Blair talked with Wendesday as they headed towards the museum's exit doors, Lacey, close beside them.

"Woah." Lacey looked outside at the thunderstorm. "That's bad."

"I think it's amazing." Blair stared at the storm happily, and in awe.

Lacey rolled her eyes. "Blair, I mean it. How the hell are we supposed to get home?"

"We drive." Blair stated.

"Okay." Lacey sighed.

"Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Wednesday." Blair bid her goodbye and put on her completely black leather jacket. She eyed Wednesday. "I wish I could afford a black cape, too." She winked at her.

Lacey put on a white, light summer jacket. "Tim Hortons?" She asked Blair.

"Yea, why not?" Blair looked back at Wednesday again. "Would you like my email? Or my number?"

"I don't have a cellphone."

"Email then? Alright." Blair took out a small, black notepad and ripped a page out. She then took a black, ball-point pen and neatly wrote her email on it. "My email is TheBlairHatmanProject99087 ." She paused. "See what I did there?" She was referring to The Blair Witch Project.

Wednesday did not laugh. "Mine is inmemoryofWednesdayAddams ." She stated. That was the line that scared everybody off. Or so Wednesday thought.

"Great, well I should be going. Goodbye, Wednesday." Then, Blair and her younger sister exited the museum.

Wednesday walked back to her "hearse" and began to drive back to her mansion. And for the first time in her life... she was, afraid.

Wednesday arrived back home just in time for dinner.

She was taking off her sweater when her grandmother called out to her, jokingly. "Make any friends?"

"Yes." Wednesday called back, solemnly.

The family was shocked. Wednesday had no idea how to handle the fear, and she was completely overwhelmed.

"Really?" A shocked Puglsey asked.

Wednesday then angrily marched upstairs, but with a peice of paper that had the curious email of another young girl.

Blair and Lacey funally arrived at her third floor apartment. She was only there for the summer, as Blair would be going to California to start her first year of college soon. She did however add some homey touches, like a black blanket and her black curtains, as well as a black couch, skull pillows and her creepy, black bedroom. Her wine glasses had intricate, gothic designs as well as a few with hilarious dark humorous sayings, as well as her mugs.

The storm had grown rather intense, and they were drenched when they walked in the door.

"Hey, remember that time when I said the storm was really bad, but you didn't listen?" Lacey asked, sarcastically. "Yea, me neither."

Blair laughed. "Yea, whatever." She paused and closed the door. "I can't believe mom and dad let you stay with me for the summer."

"I know!" Lacey squealed. "Mom didn't want to. I just used puppy-dog eyes on dad and... well, here I am!"

"I should have known. Here, get into your pajamas. Your clothes are soaked." Blair then looked down at her own clothes. "I'll do the same." She sighed. "Wanna watch Don't Breathe?" She asked.

"Uh, yea! Dude, can I just like... live with you?" Lacey asked.

"Nope, but I wish you could. Even though you drive me insane." Blair admitted.

They got into their nightclothes. Blair had her hair messiliy pinned up in the back, her makeup off and was wearing a blank tanktop and black pajama shorts, as opposed to her usual black nightgown. Her toenails were painted black.

Lacey had her hair down, no makeup and a white, baggy shirt that belonged to her dad and no bottoms, as the shirt served as a nightgown.

They had Don't Breathe on for a while, and ate popcorn while drinking a new drink Blair had found called, Blood. It looked like blood and tasted like pop.

And then, the sisters fell asleep on the couch.

Only Blair would be able to pass out during a horror flick, and for Lacey to do the same... meant that Blair had succeeded at being an older sister.

It had been a week since Wednesday and Blair had their chance encounter with one another.

And there was a terrible wind, rain and hailstorm outside. Blair and Lacey were going for a drive when they got caught in the middle of it. The window was getting dented, badly and Blair could hardly see.

"Blair, I'm worried." Lacey confessed.

"We're fine." Blair tried to sound calm and succeded. She could hide her emotions well, when she wanted to.

She sped up as there were not any cars around. But still, there was no sign of a building.

"We're lost!" Lacey yelled, annoyed and frightened.

"Okay, we're not lost. We just... don't know where we are." Blair said.

They had spun out of control for no reason and screamed, as they thought it was the end of their lives. Blair put a protective arm around Lacey, as they were nearly about to hit a tree. The black Silverado truck stopped just before it did.

They realized that they were infront of a large, haunted-looking mansion.

"Lacey, are you okay?" Blair breathed a sigh of relief that she herself was.

"I'm fine." Lacey glanced at the mansion. "Do you think anyone lives there?"

"I don't know. But we're gonna find out." Blair said.

