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Chapter 1
To be an Addams is to be a creature of extremes. I have learned this by rote, in my admittedly short life. My parents' infatuation with each other, damnable as it is, is perhaps typical of the love an Addams feels. My own indifference to the world, or possibly what I perceived as indifference, was taken as malice and hatred by the world itself.
It was not until I was nearly an adult that I realized this, and how I despise being the last to know something. It was my heart, my blood, my marrow, and very being that had caused such a nature in me. Extremes, indeed. What I perceived as distaste is what others feel as hatred, and in my refusal to let in anything or anyone, it was that hatred that I surrounded myself with.
Such a fool I was, not to listen to my Father. While I am loath to admit to any of my own failings, in the privacy of my own writings, I am able to admit my foolishness. I took his words of passion, hatred, friendship, and violence to be mere hyperbole, no matter how much he tried to tell me otherwise.
He spoke so much about my mother, about how his heart beat for her. I considered it a singular madness, even somewhat jealous that he had lost his mind so completely. I had not considered that it was the madness of our family, the curse that so many of our texts spoke of.
I had dreamed what that curse could be for so many hours as a child, nightmares of boils and plagues, of specters and ghouls. I ignored every attempt of my family to explain the curse, to tell me of its nature. I was, perhaps still am, stubborn to a fault, and I wanted to discover it on my own.
How foolish of me, then, not to have noticed what was happening in my own soul.
Finishing out my final year of schooling at Nevermore was both a blessing and a curse, much like the aforementioned Addams bloodline. Surrounded by other Outcasts, I was drawn into a mystery full of murder, violence, and, for the first time in my life, other people that I didn't detest.
While the events with Tyler Galpin and the Pilgrim Crackstone left an indelible mark on my psyche (and on my flesh, courtesy of new scar tissues. Puglsey is most jealous), almost as much as my ancestor, Goody Addams, it was the associations I made during the year that I suspect have had the most impact on me.
Now, with Nevermore having assisted in helping those of us who graduated within that tumultuous year in finding university places, I find myself hoping, perhaps for the first time and perhaps in vain, that my existence will not be a solitary one.
I have been in contact with people over our break, thanks to a gift in the form of a telephone from one of those associates, and I know that I am not the only one of the Nevermore Alumni that are now attending Aldrick University. Not the least of which is the person with whom I know I am once again sharing my space.
Enid Sinclair, the person who has confounded me to such an immense degree, even with my skill, I am unable to put it into words. She was the first one to make me understand the true nature of the Addams curse, to see my family's predilection for extremes in a new light. To really understand what it means to be an Addams.
To my endless embarrassment, confessed only within the confines of these pages, I am grateful to her. I treated her cruelly, as I was wont to do with all around me, and yet still she risked much to save me, and has become, I am afraid, quite dear to me.
That is how I learned of the truth of the bloodline, I suppose.
Enid Sinclair.
La Luna. Mi Sol.
Spirits. I was so afraid of becoming my mother; I have since become my father. How proud Uncle Fester would be of the madness that has infected me.
How proud the entire family would be if I were to tell them I finally understand the Black Blood of the Addams Family.
Of course, I haven't told them, not yet. I still have more to discover about myself, about my heart and soul, and mind.
I will try to put my mind into these pages, try to tease the madness apart, but I fear I will be unsuccessful, as every Addams before me has been. I am already too far gone.
To quote the man who I am starting to realize may know far more than his buffoonish persona lets on, 'either way, what bliss."
Wednesday signed the bottom of the page and let her leather-bound journal fall closed against her lap. Her parents had been quiet for the two-hour journey to her new residence and place of education, and only now was she realizing it was suspicious. Looking up, she nearly flinched at the caring, proud expressions on their faces.
"What?" she asked, perhaps slightly more sharply than she intended. While she may have started to understand her nature as a creature of extremes, that didn't make emotions any more comfortable to feel.
"We are just proud of you, my little pickaxe," Gomez Addams crooned, a twitch of his fingers making sure his mustache was still perfectly in place. "When we took you to Nevermore, there was far more kicking and screaming—"
"I didn't scream, I just bit and stabbed," Wednesday interjected.
"This time, however, you only poisoned me once," he continued undeterred, even plucking the sharp blade she launched at his head directly out of thin air, "And your attempts at skewering me have been few and far between. That is to say, I am happy for you, mi tormenta."
Wednesday scowled and turned to look out the window. Was she so transparent that they could see how much she was looking forward to this? She had been so careful to maintain her usual amount of violence and misery.
