"I didn't anticipate that finding an acceptable accomplice would be this difficult."
The cold and monotone voice belonged to a pale skinned young woman with night-black hair in two long black braids. Her moonlight skin strangely matched the white collar of her dark dress, contorted by her deadpan expression. Her dark brown eyes seemed to be permanently narrowed, giving an impression of pure indifference or tranquil vengeance.
Wednesday Friday Addams sat upon a large booth in a restaurant, numerous people chatting away, their presence to Wednesday nonexistent. With her coming of age, she had long ago decided to move out of her home. Sure, she would miss her coffin and the monsters that existed in her family, but Wednesday thought it was time to move on. She had successfully acquired a place of residence, thanks to Grandmama Addams, and now she had to complete one thing.
To find her one true accomplice.
The Addams daughter had just gone through yet another failed attempt at searching for a lifelong accomplice. As she herself was extremely self-confident and assured of herself, Wednesday thought it was about time to go out and find someone. After all, she couldn't rely on her unwitting brother Pugsley to torture and order around forever.
Wednesday thought it should have been simple enough. She went about searching for online dating sites, searching for the perfect accomplice. From that point on, she had gone on several dates, each one ending in disappointment. The first date ended because the young man had assumed she was joking when she wrote that one of the activities she liked to partake in was to electrocute others.
'I mean really, what type of person would joke about that?' Wednesday muttered in her thoughts.
The other dates had ended, in part due to Wednesday's disinterest with some of the victims she had chosen. Some of the men could have been great accomplices, if not for the fact that they once again thought Wednesday was joking about that. Either some of the men would quickly come on to her, or they would immediately become shocked as soon as she made it clear that she was not 'kidding' them.
Needless to say, Wednesday found herself becoming annoyed with some of the trouble she was experiencing. At this point, she really didn't care anymore. And it wasn't as though she needed an accomplice. It was just that she preferred to have the option.
"A-are you okay?" A soft and gentle voice asked.
The voice wasn't powerful enough to stir Wednesday out of her thoughts. Nor was it weak for her to ignore. With a slow turn of her head, she glanced to the side. Wednesday felt her eyebrow twitching by the sight of the voice's owner.
Sitting at a nearby booth and looking timidly at Wednesday, was a young woman in a red plaid shirt with blue jeans. Her skin was a creamy-white color with light rosy cheeks. With the slight darkness of the restaurant, the girl's dark-black hair was set in straight waves.
As Wednesday narrowed her eyes, she set her lips into a flat line. She detected the faint scent of sweet peppermint from the girl. Looking up to the girl's face, the Addams girl raised an eyebrow as she spotted possibly the most innocent and timorous looking eyes she had ever seen. The girl's eyes were colored bright gray, which also happened to be the same color of the bow clasped on the side of her black hair.
The girl almost looked like the perfect representation of pure innocence, and it made Wednesday want to literally purge in disgust. The smell of peppermint combined with the girl's gentle but frightened gaze wasn't exactly helping either.
Fixing the girl a half-hearted glare, Wednesday folded her hands on the booth table.
"Didn't your parents warn you not to talk to strangers?" She quipped.
She felt a brief sense of satisfaction as the girl recoiled slightly, almost regretting her decision to speak to Wednesday at all. Feeling the surges of annoyance rising up, Wednesday turned her attention to the front of her table. She was about to reach for her cup of hot water before the gentle voice of the girl made itself known once more.
"I-I'm sorry." She apologized, "I-it's just... y-you looked so sad."
Wednesday turned to the girl and gave her a full-on glare, prompting the girl to shake slightly in fear.
"I-I'm sorry!" The girl almost squeaked as she turned away, her voice tiny.
At the sound of the girl's voice, Wednesday found herself despising the girl for her timidity. Annoyance grew fiercely within her, due to the sight of the girl recoiling to herself in fear.
What was wrong with this girl? Where did she have the guts to talk to her; as though she had known Wednesday all her life? The Addams woman considered leaving the restaurant, her tolerance of the girl's presence dwindling ever so slightly.
The girl slowly moved her head to look at the dark-haired woman, finding herself frightened but also…curious.
'S-she's so…pretty. But she's also...' The girl trailed off in her thoughts.
"Are you going to continue staring at me, or am I going to have to gouge your eyes out?"
The voice, filled with borderline malevolence and unmistakable malice, brought the girl out of her thoughts. She looked up to see Wednesday giving her an even darker glare, and she immediately turned her head to the side and started to apologize.
"S-sorry! I-I'm sor-"
"Stop stuttering." Wednesday chided blankly, "Your voice is making my ears bleed."
"I-I..."
"And stop apologizing. If you have something to feel sorry for, then apologize for currently being a nuisance to me."
Wednesday's words were rough and harsh, so much that tears started to form from the girl's eyes. Her soft and innocent looking gray eyes seemed to shine the longer the tears fell. The faint cries uttered by the girl caused Wednesday's stomach to twist in disgust and...something unfamiliar. This girl was so weak and spineless that it unnerved her so.
But...as she looked more at the girl, Wednesday found herself becoming indifferent to the girl's soft cries. But at the same time, she wanted them to stop. The sight of the girl brought a sense of discomfort to Wednesday, if not discomfort then vexation.
Rolling her eyes, Wednesday retrieved the napkin from her lap and unfolded it. With a side glance to the girl, she quietly got up and walked over to her, her footsteps extremely silent.
The girl, not used to Wednesday's stealth walk, continued to cry softly.
"Here."
"?!" The girl's head snapped up to see the dark-haired woman holding up a napkin.
