's not what draws Wednesday's attention; it's the space of the playroom itself.
There's glitter all over the floor, a couple of brightly painted animals drawings, lines that jump out at each other, and a very bewildered Lurch looking all over the place.
"You should hold your pinky like this when you hold your teacup," Enid explains with a sweetness emanating from her voice, holding up her tiny finger as an example. "Now you do it."
"Mmm," Lurch blurts, imitating the little blonde's gesture.
Enid squeals with excitement. "You did very well, Lurch," she congratulates him, clapping excitedly.
Lurch grunts in response.
"Now you can have your tea. It's delicious and will make you grow healthy and strong."
"Mmm" He says, sipping his tea.
But he's just another member of the Addams Family who has fallen under the luminous spell cast by Enid.
For Yoko Tanaka, Enid's presence begins as something simple. But indescribably strange.
A crash comes from one of the rooms, followed by a series of footsteps. Half a second later, Wednesday comes bounding in, breathless, as if she's just run a great distance. Behind her, a small blonde with blue eyes stops in front of her and smiles, much like an excited puppy.
Her eyes are kind and full of so much sparkle that Yoko can't help but smile back.
"She's a real vampire." The girl squeals louder than necessary. "Wow, that's so cool."
Wednesday nods, avoiding a roll of her eyes at the obvious joy of the blonde at her side. "I told you. But she doesn't like eating people or turning them into creatures of the night. She's so boring."
Yoko stares at her, stunned. "Hey, I'm not boring."
Wednesday shrugs.
"Who are you?" She asks with complete curiosity. She's never seen another girl with the little snake, let alone breathing the same air.
"Her name is 'Don't touch her,'" Wednesday declares matter-of-factly. An order, a command.
Yoko laughs, while Wednesday grimaces at that.
"Hi, I'm Yoko, nice to meet you," Yoko introduces herself with a smile. "Absolutely cool, not boring. I even know a few vampire things that you'll probably like."
The brunette groans at that. However, ignoring the situation around her, Enid shouts again excitedly. "Yeahhh, I'm Enid!"
But that's just the beginning.
For two whole weeks, Enid seems ecstatic in her presence, repeating every word Yoko says and imitating her every move.
Enid even wears one of the vampire-patterned shirts. Much to Wednesday's dismay.
But that ends when Yoko returns to her silly school.
Or so the brunette thought.
Yoko appears again, to everyone's surprise.
And Enid's excitement for the creature of the night is multiplied exponentially.
Halloween only makes it worse.
Wednesday tells herself it's because of the vampire's large fangs. And because the teenager is immortal.
"And Yoko defeated everyone, and met Dracula," Enid comments, still jumping up and down excitedly.
As if winning her fencing class were a spectacle worthy of admiration. Wednesday snorts. Yoko's technique and movements aren't that good.
Meeting Dracula is like meeting a distant relative. It's not relevant.
Not cool.
Her eyes sparkle as she follows the path of the pencil on the paper. "In Transylvania, the animals are different, much faster, bigger, and stronger." Enid says casually. "Yoko says she'll take me for a visit one day."
Wednesday gets angry at that. She'll have to start playing with garlic in Yoko's room. That'll teach her.
"To infinity and beyond." Enid chants as Buzz Lightyear appears in front of the TV.
Yoko, who sits next to her, watches her closely, looking completely lost in the actions unfolding on TV.
"Finish them off, Buzz!" Enid encourages, spinning around, to an explosion of applause and laughter as she watches the space pilot's exploits.
Yoko's gaze breaks away from the images and rests on the little girl beside her. Her hair is disheveled, and the blanket that covered her now falls onto the couch. Her hands are filled with yellow and brown wrappers. And her face is covered in the sticky, brown substance she has deliciously devoured over the last hour.
"Run like the wind, bullseye." Now the little girl jumps from side to side, giggling animatedly. Yoko can only smile at the sight.
The action continues, and despite her efforts to understand everything, Yoko ends up drifting off into thoughts of mermaids and Divina. The beautiful girl.
"Yoko."
Once, twice she hears her name called, but it's the third time that brings her back to reality.
Enid's eyes study her closely.
"Are you okay?" she asks, frowning. "Your face is all red."
Yoko blinks in surprise at the girl's insight. She nods slightly.
Enid accepts her answer after thinking about it for a few seconds. "Do you want to watch another movie? You can choose it this time," she adds quickly with a soft smile.
Yoko is about to retort when another girl's voice interrupts her from the doorway.
"Yoko"
"We are not here…" she replies, irritating the brunette.
"Your time's up" she points quickly. "Give her back NOW!"
"No. I don't want to!"
The brunette crosses her arms, which does not bode well. "Yoko"
"You left her alone" She retorts as the little blonde perks up at the sounds of her best friend.
Yoko hears the moan and the complaint intertwining. "Mother forced me to participate in the potions lesson."
Yoko patiently gets up and lets a rather annoyed brunette pass. The vampire knows how much the brunette enjoys her classes. And she also understands that both girls must engage in different activities to nurture their abilities and shape their personalities.
"Did you hate it?"
"It was horrible. I want to do it again"
Holding back her giggles, Yoko answers. "We'll watch another movie"
"I don't want that"
Enid’s eyes are glued to Wednesday.
"We'll watch a princess movie"
She moves only to see Yoko´s face with total amazement. "A princess movie?"
"Yes. You'll love it. There are even books. They are Disney princess books to read and color"
Enid rises too quickly for Wednesday's liking. "Oh, I really want to read a princess book"
Yoko smiles at her victory. And the brunette sighs in defeat.
The sound of Yoko's bedroom door slamming isn't as satisfying as it should be.
Three hours later
She enters the room with sweat running down her forehead, her braids covered in strands of loose hair, and a grimace forms on her lips.
Her dark eyes fix on her and the baby in her arms.
Initially, she thought her eldest daughter would be jealous at being replaced by someone younger; she almost expected the rage boiling inside her dear child, chaos behind her eyes, trouble waiting to be unleashed.
But truth be told, her daughter is so consumed by the presence of the young blonde that everything that doesn't involve Enid has faded into the background.
It's been discarded.
Morticia understands the feeling, the absolute devotion, the unwavering faith in the one she loves. A love so strong it would drive you to death, and you'd be grateful for it.
She always thought it would come too late for her daughter, but here she is, looking at her with questions in her eyes.
"My child," she begins, placing the baby comfortably in his crib. "What do you need?"
"The family library lacks the book I want."
"I thought our extensive collection of rarities would satisfy your peculiar taste this year, my darling."
The little girl stares at her with a shy expression. One rarely seen on her face.
"It doesn't have any princess books."
"Princess?" The word is a puzzle on her lips. "The medieval history section is filled with those kinds of literary figures. Are you looking for something in particular?"
"Disney princess"
Morticia hesitates.
"I don't think I've ever heard of such thing before, my child. But we'll order the books your dark heart desires. Nothing is more satisfying than filling your mind with words and learning."
"I appreciate it, Mother. Tell Father to buy the books for the weekend. Enid…"
"Enid will be at her aunt's house this weekend. Her father wants her to spend time with another children and reaffirm the ties of her family. Murray mentioned it when he came to pick her up."
Wednesday shudders, her jaw clenching. "No," she says, shaking her head.
"My precious girl, she needs to share with her family. It's her father's wish," she explains in a sweet tone, trying to impress upon her daughter.
"No! She can't be away from here."
"Wednesday, niña querida."
Her eyes are hard, black pools of fury and pain. Her hands clench into fists; Morticia can smell the blood in the air, those tender wounds that will soon form living rivulets of blood.
"She doesn't know them," she almost cries, her voice thick with pain, her breathing heavy, her mind creating worst-case scenarios. "They could hurt her." Her lips tremble. "Take her away forever." There's a lump in her throat, squeezing against a pain that isn't physical.
A pain that burns in her chest. The pain of separation.
It's the equivalent of the separation anxiety that occurs months after the curse reaches one of the Addams, she knows. Gomez told her, and her heart broke.
And now she sees it first hand in her daughter.
Morticia approaches her tentatively, crouching down to be at her level. With the care a trainer takes approaching an angry animal.
Her face is cold against her pale fingers. "Wednesday, no one will take her away from you. They won't hurt her."
Wednesday blinks, her mother sees the fear making her blood boil. "Are you accurate?"
She hesitates, but nods before placing a chaste kiss on her forehead."She'll be back on Monday, in one piece. You'll see."
If only that were true.
"Go away!" she complains, hearing thing's rapid movements on her desk.
Thing continues with a whiny rendition of how much it hates Enid going away from home, making the little brunette sigh angrily.
"I don't like her being away either!... Stupid adults."
Thing's response is a thumbs-down sign.
"Three days is a long time." She says, dramatically hugging Enid's pillow.
"I want to see her!" She moans, and the effect is instantaneous as she falls to the floor, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly as her heart begins to pound wildly, and she feels the air draining from her.
Darkness. All she can see is a cloud of shadows. A loud sound is coming from them, and she's slowly drowning.
Air is all she needs, but she can't breathe. It's too hot, too strong, the sensation in her chest.
She wants to scream. She doesn't like this kind of torture. It's not fun.
However, her screams get stuck in her throat, and that's when she sees her.
The brunette stands up in a single movement, not caring about the pain in her chest, not caring about anything else, just her.
Her blonde hair is disheveled, her eyes are sad, and deep tears are falling down her face. But that's not what makes Wednesday's body feel struck, Enid's screams shatter the tiny brunette's strong core.
The tears are still running down her face, Wednesday swallows while watching her. "Enid?"
"Help, help me!"
The brunette's eyes widen in horror. Her girl is suffering.
Her hands tremble, and a feeling of terror takes over her as she sees the desperation on the little blonde's face.
"I don't like being here, please, please!"
The brunette wants to run to Enid and help her. But she can't. Her feet won't move.
"Help me, help me!" Her small hands pound on the door. "Help!" Enid continues screaming desperately. "Get me out, please, please!"
The brunette can only watch her cry and ask for help. Wednesday begins to hyperventilate, almost fainting from the pain.
"Enid…"
Notes:
TBC...
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Chapter 5: I need a hero
Summary:
"A vision?" Yoko is incredibly surprised. She knows the psychic power that runs in the blood of her caregivers, but she didn't think it would manifest so quickly in someone so young.
"Power is linked to feeling, and the stronger the feeling, the faster the visions can begin," Gomez declares, as if he were an expert on the subject.
"Deep breaths, mi niña querida." Gomez speaks softly, approaching them. "Uno, dos, tres." he counts, and he's breathing with her. "You're doing great, my little viper!" he continues.
"Enid…. Tears flowed in torrents. "Something bad happened to her, and I wasn't there to take care of her."
Notes:
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A hug, have a good dayNote: This chapter is divided into two locations: the Addams Mansion and the land belonging to The Sinclair Family. Each location is highlighted so you know what happens and the chronology.
Sorry for the delay, to make up for it. 51533 words. WOW!
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Chapter Text
The Addams mansion.
"Enid…"
Wednesday's heart thunders in her ears, the sound of pumping blood making her feel dizzy when she opens her eyes.
She'd never known what pain was until now. There's a weight on the place her heart occupies in her chest so strong it brings her to her knees.
Tears flicker in her eyes, the liquid strange on her skin, oblivious to her own emotions, as the images in her vision flash by in a blur.
Her hands sweat, as does her body.
"Help, help me!"
"I don't like being here, please, please!"
"Get me out, please, please!"
Enid's broken voice sinks into her ears, the plaintive sound melting into her chest, the broken melody only attracting more pain.
Wednesday screams, throwing the things in her hand against the wall.
"Get me out, please, please!" Enid's voice continues, and the first tears have begun to fall on her cheeks. "I don't like being here, please, please!" Enid sounds broken, so broken.
Wednesday breathes even faster, her heart racing at the thought that something horrible has happened to Enid, her girl.
"Please be saved" Wednesday cries, a desperate cry escaping her lips.
One hour before.
Murray sees the pout on his daughter's lips as she walks away from the Addams mansion, her blue eyes shining with unspoken words.
He almost feels guilty for trying to unite Enid and the little family he has.
His daughter is loved by her grandmother. But aside from her, the little girl has been unable to share with other members of the Sinclair family.
He tells himself that leaving was the right thing to do. His wife was fighting for her life, and his attempt to help her allowed the three of them to remain estranged in a small bubble where nothing else mattered, until Esther lost her battle with cancer and Murray had to change his job, his life, and become the lonely father he never wanted to be.
He wants to remedy that. Especially because he knows his little one's changes will begin soon, and being part of a pack is the most important thing for a developing wolf.
Murray sighs; it only makes him remember that he's never even broached the subject with his daughter. And truthfully, he doesn't know how to do it.
Maybe these shared moments will help Enid bond with a pack.
Maybe, just maybe.
The Addams mansion.
The scene Gomez encounters is one he won't soon forget.
His little viper is kneeling on the ground, her tangled hair sticking to her forehead, sweat covering her cheeks as the most painful expression grips her; at the same time, her chest trembles and she cries, cries uncontrollably.
Gomez's mouth opens and closes, not knowing what to say, how to act.
Yoko, beside him, stares at her surroundings, paralyzed. Her glasses have fallen to the bridge of her nose; she can smell the desperation and the salty tears echoing like waves one after another.
"What happened?" she asks frantically, searching for the possible assailant. Not even in her wildest dreams could she imagine the little raven crying. Yoko didn't believe that was possible. "Who hurt you?"
Wednesday doesn't respond, but Thing begins his explanation with delicate movements, describing how the girl touched Enid's pillow, causing her to spiral downward.
The poor Thing tried to calm her, but that wasn't possible. So he had to call for the heavy cavalry.
"A vision?" Yoko is incredibly surprised. She knows the psychic power that runs in the blood of her caregivers, but she didn't think it would manifest so quickly in someone so young.
"Power is linked to feeling, and the stronger the feeling, the faster the visions can begin," Gomez declares, as if he were an expert on the subject.
Understanding is like a bucket of cold water on Yoko. Feelings. Wednesday crying.
Her feet carry her flying to the little brunette.
"What happened to Enid?"
And that does the job. The brunette looks at her in horror, her lips trembling as the way her hands do. Her heart thunders in her chest.
She's hyperventilating, Yoko can feel it.
"Wednesday, stay strong!" Yoko's comforting hand gently grips one of her shoulders. "Breathe! Wednesday, come on!"
"Deep breaths, mi niña querida." Gomez speaks softly, approaching them. "Uno, dos, tres." he counts, and he's breathing with her. "You're doing great, my little viper!" he continues.
"Enid"
"She…. Tears flowed in torrents. "Something bad happened to her, and I wasn't there to take care of her."
"You'll have to be a very brave girl, be the best friend Enid can ask for, protect her, help her, be there for her, because she's your girl, Wednesday."
"Oh no!" Yoko's heart sinks as she remembers Divina's words, and the crow's faithful promise to always protect her girl.
"She's crying," Wednesday says, on the verge of collapse. "I don't want her to cry, I don't want her to be hurt…"
"Wends, you need to breathe." The vampire's voice is distorted, but the little raven listen, and the shallow breath she take burned her lungs.
"That's good, keep going."
"We want to help you, but you need to breathe."
"Just breathe Wends… I need you to breathe for me.
"That's good, keep going."
"Don't let her hurt, father," she pleads with such agony that Gomez can't stand it and takes her in his arms.
She still cries uncontrollably when her father picks her up. A sign that something is terribly wrong; the last time she was deliberately held in his arms, she was still a baby.
Her body is sweaty, cold, and shivering. Gomez hates it. He hates seeing his little girl suffer. She hasn't said a word, but he knows he'll hear everything she has to say soon. His own silence must speak volumes.
He does this for what seems like hours, until her breathing feels normal and her heart beats at a much slower rate.
Her eyes close and Gomez's heart calms.
The Sinclair family. Two hours later.
His sister's arms wrap around him as soon as she opens the door. She has curly blonde hair in soft waves that reach her waist, her eyes are warm, and she has a smile that makes his heart feel at home.
He had missed this.
"Hello, stranger. We've missed you," Michelle declares with all the sincerity in her voice.
"It's good to see you, sis," he smiles back, losing himself in her embrace.
"So who do we have here?" she asks, taking a step back, observing the small figure hiding behind her brother.
"This princess is Enid."
Blue eyes widen in recognition. A smile spreads across her lips. "You're much bigger than the last time I saw you, squirrel. Come here and give the best aunt a big hug."
Enid hesitates, her gaze searching for her father's approval, before taking winding steps toward the new woman.
The little girl squeals as she is lifted and twirled in the air.
Murray only can smiles after that.
A few hours later, when they've both acclimated, the introductions were made, Enid sleeps peacefully in an oversized bed, clutching the terrifying-faced blonde doll courtesy of Wednesday Addams.
Only then does Murray allow himself to let his guard down and sit by the fire. The fresh air has a calming effect on him.
"She's beautiful, she looks so much like Esther," Michelle affirms, taking a sip from her cup of hot chocolate. "She's a great girl, you're doing great."
"Sometimes I just don't know..." he stares at the horizon, his hands twisting in his pants. "It's her and me against the world. It's so fucking unfair. Esther should be able to watch her kid grow up..."
Michelle sighs. "She does. Believe me, she must be proud of the little squirrel and that smile that melts the ice."
"I look at her and think how perfect she is. I don't know how I got so lucky. It reminds me to be better every day, to be the father she deserves." Murray feels the truth bubbling up in his mind, begging to be shared with someone who can understand. "The reality is, I'm scared, Sis…"
A hand clutches his, as it used to be when he was young and terrified of the dark. "You're doing great, we can all see that. She looks so happy. And you made that possible."
Murray smiles. "Do you think so?"
"Extremely confident. Just as I'm sure she'll manifest her wolf abilities soon, if her emotions are kept in check."
"That doesn't reassure me at all."
The woman laughs. "Well, you were a precocious little thing. Did you forget that your claws appeared when you were only 6 years old after Andrea Ortigas kissed your cheek, that's a hard thing to forget."
Murray deflates, his cheeks flushed. If his daughter is anything like him, Enid will be a wolfish mess if Wednesday ever does that.
Oh yeah, he's screwed.
"Good morning," Enid greets, leaving a couple of Legos in the living room and heading into the kitchen. "Can I have pancakes, Aunt Michelle?" she asks with a cute little face and puppy dog eyes, watching the woman search for some food in the kitchen cabinets.
"Of course, honey. Do you want blueberries in them?" she asks, gliding around with practiced movements.
Enid washes her hands and gives the blonde a big smile. "Of course! Those are the best. Right, Tony?"
"Yeah, those are my favorite too," Anthony smiles as he takes a seat at the table.
Michelle is pleased by the exchange. Her son is two years older than her niece, but from the moment she arrived, he has been a kind and patient host.
He shows her his toys, his favorite games, and places in the house he thinks Enid might find fun.
They have become fast friends, forming what she believes will be a great family bond.
Enid told me you were going to show her the treehouse today"
His eyes widen with joy. "It's a private and confidential secret "he whispers with his voice of a special ninja agent, who Anthony says he has.
"Oh, in that case," Michelle smiles. "I'll wait for the moment when you can reveal the mission, soldier" she whispers for fun.
"Well, rest soldier Sinclair," Anthony euphorically screams. Enid laughs beside him.
The blonde shakes her head in amusement, moving to flip the pancake in the pan.
"I have another mission for you, Tony. I'll go with Murray to the market to pick up some things. You'll be in charge of Enid's care in the meantime."
Her voice drops an octave. Are you ready for that job, soldier?
"Yup" The child shouts again."I will be the best protector"
If only that were true.
The Addams mansion.
The touch of soft, cool fingers on her cheek is the first thing she feels when she opens her eyes.
Her mother's face greets her, and Wednesday moves away as quickly as she can.
"Wednesday"
There is too much betrayal written on her face. "You lied to me."
"I didn't want to. I didn't know...
"You said it…"Wednesday presses her lips together. Her hard gaze rests on her mother. "You said she'd be fine and would be back on Monday"
Morticia pretends not to notice Wednesday's lower lip tremble slightly as it kills her inside just that little bit more, that knowledge of the damage she's caused.
"She's hurt... Her eyes are full of fear and the protective instinct that comes with the Addams curse.
"You don't know that."
"I saw her scared" Her gaze is lost, scared by her own words."And I wasn't there"
Morticia is shocked by her daughter's revelations. Her first vision has arrived, and with it, the weight of grief settles in her bones.
The last time Morticia saw her cry was when Wednesday thought Enid would get married and she would lose her forever.
That was child's play compared to the pain emanating from her.