"Pugsley is tied up in the belfry with a pipe bomb," Wednesday grumbled, almost petulantly. She knew it was a childish attempt to get the last word, but the words made their way past her lips anyway. "It isn't a particularly powerful charge, but it should be sufficient motivation for him."
"Oh, how wonderful," Morticia tittered, pressing her fingers to her matte black lips to catch the sound. "He could use some practice in the escape arts, and he does love explosives. What a thoughtful going-away gift, my little rain cloud."
Wednesday's scowl deepened, even as the family limousine (which was often confused for a hearse) began to turn into the university property. The sour expression fixed on her face was enough that the usual greeters and helpers steered clear, even as Lurch lumbered behind her with her suitcases, her parents chattering away behind them.
A soft weight on her shoulder appeared, and she turned and glared at Thing.
"What?" she said, voice cutting.
They'll be gone soon, Thing signed, patting Wednesday's shoulder. You know that they just worry about you.
Wednesday resisted the urge to throw Thing through the nearest open window, and instead just shook her head at him.
Of course, she understood, her father especially. Her blood screamed at her to celebrate her love for her family, and she knew his must be doing the same. He gave in to it, reveled in it. Wednesday wasn't prepared to admit it outwardly, not yet.
Still, perhaps she could stop being so—
"Scorpion, darling, I think this is your room here," Morticia pointed, a wide smile on her face.
Perhaps not.
Wednesday walked into the room and was pleased to see she wasn't the first to arrive. While the room was currently empty, one half of it had been covered in all sorts of color, from pastel drapes hung around the bed to an entire mountain of bright stuffed toys shoved up against one of the walls.
The room was missing the fantastic circular window and balcony from their room in Nevermore, but it was a fair size larger, and their beds were wider. Wednesday supposed she could make do, though she would need to find somewhere to practice her cello.
Lurch followed her in, dropping the mix of suitcases and large chests he had been carrying with ease.
"Thank you, Lurch," Wednesday nodded towards the loyal butler and attendant. "Splendid show of strength, as always."
Lurch groaned and gave a little bow before stepping aside so her parents could enter.
"It's just as… bright as ever," Morticia grimaced slightly at Enid's side of the room, but quickly fixed her smile. "Well, my little Raven, we can help you unpack and then—"
"I can handle unpacking, mother," Wednesday said, glaring at the taller woman. "I appreciate the transportation. You may leave."
"Ah, mi tormenta, surely you can bear one more meal with your family, no?" her father asked, gazing around the room fondly. "We will miss you as you are here; we want to say farewell properly."
Wednesday winced at the affection on his face and let her shoulders slump.
"I would, Father, honestly," she admitted in a rare moment of transparency. "However, I have already made plans with Enid. I expect she will be back soon and wish to converse. The manor isn't too far, two hours in a car is barely even enough to be considered torture. Perhaps I will come to visit at some point?"
"Ah, you know how to sway me, my little hatchet," Gomez sighed, grinning at Wednesday. "Very well, friendships must come first. Perhaps, when you visit, La Loba can visit with you?"
Wednesday forced the blush and joy that threatened to emerge on her face back down into her body, keeping the usual scowl in place.
"I can always ask, Father," Wednesday nodded, before pivoting to look at her mother, who had stayed suspiciously silent. "Goodbye, Mother."
Morticia leaned forward, kissing the air to either side of Wednesday's cheeks. "Do you still have the crystal ball? Your runes and potion ingredients? Your knives?"
"I double checked before we left, I have everything I need," Wednesday said stiffly, nodding at her mother. "Thank you."
Her Father gave her a quick side-hug that she managed not to flinch away from on instinct, and then they were heading out the door.
"Oh, Wednesday, I just wanted to say," Morticia pushed her head back through the door with a look in her eyes that Wednesday recognized as one of mischief, usually only something her mother felt like enjoying when she knew something others didn't. "Have the most terrible time, my little viper. I think there may be some surprises in store for that unbeating heart of yours."
She was gone before Wednesday could even think of a response, and she instead turned to set her typewriter up on the desk, slowly unpacking her things until her trunks were much lighter and her wardrobe was full.
It was when Wednesday was putting the finishing touches on her altar that the door creaked open once more.
"Is it safe?" a voice said from near the door. "I didn't want to get stabbed, and I know how you get when you see Morticia."