"We are not going in there! The crazy guy from Texas Chainsaw Massacre could live there!" Lacey protested.

"I'd rather die in that georgous house than in this truck, wouldn't you?" Blair asked.

"Well... yea." Lacey humphed and they exited the vehicle, running up to the door of the mansion and knocking like mad.

Lurch was in the house when he heard a knock at the door. He opened it to find the pair, who stared up at him.

"Would you please let us in?" Blair begged. "Our car is stuck. I'm very sorry for the intrusion but-"

Lurch groaned and let the two in, shutting the door behind him.

"Who are you?" He moaned.

"My name is Blair, and this," Blair gestured to Lacey. "Is my sister, Lacey."

Lurch groaned.

Lacey stared at him in awe. "Make yourselves comfortable." He moaned and took their coats to God knows where and exited.

Blair and Lacey walked into the living room, desperate to talk to people, if other people even lived there.

Mortcia layed on the edge of the couch in the dim, haunting attic. Her husband was pressed against her. "It's a miserable evening, cara mia..." He ran his fingers through her long hair, black as night.

"I know. C'est un magnifique strom, mon amour." she replied, seductively.

"Oh, Tish..." Gomez moaned and sucked her neck.

"Je t'aime, mon extase, prends moi dans tes bras, ne laisse aucune partie de moi intacte, ravage moi, mon sauvage..." Morticia rattled off the sexual French phrases as he kissed her up her arm and her neck once more, biting it and drawing blood. She moaned as he put his hand down her shirt, and ripped his own off, meeting her lips and entangling his tounge with that of his gothic beauty's. They figured themselves in for a long evening, alone together... and they were half right.

In about a half an hour, Pugsley knocked at the attic door. He had used a sure-fire way to find his parents. He would look in their obvious places and then listen for them.

"Mon amour..."

"Carita mia..."

"Gomez!"

They were lost in eachother, and then Pugsley knocked louder, hearing his mother's scream. Finally, he spoke. "Mother, father, there are people here!"

Gomez sighed. "Alright, Pugsley, we'll be there shortly."

"Yes, father!" Pugsley ran downstairs immideatley.

Gomez kissed his wife one last time. "God, you're breathtaking, my dearest."

Morticia ran her thumb over his lips. "Gomez... before we go downstairs... I need a favour."

"Anything, my black angel." Gomez's voice was thick with lust and adoration.

"Make me bleed once more."

Gomez growled, hungrily.

Wednesday had come downstairs, just to grab a quick snack when she noticed them. "Blair?" She asked, confused.

"Wednesday?"

"Hi, Wednesday." Lacey greeted her, unphased.

"Hi, Lacey." A distracted Wednesdsy replied.

She had been emailing Blair and they were... how Wednesday hated to say this, they had become friends. And now Wednesday was afraid again. Afriad she might lose her new friend. To what? To the way her family was, they way they lived. This was not like Wednesday at all.

But the only one who did not run away from her, ever was Joel. Evryone else thought she was a freak. Wednesday had grown to like that, but now she liked having a friend. And she found herself torn between two worlds. One of darkness, and one of friendship.

"You live here?" Blair asked, seeming suprised.

"Yes." Wednesday said. Here it comes, she thought. Oh, wow, Wednesday. That's... nice. I have to go but we'll be in touch. Six months later: Oh, yea the phone got... shut off?

"You are so lucky!" Blair exclaimed. "I live in a box compared to this place. It's gorgeous, Wednesday."

"Oh." Wednesday was taken aback. "Thank you, Blair."

Then, Morticia and Gomez walked downstairs to greet the guests.

Blair eyed Morticia, and could not believe she was Wednesday's mother. She looked thirty, and beautiful, and also very dark but mysterious. Her husabnd looked at her with such adoration.

Guys never looked at Blair that way. They maybe hit on her for the way she looked, but never truly meant it. Never called her beautiful with sencerity, or undressed her with their eyes because they loved her, and not for the mere physical attraction.

"Wednesday, is this the friend you told us about?" Morticia asked.

Wednesday internally cringed at the word, friend. "Yes, mother."

"I see. And what's your name?" Morticia asked Blair.

"I'm Blair." Blair then looked at Lacey.

"And I'm Lacey, her sister." Lacey said.

"It a pleasure to meet you." Morticia said.

"I'm Mr. Addams, but any friend of Wednesday's may call me Gomez. And this lovely crature you feast your eyes upon is Morticia. We're Wednesday's parents." Gomez explained.

"Hello. It's a pleasure to meet you both as well." Blair responded.

Gomez grinned. "Welcome to our home."