Wednesday returned to the cemetary the next day, it was nearly sunset. She wanted to uncover the secret beauty -or ugliness- of the cloaked figure. She was again, wearing her heels, now wanting to appear taller to the girl who she hoped to see.

She walked around a bit, and almost gave up hope. But that was when she saw her. The girl was by a headstone, hand on it, her eyes showing she was in deep thought. Wednesday comtinued to stare at the girl.

She was five foot six, three inches shorter than Wednesday's tall mother. And she was skinny, but curvier than Wednesday. She had the measuremnts of 36",25",36". However she had to be a double d, and she had a good sized butt... Wednesday didn't know why she was even thinking about that. Her eyes quickly jumped to the girl's dress. It was tight, and showed off her figure. It had long sleeves, and was low-cut in a sweetheart neckline/vneck type design. The dress extended down to her ankles in the back, amd down to just a couple of inches above her knees in the front. She was wearing black fishnet tights under it. The dress was a deep blood red, but it was lined in black lace. She was wearing the same cloak as she was yesterday, and she wore black velvet, 3 inch high heels with ankle straps. Her hair was long, down to four inches above her elbows. It was a bit wavy, but mostly straight, and was black with blood red tips. She had no bangs. Her skin was not quiet as pale as Morticia's -who's ghostly white skin made her look like she popped straight out of a coffin- but it was very pale, paler than Wednesday's even. And the final touch to the girl's striking appearance, she wore black and blood red lipstick with matching eye makeup.

Wednesday couldn't speak, couldn't breath. All she could do was keep staring. She could tell the girl's legs were long, the dress didn't leave them to the imagination.

Her mind was racing. Why the hell are you so nervous? Just go up and start a conversation! Why would she want to talk to you, maybe she won't like you. Oh, of course she'll like you, you're her kind of people! But... what if you're not? It was these thoughts that kept Wednesday wondering for two weeks. Every day, she would visit the cemetary, and stare at the girl.

Finally... she decided she had to swallow her pride, and approach her.

Snow now completely covered the ground, and more was falling. Wednesday wondered how a girl could walk so gracefully, like nothing was trying to block her path, as this one did.

Everyday Wednesday visited the cemetary, she wore heels. She wanted so badly to appear taller.

She walked over to the girl, standing by the headstone and tapped her on the shoulder.

The girl slowly turned, and her eyes met those of Wednesday Addams. The girl's eyes were not the possible dark brown, or even deep green that Wednesday had expected. No, they were red.

Wednesday was mesmerized by her eyes, and she felt her insides get tight. "Hello, my name is Wednesday Addams." Wednesday immediately stated.

The girl did not smile, nor did she give a mean look. Her face was expressionless. "Hello, Wednesday. I'm Crimson... Crimson Blood. It's a pleasure to meet you." The statement was not perky, but the words flowed out in a glorious fashion.

"What a beautiful name." Wednesday accidentally said aloud.

"Why, thank you. I find Wednesday quite unique. It's a rather unusual name. I like it."

"Thank you. I've noticed you come to the cemetary often."

"I've noticed the same about you. For the past two weeks, I've noticed you're coming here."

"Oh, you have?"

"Indeed, I have. It's quite the coincidence, really. That we both come around the same time."

Wednesday had no idea that they arrived at the same time. She didn't know how long Crimson was there before Wednesday showed up... that was a coincidence. Wednesday then realized she had gone speechless. "Oh, yes. It is. I should tell you that I din't usually come to the town cemetary. But after I saw you, something... drew me here." Wednesday confessed.

Crimson gave a very slight smile. "Thank you. It is flattering to know someone would come all the way from Briarwood to come and see me."

Wednesday's eyes grew wide. "How do you know what town I live in?" She asked.

"Becuase, you're the girl who lives on that hill, in that beautiful haunted mansion, right? I love that house, I have a victorian mansion, myself. It isn't nearly as big as your house, but I like it. And I've always found it interesting that in the next town over from me, there was a large haunted mansion, quite to my taste. So, occasionally I'd drive by it, and I'd see you walking to school."

"Oh." Something then occured to Wednesday. She was a junior in high school. She had never seen Crimson around before. "I've never seen you at school before, where do you go?" She paused. "How old are you?"

"Oh, I just turned sixteen last month." She looked mature for her age, Wednesday woukd have thought eighteen, not sixteen. "I've gone to private schools all my life." Crimson explained. "I attend Alice S. Blithe prep. But I'm going to get private tutors for college, I'm going to major in the arts."

"Oh... what kind?" Wednesday decided she looked like a writer. She didn't appear to be the acting type.

"Black." Crimson stated.

Wednesday had a firey flare in her eye, she liked that this girl had good ambitions. "That is a great thing to major in."

"I think so too."

Wednesday could see that Crimson was opening up to her, and although she never fully let her guard down, she was becoming more relaxed.

"Well, how about I give you my number? Maybe you could visit me sometime?"

The mysterious Crimson nodded. "Yes. I'd like that."

After they traded numbers, Crimson realized something and eyed Wednesday. "Do you have the time?"

"Oh." Wednesday pulled out her watch. "It's seven o' clock. Why?"

"Oh, no. We're going to be late." Crimson said, under he breath. "I have to go, Wednesday, it was so nice meeting you." She then gracefully walked, very fast to her black van and drove off.

Crimson walked into her house. It was about 3,400 . and painted black. It had deep red windows and a matching door with a black wreath on it. "Mother, father!" She called. "I'm terribly sorry, I didn't see the time!"

"It's alright, dear!" Crimson's mother called to her. She then coughed.