Wednesday turned to find Enid leaning against the doorway in a fluffy pink sweater, ripped and distressed jeans, and pastel blue Converse. She had gotten taller over the summer, and Wednesday felt her mouth go dry at the sight of her.
"Howdy, roomie," Enid said with a soft smile and a little wave. "How was moving in?"
Wednesday felt a thousand words burn on her tongue. Querida. Mia Sol. Cara Mia. Ma Chérie. Cucciolo. She swallowed them all and gave a quick nod.
"Enid," she said in greeting. "It was fine. My parents were insufferably in love, as always. They kept their hands off each other, at least, so I am not too nauseous to eat. Did you still want to get dinner?"
"Oh, thank god," Enid groaned, slumping a little. "I'm starving! I was worried I would have to wait until later if you wanted to start writing straight away."
"You wouldn't have needed to wait," Wednesday said, head tilting to one side. "You could have eaten on your own."
"And leave my bestie behind?" Enid scoffed, skipping forward to stand in front of Wednesday. The urge to reach out and hug the colorful werewolf was intense, but Wednesday choked it down. She didn't know how Enid felt, and wouldn't presume to take advantage of her friend's love of physical contact. "We both know I couldn't do that. I said it before, we work, and now, you're stuck with me. Come on, let's see what the food is like in this place!"
The walk down to the quad was uneventful, but at least the space actually deserved to be called as such, considering it had four sides.
"So, what classes did you end up picking? I'm still bouncing around most of the general studies ones, but I think I can test out to get some of the higher-end art classes early," Enid said, walking close enough to Wednesday that their hands touch on occasion. Wednesday didn't move away. "First-year classes are pretty light, so I was thinking I could join some clubs or societies, if you need me away from the room or anything?"
"What? Why would I need you out of the room?" Wednesday asked sharply, forgetting to even answer Enid's first question. The idea of Wednesday needing time apart from Enid was so strange, so abhorrent, she had to address it immediately, even as her fingers twitched at her obvious weakness. Her mouth betrayed her, words rushing from her lips before she could vet them, before she could lock her unruly heart in place. "You are always welcome in my space, Enid. After everything we have been through, I thought you would know that by now."
Wednesday missed the blush on Enid's cheeks as she looked at her boots, berating herself for speaking so freely.
"I just thought you might want some time for writing or cello practice, you know?" Enid shrugged, tugging on Wednesday's sleeve to get them moving again. "I don't want you to think I'm hanging around the whole time and get sick of me, you know? Had enough of that at home."
The last words were mumbled, clearly not for Wednesday's ears, but they made her heart twist in pain. Enid was kind and loving, and the fact that she didn't have a family that cared for her like she deserved would always be a knife in Wednesday's chest.
Unless, of course, she found a way to fix it.
A way besides murder, anyway. Enid had already made her thoughts on Wednesday slitting Esther's throat in the night extremely clear.
"I enjoy playing for you, and my writing time won't be disturbed by your presence," Wednesday said, mind focused on her next sentence and missing entirely how Enid gaped at the admission. "My parents were wondering if you would like to visit sometime soon."
Enid's neck nearly cracked with the double take she did from the information Wednesday had just casually thrown her way. "Wait, what? Visit? As in your house? Meet the entire Addams family?"
"Exactly," Wednesday nodded, and had to fight against her facial muscles not to allow her lips to curl into a smile. "My parents still want to thank you for saving my life, and they want to meet the only person who has survived sharing a room with me. Not to mention, Pugsley would love to meet you. He follows your blog."
"Wednesday, hold up, rewind for me," Enid sputtered out, eyes wide. "You want me to come to the house you grew up in and meet your family? And your brother knows about me? Your parents want to thank me? What the hell is happening?"
"Are you well, Enid?" Wednesday asked, folding her arms in front of her chest. "You summarized the situation wonderfully, but posed it all as questions. What exactly are you unsure of?"
"Eurgh, whatever," Enid groaned, shoulders slumping. "Fine, we can go back to your place for dinner or something sometime—"
"Wonderful, I will let my father know later," Wednesday replied, letting a ghost of a smile touch her lips. "They will be delighted, and it will be awful. I would apologize for their behavior in advance, but somehow I expect you will enjoy it. Keep your weekend free."
"This weekend? Wednesday, we just got here," Enid sighed in exasperation, but Wednesday could see the smile tugging at the corner of her lip, and knew Enid wasn't really annoyed with her. "Fine, we can head off campus for the first weekend. Not like you were going to want to go to any parties anyway."