Her poor little girl, suffering from the sweetest love and from the Addams curse that prevents her from thinking about anything other than her most beloved person.
Wednesday looks at her with derision.
"Tell me what you know, if you want help her"
Against all odds, she follows her mother's advice and details her vision.
"We are going to help her!" Morticia says after a moment.
"What if it's too late?" she whispers.
Morticia can see vulnerability and sincerity in her eyes, traits she had no idea she knew the meaning of, let alone possessed to this young age.
"She is hurt mother…
Wednesday looks away, breathing fast. "Please don't say that," Morticia murmurs. A gentle hand tilts her chin so she looks at her mother again. "Visions are just subjective predictions of something that may happen."
Her muscles tense and Morticia feels Wednesday's jaw tighten under her own hand. "Maybe it's just words to you, but for all the holly in my life I mean it. I am deeply sorry for that event. I shouldn't have promised something I couldn't control. Especially because promises in this family are sacred. We'll find Enid and get her to safety."
Wednesday looks at her as if she's contemplating not saying anything else.
But she gives in at the last minute. "Fine"
The Sinclair family.
An hour later.
Enid plays with her cousin Anthony's new pet, a white rabbit that hops everywhere.
The rabbit stops right in front of her; she holds her breath and takes it between her hands.
It's spongy and soft. Very soft like cotton. Enid lets out a laugh.
The rabbit fits comfortably in her hands.
She smiles happily when she sees him. And she follows him everywhere. She's scampering back and forth when she realizes she's gone far enough away from the treehouse.
Her blue eyes rest on the rabbit far away from her. And on the place where he's hiding.
The little blonde girl timidly watches the new place, the stairs that lead to a tiny room used to store cleaning supplies and the occasional broom. It's pitch black, but the playful rabbit is hiding there.
She's hesitating whether to take him out because she's afraid of the dark and closed spaces, especially if her best friend isn't there to hold her hand.
And Tony isn't there either. He has returned to the house to get some chocolate cookies for them and carrots for the little rabbit.
Enid sighs as she looks at the rabbit from afar.
If there's one thing Peter will remember forever, it's that day.
The impulse to scare, to cause harm, makes his heart beat fast in his chest.
His father has mentioned that it's because of his wolf, his ability to scratch, seek prey, and attack.
And Peter has acquired a beautiful new prey. One with blue eyes filled with fear, who stutters when she speaks, and is easily frightened.
He doesn't know why, but his wolf chokes in the girl's presence, rejecting her.
There's something about her that makes him angry.
"Hey, look at that!" Peter grins sinisterly as he beckons to his brother.
"She's the new one," Ethan, a thin boy with fine features and very blue eyes, complains, crossing his arms. "Let's not talk to her."
"I have an idea! Let's go!" Peter quickly orders, approaching the little blonde.
"Little Puppy," Peter greets Enid, who stares at him. "Do you want to see something in there?" he gives her an inquisitive look.
Enid's lips tremble as she sees the kids approaching.
She's scared, her heart beating loudly in Peter's ears.
The fourteen-year-old boy loves the feeling.
"No, I don't want to..."Enid instinctively steps back.
"Don't be scared, pup." Both children exchange a knowing smile at the blonde's fear.
"We just invent a game" The word "mischief" is written all over Peter's face. The girl shakes her head.
"Do you want to play?" Ethan asks, his faithful ally at his side.
She three steps back.
Peter takes three steps closer. A smile blooms on his lips.
His hand almost lands on her right shoulder, when he stops. His face forms a rough grimace and out of his mouth comes a sound like a grunt.
"You don't want to be a coward, do you? All Sinclair are brave"
Enid swallows visibly as she clings more emphatically to her sweater, as if seeking protection. She is nervous.
"But I don't think you're a coward. Do you, little pup?"
The little one nods slightly, still looking at them with shy eyes. She is standing without moving. Her hands clinging to the edges of her sweater.
"It's a really fun game. It's called inside the jail, and you'll be the prisoner inside," Peter assures, grabbing her by the arm. Ethan follows his example, quickly grabbing her and pushing her into the dark corner.
The sound of the door closing and laughter is all Enid hears.
"No, no, no!" the little blonde screams, immersed in the darkness. "Please!"
"Come on, bro," Peter smiles, amused by her action. "Let her be scared for a while," he says, running alongside his brother.
Only a couple of screams and frantic breathing fill the room. "Help, help!" Her small hands bang on the door. "Help!" She continues screaming desperately. "Get me out, please, please!"
"Help, help me!" Her heart is beating very fast, her ears are ringing.
"I don't like being here, please, please!"
"Help me, help me!" Her small hands pound on the door. "Help!" Enid continues screaming desperately. "Get me out, please, please!"
Peter's laughter filters through the air, and his wolf nods victoriously.
The Addams.
"Hurry up, Lurch." Yoko whistles from her seat, urging the pale butler on.
The little raven stares at the landscape as it passes with her arms crossed.
Her face must show nothing, but her eyes tell a different story, filled with pain and concern.
"I'm afraid we haven't been able to reach Murray. But we have the ubication of his sister's house. As soon as we arrive, we must follow protocol"
"Cause harm and then ask questions?" Yoko's smile is mischievous.
"Preferably not, my little vampire. Murray came here to unite his family; the last thing we want is to get in the way of that"
"And if it's his family who hurt Enid? WE WILL DO NOTHING?" The raven's voice is filled with so much rage that Morticia blinks at it.
"Calm down, my little scorpion. If that's the case, we'll see how to proceed" Gomez reassures her calmly.
But Yoko doubts that the little raven won't hurt anyone today.
The Sinclair family.
They rush out of the vehicle as soon as it stops.
Yoko's senses urge her to go out and play as soon as she takes in her surroundings.
The radio is on, a country tune playing in the background, hurried footsteps, hands trying to open a jar.
Two racing hearts running toward the woods, smelling of wet earth.
Their laughter.
"That was wrong" It's the first thing she listens to with concentration.
"That was fantastic. She'll probably cry for a long time." A new voice mocks. A child. A teenager.
Rage sets in. Wednesday won't hurt them, because Yoko will kill them first.
"She'll tell Dad, Peter"
"Then we'll deny it. She's just a new girl"
"She's little. What if something bad happens to her? "
"Then we'll have more Christmas presents for us"
Her fists clench, her vision is a red tunnel, and that's when Yoko hears her.
"Please, please, stop!"
She closes her eyes, concentrating even more. "I got her. LET'S GO!"
A heart-rending scream escapes her lungs. "Please, please, stop!" the little blonde cries, sobbing. "Stop!" she continues, kicking the door loudly.
Her voice seems broken, as if she's lost something very dear to her. Morticia's heart must have sank at hearing her muffled voice. The rage in her eyes disappears and she's filled with so much pain it's almost tangible. She runs her hand through her hair, trying to regain some control over the situation.
Yoko breaks the lock with a single blow and quickly opens the door.
Enid's face is blank and her eyes are empty, her gaze lost in space. Her hands open slowly, and her lips tremble.
Morticia approaches her carefully. "Enid, my child." Her eyes fill with concern as she sees the fear written in her beautiful blue eyes.
She doesn't respond, and instead, she pushes herself back. Her face reddens as it transforms into a painful expression. Her mouth hangs open, but no cry escapes. Silent tears begin to trickle down her cheeks.
"Honey, it's okay," Yoko approaches her slowly. "I know what happened," she says, gently prying her hands over Enid's face.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Yoko asks gently. A wave of gratitude runs through Morticia.
Enid looks up at her, her lower lip still trembling, and the blonde shakes her head.
Morticia takes her in her arms, and that's the moment Enid breaks down, crying uncontrollably, clutching her black dress.
Morticia watches the situation expectantly, a sharp lump forming in her throat, and when she touches her own cheeks, she realizes small tears are falling from her own dark eyes.
Morticia Addams isn't crying, so she brushes the tears away from her eyes and takes another look at her little blonde. Yoko can't control the situation; she keeps moving her hands over the girl's back, but nothing works either.
The young vampire honestly can't take it anymore. She can hear the words "Daddy, stop," "Scared," and "Mommy" escaping the blonde's lips like whispers as she cries.
"Hey," Yoko says as she rubs her arms to comfort her. "It's okay, Princess. You're safe."
"Shh, calm down. I'm here. Nothing can hurt you, my girl," Morticia repeats, walking in short steps with the child in her arms.
"I'm here with you," Morticia whispers, slowly stroking her back in small, soothing circles, easing Yoko's addictions. "I won't let anything happen, you're safe." "Shhh..." she whispers soothingly.
"I'm scared," the blonde cries breathlessly. "To the darkness," she whispers very softly.
Morticia looks at her sympathetically before adding, "Let me tell you something, Enid. And I want you to hear it loud and clear, do you understand?" The blonde nods. "I'll never let anyone touch you or hurt you. I'll always be there for you. You don't have to be afraid of anything, or anyone."
Suddenly, Enid hugs her tightly, taking her by surprise. "Thank you!" "I'm so happy you're here," she adds, and her heart skips a beat.
"You're welcome," Enid's smile lights up her eyes. Morticia isn't sure what else to say.
Thas the moment when Morticia swallows hard and happens to glance her way.
Her eyes settle on her daughter for the first time and she is surprised (and hurt) by how cold they are. They take her breath away.
Morticia is shocked by the depth of her reaction to Enid's pain.
She freezes at Enid's cries, her heart pounding against her chest. She can only watch as Yoko manages to pull her out, and her mother comforts her.
It's a gesture that weakens her already broken heart.
Then Enid smiles and the raven's world turns around.
Wednesday feels like a blind girl that's just seen the sun for the first time. It's a feeling that overwhelms and astonishes her at the same time. Enid is her best friend, her own anchor on this earth. Enid has, in a very short time, earned her love and frienship and being separated from her is not something Wednesday ever wants to experience again.
She can't live without her - and it's too much.
Enid runs into her arms when she sees her, and her smile takes her breath away.
"I was really scared, because you weren't there," comes a little whisper from Enid; and Wednesday breaks.
Tears flowed freely down her face as she apologizes over and over again, trying to subdue the pain they both feel. "I was scared too," she admits.
"But Wends, you never get scared. You're the bravest person in the world."
"I thought you were hurt."
Enid looks away as tears roll down her cheeks yet again, and Yoko beats a hasty exit to let the little girls have their reunion.
"I Fine. I missed you so much, Wends," Enid says honestly as she wipes away Wednesday's tears. "Are you ok?" she asks softly. Her eyes are filled with so much doubt that it makes Wednesday’s heart sink again.
I'm fine because you're fine" she reassures her girl.
A tentative grin spreads across Enid’s face. Her hands embrace Wednesday fondly. "Thanks for saving me!"
Wednesday swallows. "I'm always going to save you Enid. Always."
"I really like you, Wednesday.," she says hazily.
Wednesday smiles openly, her cheeks dyed pink. "Me too. You're my best friend."
Her face is full of sadness when Enid says "Don't leave me. Everyone leaves me."
The raven's eyes open, just like her mouth. She would never leave Enid. Never. "I won't leave you!"
Enid's eyes shine. And Wednesday's face becomes even redder because of it. "Pinky promise?"
Wednesday says with a tiny smile " I Promise."
Yes, she will do everything to protect her. That is a promise.
Now and forever.
A few moments later.
"Why is Peter so mean?" Enid's voice echoes.
But it's Yoko who sighs. How can she explain her horror-movie conspiracy theory to a six-year-old?
"Because he have a screw loose"
"Does he have screws in his body?" Enid asks, astonished.
Yoko laughs softly. "No... It kind of... means... we better go home."
Wednesday holds her tightly as the little girl nods.
PLUS…
"Who the hell are you? Are you with that crazy little girl?" he demands, his voice sneering. His face is a pretty kaleidoscope of purples courtesy of the little Addams. "You're not a wolf."
Yoko laughs softly. "Who the hell, actually?" She fixes her sunglasses and adjusts the fit of her pants. "But you're right," her voice growls, the sound of hell. "I'm not a wolf, I'm something much worse."
"Whoever you are, you're going to pay," Peter says, his eyes furious. "Untie me right now!" He yells at her, looking down at her from his position, hands tied, back pressed against the wood of the coffin, while the younger boy watches in terror from the other coffin beside him.
Yoko waits just long enough to look like she intends to ignore Peter's impetuosity. Then she leans forward abruptly. "Okay," Yoko replies. "Then I'll talk, okay?"
Peter scoffs. Ethan trembles and cries beside him.
"Have you ever been locked up?" The boy looks quite taken aback by Yoko's question. She looks him up and down with disdain. "Wishing you could breathe, wishing like hell someone would come for you, scared, heart racing. Wolves hate that... but," she pauses as Yoko considers, "you're not one yet."
The little boy decides to play the innocent card. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I'm not in the mood for this right now," she orders, looking at him intensely. "So you'd better talk now!"
She raises her eyebrows to provoke a response, but Peter remains silent.
"Well," Yoko picks at some imaginary lint. "That happened to a girl I love very much. Some fucking abuser thought that would be funny. Does that sound familiar, kid?"
A flicker of recognition begins to grow in Peter's eyes.
Ethan gulps visibly. He declares, frightened, "We didn't do anything, We were just playing with her."
"That was fucking gruesome."
"She is such a scary little thing. I think she fainted, while she was crying" Peter whispers under his breath before grinning wickedly.
Yoko resists the urge to grab him by the shoulders and shake him violently, snapping him in two like a twig. She settles for removing her sunglasses, allowing her fangs to descend, and giving him the look that will haunt his dreams for years.
"No, no! Please, God, no! No, don't touch me, please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"
"Vampire," Ethan cries uncontrollably.
Yoko smiles with too many teeth. "I told you I wasn't a wolf."
Peter opens his eyes, fear seeping out of him, until he's a trembling, terrified mess, when the avenging princess appears with hands too small to have blood on their knuckles.
"Ready?" the vampire asks, eyeing the nail gun in her hand.
She nods, reaches out, and touches Peter's cheek, reveling his horrified face.
Perfect.
He deserves to pay.
The young kid steps back, but there's nowhere else to go. Wednesday traces her touch along Peter's jaw, rests against his frantic pulse. "This is what Uncle Fester calls an eye for an eye. I hope you enjoy it," she says in a soft, unyielding voice.
Yoko has never heard an innocent phrase sound so much like a threat.
Peter and Ethan begin to cry.
The sound of nails hammering into wood quickly becomes their favorite sonnet.
NOTE: Yoko sends a message to the parents just in time so they can search and arrive in time to save the abusers they have as children.
Notes:
TBC...
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Chapter 6: The Little Wolf
Notes:
Hello. First of all, I want to apologize for the time it took me to update. This chapter wasn't actually included in the chapters and story development, but I liked the idea so much and got so many positive reactions from you that I wanted to tackle the topic, and it turned out to be a long chapter.
5,986 words, wow!
Second, I want to thank you for the support I've had. Your comments are incredible and a motivator when I sit down to write. It's nice to read that other people like this story. Thank you so much for every word of encouragement and every idea.
I listened to this song throughout this chapter; it's in Spanish, but I love it. La Unión - Lobo-Hombre en París.
I hope you enjoy this chapter.
NO BETA.
Disclaimer: This fanfiction is not written for profit and no infringement of copyright is intended. Disclaimer: I don´t own Wednesday.
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Chapter Text
He can only stare at her tiny figure curled up in the warmth of her blanket, among the stuffed animals and colorful drawings.
She looks calm, after three weeks where fear was her only ally. He can still remember her cries for help at night.
Her forehead covered in sweat, her hair sticking to her face, and her hands shaking.
And the truth is, he'd never felt like such a bad father. So helpless, so disappointed in himself, as the day the naughty children locked Enid up.
Murray wept silently. His heart felt heavy as he encountered the pain in the eyes of a six-year-old brunette, while revenge gnawed at her insides.
His nephew told him what had happened. Morticia Addams, with her impetus, explained her uncensored version. Protective words and unspoken warnings were expressed with every glance the woman cast toward him.
His daughter had suffered because of him.
He had taken her from her safe environment.
It had been him and only him.
And that had started the process.
Intense emotions would awaken the wolf, Murray knew.
It was only a matter of time before the signs started to arrive.
That only left a way to be honest. To tell the truth.
A truth too harsh for someone so young.
A promise of something to come, of a magic that will never stop.
"Dad." It's her voice that stops his thoughts. She looks at him as if he were her hero. And he wants to feel that way again, worthy of her. "Come, tell me a story," she says as if nothing had happened, as if the fear had been replaced by something else.
He thinks so. Murray knows that Wednesday has been there every step of the way, helping his daughter feel better. And he also knows what she and Yoko did. No one could forget it, certainly those children never will, if the look of terror upon being found was the answer.
"Tonight, I'll tell you the story my mother once told me. So pay close attention," he says as he takes a seat next to the bed. His eyes never leave his daughter's face as the first words emerge from his mind.
"The word werewolf comes from the Latin lycanthropos, which in turn comes from the Greek words: λύκος, lýkos ['wolf']; άνθρωπος, ánthrōpos ['man']. This is the story of the first werewolf. Love can be so strong that it unites us to those we crave.
Arthos was the youngest of his brothers, agile, cunning, and strong. He had a will that made everyone fall in love and a charisma that enchanted the people. His only flaw was the bad mood that accompanied him when he didn't like something or when others were mistreated." His voice is soft, as he pronounces each word, the eyes of the little blonde attentively follow Murray's every gesture, who continues speaking.
"He lived with his family in the depths of the forest, so from a young age he had become accustomed to nature and to respecting animals. It was a simple life, but he loved it. However, that changed the day he met Selene. A young woman with beautiful blue eyes, jet-black hair, as soft as the night, as bright as the sun itself. Her smile was worthy of admiration. And he fell in love.
Arthos fell madly in love when their gazes met. The ground beneath his feet wobbled. Gravity no longer held him, she did.
Her and her gaze. Her and her smile.
In that moment, he knew his heart would live only for her until the end of time.
Their love grew stronger with each day they spent together. She was his perfect match.
But such love was not meant to be, Selene's mother learned that her daughter, an immortal being, had fallen in love with a simple young man, nothing extraordinary, and it angered her.
She tried to separate them, but they always found each other again and again. So, Selene's mother, in her moment of greatest fury, cursed young Arthos. She turned him into a wolf. His life was destined to wander for the forest, alone.
In her despair, Selene begged the heavens. She asked the gods for help. She wanted to be close to her love, even if he was an animal.
This is how Selene became the shining part of the full moon, destined to watch over her true love.
From that moment on, the wolf howls at the moon, acknowledging the connection that will always be there, the perpetual love that exists there for him.
Always united, but never together. A connection so strong that no one could ever break it.
Arthos was never alone; his family also changed. They became wolves like him. It is said that it was the power of their familial love; others say it was Selene herself. Her own magic managed to unite the first pack under her moonlight.
From there, the first werewolves were born.
History says that over the years, the curse dissolved until men only transformed under the power of the full moon.
That love, that strength, that courage of Arthos passed from generation to generation, causing each member of the different packs to transform into a wolf." His hand rests on her golden curls, caressing them with care and reverence.
"You, my dear child, have that love and that magic within you. Just like your mommy had it, I have it. And my family has it."
The blonde's blue eyes observe him with thousands of unanswered questions. There is a hidden emotion there, as palpable as the rhythmic sound of her heart.
Her voice is so soft that without his enhanced hearing, Murray wouldn't have been able to hear it. "I am a wolf."
"Not yet. But one day you will be."
She jumps up onto the pink unicorn blankets that kept her warm. A thought crosses her mind and she blurts it out in amazement. "Will I be very strong?"
"Yes."
"Brave?"
"Very brave." Murray assured her.
Her squeal is music to Murray's ears. "Fast?"
Her smile is big. "The fastest."
"And I'll be grumpy too," she adds matter-of-factly.
Murray just laughs. "Yeah, that too, but only some days."
"Because it's in the ABM, that's what Grandma says all the time."
"DNA." He edits.
Enid rolls her eyes and nods in understanding. "Well, DNA."
"I'm going to howl at the moon and I'm going to be the best." She promises with a smile plastered on her face. Her blue eyes sparkle with excitement.
"There's no doubt about that, my love."
The first signs don't occur as quickly as Murray had predicted. Nor do they occur together.
Weeks, even months, pass between them.
They all share the similarity of being close to the nights of the full moon.
The first sign of her wolf's awakening occurs four weeks after the incident at her aunt's house.
In the books, it is described that the age at which wolves begin to awaken (super audition, sense of smell, claws) is usually between nine and ten years old, with the wolf's full bloom between twelve and fourteen. This wasn't the case for Murray, and it won't be for Enid either.
