Nearly seventeen year old Wednesday walked through the cemetary on that cold late November night. A light snow was falling in the city of Mockrage, Massachusetts. It was the first snow of the winter, and Wednesday liked it. She found it very calming and beautiful, but also dark. Winter's beauty masked it's danger. The icy roads, the deaths, the suicides... also a part of the beautiful winter.
Wednesday looked a bit different than she had when she was a seventh grader and Pubert was just born. Her hair was still the same shade of black, although some would say it was an extremely dark brown. Only, it was now down to her upper back, a little bit shorter than Morticia's. It was very straight, with little wave to it. Her dresses were still black with white cuffs, and sometimes a colar, but their styles changed as well as their sleeve lengths. She wore black or red lipstick now, and black eyeshadow. Her nails were painted black, as well. She also wore either her combat boots, sometimes heeled, or her black leather high heels, which made her nearly 5'7. Today, she wore those heels.
She was always the only one at the cemetary on Tuesday nights... nobody else around, just herself, peace and quiet amongst the dead. She was at the city cemetary, needing to get away from her usual -although delightfully macbre- surroundings.
She walked silently in the old cemetary, taking comfort in looking at each headstone. Then, out of the corner of her eye... she saw a figure.
The figure was that of a person, a girl, to be exact. She was perfectly illuminated by the moon. It was as if the moon had picked her of all people, and decided to shine upon her like a spotlight. It was as if the moon, was submitting, was bowing down to this girl.
Wednesday found herself instantly intrigued at this strange girl, and she was a tad confused as to why. She went with it, though and continued to stare.
She could not get a clear veiw in the black night, and it didn't help that the figure was turned around, not facing the curious Wednesday. But from what she could see, the girl was taller than her by a good three inches. She was wearing a black velvet cloak with a blood red inside. That was all Wednesday could see.
For some strange reason, though... she wanted to see more. Wednesday wanted to explore what she had discovered, and she was about to... but something held her back. She wasn't sure what it was. Could it be nervousness? She had wondered. Wednesday Friday Addams, nervous over a moonlit figure in the night. Well, nervous over a beautiful moonlit figure in the night... an intiguing one, at the very least.
She decided she would come back tomorrow, when it was lighter out. She had a feeling this girl would be there, or at least... she hoped.