"True enough," Wednesday acquiesced, nodding at the werewolf girl. "Now, regarding dinner—"
"Yo! Furball!" came a laughing voice, and Enid turned and lunged to crash against a dark form in mid-air.
Wednesday had a hand on one of her knives before she recognized that there wasn't a threat. How did her father survive if this was how it felt to be an Addams when enamored? To fight for them, kill for them, smother them in affection?
"How's it going, pup?" the vampire who had rushed Enid said, smiling easily. "Moving in go well? Oh, hey Wednesday. How's tricks?"
Yoko Tanaka hadn't changed at all since Wednesday had last seen her, and perhaps that was to be expected considering she was undead. Her black hair hung long and straight, and she was dressed in her usual mix of black and red.
"Yoko! Ohemgee, it's so good to see you! Moving in went fine, Mom and Dad kinda just left me to it," Enid gushed, grinning at her friend. "I'm good, glad to be here though. I was stressing about it all last week."
"Good afternoon, Tanaka," Wednesday said with a nod. "Glad to see you didn't succumb to death or disease over our resting period."
Yoko snorted and shook her head at Wednesday, shooting her a grin.
"You too, Addams," the vampire said wryly. "Wait, Enid, they made you move all your shit in on your own? You should have texted me! Divina and I have been on campus for the last few days; we could've helped."
"I mean, I figure you were busy," Enid shrugged, digging her toe into the stone pathway beneath her. "I didn't want to be a bother. Plus, it's fine, I got it all sorted eventually."
Wednesday was speaking before she could even register her mouth had opened, and it was all she could do not to sweep Enid into an embrace.
"Enid, you would do well to remember you have friends who wish to support you," Wednesday said, nodding her head in the direction of Yoko. "It is not a burden to help those you care for. Instead, it is more of a burden if they worry you won't ask for their help. Understood?"
Enid scowled a little, but nodded in Wednesday's direction even as Yoko gaped at her. "Alright, I get it. Sorry, I guess summer was a bit… Anyway, we're going to eat, right? Yoko, you wanna come along? Wait, shit, is that okay, Wednesday?"
Wednesday bristled at the idea of losing some of her alone time with Enid, but she could see how much the girl had missed her friends. She let out a short breath and nodded at Enid.
"You may as well invite the Siren as well," Wednesday said, eye twitching slightly. "You know they are inseparable."
"Aw, Addams, I didn't think you cared," Yoko laughed.
"Don't make me slip garlic in your food, Tanaka," Wednesday said primly as she turned on a heel and walked towards the dining hall.
"She wouldn't do that, right?" Yoko's worried voice trailed behind her. "You wouldn't, right, Addams?!"
As Enid and Yoko hurried to catch up to her, and Yoko called Divina, Wednesday allowed herself a small smile. It was good to see her wolf enjoying friendships.
"Well, this won't do at all," Wednesday said, looking at the dining hall in front of them. The tables were crowded, students from all walks of life shoved end to end, trying desperately to finish their meals and get out of the press of bodies. That wasn't what had drawn Wednesday's ire, however. No, that dubious honor went to the large back-lit board above the serving stations, proclaiming today's options were veggie burgers or garlic and chicken noodles.
She turned to look at the stricken face of Enid and her vampire friend just as the final member of their group wandered up close to them.
Divina was dressed in a cropped blue jacket and black skinny jeans, and she looked about as impressed with the menu options as Wednesday felt.
"Hey, babe," Divina murmured as she moved up beside Yoko and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Good to see you again, Enid, Wednesday."
"Divina!" Enid laughed, reaching out to pull the siren into a tight hug. "How've you been, girl?"
"Hey, baby," Yoko said with a smile so sickly sweet that Wednesday contemplated immediate violence. Wednesday instead just responded to the siren's greeting with a nod.
"Eurgh, summer sucked," Divina groaned, extricating herself from the overly excited werewolf embrace. "Being with my parents sucks at the best of times, but a long summer? After all that went down? They were insufferable. I wanted to tear my hair out more than once. Thankfully, Nevermore got us set up here early on, so they at least weren't screaming at me about my future. Didn't help that this one decided to be half a world away."
"Like it was a choice," Yoko groaned, glaring playfully over the top of her sunglasses. "My father was just as insufferable. He barely let me come here after the fiasco with Crackstone. I had to spend the summer practicing with the clan so he would agree to it."
