Important note: This series is going to be rather dark. It isn't going to be the usual goofy Addams. So it's M for a reason. Many reasons actually. If this thought makes you uneasy, please do not read. This idea came to me a while back when I was reading another fanfic about a year ago that was eventually (and unfortunately) deleted by the author. So I'm not completely sure where I'm going with this and I will upload more chapters as I go along. Please do not ask when a chapter will be uploaded next. It's going to take time and muse. Otherwise, enjoy this dark fanfic.
Wednesday suddenly awoke from her disturbing dream and breathed heavily. Lightning lit up her room and even further drove her into fear. Fear. The one emotion she hated, and to make it worse, she was afraid of something she would've never thought would disturb her. The only things that disturbed her was the original sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows, but this time, it was a dark dream that frightened her. For the first time her life, she was afraid of something dark and gruesome. She bit her lip, she vowed as a young girl that she'd never fear of the dark, evil, and morbid.
The dark is your ally, on your side! Stop this nonsense! There is nothing to be afraid of.
She finally convinced herself to reclaim her dignity and laid back down, enjoying the darkening storm. She crossed her arms in a funeral manor and closed her eyes. She was still breathing. Couldn't sleep. Typical. She grunted in annoyance and sat up again, her long raven black hair flowing back behind her. She had stopped putting it in braids years ago, for she was now seventeen and her body was maturing, making her look more and more like a much younger version of Morticia, her mother. She slipped out of her bed and slowly began walking to her room mirror. She was very curious about her maturing body and it's new shape. She slipped off the straps of her night gown and stared at her large breasts that were once flat and painless without the worry of bobbing and popping out of clothes. She couldn't help but to slowly touch and feel them. She noticed that when she did, a new yet strange feeling came over her. It felt a bit painful at first when she squeezed, but she began to enjoy it. After all she liked pain. A small smile began to form on her face as she squeezed her large soft nipple harder and played with it. Now her paranoid emotion evolved into a pleasurable one as she breathed softly and played with herself. She almost began to lightly moan until she heard a clanging noise of metal that nearly made her jump out of her skin. She quickly threw back on her straps and turned to where she heard the noise.
"Who's there?!" she demanded. She waited for a reply. But only silence except for the rain and thunder.
"You don't scare me!" she tried sounding intimidating, but was clearly distressed. She was sick of the cat mouse game with her fear and summoned her infamous nerve and began walking to her door and opened it. No one. Perhaps it was Lurch having another sleep walk night.
Yes, it must be Lurch. I guess mother and father forgot to chain him down again.. she couldn't help but to giggle. She walked down the dark hallway. She needed something small in her stomach to get to sleep again. She walked to the dim kitchen and took out a bottle of vodka, an egg, and a dark poison. She carefully broke the egg and put it's content in a crystal skull-like glass and then the vodka, following it with several drops of the poison. She used a glass stir and mixed the liquids until it was a grey color. She bit her lower lip, thinking about how she really wanted to sleep with no more interruptions. She poured in several more drops of the poison and stirred until it was close to a black color. She downed the drink and savored the taste, waiting for it to take affect in her. And soon it was. She now felt relaxed and soon was heading down the dark corridors once again back to her room.
She yawned, feeling her heartbeat slow until she noticed something that once again worried her. Lurch's room was closed. There was no way he could've gotten out. She walked further down to the corridor to inspect what the noise could've been. She approached her brother's room door. It was slightly cracked. She narrowed her eyes. Was he toying with her earlier? She peaked through the door. The skeletons hanging from the spikes on the ceiling were lightly rattling from the thunder. The oversized dark bed was undone, messed with, but empty. Where was her brother? She frowned. Why would she care? It was rather normal for him to be wandering around outside during storms, he was probably at the swamp playing with the crocodile. She sighed and walked back to her dark room. The drink she made must've been stronger than she anticipated. She suddenly felt dizzy. She tried laying on her bed but ended up falling on it. Her muscles were sore, it hurt just to move them. She would usually enjoy this kind of strange situation but that fear was coming back. Something wasn't right. She tried curling into the fetal position but she was too…weak. Soon everything was black.
Wednesday awoke feeling sore on her upper part of her body. It felt like someone had beaten her in her sleep. She felt bruised and violated. Her muscles were sore as if she had worked out for hours on end. She got up from her bed and her legs quivered. She again felt watched along with dirty as if she sweated all night. No matter how much she like wallowing, she hated being dirty. She sighed and walked weakly to her wardrobe. The house had many secrets and passages. She moved a sinister tombstone from the corner of the closet and a small walkway appeared. She slowly passed through it and eventually ended up in the garden. She was in a closed area and found the fountain she was looking for. She turned the head of a gargoyle statue and the fountain bubbled and steamed. She slipped off her gown and stepped in. It felt so good and comforting.. She tilted her head back and watched the sky. The clouds moved quickly. Remnants of last night's storm. Small drops of what was left in the silvery clouds fell upon the glass of the cover. Wednesday took a deep breath and began to think deep as she soaked in the fogged fountain. Ever since she hit puberty her mind had been filled with new strange emotions. When she was still a young minor, all that went through her mind was dark deeds with no worries and ever since she hit age thirteen, new thoughts constantly invaded her mind. And it was frustrating. Yes, being a kid was so much simpler. Perhaps things would be easier if she was an only child. Pugsley had also changed rather dramatically. No longer was he a plump boy with an innocent yet disturbing mind. He had actually lost quite a bit of weight and was now slim. His hair darkened like his fathers and he grew it out a bit. He had become darker and more violent and obsessed with dangerous things and finding victims to test on. Of course mother and father didn't care, they were more proud. Gomez began teaching his son how to duel with many different weapons. Wednesday on the other hand had no idea that her older brother would turn out this way. She thought he would become more like Uncle Fester. Yes another Uncle Fester. Wednesday turned her body so she was able to rest her arms on the edge of the fountain with her chin on her hands while she stayed in deep thought. Still thinking about how much Pugsley resembled Fester as a young child. To the point where..where it was as if Fester was Pugsley's sire himself. Wednesday giggled at this dark joke, but she knew Morticia would never do that to her husband. Gomez was Pugsley's father and now growing up, he was resembling him more and more, though in darker ways. But what of Wednesday herself? What was going on with her strange dreams? If she had to be honest with herself, it actually wasn't the first time she's scared herself like this. She had a similar dream a while back. Certainly she wasn't hitting some phase where her nerve was being lost? Perhaps she could always- Suddenly there was a loud sound of a statue busting on the cold stone ground. Wednesday nearly jumped out of her skin.