Every step she takes is laden with elegance, her perfectly embroidered black dress hugging every curve of her body, while her black eyes rest on the drawings that adorn the small classroom.
"I'm glad you could join us, Mrs. Addams. It's always a pleasure to spend time with the parents of my students." Miss Mills greets cordially, not daring to be intimidated by the woman at her side.
"Knowledge is power. I'm captivated by following my daughter's footsteps, seeing her own being immersed in such a chaotic duality, as is living with other little minds."
"Wednesday is incredibly intelligent, she gets an A in all her classes."
"I wouldn't expect anything less; excellence is in her genes."
"She's changed so much in just a year and a half. Initially, I was worried she'd be alone. That she'd isolate herself from her classmates." Miss Mills recalls their first awkward interactions, her eyes fixed on nothing, and of course, her emotions running high upon meeting her new blonde classmate. "But she's made a complete turn. And that makes me very happy."
"I assume my daughter's change is following Enid's integration into her class."
Miss Mills smiles and nods, taking a few steps to pick up the black paper filled with animals (mostly crows) accompanying a little girl in the woods. "Last year's drawing shows a withdrawn, solitary girl."
Morticia's lips form a thin line, saying nothing more.
"However, this year, I've asked my students to draw something that makes them happy. This is Wednesday's drawing," she says, bringing with her the paper where a figure stands out from the experiments drawn in the background, a blonde girl in a pink dress smiling in the wind, a single crow keeping her company at her side.
Morticia's mouth opens and closes, emotion flashing rapidly in her dark eyes before small footsteps join them.
"Miss Mills." The boy's voice beside her is filled with terror. "Something bad happened."
"Devon, what happened?"
"Enie has blood in her ears. Joel took her to the infirmary"
The infirmary door opens with a loud sound. Enid sits with her knees drawn up to her chest, her hands clutching each of her ears, where blood spills over her pale fingers.
"What happened? Who hurt her?" is the cry of a mother worried for her little girl's well-being.
"No one hurt her," the nurse declares calmly. "The children were painting when blood started pouring from Sinclair's ears. Her scream alerted the entire school."
A sob escapes her lips, her blue eyes filled with pain. "Please make it stop!"
"What hurts, mi niña?"
"It's so loud!"
Her hand caresses her cheek with a tenderness that juxtaposes her outfit and her dark side.
"What's loud, darling?"
"The sound"
"What sound?"
"The drum, the guitar. It's so loud. My ears hurt a lot."
"I give her a painkiller; it shouldn't hurt much longer. I recommend rest for today."
Morticia looks at her with what she thinks is hostility. "Is her eardrum ruptured? Should I take her to the hospital?"
"I…" The nurse looks extremely confused. "I swear I saw both eardrums ruptured; that explains the bleeding from both ear canals. However, everything is intact now, as if nothing had happened."
"The sound, please stop it!" Morticia thinks she sees the little girl's eyes change color before she takes her into her arms and gently holds her.
"Is there music nearby?" she asks, searching for the sound that has Enid so disturbed. "Someone is playing in the classroom?"
Miss Mills vehemently shakes her head. "The music building is at the end of the field. It's impossible to hear anything coming from there."
Super audition points in her mind. But how?
"Calm down, my dear child! Everything will be all right!" she whispers, placing a kiss on her forehead, noting that the blood is now dry on her ears and small hands. "Just listen to my voice, focus on my voice and nothing else. Can you do that for me?"
Enid nods, concentrating on the lullaby Morticia is now reciting to her.
A week later, she's able to listen to everything without feeling overwhelmed.
"Pugsley is crying in his room; his favorite monkey fell."
"Thing is... dancing to Yoko's favorite Taylor Swift song."
"Uncle Fester is playing with explosives near the lake. I think he hit an animal, a deer."
"Wends is practicing in the family room."
"Yoko is deciding if she wants to call Divina. She's reciting the words one by one because she doesn't know what to say."
Morticia smiles. "That was amazing. Enid. Incredible." However, the question doesn't leave her mind.
"Super audition" signals her mind. But how?
The second sign appears two full moons later, in the strangest way possible.
A scream escapes her lips as soon as she jumps onto Wednesday's bed.
"A bug, a bug."
The raven drops her beloved musical instrument on the floor, sighing terribly at the interruption.
Enid can only nervously point across the room, where the small black scorpion is watching her. "A very fast, black bug."
The little brunette's gaze travels from Enid's frightened face, to her hand, and then to her scorpion.
She sighs, giving a look full of reprimand. "No, it's not a bug. His name is Nero. He's an arthropod. A scorpion."
"Is it yours?"
"It's my pet. Father gave it to me." The brunette sees the terror in her eyes. "You have nothing to be afraid of; he only feeds on small insects. And his sting can be painful, but he doesn't have deadly venom."
Her blue eyes widen. "Deadly?"
Wednesday snorts. "It means it causes or can cause death. But there are only twenty-five species belonging to the Buthidae family, whose venom is deadly. Nero isn't. And he knows he can't hurt you; I've warned him."
Enid's mouth opens and closes three times before closing forever, perhaps accepting her answer as a final verdict.
"Do you want to meet him?" Wednesday asks, with what Enid would later discover was her excited expression.
She can see the protectiveness in her best friend's eyes as she reaches out her hand, allowing her feet to touch the ground.
The grip in her hands gives her the confidence to walk beside the brunette, who is now whispering to Nero.
"Nero, behave yourself, she's my girl." Perhaps there's an understanding, because the scorpion climbs onto her hand and stays still. "Please don't hurt her!"
"Hi, Nero. I'm Enid Sinclair, nice to meet you!"
His tail twitches. The brunette just nods. "He likes you already."
She's about to answer when the teenage vampire's arms wrap around her. "Hello to the black cloud in the house," she says, winking at the raven, "hello to my personal favorite rainbow."
Enid usually gets excited and laughs at that, especially when she's spent time away from Yoko, but that's not the case.
The blonde takes a step back. "Ew," she says, wrinkling her nose as she moves away from Yoko.
"What happened?" she asks, not understanding her gesture, completely embarrassed.
"You smell really weird and off."
Wednesday almost lets out a laugh at that.
Yoko's lips form a thin line. "Weird."
"Like blood, so much blood."
The vampire thinks of her last meal over ten hours ago, a bag of Type A-BO blood. Not her favorite, but the one she had on hand before heading back.
"How do you smell that? Not even I can smell it right now."
Enid stares at her in horror, her lip trembling, feeling like a little girl who's done something wrong.
"Hey, I'm not mad, honey. I'll go wash up. And I'll be as good as new."
"Sorry, Yoko!"
Yoko nods, then smiles fondly at her. "See you later, girl with a super sense of smell."
That's the beginning of a new skill. Then her words precede what will be a sure find.
Her hand clasps the little brunette's. "Let's go inside, a storm's coming."
"Your mom's making meatloaf and chocolate cake. It smells delicious," she says, wide-eyed, from the top floor of the mansion, too far from the kitchen.
"Did you know Uncle Fester smells like sparks, dust, and extra-strong men's perfume?" she says suddenly one day, watching the man hunting in the distance.
But none of that matters, as much as the memory with the phrase that will always be Wednesday Friday Addams's favorite.
An extra-thick blanket is spread over the cold floor of the family mausoleum. The ghosts have decided to remain silent after the little brunette's requests (warnings and curses); beside her, Enid gazes at the few stars in the sky with a soft smile.
The raven really likes her smile and her pink-painted face.
"I know you don't like gifts." Her gaze shifts from the sky to pull something out of the pocket of her pink dress. "But I made this for you."
"It's..." Wednesday is speechless at the sight of the black beaded bracelet with a simple white heart and a pink E.
"It's a friendship bracelet. I have one too, look." She points to her right wrist where a replica of pink beads and a black heart with a white W adorns its center. "This way we'll always be friends."
Wednesday's heart flutters at that, feeling like thousands of spiders are crawling around her stomach. The little girl blushes instantly, continuing to detail her gift, each bead perfectly placed.
"If you don't like it, that's okay..."
"I love it," she blurts innocently, rubbing her thumb with the back of her hand after feeling Enid place the bracelet on her wrist. "Thank you!"
Enid smiles at her like the sun itself, blinding, but the brunette can only feel warmth seeping into her.
Enid hugs her tightly, burying her face in her neck. A smile touches her lips.
"If Mother smells like roses, Father smells like an old Cuban cigar, what do I smell like?" she can't help but ask, the question having been swirling around in her head for weeks.
"You smell like my favorite scent in the world."
Her arms remain around her raven, the tip of Enid's nose on her neck when Enid says, "You smell like home, Wends."
There under the dark night with only a couple of stars illuminating the cemetery, lying under the blankets, her hand clasped in Enid's. Thing by her side and Nero, her protector.
Wednesday Addams feels like the luckiest person on the planet.
Exactly four full moons pass before the third incident occurs, or as Uncle Fester would call it, proof that we live with a little wolf.
Gomez is polishing a group of sharp instruments, which anywhere else would be considered bladed weapons.
In the mansion, they are used as implements of torture, but only for those whose black souls deserve it.
Beside him, Fester tests the small electronic magnets and their effect when applying the smallest amount of electricity.
The door opens gently, allowing the blonde girl to enter.
"Hello, House, hello, Mr. Addams, hello, Uncle Fester," she greets with a soft, toothy smile.
"Hello, little one," Gomez's attention shifts to her. After a big hug that has Enid laughing, he asks, "How was your ballet class?"
Murray thought the music would help with his little girl's emotional state after the incident with the Machiavellian boys. It has helped a lot.
"I loved it. Miss Alice is very kind; we'll have a recital in a few months." The excited cry that escapes her lips will definitely leave a mark on Fester's ears. "You have to come see me."
"We will! I'm sure you'll look terrible, the most brilliant dancer on stage," declares the bald man with a maniacal grin.
A slow smile spreads across her lips in response, as her eyes fall on the swords behind Gomez. "What are those?" she asks, eyeing them suspiciously.
"This is my most precious collection. Brought from Scotland at the end of the 18th century. A beauty made of the finest silver, for the most admired swordsman."
"Wow. It's very pretty!"
"And dangerous! A cut from it could slice through even the strongest material."
"Or the animal, I remember that wonderful time in Transylvania…" Fester begins, only to be interrupted by the blonde's question.
"Can I touch it?"
"Absolutely. Grip the sword handle tightly, little one, so you can lift it." He watches her frown in concentration, lips parted, and the tip of her tongue sticking out. "Then we can…"
Silence falls over the room, the electricity emanating from Fester's fingers slows, and the sharpest cry of pain comes from Enid.
"Enid?" Gomez calls, a genuinely concerned expression on his face.
Enid's face contorts in pain, fine tears streaming down her face as she lets out a muffled clump, dropping the sword with a thud on the carpet.
"What happened, little one?"
The girl cries, cowering on the floor, her right hand reaching for her chest.
"Fester…" he pleads for help.
The shorter man runs toward them, bends down to the girl's level, and takes her hand with the utmost care, wincing at the completely burned skin on her palm.
Enid lets out a sob, then another.
"Don't cry, kid. I've seen worse burns. And I've had one that made me roll my eyes like the girl in The Exorcist."
"It hurts," she sobs, tears streaming down her face.
"I know, but you're a tough little thing," he tells her honestly, seeing the sword at her side. "Very tough, I'd say." He helps her up. "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up. You'll be as good as new in a few minutes."
She whispers fearfully. "Promise?"
He winks at her, amused by the situation. "Cross my heart and I'll die, if you don't."
Fifteen minutes later, the blonde's tears have been replaced for a smile.
"Uncle Fester bought me some ice cream," she declares, heading upstairs to find her best friend.
"Bought or Stolen?" Morticia asks with a quizzical eyebrow.
Fester shrugs. "What a kid doesn't know can't hurt her."
"What about her hand?" Gomez chimes in, jumping up from his sitting position.
"Perfectly healthy"
"Gomez told me, but what did you use on her? Grandma's remedy? The Alanos position for pain relief?"
"I just washed her hand with water, and boom. The surface healed instantly."
"She burned herself, and her hand was horrible... Tish... It was red-hot flesh." Confusion shines in his dark eyes. "And now she's healed. Like nothing happened."
Morticia gives him a thoughtful look. "You mean she burned herself with your sword?"
"Yes, Uncle Roman's sword."
"Specifically, Uncle Roman's silver sword," Fester adds excitedly.
Morticia brings her hands to her mouth. "Oh God. Gomez."
Fester's eyes glow, electricity surges through his body at the possibilities. It's been years since they've had a person with that power in the family. "I suppose we have a little wolf at home? Can we practice on her?"
NO!
Nero becomes her faithful protector.
Her friend when Enid can't be there.
He's an official member of the Addams Family.
He's even managed to win the affection of the young Sinclair.
Perhaps that's why his death marks the final point of the girl's breakdown.
"Can we get some chocolate chip cookies?" she asks with the perfect puppy dog eyes that melt even the darkest hearts—Uncle Fester being a prime example.
Murray grins. "All for today's best dancer."
"Yay!" she shouts ecstatically, taking her father's hand in an attempt to go even faster, only to be stopped by the sight of the familiar hearse parked in front of the veterinary store.
Enid can't explain why, but the sight has her heart leaping in a way she doesn't like, her skin prickles, and that's when she hears Mr. Addams's muffled words, "My daughter took her scorpion out of the car for his afternoon stroll and they were ambushed."
"They took her by the shoulders and made her look," anger seeps into Mrs. Addams's every word.
"They were wondering, what kind of freak would have a scorpion for a pet ?" Yoko seethes. "They're monsters! They should pay for this!"
Every sentence breaks her heart into a thousand pieces, but it's the sob that nearly brings Enid to her knees.
Wednesday is crying.
Crying her little black heart out.
Her legs race toward the store with Murray yelling things she can't understand, not when all her six-year-old mind is thinking about is her best friend.
The door bounces open. Eight pairs of eyes stare at her, but she only stops to stare at the small, dark wooden box in the pale hands of a little girl crying on the floor.
Her dress is wrinkled, her braids are a mess, and her face is filled with tears streaming down its face. Her eyes are dark clouds of pain, of so much pain.
Nero died, and she couldn't do anything.
She didn't know the true meaning of pain until that day when cruelty showed itself abundantly in her own world.
Enid opens her eyes in horror, her heart clenching as she watches the most important and strongest person in her life cry. Seeing her sob so hard brings her to her knees in an instant.
Enid takes her in her arms, her gaze resting on her chest, large, dark stains covering her floral dress.
"I'm sorry!" Tears stream down her beautiful face. The raven looks up at her, and the way the brunette looks at her breaks her heart again and again.
"I'm sorry, Wednesday!"
The brunette doesn't respond. She remains with her arms crossed, her heart thundering in her chest, each beat a harsh blow to Enid's ears. It is pure agony.
"It's not fair. He was good," the brunette cries, a desperate scream escaping her lips.
"No, Nero." There is a heartbreaking tone in Wednesday's voice that evokes a new, different feeling in Enid's chest, heavy in her chest.
Nero is dead. Her best friend's pet.
Her loyal and protective pet.
Wednesday cries for her pet, cries for something those children did. Realization hits Enid, and she feels her stomach churn with fury. She'd never truly understood what it meant to see red until this moment, when a fuzzy red glow took over her vision.
Her hands tremble as she pulls away from the brunette.
"Enid," the little raven locks eyes with her blonde daughter's, and for the first time, she sees the fury in them.
Because Enid was a ticking time bomb, and Wednesday's grief had set her in motion.
Enid bursts out of the store in a gust of wind. She can't remember anything else, she can only feel absolute fury.
She can feel her face transform into a mask of boiling rage, the colors becoming more vibrant and the lines of things standing out in sharp relief as her pupils become slits.
She doesn't know emotion at this level.
She's been angry before, at Robert and his friends.
But this isn't anything like it. It's hot lava burning every part of her body.
It's red, like blood, but darker.
Her heart beats fast, so fast she thinks it will burst out of her chest.
Enid tries to close her eyes, but the image is seared into her retinas. Wednesday crying for her beloved pet.
Nero, who suffered a horrific end at the hands of evil abusers.
Her heart thunders in her ears, her blood pumps rapidly, her body feels very hot, as hot as when she has a fever.
Enid's pupils begin to constrict and her breathing becomes labored when she sees them laughing, carefree.
She knows who they are; Yoko has mentioned their names before, saying things about children who think they're superior but are just bullies who use fear as a weapon against the weak.
Enid growls.
"Are you lost, puppy?" one of them sneers, the bully who committed the crime. And his voice sounds so similar to Peter's, which infuriates her even more.
"She's gone deaf, or maybe she's mute or another weirdo, like the scorpion," the boy next to her laughs.
"You shouldn't have done that. It's wrong. You're evil," she yells at him, her face twisting in fury again.
"Oh! The little girl says I'm bad..." he laughs out loud.
"I didn't know the weird girl had even weirder friends," his friend mocks.
"Apologize for what you did!" she yells back.
The boy laughs. His eyes sparkle with mischief, and he hops off his bike like a king stepping off his throne.
"Or what?" He leans toward her menacingly. His height is obvious. His eyes are cold. "Are you going to make me?"
However, she isn't afraid of him, nor is she intimidated by him. "I said apologize!"
"Make me!" he hisses.
The other boy just rolls his eyes, staring at the girl much smaller than either of them. "Go away, kid. Or you'll end up like your weird friend's dead pet."
Something clicks inside her. Weeks of constant fear, engulfed by a fury that knows no bounds.
Her eyes change color, the yellow shining brightly. "Apologize!"
"Make me!" he sneers again, and that's when she breaks, pulls him by the flannel tightly, long claws emerging from her colorful nails to latch onto his face.
His scream is heard across the street, blood running down his cheek.
Her fists clench. Her nostrils flare, and she lets the color red invade everything she knows.
That's when the wolf is unleashed.
The vet offers his condolences, explaining that he did everything in his power to save little Nero, but it was impossible.
The words feel empty; it's really the screams that attract the little brunette's attention. "Where's Enid?"
Everyone turns to look for the little girl; Murray is already running toward the street.
The sight that greets him is the stuff of nightmares. His little girl is on top of the older boy, strong claws tearing at his face, blood soaking into it and splashing on her angelic face.
"Enid, no!"
She growls without moving away from the boy, her almost black yellow eyes unwavering in their prey.
"Enough! Stop!" Murray orders her in an alpha wolf tone, grabbing her by the chest and pulling her away from the boy with superhuman effort.
She kicks hard, growls echoing in the air. Claws out, engorged with blood, eyes bloodshot. The wolf has come out to play and doesn't feel like stopping.
"Breathe, honey! You can do this; please!" he begs.
Enid growls. It's her only response.
"He won't hurt her again. Wednesday is fine!"
Enid shakes her head, scanning for potential threats, searching for the other child. Her breathing is erratic. She's in hunter mode.
"Enid," her voice is soft, the tears on her face almost dry.
Murray steps between them, holding his blonde girl back as she makes even stronger movements. "Don't come any closer, Wednesday."
But she has that determined look on her. "She would never hurt me!"
"Wednesday!"
The brunette takes a step closer, mesmerized by the most beautiful yellow eyes she's ever seen; her girl is wonderful. Her extended claws are dangerous. And she's never seen anyone as perfect as her friend, their face splattered with the blood of their prey.
An avenging angel, her own angel.
"Thank you for avenging Nero!" she says with such emotion in her voice, pain mingling with sincere gratitude, reaching for one of her claws. Enid allows it, stopping her struggles. "I'm fine, thanks to you, little wolf."
And that's what makes the wolf settle, leaving only an exhausted child in the arms of her terribly worried father.
Murray Sinclair feels his heart stop beating, especially out of fear; his closely guarded secret has come out in the worst way.
His daughter in his arms seeks his comfort, clinging to his chest, placing her ear to the place that protects his heart. He kisses her blonde hair, wanting to take away the pain and anger from her.
He takes two steps back from Wednesday's solemn, dark gaze, now with her own family.
"We'll take care of this!" Gomez assures him, stopping to look at the boy sobbing on the ground. "We love protective wolves. We haven't had one in the family for years, and now we have two," he smiles ecstatically.
"Let the little wolf sleep," Morticia whispers, placing a kiss on her forehead. "She's magnificent. We're lucky to have her."
Murray sighs, thanking fate for having these incredible people in his daughter's life.
The first snowflakes have begun to fall, the wind blows cold against her black clothes, the now-dry tears marking a constant scar of pain on her face.
Her heart feels heavy in her chest as she looks at the grave of her faithful companion.