"Oh?" Wednesday asked, suddenly intrigued. "I have limited experience in vampiric martial arts. Would you care to spar, Tanaka?"
Yoko turned her gaze to Wednesday and gave her a slightly lopsided grin. "Sure, once I'm convinced you won't accidentally stake me."
Wednesday bristled at that, but she was shocked at herself. She had been offended by even the implication that she would harm one of Enid's friends.
"100% on the parental suckage," Enid said, nodding at Divina. "Don't even want to talk about it yet, but trust that I get you, Div."
"Back to the matter at hand," Wednesday interrupted, feeling her skin itch slightly as all of their eyes turned to her. "Clearly, this cafeteria isn't designed with Outcasts in mind. I wouldn't trust them not to cross-contaminate, and the meal plan is clearly nonexistent. Enid needs red meat, and we shouldn't eat around this much garlic. Do you have bagged blood, Tanaka?"
"Um, sure, I do," Yoko answered, surprised to have been addressed. "I have a decent stock and apparently the medical school is on stand-by for Fang-related usage, so I'm good on that front. I just need actual food I'm not allergic to."
"I don't need red meat, Wednesday," Enid grumbled, blushing slightly. "It's no big deal."
"You are a growing werewolf, Enid," Wednesday said primly, narrowing her eyes at her roommate. "You must give the wolf what it needs, and that certainly isn't a veggie burger."
Wednesday managed to say the last few words with the kind of disgust and derision usually saved for finding something unpleasant stuck to the bottom of a shoe, but only after one has already tracked it the entire way through the house.
"I'm with Wednesday," Divina said, shrugging at Enid's shocked face. "Seriously, I don't want you eating in here, Yoko, not today. It's not safe."
"Perfect," Wednesday nodded like everything had been decided and turned on her heel, marching towards the door they had just entered through. "Follow me."
"Wednesday?" Enid called as she scrambled to catch up, falling into step beside her. Wednesday had to lengthen her stride slightly to match Enid, but she did it without thought. A little burn in her thighs was worth her wolf not being inconvenienced. "Where are we going?"
"Wasn't that obvious?" Wednesday asked, keeping up the pace as she walked straight through the quad and towards an external door. "I'm taking you for dinner."
"Oh, um, okay," Enid squeaked, and Wednesday could feel her blood urging her onward, demanding more, but she quashed it. It wasn't time. "What about Yoko and Divina?"
"I agreed we could eat with your friend's, Enid," Wednesday said with a slight sigh. "They can come too."
"Damn, thanks, Addams," Yoko chuckled from behind them. Wednesday turned to see Yoko had thrown an arm around Divina's shoulders, their fingers tangled together. She wondered, for longer than a moment, if Enid would ever let her touch her like that.
"Don't mention it," Wednesday said stiffly as they exited the campus and started walking down a nearby street. "Ever."
"Oh, hi, Thing!" Enid exclaimed as the severed hand crawled out of a nearby bush and up onto Wednesday's shoulder. "Good summer? Of course, I can do your nails later; we can catch up then."
"Thing, have you found somewhere suitable?" Wednesday asked, getting a thumbs up in response as the hand pointed down a nearby street. "Very well, this way then."
"You know what, Wednesday?" Divina said, raising an eyebrow at the disembodied hand. "You are incredibly weird."
"Compliments will get you nowhere," Wednesday grumbled, though the smile on Enid's face made the itching on her skin bearable.
Enid caught up with all of Divina's and Yoko's gossip as they walked, asking about their breaks and families, and even their relationship. Wednesday noticed that Enid was sharing less about herself than usual, but she just filed it away as information to ask her later.
"Adequate choice, Thing," Wednesday said as she saw the restaurant he had guided them to. It looked to be a steakhouse, though the chalkboard out front proclaimed they also served fresh fish. "This should cover all bases, I believe."
"Wednesday, this place looks kinda expensive," Enid murmured, moving in closer to Wednesday, their arms pressed against each other for a moment. "You don't need to—"
"Of course I don't need to," Wednesday said, turning and looking Enid directly in the eyes. "I want to. Now, come. We can get something proper to eat."
They were seated by a host whose expression barely changed as they took in the strange collection of outfits, the sunglasses indoors, and Divina's siren eyes, and left them with menus.
"I wish we were in Europe," Divina grumbled as she looked over at the bar. "Wine and good food make each other even better."
"It's one of our country's more archaic laws," Wednesday agreed, but then shrugged. "I am sure we can acquire some if need must."
