"My parents may be coming for a visit." Joel said, holding the cigar in his mouth by his teeth in his chair.
Wednesday, who was completing a circuit for the chair he was sitting in for her electrical experiment, sat up and looked at her husband.
"What do you mean?"
"They want to come see the kids. I told them that they shouldn't come but they insisted."
"After what happened with you father at the wedding, I thought they would never come back. I made sure the ant bed was positioned just right for his chair to be right over it and he would disturb the bed… I guess I didn't get the right sort of ants…" she said with a dissatisfied click of her tongue as she went back to the wires on the floor.
"Oh, no, they were the right ones. He went into anaphylactic shock, remember?" Wednesday grinned from where she was on the floor. "But he said that he thinks it was an honest mistake and would like to come and see the kids."
"Well, I haven't fed the Venus fly trap in a while…" she said, standing up and looking down at her husband. "Now, I need you to hold this fork for me."
"What are you doing?" he asked, with a bemused look.
"Well, it's an experiment, my love: is steel a better conductor or you?"
Joel sighed as Wednesday went to the large breaker and held the handle.
"Mother?"
Wednesday frowned and looked over at her daughter.
"Yes, October?"
"What are you doing to Father?"
"Just putting a little spark into the marriage…" she said with a wry smile.
Joel got up from the chair and went over to his daughter.
"What is it, honey?"
"I was wondering if I could go to the graveyard and play with Thing."
"Of course you can. Don't forget to take some salt with you. There are slugs all over your grandfather's grave again."
October smiled, skipping away as Wednesday stared at Joel again.
"Joel, please sit in the chair."
He headed back when the door opened again.
"Mother?"
Wednesday sighed and put her hand on her hip.
"What is it Eingelburt?"
The young boy in the striped shirt and black shorts looked at his mother with large glasses and held up a dead possum.
"I found this in the street. I was wondering if I could go and put this is Mrs. O'Neily's car across the street."
"Eingelburt, I'm surprised at you." Joel said. He put his cigar back in his mouth. "I would put it in the air duct of her house."
Eingelburt grinned and went off to go do what he was going to do. Joel looked at Wednesday and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her close.
"Mon cher…"
"Stop it." she said stoically.
He pulled the cigar from his mouth and leaned into her, kissing her on her black covered lips anyway. He had gotten used to his new family's weird and odd ways of doing things. It was hard for him to understand Wednesday at first but after reading between the lines, he knew that there was a love there that only he could see. He was glad he was the special person to see in between her stoic nature and snarky sarcasm. After kissing her for a moment, he pulled back and then began to kiss her down into her bosom, where a small trap let loose on his lip.
He pulled back quickly and pulled the trap off, making a face at Wednesday. She shrugged.
"A booby trap…" he said, looking at the tiny trap. "I love the surprises you give me..."
Wednesday hadn't wanted to be with Joel but after he survived her first time of scaring him to death, she began to respect him more as a man as well as fitting into her family. It didn't take him long (to her surprise) to adjust to the Addams' way of thinking. Though he told them 'no séances', much to Grandmama's dismay, but she got him back with a potion of her own. When he proposed to her in the morgue of the hospital where Gomez had spent his last days, she knew he was the one for her. She had hoped for a cemetery but the morgue was a little more formal… and fresher.
"So when do your parents intend on coming?"
"This weekend."
"I'll make sure Mother makes Uncle Nick-Nack's vegetable soup." She said, heading toward the kitchen.
"Make sure Uncle Nick-Nack isn't in it this time!" Joel called out, sitting down in his chair and yelling.
He stood back up and found tacks sticking in his backside.
Wednesday only smiled on the stairwell, knowing her trick was done since he wouldn't stay still for the electrocution.
A couple days later as October sat in school, messing with her pen as she teacher rambled on about something when the door opened. The sudden quietness of her teacher made October look up.
"Class, I would like you to meet Bradley Buckman-Smythe; he'll be your new student as of today."
"Hey, nice to meet you all." He said with a wave.
October blinked and gripped her pen. Blonde hair, great personality, tucked in shirt… the Devil.
"I'm sorry but we only have seats in the back. You can take whichever one you want." The teacher said, pointing.
October gripped the pen harder, looking at the back row. No one wanted to be friends with her, which she liked, and so the whole back row was available but there were two seats that were not next to her and two that were. She hoped this… demon, would pick one of those.
Luck was not with her.
Bradley sat next to the pale girl with two ponytails, like a girl from a horror movie, but his mother had always told him to make friends with everyone. He leaned over, holding out his hand.
"Hi, I'm Bradley, what's your name?"
October just looked at him with her eyes narrowed and took the pen she was gripping and slammed it into her notebook, the ink straw flying out the back of the pen from the force.
Bradley pulled his hand back and gulped. What have I gotten myself into?
October turned rigidly back to the front. Spirits of darkness, help me.
this is harder than i expected but luckily i have a pretty twisted mind so it's a little easier. it's just hard not to make people other people by default. i wanted to keep wednesday's nature there which is why she likes to play tricks on her husband. joel is more of the romantic in the relationship. i also wanted wednesday's electric chair brought back into the picture. i'll have the guillotine there too. oh and their son's name was just a name i thought would fit the family... it's kinda eclectic sounding