She will miss him dearly. She sighs, placing a black rose on the headstone with unexpected gentleness.
Her heart leaps as the tones of Enid's floral essence spread in the air.
Her steps are cautious, very gentle, yet her black eyes turn toward her, like magnets that never cease to attract.
"Enid!"
Concern shines clearly in her blue eyes, but she stays a few steps away from her.
"Thank you!" is all she can say. Thank you for being my avenging angel, thank you for doing what I couldn't.
Her words are filled with agitation; the brunette can see it in her eyes. "Aren't you afraid of me?"
Afraid of the disaster, of the blood, of me being a terrifying animal. It's the question that isn't asked, but she understands it anyway.
Little Addams vehemently shakes her head. "I could never be afraid of you." After a moment of silence, she speaks again. "You're too sweet."
Her mouth forms a line, trying to be serious. "I'm a wolf."
That makes the brunette almost smile. "You have claws, and terrifying eyes, but you're not furry yet."
Her voice is a whisper. "Do I look terrifying to you?"
"You are magnificent, you were extraordinary. And you will make a beautiful wolf."
Her rosy cheeks are the answer that makes the brunette's heart skip a beat.
"Will you still be my best friend, even though I'm a wolf?"
Her words are a promise. "Forever."
That makes the blonde girl gain confidence, and she approaches the brunette, still smiling. Her hands are full of white lilies and a pink lily.
"You were a great pet, Nero." Her fingers intertwine with the brunette's at her side.
"Thank you for being the best pet." There's a heartbreaking tone in Wednesday's voice that makes Enid want to hug her until she feels happy again. "I'll love you forever. I'll never forget you."
Enid looks at her fondly when she turns to her. "Nero will be in scorpion heaven, with other scorpions playing and eating lots of insects," she assures her friend. "My mommy will definitely visit and take care of him."
A tear spills from her dark eyes as she nods.
When Wednesday is far enough away, Enid leans in, whispering a quiet phrase.
"Don't worry, Nero. I promise I'll take care of her for you."
And it's the promise Enid Sinclair will never break.
Notes:
RIP Nero. Our beloved scorpion.
TBC... Sorry for the bittersweet episode.
At what age do you think Enid should become a full wolf? I'm reading your comments. Are we following the canon?
I hope you are with me in this story. There is a fun trip to tell.
If you take the time to read, please take time to comment.
What did you think of the chapter?
The next episode will be full of Valentine's Day. It'll be called "Seven Years."
Feel free to let me know what you think. Questions, suggestions, opinions, anything goes.
The next one is called the little wolf, any ideas?
Hugs.
Chapter 7: Only seven years old.
Notes:
Hello everyone. I'm really excited about how this story is going.
I truly appreciate every comment, suggestion, and question.
They brighten my day, so thank you for that.
The positive response to each chapter has been amazing, and it gives me a lot of encouragement to write the next one.
This one is full of tender moments. We've had enough suffering. This is the chapter to take a breather.
I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Words: 5593
Disclaimer: This fanfiction is not written for profit and no infringement of copyright is intended. I don't own Wednesday.
A hug, have a good day
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Chapter Text
I thought love was only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else but not for me
Love was out to get me
That's the way it seemed
Disappointment haunted all of my dreams
Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace, of doubt in my mind
I'm in love, and I'm a believer
I couldn't leave her if I tried
It's a year later when the seven-year-old girl learns three very different things. Three things that will mark her life.
Her name is Wednesday Addams, she's seven years old, and her best friend's name is Enid Sinclair.
She's the most intelligent child of her class at her young age, she knows how to calculate simple formulas and the occasional complex one from the math book. She recites verses from eight of Shakespeare's plays and four of Cervantes'.
She names each of the chemical elements without omission, and is able to solve any puzzle (even those with 5000 pieces) in a blink.
She's a lover of reptiles, insects and arthropods; so she's memorized their names, habitats, and forms of reproduction.
She knows fifteen ways to cause harm, potions that can immobilize, paralyze, and cause death. Her grandmother taught her that.
She knows the solar system, its function and other facts as boring, although she has been forgetting them, Yoko has taught her how.
However, that doesn't matter much at the moment. What really matters is what she learns that year. Two fundamental things.
People in love do silly things. It's just the first of the things that Wednesday learns that year. All thanks to the teen vampire.
I loved you without my knowing it, and I searched for your memory.
In the empty houses I entered with a lantern to steal your portrait.
But I already knew how you were. Suddenly while you were with me I touched you and my life stopped:
In front of my eyes you were, reigning me, and queens.
Like fire in the woods, fire is your kingdom.
The audience applauds animatedly while the man with beautiful dark eyes descends from the stage.
His smile is soft, gentle, full of something that the little girl can't identify.
His smile deepens when he walks towards the woman at the back of the store with flowers in his hands. Her eyes are a nice shade of blue; her hair is blonde with lighter strands. Her face is friendly and comfortable. She's beautiful. As beautiful as Enid, but much older.
The man smiles at her, and she smiles in return. Her look is bright, as bright as the sky full of stars when she takes the bouquet of red roses, blue tulips and white lilies.
He hugs her and she kisses him, but it's not one of the fairytale kisses that Enid likes. Her lips move faster, and the kiss lasts longer.
Wednesday shakes her head in disgust at the scene. She walks, losing herself in the big store full of books, antiques and decorations of babies with bows and pink and red hearts.
She keeps walking. Her eyes stop at the large amount of flowers located on the right side of the store - roses, lilies, tulips, daisies, forget-me-nots and others that she is sure to have seen in her mother's garden, but her mind does not seem to evoke their names.
Wednesday frowns. She has never seen so many different kinds of flowers and colors before so different from black.
Instinctively, her hand touches a black petal of the nearest rose. Her mouth opens at the petal's soft texture and delicious aroma.
"And here I thought girls liked pink, not black."
Wednesday drops her hand quickly, afraid of the repercussions she might have to face. She turns around to meet the woman with beautiful eyes. The woman who likes long kisses.The woman who could be the adult version of Enid.
The same woman smiles at her and Wednesday feels her cheeks burn. The woman smiles shyly, just looking at her, and then back at the flower.
"You know, girls like it when you give them flowers or chocolates. You usually get a kiss as a reward." She smiles humourously at the raven even redder cheeks. "That's what Valentine's is about, " the woman says, shaking Wednesday's black braids and walking back to the dark-eyed man.
Wednesday finds Yoko standing in front of two large shelves replete with volumes of stories of vampires and other mythological creatures.
"What's Valentines?" Wednesday asks.
Yoko gives her a look of clear annoyance, but still she responds.
"A day where boys buy a bunch of chocolate and give it to girls who never eat it. They also buy girls flowers so they feel special, but they die in a few days."
"Then why are there so many red hearts out there?" she asks, pointing out the decorations.
The shoulders of the Vampire shrink. She passes the pages of contemporary history that she has in her hands, sighs and speaks again. "Because it's supposed to be about love."
Wednesday frowns, shaking her head. "I don't know what that means."
"It's a feeling." Yoko's eyes move animatedly through the paragraphs of the book, only looking up when she hears Maggie's voice. She's Divina's friend, walking through the store distributing pamphlets. Her dead heart jumps, looking for the siren but disappointment presents itself when she realizes that Divina isn't anywhere near.
Wednesday makes an annoying sound, indicating her presence. "Is a feeling."
At Wednesday's look of doubt, Yoko continues. "Similar to affection, but stronger towards another person, animal or thing."
Wednesday wants to continue exploring the world of feelings discovered when Maggie speaks.
"Hi!" She gives Yoko a knowing smile. "You're Divina's friend. I saw you at Christmas," She declares casually.
Yoko nods.
"We're organizing a party at Dan's house, not far from here." She waves her hands, handing her one of the pamphlets she was giving out earlier. The teen vampire takes it, insecure, her eyes lost in the pink letters and the hearts that adorn the page. She frowns.
However, Maggie continues talking. "You know, to celebrate Valentine's Day! You're invited, if you want to go."
Yoko doesn't look very convinced. The meetings she's attended are no more than debates and round tables to discuss English, French, literature. She doubts they can be called parties. Especially when they're only talking about vampires, and not the fun kind.
"Think about it! It'll be fun," the girl says, smiling again. "No one should be alone on Valentine's Day, and Divina will be there."
The heart of the fifteen-year-old girl is shaken by the mention of the girl who goes through her dreams daily. "I..." Yoko begins, only to be interrupted by the seven-year terror that stands at her side.
"The Valentine's is a day where boys buy a bunch of chocolate and give it to...”
Yoko opens her eyes, remembering her own words. She hurries to silence the little raven, placing her hand over the girl's mouth.
"I'll be there."
Wednesday looks at her, perplexed - as perplexed as a child of her age can be.
She smiles, nods and leaves, laughing.
"But you said..." Wednesday confronts her, not understanding.
Yoko sighs and runs one of her hands through her perfectly-combed hair. "I know what I said. But...” There is a pause, her hand clinging to the pamphlet of hearts. "I changed my mind. "
Wednesday's eyebrows are woven together. "Because of Divina?"
Yoko's face screams terror. Quickly she shakes her head in denial. "What? No, of course not!"
The look the little raven is giving her tells Yoko that Wednesday knows she's lying. Yoko snorts. She's completely transparent; transparent enough to be read by a seven years old girl.
"Yoko!" Wednesday's scowl is replaced for almost a smile. "You should get her a flower that doesn't die," she suggests.
The laughter escaping from Yoko's mouth is loud enough to make Wednesday frowns.
Yoko's hands tremble slightly as she arranges her blue long-sleeved shirt. Her hair is still intact. She appreciates that.
"Someone is impatient," Wednesday jokes by her side, putting her seat belt on in the back seat.
Yoko rolls her eyes. "I'll take you home, and then I'll leave. Be a good girl and go to sleep quickly."
"NO!" Wednesday crosses her arms. "Let me go with you, I'll behave!" she says, intensifying her look ten times over.
"I can't take you Wednesday, it's a party for adults."
"Adults," the raven whispers softly. "Sure!"
Yoko doesn't respond. She puts the keys in Gomez's Mercedes ignition and starts driving responsibly.
"I can help you... with the girls... with Divina..."
Yoko laughs. "Of course, as if I didn't think of my little sister, the seven-year-old conquistador, could help me."
Wednesday rolls her eyes at the comment. "I'm much intelligent than you."
Yoko looks at her, confused. "What did you say?"
"I haven't said anything! I'm sitting here, quietly," Wednesday adds, feigning innocence.
Silence fills the rest of the way, for the vamp's peace of mind.
There's almost a giggle that's followed by a "You're nervous!"
"Thanks for that, Captain Obvious."
"Let me go with you. You can still go to the party if you follow that path." Wednesday says, pointing to the sign on her right side.
Yoko frowns. Her gaze rests on the mirror while she reads the little girl's expression. Unusually, her fingers are drumming on the seams of her pants, her teeth bite her lower lip and her eyes shine with curiosity.
"Why are you so interested in going to the party with me?" Yoko asks. "The truth. "
Wednesday gives her one of those looks that sneaks into the depths of her chest.
"I want to observe first hand the Valentine's Day issue." Her voice changes, gets lower. "I want to know what I have to do for Enid."
Yoko opens her mouth to speak, but finds herself speechless.
"Seven years," Yoko says. "It's a good age to go to your first party."
Wednesday's almost smile is all the answer Yoko needs.
“You know what you have to do, right?"
"Get drunk and don't hook up with ugly girls," Wednesday replies as an expert on the matter.
The grimace on Yoko's face speaks for itself. "What? Where did you learn that? Do you even know what that means?"
Wednesday shrugs indifferently. "A teen guy told someone at the store. He seemed to know about it."
Yoko shakes her head, not believing her luck. She takes a deep breath, trying not to laugh at the little's innocence.
"You'll stay close to me at all times. We'll look for Divina, we'll greet her and that will be it," Yoko explains slowly. "You have an hour to sleep."
Wednesday nods, following in the footsteps of the teen.
It takes them ten minutes to find her.
She is dancing on the dance floor. She has the grace of an angel combined with a professional dancer. Her movements are precise, natural.
Yoko finds that she can't look away. She doesn't want to. Unfortunately, that decision dies with Wednesday's comment.
"Your face is all red," Wednesday points out.
Yoko breathes deeply, as if that could erase the effect Divina has on her dead heart, particularly on her pink-tinted cheeks.
Automatically her hands move to her hair. She steps back and turns around.
Until she hears the little girl's voice over the music. "Hello Divina!"
Yoko could literally die again at that moment. She's got no choice but to be brave and turn back to them.
Divina walks towards them and gives her a genuine smile.
Beside her, Wednesday is amused.
Yoko gives her the look that says, You'll die tonight if you don't shut up. "I liked the time when you were shy and you liked murder more than socializing."
Wednesday has the audacity to laugh. "I saw my opportunity and I took advantage of it.Watching you wobble is always fascinating"
"Hi Wednesday." Divina she says fondly. Her smile deepens when her gaze stops at the eldest of the girls. "Happy Valentines Day."
"Your party, is very..." Her eyes are lost in the teenagers drinking non-stop by her side. "Educational."
"Hi Divina," says Yoko. "Ignore her, that's what I do all the time."
Divina laughs and takes Yoko's hand.
The contact creates an electric current that runs through her body. It's incredible.
"We're going to find you something to drink."
"Why are you here?" a tall boy asks with a cigar in his hand. "Are you her assistant something?" He beckons to Yoko, who chatters animatedly in the kitchen with Divina.
"NO," Wednesday says, cocking her head and wagging her finger "I don't know what that means, but I'm not. I'm her sister."
He looks her up and down, puzzled by the presence of a little girl at a party. "You're so small, like a kind elf," he says again.
Her black eyes widen at that. "I'm an Addams. Not an elf, and not kind."
"Good," the guy agrees. "You want to play with us?"
Her mind is a mess that conjures up harm and problems. Wednesday nods.
And this is how the seven-year-old ends up learning how to play ping-pong at her first adult party.
Thirty minutes later
Yoko is sure that nothing can go wrong at this party as she talks animatedly with Divina. That, maybe, was her first mistake.
Especially when she has the seven-year-old terror with her. A bad idea.
So, when the little girl walks towards her, she's not prepared to receive a strong blow to her right eye.
Definitely not.
Her skin screams, she can feel the dark hematoma about to appear when the second blow hits her right cheekbone, taking her to the ground.
Divina screams at her side, as does Wednesday.
She opens her eyes to meet her aggressor. He's a tall, robust boy. A big vampire. Strong. A complete giant.
Yoko gets up with her pride bruised. Her hand closes in a fist that almost hits the boy's chest. Keyword - almost.
The giant dodges and throws the third blow.
"I can't hit small children!" the giant yells, his anger directed at Wednesday. "I would be more careful the next time I make fun of someone's intelligence!"
And with that, the giant is gone.
Yoko scolds Wednesday with a look. Of course that would happen.
Later she finds out that the raven defeated the giant in three ping-pong games.
The giant wanted to attack the child, and as usual Wednesday's sharp tongue came out in her defense, embarrassing the giant fang, earning a room full of laughter and applause.
At least that worked out well.
It's ten minutes later when they are both alone in the bathroom; Yoko with an incredibly large buise on the right side of her face, Divina with a first-aid kit in her hand, when Yoko realizes how much she likes this girl.
Divina is nice, intelligent and completely different from the girls she knows. Maybe that's what attracts her even more.
Her hands are soft against her cold skin, as she disinfects the area before applying an ice pack. Something to reduce the swelling.
"I'm so sorry, Yoko," she apologizes, her hand stroking the healthy side of her face.
"It's okay. It doesn't hurt."
Before her incredulous look, the vampire adds "It doesn't hurt so much."
The small smile pulling the corners of her lips captivates her.
Her voice fades, she can no longer speak. Focussing her eyes on hers, Yoko can see the small green spots in them and she wonders if everything is as beautiful as her eyes are.
And in a bold move, at eleven o'clock at night, on a Friday, in a confined bathroom, Yoko kisses her first kiss.
It's gentle, soft, like the brush of a petal on skin.
Faint.
But the gesture has her dead heart beating a thousand times over. When she opens her eyes, Divina is as flushed as she is. For the first time she looks a bit worried, and glances down at her.
"It's okay,” Divina assures her, taking her hand."I mean, it was more than okay. Do it again... it felt good."
Yoko smiles, leaning in to her again.
The next day
Morticia casually crosses the hall when the voices of her children stop her.
"But I know that game, it's very old," Wednesday replies with her arms crossed over her chest. "I'm wiser than you think."
Something about a game, Morticia imagines.
Yoko laughs, and they have a discussion for a couple of minutes about some board games.
"Forgive me, fossil ancestor, witness of the dinosaurs, daughter of Tutankhamun," Yoko grins, unbearably Victorious. It wouldn't be Yoko without the arrogant and childish attitude.
Wednesday frowns, taking one of the games in her hands.
"Yoko, I already understand what love is."
Yoko's voice is confused. "You do?"
"Yes!" Wednesday declares with efficiency. "It's when you want a person to be happy, and you want to protect her. And you go to parties you don't like to see that person, and you do silly things like trying to hit a taller, stronger, bigger vampire guy than you."
Something must be showing on the face of her eldest girl, because Wednesday asks, insecure: "Did I say something wrong?"
"No," Yoko assures her. "You've covered the essence of love."
Morticia smiles to herself, following her path along the hall. "You learn fast, my little raven of love."
His expressions are complaints, one after another, as he finds himself covered in pink and white glitter.
"I know it was a bad idea," she says, letting out a sigh as she surveys the mess that is her room, while a reddish rash spreads from her fingers to her forearm.
Thing drums his fingers on the crow's desk.
"Know-it-all," she retorts, realizing that her idea wasn't the best.
After seeing the stupid teenagers in their hostile environment, understanding the basics of Valentine's Day wasn't difficult for her. Girls were given flowers, stuffed animals, hearts, and chocolates.
That was a golden rule. And her girl deserved nothing less. Especially if she was the worthy representative of the most passionate family ever created; romance was in her veins, after all.
Wednesday Addams had bought the chocolates she knew Enid liked. Two boxes of them. She had chosen a small gray wolf as a gift, with a tail tipped with white, and eyes her mother had called warm. A fluffy plushie, just like the number of horrible squeezable things Enid loved to hold on rainy nights.
However, she couldn't find a card worthy enough for Enid, which led to her current predicament.
A prolonged allergy on her hands, wrists, and forearms thanks to hours of continuous exposure to colored paper while trying to make the perfect heart-shaped card.
But Enid was worth the pain. She would do anything for her best friend.
"Hi"... It's the shout that pulls her from her thoughts. "Happy Valentine's Day, Wends."
Her dark eyes widen in frustration at her own lack of cunning, watching Enid's cheerful face shift from excitement to worry in an instant.
She was supposed to finish her card, choose the perfect details, and go visit Enid.
It was never in her plans that Enid would find her surrounded by a painful mess, nor with the incriminating evidence in her hands.
Her vibrant blue eyes fill with what the raven knows will be unshed tears.
"What happened to you?" she asks, approaching her quickly and taking both her hands with the care of someone holding a treasure.
"Wends." She continues staring at her hands, now a tangle of shades of red.
The brunette sighs. But says nothing more.
"Wends, you're hurt. What happened?"
"She wanted to make the perfect card for you, so she spend hours touching colored papers," is the answer from her traitorous friend.
"You're dead!" she shouts, furious at being betrayed.
Thing jumps up and hides under the bed.
Coward, she thinks. She'll think of something to get revenge.
"Oh, Wends," her eyes flicker with tears, kneeling to be at the brunette's level. Enid's hands tremble as she cradles her cold skin. "I don't want you to hurt yourself because of me. I don't want a perfect card, I already have you. And you're the best friend in the whole wide world."
She can see the color change in her eyes, the blue turning to yellow quickly as Enid's lips place a soft kiss on each of her hands, soothing the pain and discomfort caused by her allergies.
Her heart pounds like crazy at the gentle caress. And the raven swears she can die like this, with the image of her girl, her beautiful blue eyes, and her lips on her hands. "You're my best friend too."
Enid gives her a smile in response, a lovely shade of pink covering her cheeks; and in that precise moment, Wednesday can be sure that maybe Valentine's Day is becoming her favorite time of year. Just don't ask her out loud, she'd vehemently deny it.
Enid squeals with joy at the sight of the chocolates, her stuffed wolf, which she has proudly named Lupin the First, and her pink heart-shaped card with tiny hearts perfectly drawn and cut out in shades of soft pink.
It stands out in the center: Happy Valentine's Day to my favorite wolf.