"Thank you, mother!" Crimson then ran to her parents on the couch. "Alright, let's get your cloak and jacket on. We don't want to be too late for that doctor's appointment." She said and helped her mother to her feet, then put her father in his wheel chair.

"What would we do without you, dear?" Crimson's mother, Regina asked.

"Nothing, we'd be dead!" Carl, her father laughed.

Crimson smiled. "Alright, now." She sighed and got her parents ready for their appointment. She wondered then, if this appointment would be different. If she'd hear her parent's weren't going to die in a year or two, and that they'd make a miraculous recovery. She shook her head. No, that wasn't the real world. In the real world, the more you loved, the more you hurt.

A beginning of a snowstorm was now occuring, and Crimson wasn't entirely sure she should drive, let alone with her parents in the car. She decided she had to, as they needed a refill on their medication.

She then got her parents situated in the backseat, and drove to the appointment.

It was now 10:45 at night. Thirty seven year old Morticia and Gomez Addams had eyed their oldest daughter suspiciously all day that day. They knew something was up, but they didn't say a word. Now that they were alone together, down in the living room, they could.

Morticia watched the snowstorm outside the window, waiting for Gomez.

He then came into the living room, soundlessly, and set the teacups on the table. He then wrapped his arms around his beatuiful wife's waist. He kissed her neck.

Morticia moaned. "Darling, we have a pressing matter to discuss." She said, trying to think clearly.

"How about we discuss it, whilst carrying out other activities?" He asked.

Morticia leaned back and stroked his cheek eith her long fingernails. "Oh, Gomez you know I'd love to, but we have to be fully involved in conversation."

"How's about we get involved with something else?"

"Gomez..." Morticia drew out his name. "I promise, mon cher, we'll do this afterwords. But we have to talk about Wednesday." Morticia said.

Gomez nodded and kissed her once more. "Alright, cara mia." He said and they sat on the couch together, not wanting to let go of eachother.

"So... tell me what you've observed."

Gomez took her hand. "Well, I've observed your beautiful pale complexion, and your curves, and-"

"Gomez." Morticia scolded, half-teasing. "I'll start. She's been scowling, and she only does that when she's nervous."

"And she's been checking to see if she got a call, every hour."

"Darling, I think she's in love."

"Oh, Tish... so do I." He told her.

"Oh, my darling little girl... in love." Morticia leaned her head on her husband's shoulder. 'Where do you think they met?"

"Well, Wednesday has been visitng the cemetary lately..."

"Gomez, do you think she's been doing that to get his attention?"

"Maybe." Gomez stroked his wife's porcelain cheek. "She's looking more and more like you every day, my dearest."

Morticia smiled, and got a devious look in her eyes. "Prenez-moi, mon extase." She leaned over him and kissed him, passionatley.

Gomez took of his jacket and put his hands on her hips. "Con piacere, la mia dea della luna."

"That's a new one." Morticia said as she sat on the couch and took off her heels, in reference to the nickname he just now gave her, my beautiful goddess of moonlight. "I adore it."

Before she could properly finish, her husband snatched her. "Not as much as I adore you."

They didn't know that Wednesday was watching up until her mother started speaking French.

She walked to her room, and thoughts were racing through her head. She was confused, and she didn't know why she wanted what her parents had... but, with Crimson.

Crimson had been driving for over an hour. The appointment had led out, and they got stuck in a terrible blizzard.

"Crimson, I'm worried." Regina said. Regina looked just like her daughter, only her hair was in a bob and dyed deep red. She was only fourty, but her illness made her look about five years older.

Fifty year old Carl held his wife. "Don't worry, Regina. Crimson can get us home, she has before and she'll do it again. Isn't that right, Crimson?" He asked.

"Yes, father." Crimson said as she drove. "Don't worry, mother. I'll get us through this."

Just then, a large tree fell down in front of their car.

Regina screamed.

"It's okay, mother! Don't panic, everything's..." Crimson realized the car was sliding in a thick blacket of ice, and no matter how hard she tried to hit the breaks, the car wouldn't stop.

"I love you, Regina!" Carl yelled.

They hit a tree just before Crimson hit the air bags and yelled, I'm sorry! to her parents.

It was midnight, and Lurch walked outside because he heard a loud noise. Nobody else in the family heard it. But Lurch had a dog's hearing... infact, it was one of his best qualities.

He walked into the stormy night and found a car, smashed into a fallen tree. Everybody looked alive, but nobody looked okay.

Lurch quickly phoned the police, and the two people in the back were rushed to the hospital.

He asked them about the young girl in the front but neither the police nor the paramedics noticed her. They wanted to get away from the Addams' house as fast as possible.

Lurch, being the kindhearted... being, he is, then carried the girl into the house, and placed her on the couch. She wasn't badly injured, but she did have a gash on he arm and a cut on her collar bone. He decided he'd have Máma look at it. He covered the girl in a blanket and woke up Máma.

"What is it, Lurch?" She asked as they walked down to the living room.

Lurch explained in as little words as possible.

"I see. Well, I'll take her to my room and sew her up. Shouldn't take long. After I'm done, bring her back down here and make her a bed on the couch."

Lurch groaned and nodded.

It was morning now, and Máma gathered everyone in the kitchen and explained.

"Oh, the poor girl." Morticia looked over at her butler. "You did the right thing, Lurch."

Lurch smiled.

"So, don't everybody jump on her, we don't know who she is or anything about her. It sounds dangerous, and that's good. But we have to let her sleep."

Everybody but Wednesday sat down to eat, but she wanted to sleep, the bats in her stomach were flapping like crazy. But when she walked into her living room, she stopped dead in her tracks.

The sleeping girl on the couch was very familiar.

Wednesday gasped. "Crimson."