Wednesday gave her a deadpan look, waiting for the girl to regain her train of thought. With a sniffle, the girl gently grabbed the napkin away from the Addams woman. She rubbed her eyes, clearing away the tears. Wednesday gazed upon the girl with indifference, her annoyance disappearing ever so slowly. She kept quiet, her silence allowing her to practically hear the girl's heart beating.
As she made sure to wipe every last tear from her eyes, the girl sniffled again.
"T-thank y-"
The girl was cut off as Wednesday suddenly reached out and grabbed hold of her red plaid shirt, abruptly causing their faces to almost touch. The girl's breath hitched in her throat, the fright and anxiety evident in her soft gray eyes. She felt as though her body was entirely paralyzed, unable to move out of Wednesday's grasp, or even try to push her back.
Maintaining her silence, Wednesday reached out with her other hand and softly touched the girl's cheek. As soon as her hand came in contact with the girl's face, she dug her nails in, causing the girl to gasp and whimper in pain.
Wednesday stopped and furrowed her brow, a little surprised by the girl's frailness. Not losing her grip on the girl's plaid shirt, Wednesday moved her hand back, noticing the blood drops from the girl's cheek.
"What's your name?" Wednesday demanded emotionlessly, her gaze on the droplets of blood pouring from the girl's face.
The girl was so weak, and yet Wednesday found herself interested in her. For the life of her, she couldn't fathom why. Her dainty facial features, her wide-gray eyes, her black hair with that childish gray bow on the side, and the scent of peppermint…so disgustingly sweet.
And so damn fragile.
In either case the girl's faint whimpers continued, intriguing Wednesday even more. As she maintained her grip on the girl's plaid shirt, Wednesday cupped the girl's left cheek with her left hand. The object of Wednesday's interest shivered at her touch, her sensitive skin recoiling to the extreme cold. The Addams' presence alone was suffocating to the girl, and Wednesday knew that.
Wednesday genuinely didn't know why this frail girl interested her so. On an 'abnormal' basis, she more or less ignored the weak, not even sparing anyone who she deemed so with a bat of her eyelash. Especially one who bled so easily as much as this girl. There was something about her that made Wednesday feel…
'What did those normals call it? Something to do with the Lepidoptera insect.'
Ah. Now she remembered. It was the feeling of butterflies in her stomach. Preferably, she would rather rip the wings off of a butterfly before having one in her stomach. But, to each their own, as Wednesday disliked the feeling anyway. Her thoughts suddenly trailed back to that boy she had befriended at Camp Chippewa.
Joel Glicker.
She recalled the feeling of butterflies while she spent time with Joel. But right now, the sensation was stronger, perhaps even stronger than her interaction with Joel. The feeling continued to grow as she gazed at the girl in her grasp. The girl was definitely intimidated by her; Wednesday could practically see it in her wide eyes. But she wasn't screaming, which put off the Addams woman a little. Usually her victims would scream the moment they believed they were in danger, which in most situations that involved Wednesday Addams, tended to have the victim in danger regardless.
"I-it hurts."
Wednesday brought her attention to the girl, with the latter's face paling a bit rapidly. Her skin color was whitening to a shade similar to Wednesday's; much to the latter's bemusement. Wednesday gazed into the girl's gray eyes, becoming aware of what she just said.
Her dark eyes traveled over to the blood spots on the girl's cheek, watching as a drop of the liquid fell onto her hand. Raising one of her eyebrows, Wednesday lifted her finger up to her face. The smell of the girl's blood began to overwhelm her senses, only for her to push them back down. With a thoughtful look, she leaned forward to taste the blood, popping her lips.
'…It's sweet. Slightly bitter, but mostly sweet.'
She half expected the girl's blood to taste like peppermint, what with the scent that pooled around her frame. As Wednesday contemplated her thoughts, the girl's eyes fluttered until they started to close. Wednesday's eyes trailed over to her, and she turned to the girl, the latter slowly beginning to lose consciousness.
Putting her hand back on the girl's cheek, Wednesday repeated the last thing she had said to her.
"What is your name?"
By the time Wednesday finished her sentence, the girl had already fallen asleep. Furrowing her brows, Wednesday released an annoyed sigh. This girl really was fragile. She had no idea where this girl lived, or who she was affiliated with.
Wednesday narrowed her eyes. Why was she worrying about a complete stranger? The girl wasn't her responsibility, nor was she her protector. For just a brief moment she considered leaving the girl at the restaurant, as someone else would eventually find her and decide what to do with her.
The walk to her house was awkward to say the least, the only silver lining being Wednesday congratulating herself for keeping her usual straight face. Like hell she was going to acknowledge the numerous strangers's staring at her curiously. And who wouldn't? After all, she was carrying the unconscious girl in a bridal style fashion. As Wednesday quickly discovered, not only was the girl feeble, she was also very light.
Wednesday scowled as she laid the girl on her black couch, silently cursing herself for feeling unreasonably worried for the girl's safety. At this point her annoyance towards her 'guest' had fully returned. As her eyes looked over the girl, her scowl dissolved into a seemingly soft look.
The gray bow laid upon the girl's head was now placed awkwardly, and it had caught Wednesday's attention. Tilting her head, she walked over to the sleeping girl, and slowly removed the bow from her head. Looking at it closely, Wednesday lowered her eyes and placed it on the table in front of the couch.
Sending her field of vision back to the girl, she sat onto the couch quietly. The Addams woman then frowned at the thought of her previous decision to abandon the girl. Leaving the girl all to herself at a restaurant with random people was like presenting an innocent lamb to a pack of famine carnivores. And given how easily weak and timorous the girl was…
"The lamb is lucky enough to have a quick death compared to her." Wednesday stated solemnly.
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