That makes Enid hug her for more than five seconds, much to the blonde's delight and the brunette's dismay.
Her heart still leaps in her chest with every laugh from Enid.
She can't take her eyes off her; she's become even more protective after the whole wolf incident and the death of her precious Nero.
Enid Sinclair is on the list of people she must always protect, and that will never change.
"I brought you a present."
Wednesday actually blinks at that. "What?"
The blonde turns around to hand her the black bag with white skulls and purple and orange details.
Wednesday takes it delicately and quickly appreciates its contents. A black stuffed spider, with a black balloon tied to one of its legs, featuring a waving ghost. Plus a black and white heart-shaped card.
"Is it black?" She's unsure what to say. She hadn't been expecting that, so the dumbest question on the planet slips out.
"Of course. You don't like pink." Enid blurts it out as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "And your favorite things are Halloween-themed, so Daddy and I went to a lot of stores to find you the best stuff." Her excitement is palpable as she talks nonstop. "Daddy says Valentine's Day is a day to be grateful and show people we love them very much."
"Enid," her voice is a whisper. Her hands feel sweaty, and she knows the pale tone of her skin has been replaced by a warmer one.
And as if that weren't enough to make her heart leap, Enid does what the brunette will always remember as the moment she realized she could easily die just from seeing her little girl happy. "Happy Valentine's Day, Wends," she says so softly as she places a tender, chaste kiss on her cold cheeks, warming them instantly.
Her heart stutters, leaps, and dies at that. Wednesday Addams allows herself to smile. After all, she is not too young at seven years old to receive her first kiss.
That's the first thing she learns this year. People in love do silly things. Like exposing themselves for hours to color trying to create the perfect card for their perfect girl. But it's something that she would do again, over and over.
If Enid's smile is always the answer.
Snow White's kisses aren't the only magical kisses.
This is the second thing she learns, although it can be said to be the most important; although her brain took years to accept it.
"At that moment a prince appeared on the back of a spirited steed, and when he contemplated the beautiful young girl he fell madly in love with her, wanted to kiss her, when suddenly, Snow White came back to life! Because the kiss of love that he had given her broke the spell of the evil queen. Snow White married the prince and expelled the cruel queen, and they all lived happily ever after... the end." Yoko says with a sideways smile.
"I really like this story." Enid smiles, settling herself between the black blankets. Next to her, Wednesday's eyes are almost closed.
"I know, I've read it to you a thousand times!" The teen vampire complains. Reading fairy tales is something she does for the girl with the beautiful blue eyes. Yoko knows for a fact that the raven isn't fond of this kind of story, but she listens attentively without complaining, watching the smile on Enid's face.
Both are usually asleep before she can finish the story. However, it seems that this is not one of those nights.
"Are kisses magical?" Enid asks innocently, waiting for her answer.
Yoko sighs. She's not the right person for these types of questions. "I guess some are."
"Why only some?" This time it's Wednesday who asks.
Yoko shrugs. Great! Two naughty children with active curiosity and not wanting to sleep. She answers honestly. "I'm not sure."
The look that Wednesday is giving her is one of complete study. "Why not? Are not your kisses magical?"
"Hey…”
"Cousin Edgardo says all his kisses are magical. Why aren't yours?"
Yoko laughs. Edgardo is usually a bit talkative when it comes to revealing his conquests. "He has kissed many girls, he has a lot of experience."
Wednesday snorts. "And you haven't been kissed?"
Yoko answers sharply. "It's different. "
"Why?" Wednesday inquires, wide awake.
Yoko swallows. How did she get into this situation again? Oh yeah. She offered to read Snow White again so that both children could sleep. Bad idea. "It's a topic that is not talked about with children."
Wednesday looks at her with resignation. She knows Yoko well enough to know that she wouldn't give her arm to twist if she didn't want to talk about it.
"But I still don't understand why?"
"Why what, Enid?" Yoko asks.
Her face is full of curiosity. "Why are some kisses magical and others not?"
"I suppose it depends on the person. In this world, each person must find somoene who makes their heart beat very fast, so when he or she looks at her she feels that she wants to spend the rest of her life with him and that she loves her as much as he wants to. Therefore when they kiss, those kisses will be magical, as well as those of Snow White and her Prince. Do you understand?"
The little girl nods, with a smile on her lips. She gets up and hugs the teen.
"I hope all your kisses are magical, Yoko."
Oh. They've already done it. It's all she can think.
Two days later
Wednesday's breathing is agitated as she takes short steps, tightens her wooden sword hard while hiding behind the tree of Enid's house. "You can do this, don't be afraid," she says to herself.
She breathes deeply, grabs her sword and runs to the wooden fort. "Villain, it's time to deliver the princess!"
Joel lets out a laugh, shaking his head. His sword rises towards the sky. "The kingdom is mine!"
Wednesday takes a step, wields her sword and waits for her opponent.
Joel looks her up and down. A smile crosses his lips. And run towards his rival.
The sound of the swords is the only thing heard in the garden, along with hurried footsteps that are soon joined by cries infuriated by the battle.
"No!" shouts the raven, falling to the defeated ground. Her sword too far from her.
Joel raises his hands in triumph. "You can never beat me!" he shouts, exhilarated.
But that doesn't last long. His sword quickly falls to the ground. His friend turns with surprise to meet the eyes of the princess looking at him triumphantly. A sword now points to his chest, alongside two pairs of long claws. "You're dead, villain!"
Wednesday gets up to look at Enid. She looks at him and smiles.
"No, Enid!" Joel complains, visibly angry. "You are my prisoner, you can't move."
"I've broken loose and I want to save Wednesday!" she crosses her arms, pouting.
Joel yells at her. "You can't!"
Enid stamps her foot. "I can!"
"No, you can't, you're the prisoner!" Joel complains, pouting.
"I'm my own woman, I don't need to be saved!" Enid says with a certainty that she's laughing at Divina. "Tell him, Divina," she says, directing her gaze to the older girl.
Oh boy! This is what she gets for letting two girls watch feminist films.
This is what happens when you're the new babysitter to a rainbow-blonde six-year-old.
Divina sighs, gets up from the chair, leaving her version of Little Women on the table next to her and heads to the children.
"She can't kill me, Divina, that's cheating." Joel declares. "Only Wednesday can do it."
Divina rolls her eyes. "You tied the prisoner wrong and she escaped." She shrugs. "That gives her the right to save whoever she wants, Joe."
Joel's lower lip blinks. His foot kicks the grass until he nods.
Divina hugs him. "We can always come up with a plan to get revenge on the princess," she laughs, making the boy laugh and nod enthusiastically.
"You came to rescue me," Wednesday says.
Enid smiles down at her and Wednesday smiles right back. Her eyes are big and warm and full of feelings for her.
"I always will", she replies softly. Enid puts her hand on her chest as if it were a promise. Her face falls and she looks down. "I'm sorry I didn't save you."
"It's okay," Wednesday nods. "You also deserved to be saved."
The raven didn't imagine at that moment how much. Nor how many times would Enid be the person who would come to save her.
But she would. Many times.
It's two weeks later when the youngest of Addams knows exactly whether kisses are magical or not.
All thanks to a game.
All she can see is Enid falling onto the lawn of the garden. Automatically a scream escapes her lips and her feet run towards her girl.
Concern crosses her features, as her hand gently brushes her cheek.
"Oh no, something terrible has happened, pirate!" Divina's voice is low by her side. "The princess has been poisoned! Yellowbeard has got revenge for the kingdom."
Wednesday's eyes open in surprise. Her lips come together in a thin line.
"Don't worry, Redbeard, I'll find the villain and make him pay for his crimes."
Wednesday's eyes fill with unshed tears. Divina looks at her with her chest tight. The child's concern is genuine; she should tell the raven that the game is over. She hates seeing Wednesday so emotional.
She is interrupted by Yoko's voice. "The solution is obvious, pirate."
Wednesdays's mind turns. She remembers all the fairy tales she knows. In every one, the princess is cured with a kiss of love.
Maybe the same thing can happen with Enid.
Wednesday takes a deep breath. Her eyes look at Enid with what Divina believes is determination. She's got the answer.
Yoko winks at her and she smiles.
"A kiss." Wednesday whispers.
"A kiss of true love that can break any curse, however powerful it may be," Divina assures her without taking her eyes off the scene.
Wednesday bites her lips. Her thumb gently strokes the cheek of her best friend, her playmate and her girl again.
She feels her own cheeks redden. Her heart beats very hard against her chest, and her hands sweat a little. She breathes twice before closing her eyes and leaning down and gently touching Enid's lips with her for two seconds.
Her heart beats even stronger; her stomach is spinning and her lips feel funny.
When Wednesday turns away and opens her eyes, she's greeted with a smile that illuminates the entire garden.
A pair of beautiful blue eyes look at her, shining.
Enid woke up. Her kiss has worked, thinks Wednesday, smiling.
Divina smiles, tenderly placing a hand on her heart, At her side Yoko smiles, interlacing her fingers with Divina's.
Enid sits on the grass. Her hands embrace Wednesday fondly. "Thanks for saving me!"
Wednesday swallows. "I'm always going to save you Enid. Always!"
That's just the second thing Wednesday will learn that will mark her life forever.
Notes:
TBC…
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Chapter 8: The birthday girl and the lonely babysitter
Summary:
Enid smiles up at her softly, her cheeks growing hot and red.
She hugs her for the third time.
Wednesday shakes her head.
No, she will never heal.
She has the disease of love.
And Wednesday Friday Addams never wants to be cured.
Notes:
Hello. I'm back.
First I want to thank all those people who read my story; It is amazing the support I had. Thank you very much indeed, means a lot to me that they like my story. I really thank all who have encouraged me to continue this story.
I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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Disclaimer: This fanfiction is not written for profit and no infringement of copyright is intended. Disclaimer: I don´t own Wednesday.
A hug, have a good day
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Chapter Text
I want to see you.
The words sneak into her mind, while a silly smile draws across her face. Divina sighs, snuggling even deeper into the large cream sofa.
The sound of the TV ads resonate, but she can't focus on anything else.
Except for five simple words. Pronounced by a girl not so simple.
Yoko, the last time she spoke on the phone with her.
Divina laughs foolishly, thinking of the girl with beautiful eyes and a deep voice.
They have shared two kisses and two hugs, but it feels like more has happened.
Much more. When you take into account their deep conversations, their shared letters and their longing looks.
Distance can do that.
She sighs and looks at the wall clock. It's fifteen minutes past eleven at night when it happens - a scream, accompanied by a sob, fills the room.
"Enid!"
The princess of whom Divina is now the official nanny.
Her feet move quickly as she jumps off the couch, runs down the stairs and opens the door to the bedroom.
Her words are an unintelligible whisper. The little girl trembles as her hands cling tightly to the princess covers that adorn the bed. Her eyes are closed.
When Divina approaches the bed, gently touching Enid's hair, she's a sweaty mess.
Her hands tenderly caress the the girl's sides. "It's okay, honey. Wake up, hon."
She keeps shaking the girl. Her eyes flicker a couple of times before opening.
Divina swallows hard, grieved by all the emotions she reads in Enid's eyes.
"You're fine, Hon. It was just a nightmare."
Enid looks at her - one, two, three times - then buries her face in Divina's neck and sobs.
"I just want my mommy!" Enid says, sobbing louder than ever.
Divina's heart breaks as the little girl curls up like a ball into her chest and cries.
She cries as if she's lost something precious. Something she can't get back.
Then Divina finds herself crying, because she understands exactly that kind of pain.
Divina feels devastated. Heartbroken and angry beyond belief.
"It's okay, baby. You're good," Divina says gently as she rocks and shushes Enid's crying.
Enid sniffs and looks up at Divina, her face and eyes red. "You p-promise?" Her voice quivers inconsolably.
Divina tightens her jaw to stop herself from breaking down and slowly nodds her head. "Yeah, kiddo, I promise. You don't have to be sad, because your mom is always with you. She's always here for you even if you can't see her. She loves you so much."
Enid exhales a shaky breath and leans back into Divina's chest. "Thank you, Di," she whispers, her broken heart healing slightly.
Divina kisses her hair once more. "Of course!"
A couple of minutes pass before the tears end.
Divina kisses Enid's hair and takes her hand in hers. "Come on, I want to show you something."
Enid's grip tightens on her hand. Divina can feel her fear running through her veins. "It's okay, Enid, I promise," she says, lifting the girl up. She automatically hugs Divina tightly.
Divina hums all the way to the garden. Enid's breathing is shallower; as is the beating of her heart. She's calmer.
Thats good, Divina thinks.
Enid's eyes are wide open when she sees the moon's glow on the garden. The stars look like luminous points painted on a clear sky.
"See that?" Divina asks, pointing to each star in the sky.
Enid nods. They both sit on the swing that her father recently installed.
"Even though everything is dark, they appear to illuminate the sky, to let us know that although things look bad, dark and sad, there's always a light on the road, Enid."
Divina smiles, tracing her fingers over the strands of blonde hair belonging to the girl she sits next to. "And the best part is that every star has a story."
"They do?" Enid asks in amazement.
Divina laughs. "Sure! That one over there?" she says as she points to one of the biggest stars in the sky, just to the left of the moon. "That's Mrs. Walters. She was a very good cook at the restaurant where my mother worked. She cooked the most delicious dishes, Enid. Everyone loved her desserts."
"What happened?" Enid ventures. "How did she become a star?"
"Well, what happens to us all, honey. She became an old lady. She lived a full life, and she went to heaven to take care of us, to light up the sky. From there, she prepares the most delicious dishes for the other stars."
Enid smiles, then asks "And what's there?"
"Oh, that's Mr. Edwards, the best-known carpenter in all the city."
Enid's smile is even greater as she listens to the story of each star.
She's almost asleep when she asks "Is your sister also a star?"
Divina gasps, surprised. Her heart skips a beat. Of all the questions that could escape from Enid's lips, that's one Divina didn't expect.
"How…”
"I heard you mention her the other night when you were talking to Daddy."
Divina gives her a look full of many things that Enid can't recognize.
Then she nods, smiling sadly. "She's my official caregiver from heaven."
"How do you know?"
A tear slips down her cheek when she responds. "It's the smallest star in the sky, that one over there."
Another tear is about to fall, but is stopped by Enid's little finger. Her hands cling to Divina's face. Divina sighs. She can marvel with her blue eyes, those eyes that remind her of other blue eyes, which are no longer here.
"Don't worry, Divina, you don't have to be sad, because your sister is always with you. She's always there for you. Even if you can't see her, she loves you so much."
Divina hugs Enid and smiles at her words. She deposits a kiss on Enid's head. "I love you, honey bee."
"And I love you, queen bee."
Divina's books are scattered on the bed; tasks and essays with which she has to catch up.
Later, she will do that.
Later. When her head isn't spinning.
The smile leaves her lips. And the perfume of the rose rose in her hands disappears from her senses.
She laughs.
NO! That won't happen for a while.
She shakes her head, smiling.
Lets her hands feel the softness of the rose's petals.
Her smile grows as her gaze rests on the note that the rose brought.
The perfect calligraphy with simple writing. All human wisdom is contained in these words: wait and hope.
Of course.
She thinks again, smiling at the words of the Count of Monte Cristo. She places the rose on the bed, spins around, laughing, and turns on the radio. Turns up the volume when the chords start playing.
And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now.
"Divina!"
The little voice bellows as she sways from side to side while continuing to sing.
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
And sooner or later it's over
I just don't want miss you tonight
"Divina!"
Again she hears her name, but doesn't dare to open her eyes.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's meant to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
"Divina!" Wednesday shouts at the top of her lungs, earning her attention.
Divina is startled. Her cheeks are tarnished pink, and the naughty girl has the audacity to look amused.
"Wednesday!" Divina hurries to lower the volume of the music. "What are you doing here? Is everything okay?" she says as she inspects her. Her clothes are slightly sweaty, like her black hair, stick to her face, which is flushed. That's weird. Even more strange is the fact that Wednesday is here. It's the first time the child has stepped foot in her house.
"Wednesday, is everything okay?"
The raven nods, observing every detail of her room with attention.
Her eyes flicker with surprise when they stop at the rose on the bed. A knowing smile plays on her lips, but it fades very quickly when she frowns.
"I told Yoko it had to be artificial."
She speaks as if that phrase is a sufficient enough response for her, then crosses her arms.
Divina gives her a look. "It's four o'clock on a Thursday afternoon," she says. "You should be in your cello class with Mr. Hamilton, whose house is in the opposite direction."
Wednesday doesn't respond, too absorbed at looking at her collection of books and music.
"Who brought you here?"
Another beat of silence.
"Wednesday Addams."
She turns around, and Divina can see that she looks slightly embarrassed.
Oh no! This will be bad.
"I skipped Mr. H.'s class."
Divina's eyes open comically. "You what?"
"I skipped”...
The siren dismisses her words with a wave of hands. "I got that! The question is: why, and how did you get here?"
The raven frowns. "It's obvious." In the absence of her response, she continues. "I calculated the time it takes you to get to Enid's house, taking a detour from 5th Street. I remembered that the school you attend is four blocks away from that street, so you add more time, more steps and numbers. Street, and” -
Divina can feel a headache about to begin. She runs her hands over her face. "Wednesday," she scolds. "You walked sixteen blocks to get here!" She takes a breath. "Alone!"
"Actually, it was nineteen, I had to detour at” -
"Are you listening to yourself?" Her words are strong when they come out.
The brunette opens her mouth and takes a step back.
Divina sighs, trying to calm down. "You walked nineteen blocks in the opposite direction to your cello teacher's house, alone! Something could have happened to you, honey." Her hand stirs her hair when the siren approaches her. "Everyone will be worried about you."
Wednesday bites her lips and gives her a look she can only recognize as repentance. "Nothing would have happened to me. I'm an Addams."
Divina shakes her head, caressesing her hair with tenderness. Naughty girl! "Don't do it again, Wednesday, it's dangerous."
She nods.
"I'm going to call your mother, let her know you're here."
Wednesday frows. She wipes her face dramatically and sits on the edge of the bed.
Her expression would make her laugh, if Divina didn't know about all the trouble the little girl will get into. She can already imagine the reprobations of Morticia.
Five minutes later, she returns to her room with cookies, a glass of milk and a smile.
Wednesday gives her a questioning look, with her hands in her lap as if she expected to be punished, then lets herself fall on the bed, sighing.
Divina laughs and places the plate with the cookies on the nearby table. She sits next to the child.
She pats the bed and smiles fondly at her. "What's so important that it made you miss Mr. H's class, which I know from a very good source that you like a lot?"
Wednesday looks at her but doesn't respond, so Divina investigates again. "What made decide you couldn't wait to see me and walk nineteen blocks?"
Wednesday covers her face with her hands. "Enid."
Divina smiles. This naughty girl would do anything for the tender girl with the cute blue eyes.
"Her seventh birthday is this Saturday, but she won't go to visit her grandmother like last year, nor the one before."
Oh! Of course! How could she forget that little detail? Murray and Enid will be home. It's the first birthday that Enid will celebrate away from her grandparents. Knowing Enid's father, he will prepare something nice for her, but not beautiful enough for a little girl.
She covers her mouth with a hand. "She's never had a party before."
Wednesday shakes her head. "She hasn't."
"It's time to change that, don't you think?"
The Little smile that Wednesday gives her illuminates the room. She jumps up. Her eyes are big, beautiful, when she hugs her tightly. "Thank you, Divina!"
"You like Enid a lot, right?" Divina says with a smirk.
A blush covers her cheeks. "She's my girl, Divina."
"Walking nineteen blocks as a seven-year-old! What will you do when you're twelve, cross the city, the country for her?" she murmurs. Her expression shows that it's probably something Wednesday Addams would do, Divina realised. "Don't look at me like that! I'm not giving you ideas."
Wednesday shrugs.
It's a day later when Wednesday runs from one side of the store to the other, her eyes scanning each piece - each plush toy, each flower, each toy. Looking for the perfect gift for Enid.
Her mouth opens and closes as her hands touch each object. Her head moves as she cataloges each option.
At her side, Morticia Addams looks at her with affection. A smile forms on her lips.
Wednesday, her restless little girl, is in love. Oh, yes!
In love with a beautiful girl, attentive and so kind.
She should be upset with her, and she was. Wednesday will have a monumental punishment for making her suffer an afternoon of anguish. But not yet. At least, not this weekend.
So she smiles, hoping her girl decides on the most convenient gift for Enid.
"I'm insecure," she declares timidly.
"Well, what if you give her a pretty doll?"
She frows in confusion.
"With a pink dress, like those princesses Enid likes."