"Wednesday, please don't get in trouble less than twenty-four hours after arriving," Enid groaned, letting her menu fall closed. She had chosen the seat beside Wednesday, as Yoko and Divina were already slightly cuddled into each other, but she had maintained a polite distance. Wednesday hated it. "Also, are you sure we can afford this?"
"I can afford this, and that is all that matters," Wednesday said, sliding her menu to the middle of the table.
"Wait, what does that even—" Enid tried to say, but was interrupted by the waiter coming up to them to take their orders.
A few moments later, the table was quiet again, but Enid was glaring quietly at Wednesday.
"Let it go, pup," Yoko laughed, fangs glinting in the restaurant's lighting. "Addams is the only person I know who is more stubborn than you."
Enid's glare didn't diminish until the food came out and a large steak was deposited in front of her. Wednesday had ordered a different cut of steak, filet mignon specifically, also cooked to Enid's preference, just in case she wanted some variety. Yoko and Divina had both ordered fish, and the smell of the meals was almost overwhelming.
Time seemed to stop for a second, like everyone was waiting for some sort of signal.
"What are you waiting for?" Wednesday asked, picking up her cutlery. "Dig in."
Dinner passed with quiet conversation, which Wednesday didn't participate in. Instead, she watched Enid eat, even cutting off some of her own steak and sliding it onto Enid's plate.
"Wednesday, it's fine," Enid tried to complain, blush rising in her cheeks again. Wednesday adored Enid's face in all its forms, but the fact that he could make her blush like this had quickly made her rosy cheeks one of Wednesday's favorite sights. "I don't need more—"
"I won't be able to eat my whole plate," Wednesday explained truthfully. She neglected to mention she had known that when ordering it, however. "Enid, I insist."
Wednesday missed the amused glances that passed between Yoko and Divina, far too focused on the look of bliss on Enid's face as she finished off their steaks. Wednesday excused herself to use the restroom and pay the bill, sitting back at the table with a small nod of her head.
"Well, shall we then?"
"What? Wednesday, we can't dine and dash a place like this," Enid nearly choked on a sip of soda. "I already said, don't get in trouble."
Wednesday just raised an eyebrow in Enid's direction, before turning to Yoko and Divina. "The bill is paid. Do either of you need anything else?"
Enid started to sputter again, and Divina took that chance to grab her arm and pull her from her seat.
"I need to use the ladies," Divina said, rolling her eyes at Wednesday's antics. "Enid, come on, you can implode in there."
Wednesday fought off a smile as she heard Enid complaining good-naturedly at Divina.
"Enjoying pulling the pup's tail today, huh?" Yoko asked in the ensuing quiet. "I'm glad, honestly. I was half ready to rip your throat out last year, but it seems you patched everything up."
Wednesday felt her heart twinge at the reminder of her actions, but just nodded at Yoko's words. She took that as permission to keep speaking, to Wednesday's surprise.
"You pay attention to her, Addams. Anyone could see that. I don't know what's up, but clearly summer didn't go well for her. She didn't respond to many of my texts, which isn't like her." Yoko chewed on her bottom lip slightly, fangs nearly breaking the skin. "Can you make sure she's okay? She talks to you more than me these days, and honestly, I'm glad. That girl needs more people in her corner."
Wednesday stared at Yoko with a strange feeling in her gut. Part of her wanted to sneer, to keep up her usual persona, to threaten the vampire in some manner. Yet she also knew the trust that was shown by asking her to check in on someone she cared about. Wednesday was many things, but she was quickly learning she didn't always need to be cruel. Not to those on the inside anyway.
"Of course, Tanaka," Wednesday said, and she felt her lips betray her with a slight twitch of a smile once more. "I want to make sure she's okay, too. My actions last year, while I may have felt they were justified at the time, were regrettable. I expect her shrike of a mother has something to do with her poor mood, and I will be sure to get to the bottom of it."
"Just don't go all inquisition on her, okay?" Yoko chuckled darkly. "She needs a friend, not an interrogator."
"Obviously."
If only the vampire knew. Wednesday was as vicious an Addams as had been seen in centuries; she had fought a Hyde, stopped a conspiracy, and frequently contended with visions of death and destruction.
And yet, as she watched Enid walk back across the restaurant laughing with Divina, she had to admit that perhaps she was something else now, something besides the violent and driven girl she had been.
Looking at Enid smiling, Wednesday admitted to herself that she was also an Addams in love.