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A big, old, rickety house sat on top of a hill with a gate surrounding it. To any outsiders, the home would appear very spooky and creepy with the dark lurking presence and the way fog actively surrounded the home. But to the owners that lived there through many generations, it was home. The graveyard in the property contained many bodies of the long bloodline that had all grown up in the very home that stood atop the hill that most in the local town avoided as much as possible.

Inside the home, an alarm clock that was shaped like the house rang through the creaky home alerting the ones inside that it was time to wake up for the day. A hand crawled out from behind the clock and stretched before hopping down to the floor. This hand was a family mystery, no arms, no body, no legs, and no head yet, the hand was still sentient and a valuable member of the kooky family that lived within the home. He crawled his way down the hallway before skidding to a halt at the sight of a man in the doorway.

Gomez Addams was the patriarch of the Addams family, a passionate man with quite the record hidden behind closed doors. Gomez was viewed to be quite the crafty schemer but most knew him for his more jolly attitude. He can usually be seen adorned in a tight double-breasted striped suit that was clean and ironed to perfection or covered in a rather formal dressing gown -- as he was right at this moment. Gomez looked into a bedroom that looked like it had been abandoned for years, there was dust and cobwebs everywhere.

The hand tugged at the hem of his pyjama pants in an attempt to gain the man's attention. "Think of it, Thing. For twenty-five years, we've attempted to contact Fester in the Great Beyond, and for twenty-five years. . . Nothing. I'm beginning to think my brother truly is lost," Gomez expressed sadly, a frown upon his face. Thing tugged on his pant leg again and motioned for Gomez to follow behind him, the man sighed once again before turning his attention to Thing and relenting to the mystical hands wishes.

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"Don't be a baby. I know what I'm doing," A deep voice that belonged to a seventeen year old boy spoke as he held up a crossbow. He had shaggy black hair and dark eyes that were practically black, his skin was a pale tone and held no blemishes or flaws; almost as though he were a porcelain doll. He wore a completely black suit, rings adorned on his fingers and a chain hung around his neck. Wednesday Addams was the eldest child of Gomez Addams, the boy was a frightful presence to others with a deadpanned look and a monotone voice. His gaze flickered from the boy across from him to the photo that sat on wall, it was one of many that contained himself and his best friend, Cleopatra Hayden.

He aimed his crossbow at his little brother, Pugsley Addams. Pugsley was a plump fourteen year old boy who wore a striped shirt and some black shorts, buzz cut hair that held a lighter tone than that of his older brother and father. Pugsley was tied up with an apple in his mouth, Wednesday fired the crossbow and the arrow hit the apple perfectly. A sly smirk appeared on Wednesday face at the hit while Puglsey let out a small sigh, whether it was relief or sorrow, no one else would know. The eldest of the two put the crossbow down and turned to leave the room, ignoring his younger brother's complaints about still being tied down. "I knew how to escape ropes when I was six," Wednesday scolded his brother before disappearing around the corner.

Wednesday made his way into his own bedroom, the space was filled with shades of grey and black. His large bed rested in the middle of the room, the pillars of his bed were stable and decorated with dark vines, the only colour in the room. He approached his desk to grab his bag when his gaze landed on the photo frame resting on his desk, he grabbed the item and lifted it closer to his face. The black frame was decorated with skulls, poison vials and coffins but the photo was the only part that he cared for. Wednesday himself stood in the photograph with his arms wrapped around his best friend, he wore a suit and had his eyes downcast as they focused on the girl he held close. Her red velvet dress stirred a feeling low in Wednesday's stomach, he let out a breath to ignore it.

His best friend, Cleopatra Hayden had grown up with him and the two were pretty much inseparable. Cleopatra was the only one who got to see Wednesday's true self, the vulnerabilities and the emotions he often spent hiding from others. She was also the only person he was physically affectionate with, often craving her touch as if it were oxygen to fill his lungs. Over the years, Wednesday's friendship with Cleopatra had changed and by the age of twelve, Wednesday had already decided that no one else would have his heart as it belonged to Cleopatra Hayden. And now at seventeen, he knew that he'd do anything for her, she had him on his knees for her; worshipping the ground she walked on and she had no idea. But it would change this year, he would make her his; he would let her claim him as hers.