Wednesday shakes her head.
"A set of brushes and watercolors?"
Her eyes open at the thought, then she shakes her head again.
"It's not good enough. I need the best gift for her."
"Do my ears deceive me?" Nathan, the store owner, winks at Morticia and approaches the little girl. "Wednesday Addams, looking for the perfect gift for a girl?"
Morticia can't help but smile with amusement as the red flush spreads across her raven's neck and face.
"She is the prettiest girl in all of the city!" she states bluntly in a low voice.
"Wow, the prettiest!" Nathan whistles. "What a lucky girl you are!"
Wednesday smiles with pride.
"Then you're in luck, Miss. Addams! I have a couple of perfect charms in my possession." He pauses. "The perfect gift for the prettiest girl in the city."
Wednesday almost smiles and looks at her mother in search of approval.
Morticia nods. And Nathan looks for the charms.
"This, Mother!" Wednesday says after about fifteen minutes spent in silence.
She points to the pendant. It's a simple piece, a golden pendant that ends with a wolf with a beautiful moon. The finest lines are drawn through its center of the moon. It's small, and incredibly detailed.
Her raven has a good eye for jewelry. Who knew?
"A wolf is strong, protective, and loyal. Also is unique and beautiful, just like her!" The child thinks it is important to clarify those two points. "She's the strongest girl I know."
Morticia and Nathan try to contain their looks of amazement.
Morticia's chest swells proudly at the raven words.
Love. Of course.
"The wolf it is! We'll take it."
And Wednesday smiles briefly.
The big day is here.
Murray and Morticia are busy in the backyard putting up the last of the decorations, while Yoko, Wednesday and Joel have the job of distracting Enid.
Placing the last balloon onto the deck's railing, Divina steps back, admiring her work. A smile sneaks onto her lips as her gaze falls on the garden of the Sinclair house, now decorated perfectly with beautiful pale pink and white streamers winding their way around the deck's railing, pergola, and the double doors leading into the house.
Three tables, including, the ones for the presents and cake are covered in white and pink striped tablecloths with matching balloons.
Best of all are the inflatable castles and trampolines occupying the center, while two large counters at the sides are filled with sweets, sandwiches, sodas and an incredible amount of differing gift bags.
Five minutes later, the guests started arriving. Miss Mills, Joel's parents, Wednesday's dad, Uncle fester, Largue and a lot of Enid's classmates; at least those that Divina knows are nice to her. They also invited Wednesday's cello teacher, Anastasia the saleswoman from Enid's favorite bookstore, and Maggie (Enid's ballet teacher)
Everyone is looking forward to the arrival of the birthday girl. Murray has his camera in hand; as does Divina.
"Has your day been entertaining, Enid?" asks the vampire teenager, twirling the little girl with one hand.
Enid lets out an amused laugh. "A lot! Thanks Yoko, I loved the aquarium and my gift." She emphasizes the white polar bear with the golden bow that is in her hands.
"There were a lot of incredible fish, and the shark had the biggest teeth I've ever seen in my life!" This time it's Joel who speaks excitedly.
Wednesday nods, waving her hands from side to side as she enumerates. "The clown fish, the betta fish, the surgeon fish, the angelfish and the sharks were the best!"
Enid agrees. "Yes, the blankets were also very nice."
Yoko nods, completely pleased by the smile on the little girl.
"However, there is still one more surprise for you, little wolf."
The blonde's eyes open and a tender smile covers her face.
"Come on! You won't want to miss your surprise!"
Enid squeals and takes her hand.
Divina decides to go for a red dress with a white floral design and a white cardigan.
As she walks, she feels lighter, more cheerful.
Being the new girl has definitely not been easy.
But she's obtained a new family in exchange.
An incredible father figure, a great kind man who cares for her.
And a beautiful girl for whom to watch.
She's also won the hearts of two naughty children - one blonde and one brunette.
And she's found Yoko.
Who has her sighing like one of those enamored girls that inhabit her favorite novels.
She smiles more now. Thanks to her. Thanks to all of them.
She's lost in her imaginings of her.
But she's back to reality by an altogether cry.
"Surprise!"
Enid squeaks as she sees everyone waiting for her.
She runs, excited, to her father, who waits for her with open arms.
She squeals and wraps her arms around him.
Murray chuckles. "Happy birthday, honey."
She looks like an excited fairy. She embraces everyone and smiles for them.
Divina believes there is no other sight more perfect than to see the little girl smiling.
"Divina!"
Enid's singing voice greets her, making her smile instantly. She wears the cutest pink dress Divina has ever seen and sports a braided hairstyle that makes her look pretty adorable.
"You came!" Enid continues, talking excitedly by her side.
Divinas arms are around her as she responds "Of course! I wouldn't miss it for the world, honey bee."
"I'm glad, because without you it wouldn't be the same." Enid declares this as a fact. The smile hasn't left her lips.
"I love you very much, Hon."
"And I love you more, queen bee."
Yes, there is definitely no better sight than that of her little girl, smiling.
Yoko is here.
She's returned home, after an endless month without being able to come.
Divina can't deny the fact that Yoko plays with her emotions. There's a new sensation that goes through her, tempting her veins. It's overwhelming.
And that feeling only increases when the vampire walks towards her, wearing the most beautiful of smiles.
Yoko greets her with a chaste kiss, directly to the back of her hand. The vampire laughs, amused at her blushing expression.
"Someone hasn't stopped talking about the aquarium and a polar bear, which is apparently the best caretaker bear in the world."
Yoko shakes her head, feigning innocence.
She crosses her arms, looking as funny as she wants her to be. "That was a very nice gesture. You're also being a perfect gentleman today."
"I just try to remember everything girls expect from a girl when they see her at children's parties," Yoko replies in a low voice. Divina gently places a hand on her cheek.
"You're doing it very well," she encourages.
Yoko draws her to her, depositing a chaste kiss on her forehead. The smirk doesn't leave her own lips.
As the party goes on, they talk about trivial things. They've fallen into conversations about movies, books, music and trips they’ve made.
Divina is easily hypnotized by the ease with which the vampire understands her, and shares her anecdotes with her. They're connected on more than one level. And Divina doesn't find anything wrong with it.
And as Yoko smiles, Divina thinks it's not always bad to be the new girl.
Wednesday feels her steps approach and turns around to find her, smiling.
Her cheeks immediately turn red. Her heart beats very fast in her chest and her hands feel sweaty. Very sweaty.
Her eyes are warm and kind when she looks at Enid.
And she smiles in return. A great big smile.
Enid hugs her shyly, and she hugs her back for a couple of seconds.
This disease of love continues to affect her when she's close to Enid, but she's already somewhat accustomed. At least that's what she says to Divina.
She knows that's not true, and Divina does, too.
The only one who doesn't say anything is Yoko, but Wednesday can see how it affects the teen vampire when she looks at Divina. Yoko isn't cured, either.
Wednesday thinks they probably never will be.
Maybe it's a good thing.
Weird, but good.
"This was the best birthday in the world!" Enid squeals at her side, parting a little from her.
Wednesday turns her head, looking at Enid with a smile. With shaking hands, she holds a gift box with pink and white wrapping. For her.
Enid's eyes open in surprise as she takes the gift.
Wednesday swallows, watching her. Her fingers drum the seam of her black dress.
"Do you like it?" she asks in a whisper.
Enid doesn't answer. Her mouth opens and closes while her hands touch the outline of the pendant again and again. Her face is dyed pink.
Wednesday swallows again. Unsure of her response.
"I do like it," Enid says, answering her question at last. "It's really pretty."
Enid's words make the corners of her mouth lift in a small smile.
Wednesday sighs. Her cheeks turn pink again as she approaches, bends down and places a chaste kiss on Enid's cheek. "Happy Birthday, Enid Sinclair."
Her lips curve into a smile that has Wednesday's heart beating non-stop. She can't help but smile at her in return.
Then Enid throws herself into her arms, sinking her face into the raven chest. Her smile grows even more. "I love it! It's the best gift in the world."
"Enid"... Her smile is shy when she says her name.
"Yes?"
"Will you marry me?"
"Now?" Enid feels her cheeks growing warm.
The brunette frowns. "No!" Because she has to go to school and learn many things before having a serious commitment, says her mother. "When we're big."
Enid pulls away to look at her. "Then why do you ask me now?"
Wednesday shrugs. "In case someone wants to get ahead of me."
"Yes."
Her stomach is spinning. "For real?"
Enid smiles up at her softly, her cheeks growing hot and red. "Yes!"
And Enid hugs her for the third time.
Wednesday shakes her head.
No, she will never heal.
She has the disease of love.
And Wednesday Friday Addams never wants to be cured.
Notes:
TBC…
I hope you are with me in this story. There is a fun trip to tell.
It's never too early to ask someone to marry you! Well, at least in Wednesday's mind.
What do you think of this chapter?
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Kisses and hugs.
Chapter 9: Complicated emotions
Summary:
"My Mom is going to make star-shaped chocolate cookies after school; Do you want to come and join us, Enid?" Joel asks.
For some reason, Wednesday feels a sudden anger inside her; and frowns.
She doesn't understand why the idea of Joel being so close to Enid bothers her so much.
But it irritates her more than she should.
Notes:
Hello. I'm back.
Merry christmas. Feliz navidad.
Hi. I apologize for the delay. Writer's block hit and wouldn't let go. The good news is that I wrote two chapters in a row and I have an idea for a future story.
Like always I want to thank all those people who read my story; It is amazing the support I had. Thank you very much indeed, means a lot to me that they like my story. I really thank all who have encouraged me to continue this story.
I hope you enjoy this chapter.
NO BETA
Disclaimer: This fanfiction is not written for profit and no infringement of copyright is intended. Disclaimer: I don´t own Wednesday.
A hug, have a good day
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Chapter Text
The arrow of foam rubber hits a few centimeters outside the central target, and the boy sighs in defeat. Beside him, Wednesday shrugs her shoulders, observing every detail in Joel's room.
The numerous boxes are crowded right next to Joel's bed. A large box labeled ‘books stands out from all the others.
Wednesday frowns and crosses her arms, her gaze now on Joel, who tries to pull the arrow from the wall, with great effort.
"Are you and your mother moving?"
Joel pulls the arrow out with his right hand, smiling as he accomplishes his task. "Just a few blocks away. Mom says she doesn't want us to live with my dad anymore."
Wednesday nods, accepting the answer provided by her old friend.
Her friend's parents' relationship has been, to put it simply, chaotic—not the kind of chaos that makes everything wonderful and thriving.
Her mother often says that love was never present between the couple; that kind of magic doesn't bloom everywhere. So Joel's mother's decision to leave was the right one; calm is necessary in turbulent environments for a boy's growth.
She just looks at him cautiously, then she moves to take one of the arrows, observing it, analyzing what she must do to effectively hit the target.
She bites her lower lip in concentration, placing the bow in perfect synchrony with her pale fingers, taking the right distance to balance it between her arm and shoulder.
Joel watches her, now sitting on his bed, his head on the pillow as he says "It will be lots of fun! It's a very big house."
Wednesday nods, not quite paying attention. The bow tightens; the small girl with the dark eyes looks at the arrow, then the target, takes a deep breath while her agile fingers move back to release the arrow - but her attention is quickly broken by her friend next words.
"And the best part is that it's right next to Enid's house!" Joel smiles and his eyes shine. "I'll be able to see her every day, every hour. Cool."
Boom! The arrow hits the door. Very far from the center.
Her eyes open with horror when reality arrives. Joel will be Enid's new neighbor. Her girl.
Wednesday will no longer be her favorite.
Joel jumps up, patting her back as a sign of encouragement, misunderstanding her behavior. "Bad luck, Wednesday." Joel smiles at her with simplicity. "You'll do better when you try again."
Wednesday nods without saying anything else.
She can only look at the boxes filled with toys on the floor.
Hating the way her chest hurts at the thought that she will not be able to see Enid every day.
That thought brings a bitter feeling to her lips.
One that makes her heart beat very fast, and her stomach forms a heavy knot.
Her father chuckles when Wednesday tells him how Joel will move closer to Enid. Gomez realizes what the little one is experiencing, says comforting words and smiling for her.
Her mother smiles, and assures her that everything will be fine, but she just can't stop thinking that something is about to change’ and she doesn't know how to prevent it.
Wednesday hates it.
The change begins with something simple.
A giggle from the courtyard of Enid's house.
Her ears are arrested by the sound, while her heart beats strongly against her chest.
A smile forms on Wednesday’s lips as she rushes to the tree house, built two weeks ago and finished a few days ago by Mr. Sinclair.
She climbs the makeshift ladder with great skill, and with a smile that does not leave her lips.
Until her dark eyes stop at the room decorated with a small tea table, cups and matching teapot.
Her heart jumps when she sees both their friends smile.
Joel waves his right hand in greeting, while his other hand delicately holds the white cup with gold edges and painted bees.
"What are you doing?" Wednesday asks with pursed lips.
The boy is about to respond, but Enid is much faster. "We are having a tea party!" she says animatedly.
Wednesday squints. "Why?"
Enid looks at her and lets out a funny giggle. As if the answer is obvious.
Her heart jumps again, and her eyes swivel again to Enid, the cups of tea, and finally the smiling boy.
Wednesday hates the whole situation.
She's never had tea with Enid in the treehouse.
Her posture changes as she steps forward, folding her arms in protest. "Why have not I been invited?"
"You never liked playing this game."
Her eyes open. She bites her lips and takes a step back, hurt by Enid's response.
Automatically, Enid gets up, as if she felt the raven's pain. Wanting to approach her, wanting to be kind to her best friend. She’s always been like that.
"Wends..."
The raven takes another step back, her eyes turning to water.
"Oi!" Joel yells. "You can play if you want."
Wednesday growls "I don't care! It's a lame game, anyways."
And with that, she's gone.
But it's only the beginning of the change.
Two days later
Wednesday and Enid walk together when they leave school. The raven carries not only her bag, but Enid's books, a gentlemanly gesture learned from Yoko. Steps behind, The vampire is having a lively conversation with a new friend named Karen; something silly like the color of enamels and the test in a juvenile magazine about soulmates.
"Do you want to read the adventures of Nancy Drew and solve the mysteries before finishing the book?" Wednesday asks Enid animatedly, her eyes bright, thinking about the adventures, the intrigue they could find. Since she began reading the saga, provided by uncle Fester, she’s quickly devoured and solved each mystery with the small clues contained within.
But she has always liked to read with Enid, watching the way her tongue wet her lips in concentration, her blue eyes light up with each word as she jumps before each bold villain.
Enid shakes her head timidly from side to side. "Joel is coming home. I promised to help him with his homework and to put together the 1000-piece puzzle of the solar system that his mother gave him."
That stops her in her tracks. Solar system, task. Wednesday rolls her eyes.
How in Lucifer name is that fun?
"Fine."
"You can come, it will be fun if we are all three!"
Wednesday vehemently shakes her head. "I'll read alone." She gives her a look and swallows. "I don't need your constant stammering, or you slowing me down by stirring up the mystery."
Enid's mouth opens wide and the little Addams sees the first of Enid's tears fall on her sad face, but she's too angry to retract her words.
Wednesday drops the blonde-haired girl’s books and runs home.
When she opens the door, she can no longer see her best friend, or Yoko or Karen, but she can feel the quick peal of her own heart, her frown deepening and a warm tear running down her cheek.
If Yoko looks at her as if she were an enigma to solve, she's sensible enough to not say anything.
But it's another situation that leads to change.
Her mind is racing; she can't stop thinking about the interaction between the little raven and her favorite rainbow girl.
The little brunette is usually tough, her words honest and cutting, but that rarely applies to Enid.
She is the light in her darkness.
There's something there, and Yoko will get to the bottom of it.
Meanwhile, their eyes, hidden behind their sunglasses, focus on her. On the girl who makes her want to live a thousand lives.
Waiting for Divina feels unreal.
Her heart beats heavily in her dead chest. The palms of her hands are sweaty, and she's completely sure that her face is completely red. Unfortunately she can't blame the sun, not when her proximity has her mouth dry and her pupils dilated.
Yoko stand up so quickly that she almost falls over, but her whole body stands rigid, staring at Divina as she looks around.
She's prepared a small tablecloth on the sand, with a basket of fruit, cheese and a couple of chocolates. As well as sodas.
Yoko thought it would be a good idea; but looking at her, she isn't so sure anymore.
Divina deserves something more, much more elaborate.
Yoko doesn't think she's ever been so nervous in her life. She doesn't know what to do with herself. One minute she is smiling sheepishly at her, the next her eyes are devouring her. Her hands are in her pockets, and then they aren't.
"I'm so glad you're here," Yoko somehow croaks out, looking at her beaming face, the smile that melts her heart and the bright eyes that give her life.
Divina shyly averts her eyes between the sand and Yoko's face, but her happy grin remains on her face.
"Do you want to sit down?" Yoko asks, wanting to kick herself for how pathetic she sounded.
Divina gives her a kind smile and sits next to her on the sand.
They talk about everything and nothing for what seems like hours. It's easy to have a conversation with her. It's fun, cultured and very beautiful.
"I've never asked you, but do you like the Institute that you go to?"
"I - I really don't know," Yoko confesses with slight shyness.
"You don't know?"
"I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't have many friends." Yoko lowers her head, slightly embarrassed. She remembers the years she spent alone, with no one to play with or talk to. Mostly being ignored by the vampires.
She was the kid who read too many books and whose sharp tongue was not appreciated by the neighborhood kids.
"People didn't like me," she continues. "They think I'm weird."
There's a sad tone in her voice that makes Divina's chest tighten, and instinctively she places her hand over Yoko's, interlacing her fingers with her.
"And my two best friend are a seven years old girl with a mind that goes beyond many and a rainbow girl."
She smiles at that. There are very few occasions where Yoko talks about the raven, admiting how she feels about her.
"I don't know if you’ve noticed, but I'm not exactly the friendly and beautiful girl from next door."
"You're the most beautiful girl I’ve ever set my eyes on." It seems that she could say more, but her cheeks are pink.
"You're to old, you shouldn’t say things like that."
One of her eyebrows goes up. "What am I supposed to say?"
She laughs. "You're pretty. "
Yoko shakes her head in disagreement. "Then I would be lying. Because ‘pretty’ isn't a term that comes close to describing how dazzling you are. "
"Then I would have to say that I never thought you're strange. You're the smartest person I know, and I love that Wednesday is your best friend. You're a great example to follow, Yoko."
The vampire's eyes light up. Her dead heart speeds up as Divina gives her a smile that puts the sun in disgrace.
"Has it occurred to you that there are moments that you’ll remember for the rest of your life?"
Yoko nods.
"Today was one of those moments when I looked at you."
Yoko doesn't say anything; she can't. But the vampire feels she must; she must tell Divina how much her heart beats when she is next to her, how much she likes her laughter, her eyes, the way her hands sweat when her perfume reaches her nose, or just like her brain seems unable to put two words together when she looks at Divina.
So in a bold move, Yoko takes Divina's face in her hands. Yoko stares at her, and little by little she kisses her tenderly, with that feeling of the heart beating a thousand times, with the sensation that burns her skin, with butterflies flying around her. The kiss does not last long, but it is perfect. They look flushed as they part.
She's shaking her feet on the picnic blanket, to the legend she says, on her way to happiness as Yoko gives her a tender smile.
Yoko squeezes Divina's hands gently and looks into her beautiful eyes once more. "Divina?" she asks, nervously trying to stop her own hands from shaking hers.
"Yes, Yoko?" she asks breathlessly.
She takes a deep breath. "I want us to be like…"
Divina looks at her, confused; her eyes narrowing slightly as she tries to figure out what the vampire means.
Yoko sighs slightly, trying to think of how she can explain it.
"I want you to be my girlfriend. If you want to, of course. And I want to be your girlfriend." Her voice is shaking as she looks at Divina with love.
Divina bites her lip.
"So, er… What do you think?" Yoko mumbles nervously.
There is silence for only a second. Then Yoko heard Divina speak. The vampire can tell she is smiling.
"I would love to be your girlfriend… I would love for you to be my girlfriend."
Yoko looks up, her eyes wide with excitement and joy. "R-really?" she asks, not believing her luck.
Divina giggles and she looks so incredibly cute that Yoko just has to kiss her again.
"I really like you," Yoko breathes against her lips.
Divina takes her hands out of her hold and brings them to the back of Yoko's neck while her arms wraps around her waist. "I like you too," she tells her tenderly as they kiss.
Definitely. She's a lucky vampire and doesn't know it yet, but Divina will be the one to bring out her incredible personality later on.
At the end of the day
Wednesday's head is heavy against the cushion that decorates the living room. She's tried to read the adventures of Nancy Drew, but can't get past the first page, growling in frustration after her fourth attempt.
Who needs to know about the solar system?
Since when are jigsaw puzzles fun?
Will Enid be having fun?
She doubts it.
Wednesday closes her eyes, wanting her mind to stop conjuring questions that her grandmother would consider illogical; and that no matter how much she wants to, she can't answer at this moment.
Three seconds later, her ears are encouraged to hear soft footsteps in her direction, making her open her eyes and meet the blue eyes of the girl disturbing her thoughts.
"Sorry!" she says suddenly.
Her eyes open even more, feeling very confused. It's not she who should apologize.
"Why are you here?" Her question is sharp; she hates the tone of her own voice.
"I'm sorry that I stutter when reading and slow you down, Wedns," she continues. "I would like to be faster." Her eyes are on her best friend. Wednesday sighs, seeing the small gold spots in them, and wonders if everything is as beautiful as her eyes are.
"Sorry!"
She sighs and runs her hands over her dress, playing with the soft fabric.
Enid meets her patient eyes, waiting for her answer.
The raven opens her mouth - and nothing comes out.
"Wednesday Addams!"
Yoko's voice scolds her from the doorway. Her look is a clear indication that she should apologize.
The raven nods, giving Enid a look that is usually reserved for her mother in those situations where she knows she has been mischievous.
"I’m sorry!" Wednesday hurries to calm Enid’s hands, still playing with her dress. A sign of nerves. "I like solving mysteries with you and I like you...”
She feels her cheeks redden so she looks down.
"I like when you stutter, it's cute."
She hears Enid's laughter for the first time in the day, echoing in her ears.
It's the best sound in the world, she's sure, but she probably won’t tell Enid for a while. Not in Yoko's presence, at least.
She smiles, which is reciprocated with a hug. It makes her heart warm and her cheeks burn even more.
Yoko smiles, and leaves the living room.
Everything is perfect, like it was before.
As it should be, is the thought of the little raven girl with the head with two dark braids.
But unfortunately, the following days aren't like that at all.
Tuesday
In the school playground, they play hide and seek until their next class begins. Smiles flicker on their faces, and the hot sun reflects in the pinkness of their cheeks.
Joel is just trying to breathe and hold his inhaler in his hand.
The air runs over Wednesday’s hair, and Enid tries to tame the braids, without any efficiency.
That brings another round of laughter, until the little boy turns to Enid, smiling.
"My Mom is going to make star-shaped chocolate cookies after school; Do you want to come and join us, Enid?" Joel asks.
For some reason, Wednesday feels a sudden anger inside her; and frowns.
She nods, and walks to Ms. Mills’ class.
Wednesday stays behind, with a frown and lips forming a thin line.
"Why are you acting so weird?" Joel asks with a raised eyebrow.
Wednesday shrugs and walks away.
She doesn't understand why the idea of Joel being so close to Enid bothers her so much.
But it irritates her more than she should.
Thursday
"Enid, do you want to sleep at my house? We can watch Disney movies and eat sweets!”
Wednesday raises her eyebrow at Joel’s question, who is waiting for Enid’s answer.
Usually on Thursdays Wednesday and Enid read books together, decipher mysteries or they're playing at torturing Uncle Fester. Correction: Wednesday does it, Enid just stares in horror. Sometimes Enid make desserts with Morticia or Divina, and occasionally Yoko when she's home.
But Wednesday’s cold dark eyes are inexpressive, so Joel continues.
"Wednesday doesn't like watching movies; she finds them tedious and long."
She hates them; she can only watch those tedious movies to see Enid smile and hear her laugh. And they both have an agreement: only two princess movies every two weeks.
Joel knows it.
Damned traitor.
The blonde-haired girl nods, smiles and promises to bring the Lion King and Pocahontas.
With a tense smile, the little Addams watches Joel go, with a feeling similar to a roar in her ears, until she feels the soft touch of her girl on her arm. She’s looking at her. "You're okey?" Enid asks.
"Perfectly," Wednesday says, forcing the words to come to the surface.
Friday
Wednesday runs excitedly to Enid's house. Divina told her they’ve installed a couple of swings and that they can climb very high! Even Yoko tried them! She can't stop marveling at it.
However, when she's only a few feet from the swings, Wednesday freezes.
Her eyes widen and she gulps.
Enid is miling, sitting on the pink swing. Behind her, her Joel gently pushes her, receiving a giggle and a funny look from her.
That look was always for her. And only for Wednesday.
With narrowed eyes, her mind works through the deductions.
She's no longer Enid's favorite. Maybe she's not even her girl, anymore.
If she ever was.
Enid never told Wednesday that.
Her voice fades and she shrinks into herself, looking away.
She finally turns around, without daring to look again.
With tears in her eyes and a pain in her chest.
The disease of love is still with her, but is it possible that Enid doesn't has it anymore?
Tears run down her cheeks as color consumes her black heart.
Maybe Enid was cured.
And that knowledge hurts more than anything.
Notes:
TBC... Sorry for the bittersweet episode.
Our little raven is starting to experience jealousy. Ups.
Yoko has a girlfriend. Did you find that interesting? The next few chapters will really focus on Enid and Wednesday only
I hope you are with me in this story. There is a fun trip to tell.
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Chapter 10: Complicated emotions 2: jealousy
Summary:
There is a sinking feeling in her stomach that Wednesday doesn't recognize for now; but in the future she probably will.
It takes Wednesday Addams about thirty seconds for the realization to hit - then opens her eyes and takes a step back.
She's being replaced.
She's losing her girl.
Wednesday gasps. Oh no! No!
But then Joel does the worst that anyone can do. He kisses Enid's cheek and gets up with a smile on his face.
Notes:
Hello. I'm back.
Like always I want to thank all those people who read my story; It is amazing the support I had. Thank you very much indeed, means a lot to me that they like my story. I really thank all who have encouraged me to continue this story.
I hope you enjoy this chapter.
NO BETA.
Disclaimer: This fanfiction is not written for profit and no infringement of copyright is intended. Disclaimer: I don´t own Wednesday.
I invite you to read my new story Wenclair: All for her
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Chapter Text
Weeks earlier
Enid's point of view
"They say I can be Wendy in the next musical, Div," Enid declares proudly, skipping across the street. "Or I can be Tinker Bell, and wear wings!" she lets out an excited squeal, making her nanny beside her laugh with delight.
Ballet has been a great help in lowering the little wolf's exaggerated energy levels, or so Divina believes.
"You'll be the most beautiful Wendy!"
Enid is about to retort when she hears the sound of shouting; Joel's mother and father are arguing.
That happens a lot lately.
Joel is always sad about it. She's seen him cry in class, even though he denies it and gives her his bravest smile.
Another shout echoes. And a sob fills the air.
Enid's heart sinks as she looks for her friend.
She finds him sitting on the grass. Joel is covering his ears tightly, hiding his wet face in his dark pants.
She runs to him, her knees hitting the grass, her hands wiping the tears from his cheeks.
He looks at her and swallows.
Enid nods, her hands wrapping around him in a tight, warm hug.
"Mommy says we're leaving the house," Joel says between sobs. "I'm going to miss my dad so much, I don't want to leave, Nid."
Enid whispers soothing words, the ones she learned from her father, over and over, until Joel stops crying and feels his heart lighter.
From the sidewalk, Divina keeps her distance, observing this rare and painful moment.
Helping Joel to smile and not feel sad has become her mission in recent weeks.
He was her first friend, kind and funny. The first boy who stood up for her, back when Wednesday would throw her to the ground, ruin her hair, and Enid would cry, thinking she'd never have any friends.
In that first time when Wednesday wasn't her best friend.
"Don't be sad, you're moving very close by. We can play together. It'll be so much fun," Enid tells him with all the confidence in the world.
Joel nods, believing her words.
And that becomes their personal exchange.
She says something kind to him, he smiles.
Sometimes she tells him stories about a brave princess who fights dragons and sorcerers and defeats evil. The princess has two dark braids and beautiful dark eyes.
He always laughs at those stories, saying she's just thinking about Wednesday.
Enid always denies it, but she can't help her cheeks turning red when she thinks about how brave her best friend is.
Joel plays games with Enid that her best friend wouldn't want to play.
Maybe that's why they drink tea with their favorite stuffed animals in the treehouse that her father built.
She laughs until she sees the grimace on her friend's face, the way Wednesday storms off. Enid can't understand why.
Nor does she understand why Wednesday is upset all the time and is mean to her. It makes her sad.
At those times, it's Joel's turn to cheer her up.
He invites her to put together a solar system puzzle, and she likes it so much that she ends up asking her dad to buy one with lots of spiders and castles for Wednesday.
Enid knows that maybe she'd like those puzzles. She smiles at the thought.
She learns to make skeleton-shaped cookies for her best friend; Joel's mom taught her. Enid will surprise her next time. She'll make lots of skeletons for her, and ghosts for thing.
She'll also invite her to watch The Nightmare Before Christmas, which also has skeletons and ghosts. Divina recommended the movie.
Enid is excited because she knows Wednesday will probably like it and will be thrilled to have a princess-free night.
But that excitement is shattered when she sees her friend's sad eyes.
Joel smiles at her, but the blonde can clearly see it.
His lip trembles, and his eyes fill with tears.
Enid is her friend. So she'll do everything to protect him from them.
She hugs him until she feels the boy's heart not beating so fast and the tears have dried on her bright pink shirt.
She shows him her new swing and he laughs with every spin in the air.
"If I had a sister, I'd want her to be like you, Nid. " He tells her with all the sincerity a seven-year-old can muster.
Enid stares at him in amazement, her blue eyes wide.
"Yoko says that if we're lucky, we can choose our family."
She doesn't know if it's true. She's searched the books, but hasn't found an answer
"Really?" he asks, almost a whisper.
Enid nods, smiling. "Do you want to be my sister?"
The blonde's answer comes with an enthusiastic hug.
Joel smiles at her. "Come on, little sis. I'll swing you as high as I can."
She just smiles, and laughs at Joel's bad jokes.
He smiles back at her.
Everything will be alright, because she's determined to make her friend smile and be happy. That's her promise.
Present
Wednesday's point of view
Saturday
"Get out of bed!" Yoko orders, as she picks up several items of Wednesday’s clothing.
"Uh-uh," comes the response from under the covers.
"I promised Divina we would have a picnic with her and Enid.”
"No."
Yoko snorts, takes a dark shirt and a pair of dark pants on her arm and sighs. "Yes."
"I can't do it," Wednesday murmurs, feeling her heart shrink at a word. ˂Enid˃
"Wednesday, I promised Divina a month ago. So I can't say no now. Come on!"
"Tell them we moved," she suggests, tossing the blankets over her own head.
"Excellent plan," says Yoko with clear sarcasm. "They will never suspect a thing!"
"Smartass," Wednesday murmurs.
The little girl waits for another sarcastic response from the vampire, but when her head comes out over the covers, she meets the smiling face of an incorrigible siren.
"Hey, Wednesday!" It's Divina's laughing voice.
"What are you doing here?" Wednesday yells. She doesn't want her here! Not when she's also a friend of Joel and likes his company very much! "You can't be here!"
Divina rolls her eyes, putting a hand to her heart, feigning offense.
However, Yoko doesn't consider her words funny, and sends Wednesday a look that leaves the raven frozen.
"Don't be a handful today!"
"Must be genetic or be in the blood that is consumed in this house," Wednesday whispers under her breath, but apparently not low enough not to be heard by Yoko.
"What did you say?" The vampire asks, visibly annoyed.
Wednesday shrugs, picking up her clothes and resigning herself to walk towards her fatal destination.
She sighs too loudly. This is going to be one of those horrible days, but not one of her favorites.
The Sinclair's home
Wednesday doesn't dare look at her.
She doesn't dare talk to her, either.
Which leaves much of the morning filled with comments from Divina, Yoko and Enid.
Divina organized a picnic in the courtyard, savannah spread out on the lawn, flowers in a vase and an immense amount of sweet desserts and salty food for all four to eat.
Unfortunately, the flavor of the pastry cream does nothing to cure the feelings of bitterness on Wednesday's lips, or pull the pain from her chest when she hears Enid's laughter. And watch the constant romantic scene of Yoko and her girlfriend kissing and holding hands.
Wednesday frowns. Wants to scream at Yoko.
Tell her to stop. That Divina will break her vampire heart, just like Enid did with Wednesday.
But none of that happens. She keeps silent.
She remains silent while everyone else speaks.
Divina notices things. Even the smallest ones. It’s a gift that she's perfected over time, and has grown exponentially in Yoko's company.
Wednesday. Something has happened to her.
The little one loves being in Enid's presence. That child kisses the ground where she walks, and will do anything to see her happy.
But now, something has changed.
Since Joel moved next door, the girl with beautiful dark eyes doesn't seem to be the same.
Maybe she feels hurt, betrayed, displaced.
Or even jealous?
"Divina, my stomach feels weird." Enid's voice takes her out of her reverie.
Divina touches her abdomen tenderly.
"Do you want to lie down for a while so you feel better?"
She nods, so Divina takes her in her arms and carries her to the sofa.
"Hey Nid, Divina told me you were feeling bad," Joel says with a sad voice, crossing the room and sitting in front of her. "I brought another puzzle! My mom bought one that has the whole galaxy!" His expression is dreamy, too cheerful.
Enid smiles, despite the pain in her stomach. She's a strong girl.
"We can put it together when you feel better!"
Enid grins.
"Do you want me to take your hand so that you feel better?” he asks with a smile and slightly rosy cheeks. That's what my mom does and it helps me a lot."
Enid nods, so she makes a space for him to sit beside her and hold her hand.
He smiles again, and Enid thanks God for having Joel as her friend/brother.
She sighs and closes her eyes.
Wednesday blinks a few times when she enters the living room.
If she thought the incident of the tree house was annoying, this is ten times worse.
Catastrophic.
The roar in her ears intensifies and her stomach spins endlessly.
She hates the sensation as much as she hates the closeness and growing friendship between Joel and Enid.
It makes her feel sick.
It makes her feel like a monster: furious, wanting to break and smash everything.
It hurts her no longer to be Enid's favorite. It hurts her to be replaced by her friend.
She was always Enid's center of her attention; but it's not like that anymore.
When her eyes watch the scene in detail, her heart breaks even more.
Joel's gently holds Enid's hand, while he tells her one of those silly tales about princesses that Wednesday knows Enid adores.
There is a sinking feeling in her stomach that Wednesday doesn't recognize for now; but in the future she probably will.
It takes Wednesday Addams about thirty seconds for the realization to hit - then opens her eyes and takes a step back.
She's being replaced.
She's losing her girl.
Wednesday gasps. Oh no! No!
But then Joel does the worst that anyone can do. He kisses Enid's cheek and gets up with a smile on his face.
And that awakens the fury within Wednesday that she keeps particularly for James and his thugs.
NO!
JUST NO!
Enid is WEDNESDAY'S GIRL! Her! Not Joel’s!
"Get out!" she screams, hitting her former friend on the shoulder with force.
"What?" Joel asks, clearly confused.
"Don’t touch her!" she screams again, earning Enid's attention, her eyes wide open.
"Really?" Joel replies in astonishment.
"Go away, Joel!" Wednesday’s nostrils open and she feels her face burn. "Now!"
"You can't tell me what to do, Wednesday." Joel crosses his arms in defiance.
Wednesday's eyes widen, while Joel looks annoyed and slightly angry.
If Joel wants to be the villain, she will give him her due.
It doesn't matter if this is Joel's first real fight.
The first kick she throws (one she learned from her uncle Fester), brings him to his knees. A scream escapes his lips as she moves swiftly to strike his cheek hard, then another blow connecting with his lips.
Blood glistens as he stares at her, his eyes horrified.
Good.
His split lips will teach him that he can never kiss Enid again.
The raven's heart pounds, rage surges within her as she feels betrayed by her childhood friend.
She lets him rise because she knows it will be glorious to bring him down again.
She rushes to hit Joel in the face again, but his friend is much taller, and deflects the blow. He hits one of his own fists in Wednesday's right eye.
Wednesday screams in pain, holding a hand to her face.
Enid screams and Joel reflexively does the same.
Yoko frowns at the scene in front of her as she and Divina enters in the room.
Yoko's eyes widen when she sees the raven's face and Joel's bloody face. "What the hell, Wednesday?"
The child's expression is severe as she tries to hit Joel again, only to be trapped by Yoko, who sighs deeply while her lips purse.
"Come on, Joel, let's take you home, there we can clean the blood" Divina says without waiting for his response, dragging him by the wrist outside the house.
The vampire’s arms trap Wednesday with force. They’re a prison, a death trap, as the girl screams, kicks and cries.
Scream out of frustration.
Cries out of loss, and for treason.
She's lost her girl. She's lost her entire world.
"Wedns, talk to me!" Yoko says, with a tone she reserves for her mother and Divina. She's much more calm and kind.
Wednesday hates it.
"I don't need your help!" she yells loudly, feeling Yoko's sigh against her shoulder.
A few seconds later she's free, breathing like an enraged dog.
She sees Enid's eyes narrow and fill with water.
"Go away," she says in a warning tone.
But she being who she is, she doesn't listen. Enid gives her what she thinks is a kind smile.
"Go away!" she screams with tears in her eyes.
"Hey, stop it!" Enid shouts at Wednesday.
"Why are you talking to Joel and taking his hand so much?" Wednesday demands.
"Cause he's nice!" Enid says with her arms crossed. Wednesday stares at her pouting friend.
The raven furrows her eyebrows. She says with enphasis. "No, he's not."
"Yes he is." Enid insists, confused. "I like him. He's fun to play with. "
Wednesday's heart shatters as her little body deflates. She glares at Enid.
"Fine!" she spat. "Then go play with him all the time and he can be your best friend."
Enid quickly grabbes her wrist. "But Wedns, you're my best friend," she says honestly.
"I'm not! I hate you!" Wednesday shouts.
Enid looks at her with teary eyes.
"I hate you!" She shouts again. "Now leave me alone…I don't want see you anymore in my entire life! I hate you so much!"
Enid looks positively crushed when Wednesday rips her wrist out of Enid's grip so hard that she loses her balance and falls, hard.
Wednesday turns and runs to the guest room, where she knows she must spend the night.
Enid watches the raven-haired girl go, lying helplessly on the ground. She sniffs as tears prickle in her eyes.
A couple of hours later
The torrential rain covers the streets. There is only one light on throughout the house, and it comes from the TV.
"That went terribly badly," Divina tells Yoko, sitting next to her, curling up in her warmth. "She’s fallen asleep, after crying a lot." Divina sighs. "Enid thinks she lost her best friend today."
Yoko's hands caress her back with practiced skill when Yoko says "She was being overprotective; she was the lion taking care of a puppy, the lion attacking his prey. I’ve never seen Wedns so upset before."
"She's jealous of Joel."
Yoko nods. "Wednesday thinks Enid doesn't want her anymore. Or worse, that her attention has been stolen by Joel."
"We have to do something. We can't let them suffer like that."
Yoko shakes her head. "We’re going to help them."
They snuggle for a while without saying anything else. Happy to be together.
"Thanks for taking care of me," she says, pressing herself closer, her cheek against Yoko's chest.
"It's a pleasure, babe."
Her voice is comfortable, familiar and gentle. Divina snuggles closer to Yoko.
"Flatterer!" she laughs. "Darling, all you have to do is kiss me and I'm yours."
"Oh, you have no idea," Yoko replies, smirking happily.
Yoko's hands cautiously mover over Divina's face, Yoko knows that she’s grinning like a fool - she can feel the tightness in her cheeks intensify as Divina leans closer to her, her own thumb caressing her skin. Divina grabs Yoko's wrists while she closes the distance, kissing herm tenderly.
If she was ever in doubt that time does not really exist, this moment consolidates her abstraction - the rain floating in the outside air and the hum of the heater that stops when the only movement is their lips and the rustle of her fingers in Yoko's hair and the rhythm of her pulse accelerating under Divina's hands.
"Yoko..."
The girl's voice causes both to separate quickly, blushing and slightly embarrassed.
But the shame lasts only until Divina sees Wednesday's face. She has the most anguished expression she's seen on a seven years old child.
"Dear? Are you alright?"
Wednesday looks up, Divina's face blurry through her tears.
"En ... Enid”- she tries, before a sob takes her breath away and she buries her face in her hands.
Yoko gives Divina a worried look, and they both go upstairs, the girl crying behind them.
"Enid, honey?"