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Gomez was looking down at his sleeping wife, Morticia Addams. Skin as white as snow, long raven hair that flowed down her back and dark seductive eyes that managed to entrance those who stared for too long. "Look at her. I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss," Gomez expressed passionately as he admired his dark angel laying before him. Morticia's eyes fluttered open and she smiled at the sight of her loving husband looking down at her, watching her as she slept soundly.

"Unhappy, darling?" Gomez questioned her sweetly. "Oh, yes. Yes, completely," Morticia answered his question before hissing, "Gomez, Sun. Il me perce comme un poignard." A tingle burned pleasantly through Gomez hearing his wife's words, "Oh, Tish. That's French." The woman smirked subtly, "Oui." Gomez' eyes darkened lustfully as he whispered, "Cara mia." Grasping Morticia's hand in his own before kissing it, the feeling of her skin against his lips feeding his lustful desire.

He turned away and grabbed his sword before calling out, "En garde, monsieur soleil!" Gomez used his fencing sword to close the blinds before turning back to his wife with a fond smile on his face. "Gomez..." Mortica spoke gaining her beloveds attention completely. "Querida," Gomez replied attentively. "Last night you were unhinged. You were like some desperate howling demon. You frightened me," Morticia expressed with her plain expression, her eyes glistening as she pleaded, "Do it again."

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Wednesday walked down the stairs with his head high, he adjusted the blazer he wore as Pugsley rushed down beside him. A tall Frankenstein's Monster looking man stood holding out two paper bags that squirmed for the two boys. Wednesday approached and grabbed his before saying, "Thank you, Lurch." He didn't waste anymore time, making his way out of the home and down the pathway through the gates spotting the familiar presence of his best friend. She stood with her back to him, her focus completely on the book in her hands. Wednesday walked over and snaked his arms around her waist, she leaned back into his embrace as he moved his head into the crook of her neck, he inhaled her scent of coconut and vanilla causing his head to spin pleasantly.

Pugsley approached the two, he was smirking deviously which caused Wednesday to raise a brow, watching his brother closely. "Morning, Cleo!" Pugsley greeted with a smirk on his face, he steadied his grip before flinging the knife towards the girl. Cleopatra's hand lifted and instantly, a blue light formed around the knife and stopped it mid-air making the boy pout. Wednesday had always admired the witches skill, something that never failed to amaze him. "Nice try, Lee. Next time, don't let the sun reflect off the silver," Cleopatra warned with a smirk. Wednesday's cold heart stuttered at the sight of her smirk but his glare turned murderous towards his little brother, he would pay for attempting to harm his sunshine.

Cleopatra tilted her head to look into Wednesday's dark gaze, he became completely entranced by the blue of her eyes. The colour was bright but it had grown on him simply due to the fact that they were her eyes, a stormy blue that always swirled with emotions. And she is the only thing that mattered in the universe. "How did you sleep?" Cleopatra asked him, her soft tone was a melody to his senses. "Like the dead," He replied to her before reaching up to brush his fingers against the skin under her eyes, he noticed the bags. "How did you sleep?" He asked watching her blue eyes as she smiled sweetly at him. "As well as I can," Cleopatra answered with a soft laugh.

The bus pulled to a stop in front of them before he could push further, he clasped her hand in his own and pushed past his brother. They headed onto the bus and Wednesday lead them to their usual spot in the back, eyes watching them in judgement and fear as they passed by. Wednesday sat down by the window, he didn't hesitate to grab Cleopatra's waist and pull her down to sit against him. His possessive nature of the girl never went unnoticed, most boys kept away from her due to Wednesday physical presence and that's how he liked it. Pugsley and Cleopatra fell into an easy conversation while Wednesday listened to them, his arms holding Cleopatra close as he watched the environment pass by. He had a goal this year, win Cleopatra Hayden over.

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Rosemary Speaks. . .

I definitely stole my own writing for some of this chapter, ngl. . .

Some more insight into Wednesday's pov. Boy is in love with this girl. . .

Double update as the chapters are a little shorter than I would have liked <3

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