Divina touches Enid’s forehead cautiously, feeling the heat emanating in waves off her skin. Her face is sweaty, pale and full of pain.
"Divina... hurts," she whispers, writhing in pain.
"Where babe, where do you hurt, bee?" Divina’s voice is worried.
She points painfully to the right and lower part of her abdomen. "It hurts so much Divina, a lot!" She cries, breaking Divina's heart and her girlfriend’s. "I can't stand it..."
"Please, Divina!" Wednesday screams.
Enid looks at her, and the way the raven looks at Enid breaks her heart again.
"You'll be fine, hon!" Divina says, swallowing the lump in her throat. Tears slide down her face as she whispers, "Shh, it'll be fine, hon." She turns around to find her girlfriend's face full of emotions. "Right, Yoko? Enid, stay with me, baby."
Divina lets out a sob. "Yoko!"
The vampire doesn't answer, just takes a step toward the bed. She looks at her in horror, then gathers the girl into her arms.
The rapid healing of werewolves doesn't exist in a girl who is not yet a wolf.
"Call Emergency Services, Divina."
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Chapter 11: A night in E.R.
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Merry Christmas. An early gift before the year ends.
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Chapter Text
After the paramedics come into action, the rest is a blurry memory.
There are too many quick movements; calls and a couple of screams.
However, her mind seems to have stopped.
Stopped with a single thought spinning around.
"I hate you!" Wednesday shouts." I don't want to see you anymore in my entire life! I hate you so much!"
She said that. Wednesday said every word to Enid.
And now, she's sick and on her way to the hospital because of her.
Her best friend is sick because of her.
Did she curse Enid unintentionally?
No. That can't be true. The raven only has visions; she can't cause magical harm.
Enid is hurt because of her.
That thought makes her heart ache. Her chest feels very tight and her stomach churns.
She really doesn’t want that.
She never wants to see Enid hurt, or sick, or sad.
Wednesday feels the first of her tears fall down her face as she drops to the hospital’s cold floor.
She wipes the infringing tears quickly away; she's a child who hates crying. So, she directs her gaze from the ground to the space around her.
Their parents talk with intensity with Mr. Sinclair across the aisle, who looks pale, downcast and somewhat sad. Her mother rests her hand on his shoulder in a way that she considers reassuring. It's a form of support, comfort for the man in this moment of anguish.
Gomez nods, giving words to Mr. Sinclair that Wednesday is sure are cordial.
"She can't be...” Wednesday says to herself, watching the people speaking in low voices, the nurses walking up and down the corridor.
Even Yoko walks with her arms crossed over her chest, a frown glimpsing through her features.
Divina's face is hidden, sinking into a seat next to her. She's crying, if her red eyes are a feasible indication.
Wednesday swallows, drumming her fingers on her pants.
After what seems like years, a man comes out. Dr. Jones talks to Mr. Sinclair.
His pale face falls slightly, as does Wednesday's heart.
"Appendicitis," Mr. Sinclair speaks shortly to Wednesday's parents, struggling with the lump in his throat. "She's holding out, but the surgeon says they need to operate immediately."
He ends up crying in Gomez's arms.
After the announcement, Wednesday bursts into tears. Divina wraps the raven in her arms, and the little girl cries inconsolably in her chest. "It's my fault!"
Divina's words are a whisper. "Shh, Wedns, this is not your fault. Okay?"
Wednesday shakes her head. "I told her I hated her!" she sobs. "That she wasn’t my friend anymore, and that I didn't want to see her anymore!" she screams, crying.
"Honey...”
"I MADE THIS!" Wednesday screams again and again, crying like a broken child.
"Wednesday, this is not your fault It's not anybody fault." It's Yoko who speaks slowly.
The raven vehemently denies it.
No. She made Enid sick.
She made her sick with her hatred.
"It could have happened to anyone." Yoko tries to make her to understand. "Nobody caused this"
Wednesday wipes her nose hard. Her eyes are red; it's a rare contrast against her beautiful skin. "But it's Enid," she sobs. "My girl, Yoko!"
"I know, I know; it hurts." Yoko crouches down to be at her level. Divina takes a step backward, and the vampire picks Wednesday up as if she were a child frightened of la llrona (The Weeping Woman, as in her two years, even if the raven denies it). Yoko hugs her tenderly, her hands forming comforting circles on her back. Reassuring. "She'll be fine, little raven."
Wednesday is slightly calmer after crying so hard over the vampire.
"You promise me, Yoko?" Wednesday's voice is soft, broken.
Divina looks at her, shaking her head, tears running down her cheeks, simulating Wednesday's.
And for the first time, Yoko does what she’s never liked to do. It clings to the unknown, an inexplicable feeling.
She clings to hope. "I promise."
Morticia follows the screams.
Even though she loves them, at this precise moment, she knows they're useless.
"I have to be there...I have to be with her!" She hears her daughter's spoiled cry.
Her right hand holds a long dagger, one that has belonged to the family for generations, while her left hand finds a long knife (Lurch is probably desperately searching for it).
"We don't allow children on the premises," the man in green tells her, unfazed by the outburst of a seven-year-old girl. Something he's surely used to, working in an emergency service.
"I don't care, I have to be there!" her daughter screams again. "I have to make sure your mediocrity doesn't harm..."
"Wednesday Addams" Morticia interjects, before her little raven gets herself kicked out of the hospital.
Her daughter glares at her with fury. "I don't care, I have to be there!"
"I'm sure this kind man can use his years of learning and wisdom to help Enid. Don't get so worked up, my little viper."
"Mother"
"You must let the doctors do their work, mi niña (my child)"
"But I am qualified. Grandmother...
Morticia gives her a reprimanding look, one that manages to silence her rant.
She'll deal with her mother and her incessant need to add her granddaughter to her corporate staff.
"No. You will let them work in peace. There are no threats to the medical staff. Do you understand? "
The woman sees her daughter's tear-filled eyes; she can see the pain consuming her little black soul.
"Enid will be fine. She's a very strong little wolf."
Wednesday nods, saying nothing more.
An hour later
"What are you doing?"
Wednesday swallows. Her hands writhe beside her.
"I’m praying."
The shock must be almost written all over his face.But then he recovers.
Mr. Sinclair's lips twist into a smile. "I didn't know you were a religious girl, Wednesday"
"I'm not, Mr. Sinclair," she says honestly. Her mother, being a woman of the world, was never one to impose religion on any of their children. "But Miss Mills says she prays when she wants to help and she doesn't know what to do."
The man nods. His heart beats strongly for his sweet and beautiful girl. "Do you want to help?"
She nods."They say I'm too young to operate" Her brow furrows; she definitely does not agree with that idea. "Although my grandmother has let me see bodies in the morgue."
Stupid medical surgeons.
"But you don't know how to do it, and that's why you pray, even if you've never done it?"
Wednesday nods, and Murray has no choice but to hug Wednesday and feel touched by the gesture. This unique little girl, with her unique way of loving his daughter.
"What prayer were you saying?" Murray asks after releasing the child from his embrace.
Wednesday looks slightly bewildered at that.
"What were you saying to God or to the universe?"
"I..." Her cheeks are pink. "I recited a poem, Mr. Sinclair."
Murray lets himself smile.
"I see." He stirs the hair of the girl; whose eyes watch him expectantly. "In that case, let's recite it together."
Wednesday almost smiles, nodding.
She'll be fine; Enid has this girl in her life.
It's what Mr. Sinclair thinks.
Her arms are crossed over her chest, her dark, eagle-like eyes following every healthcare professional who crosses the sterile corridor, waiting for any news about her girl.
She can't eat, can't sleep. Her mind races.
Her eye has begun to show the first signs of pain, but her worry is so overwhelming that she swears she can't feel anything else.
Nothing but the absolute terror of being powerless, only able to wait.
"Hey!" Yoko's voice calls, standing beside her. The girl's feet creak from standing for so long, but she remains motionless. "Do you want something to eat?"
Wednesday frowns.
"Are you thirsty?"
The girl just shakes her head.
Yoko observes her pale face, the dried tears on her cheeks, and in her gentlest voice, asks again, "Do you need anything?"
"Enid"
What is protected with the heart is loved as life itself. Yoko read that phrase once, and today this little girl by her side shows her how true it can be. "Our little wolf is very strong, she'll be fine."
Wednesday sighs, holding back her obvious frustration.
"Look at me," Yoko demands, with such tenderness in her voice that Wednesday can't stop a tear from rolling down her cheek. The vampire wipes it away with her thumb. "It's okay to be scared, or to be upset."
Wednesday frowned slightly. "I... I'm not upset," she confesses softly.
An eyebrow rises on the vampire's face. "Really? Then why did poor Joel end up with half his face covered in blood? "
She looks annoyed but says nothing, though her furious eyes tell a different story, so Yoko continues. "My parents separated when I was ten. I was a little older than Joel, but the feeling is the same. Utter sadness. I felt lost." There's a pause there, one filled with painful memories that the vampire swallows. "Then you all came along, and I gained another family. It wasn't easy, and I don't think it is for Joel either. He's sad."
"Um-um," she replies sulkily.
"We can have more than one friend, and that's fine. Joel was your first friend. Then Enid came along. You also have Thing, Divina, and you have me." Yoko looks at her, counting on her fingers the people who hold a place in her life. "That means you have more friends."
Wednesday snorts.
"Enid plays with other girls at school and in ballet class... right?"
Wednesday just gives her a critical look. "She has really silly friends, they're always playing with dolls."
"Does that make you angry? Enid playing with other girls?"
She shakes her head quickly.
Yoko seems pleased by that.
"Let's go over this…" Yoko begins, looking at her intently. "Joel and Enid together"—that elicits a dagger-like glare that would have killed her again if looks could kill. "That makes you angry… so that's… wrong."
"I don't like it, I hate it."
"Do you feel like you turn into the Hulk?"
Her lips are a thin, angry line. "Who's the Hulk?"
"He's a green monster, very angry, who wants to throw and destroy things."
She thinks about Yoko's words.
Until a couple of years ago, Wednesday Addams shrugged her shoulders with indifference at anyone.
Until Enid Sinclair appeared.
With her bright blue eyes, her dress of bees that fly around her when she spins around and around in circles, and her bows of colors.
Her stomach tightens when she sees her smile. Enid has the most beautiful smile that exists in the world, and she's pretty too - she has really long blonde hair, like the princesses in the movies he watches at her house.
Wednesday likes her a lot. She's nice and cute, and is the best assistant in her experiments.
Enid is the best person she has met in her entire life, and is likely to be the best person she will ever meet. She may be seven years old, but she's sure of that.
Enid is her girl, and Wednesday wants her to be only her girl and nobody else's.
She bites her lips in deep concentration. "Sometimes it feels like that. It's lava inside me."
"Why is it different with Joel?"
Wednesday's breath caught in her throat at the thought. "He wants to take my girl away—"
"Wednesday, no!"
Her dark eyes narrowed. "He wants to take Enid away from me."
Her voice is sweet. "He doesn't want to take Enid away from you. He was very sad because her first friend in the world hit him."
"He hit me too." She yelled angrily, pointing at her swollen eye.
"He was defending himself. We both know that if I'd let you hit him harder, the damage would have been worse."
She lets out a loud sigh.
"It's okay to feel jealous."
The raven's face tells Yoko everything she needs to know.
"It's an emotion that arises at the possible loss of something or someone valued; in your case, you're afraid of losing your girl"
She bristles at that. A pout forms on her lips. "I don't like being jealous."
Yoko almost smiled at that. "Nobody does, darling"
Her dark eyes widen in surprise at that. "Do you feel jealous too?"
Yoko leans closer to whisper to her. "I'll tell you a secret. Sometimes I do. But then I remember that I have an amazing girlfriend who loves me very much and that I'm lucky to have her, and that ugly feeling disappears"
The girl's attention is fixed on the vampire, so focused on processing every word. Yoko knows this won't be the last time that little Addams wants to destroy something because someone wants to get close to Enid.
"So maybe next time you feel like this, you have a vampire to talk to, or you have a mermaid who surely has better advice to give than I do. You don't have to face it alone, and you definitely can't hit anyone."
"Don't hit anyone if I get jealous?"
Yoko laughs. "Exactly".
She seeks the nearest violent option. "I can always threaten them with knives."
"No knives!" Yoko repeats, this time more firmly.
Wednesday snorted. "Fine. No knives." I'll come get you"
"I'll be there for you, Wedns. Whenever you need me." Yoko promises, placing a chaste kiss on his black hair.
"Thank you, Yoko"
Wednesday’s head rests against the cold wall, her hands twisting the hem of her dark shirt when she feels an added weight at her side.
"I'm so sorry!"
Wednesday doesn't have to open her eyes to know that the voice comes from her friend. "I didn't want to hit you!" Joel moves restlessly in his seat.
Wednesday swallows. The pain is still present in her right eye, now inflamed.
"It was my fault," Wednesday admits after what seems like minutes. Her eyes open to meet Joel's shy stare at her side. "I shouldn't have provoked you."
Joel smiles, nodding.
"It's okay, Wednesday, I'm not angry," he shrugs. "Plus, you're a very bad fighter!"
Both laugh after that comment. They know that if Yoko hadn't been treated at that moment, Joel would have been devastated.
"You're my friend, and it's okay that you're upset"
Wednesday swallowed hard, feeling sick at the sight of Joel's split lip, his swollen face, and the knowledge that he'd be in pain for a couple of days—all because of her.
All because of her anger, because of that new and profound feeling she had whenever Joel was near her little girl.
It's not his fault. He'd always been her and Enid's friend.
He is kind, kind enough to want to remain her friend even after she hit him.
"So, we're still friends?" Wednesday asks, with that phrase she has heard so many times in the movies.
Joel nods, embracing the raven quickly and awkwardly. "Friends, We're fine, Wedns"
"Right." Wednesday allows herself to smile, a true smile after all the tears shed earlier.
The silent minutes feel calm. Wednesday’s heart beats constantly. The worry feels less intense with the faithful company of her friend by her side.
"I don't like Enid."
This takes the younger Addams by surprise. "Uh?"
Who in their right mind would not like Enid? She's nice, beautiful kind, intelligent...
In addition, Wednesday loved smart people.
Besides, she's cute. Very cute.
So she doesn't understand how her best friend can say such a thing.
"Not in that way," Joel assures with fairly large confidence for a child. "Divina is cool as an older sister; Enid is cool as a younger sister," he explains, as if it's obvious enough for everyone involved.
Wednesday blinks a couple of times when the realization sinks in.
Joel doesn't like her girl.
Joel doesn't have the disease of love, unlike her.
Her heart beats fast in her chest.
Wednesday finds herself smiling like a child in a torture chamber.
Joel shakes his head at the raven’s attitude. "I don't like girls." There is a slightly long pause before the child continues. "Girls have lice! Eww, Wednesday!"
Wednesday is about to reply when her mother's voice silences her words.
"She's out of danger. The doctors say she should rest, but she's alright."
"She's alright?" Wednesday repeats with tears in her eyes.
Her mother nods, taking steps towards her little girl. Her arms are strong when they cling to her, but Morticia doesn't care in the least.
"She's alright!" she says again, like a mantra.
Mrs. Addams smiles, kissing her hair repeatedly, assuring her daughter that the girl holding her heart will be completely and perfectly well.
Wednesday’s heart rate shoots up with every glance towards the room.
It's been eleven hours, twenty-seven minutes and fifty-six seconds since Enid was brought to the hospital.
A long night, according to Divina's words.
However, she hasn't been able to sleep for even ten minutes.
No, she will not.
Not without first seeing her. To make sure she's really well.
Her mother has asked her to go home, but after a horrible display of screaming and crying, she's managed to stay.
She shouldn’t feel so comfortable with the situation - but she does.
"Will you look at the door forever, or will you go in?" Divina laughs.
She looks at her with disgust.
"She woke up with some pain, but she's fine."
Wednesday nods, with tight lips in a thin line.
"She can't talk much, but I'm sure she'll recognize your pale face," Divina teases with a smile.
Wednesday responds with a loquacious movement - she sticks her tongue out at her.
Divina laughs. "Come on Wends! Be brave."
Her lips murmur a reply.
Divina blinks in bewilderment. "What?"
"What if she hates me?"
"Hate you?" Divina's face is filled with disbelief. "She would never hate you! I think that girl loves you like nobody else can love you in the world! After your mother, of course."
Wednesday doesn't say anything, but the blush on her cheeks says everything.
She nods, taking the handle of the door between her hands. "I'm brave," she tells herself before entering.
She's small, very small in the hospital bed.
Her hair falls on her pillow, and Wednesday can see her pale face.
Her lips open and close when Enid sees her.
Wednesday swallows, wanting to take a step back and away from Enid Sinclair's sad eyes.
Her dark eyes roam from the floor to the medications on the bedside table.
But Enid knows her well; and Enic speaks, breaking the tension.
"Your eye looks bad. Does it hurt?"
"Yes," she responds mechanically, without looking her in the eyes.
She can almost hear the tone of disapproval in her voice when Enid speaks again. "You must be more careful."
Wednesday nods, wanting desperately to approach. But the words she wants to say do not come out. So she opts for others.
"I brought you a blanket so you don’t get cold." she says timidly, approaching the bed slowly, and leaving the red blanket with white snowflakes by her fingertips.
The idea that Enid could become cold again makes her stomach twist.
She smiles when her fingers touch the soft fabric. Her eyes glow even more as she inspects every detail. "I like it! It's very cute."
Wednesday can't do this. Not now.
Not when she almost lost her girl.
But Enid Sinclair doesn’t give up. The sweet girl has her heart.
So when she looks at the raven with concern, she responds.
"You're good?"
Wednesday swallows hard. "I lied."
"When?"
Wednesday lowers her head, and she sighs. That has never been a good sign.
"I'm sorry!" There are tears on her pale cheeks. Tears of regret, pain, and fear.
"I'm sorry, Enid, I made you sick!" Wednesday manages to say. "I'm sorry because I said I hated you and it wasn't true!"
"Wedns"
"I'm sorry!" She continues crying.
"Wednesday Friday Addams!"
Her voice is high, enough for her to look at her girl. Look at those blue eyes with tears in them.
Enid never calls her for her full name.
Her hand gestures for her to approach the bed.
Wednesday does, still crying.
When she reaches the edge of the bed, her warm hands clean the tears from her cheeks.
"Mm-my fault!"
"It's not, Wedns I promise."
"You forgive me?" she murmurs, this time a little more audibly.
Enid silences her with a soft kiss on the forehead. "I do," she insists. "You're my best friend."
Her dark eyes shine when she smiles. "I am?"
She nods, with a big smile on her face. "Forever, Wednesday Addams."
The emotion is palpable in her dark eyes when the raven kisses her cheek. "Forever, Enid Sinclair."
Wednesday approaches, slowly moves to the bed and climbs into it. The small space supports them both.
Wednesday gathers up a lock of her hair, her fingers playing with the gold strands for a few seconds until placing it perfectly behind her ear.
Her cheeks feel hot at the gesture.
Enid swallows when her pale and cold thumb tenderly caresses her cheek.
Her dark eyes shine when they look at her. "You're really pretty."
Enid blushes again, smiling shyly.
"You're my best friend, Enid."
Her smile is light. "And you're my best friend, Wedns"
"Forever?" Her voice is no more than a whisper.
Enid nods. "Forever."
The raven smiles shyly, taking Enid's hand in her. Minutes later, they are both sleeping peacefully.
And if someone sees a child lying in a small hospital bed next to a newly operated-on patient, nobody has the heart to say it out loud.
Not even the grumpy nurse on the night shift.
She just smiles and let it go.
Hours later, when Wednesday wakes up, her hand still remains between Enid's.
Her cheeks quickly heat, but she doesn't think much about it. It's a new gesture, one that she's quickly getting used to.
She's slipped out of bed when Enid's eyes open.
Wednesday looks at her. Enid smiles and runs her hands through her dark hair.
The raven smiles at her in return.
And without saying anything, Enid kisses her on the cheek.
Wednesday takes a few seconds to record what happened, then smiles and runs out of the room - and dances around.
"What’s gotten into her? Is she possessed?" Gomez asks with a frown from the other side of the aisle, watching his daughter smiling foolishly.
His wife leaves the reading she has in his hands and smiles. "You know, only the disease of love."
"The disease of love?"
"Yes, dear, you heard correctly." She smiles again in her daughter's direction. "The disease that's affected Wednesday, Enid, and a couple of teenagers...You know it by another name." She lets the thought settle in the air, then she tells him in a loving voice "The Addams Family Curse"
"Oh." Gomez nods. "The one that’s affected us for years, cara mia?"
"The same dear. The same."
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