A.N. I'm writing this chapter partially on my "free" time and study hall. Honestly, I don't really know where this chapter will go, so bear with me. Most of this chapter will probably just be me putting quick things together.
"My name is Selene."
"Selene…" Morticia whispered, trying the young girl's name out loud. "What a charming name." She remarked with her lips curled up into her usual intrigued smile.
"Thank you." The black haired beauty replied kindly, shifting uncomfortably. "Why don't you join us for breakfast and stay with us for awhile?" Gomez suggested brightly, lighting a cigar.
"Darling, don't smoke in front of our guest." Morticia scolded seductively making her husband grin.
"Alright darling, later then." He gave in, placing the cigar in his chest pocket.
"That's very kind of all of you, but I feel that I've inconvenienced you more than I should. I shall be on my way." Selene said, standing up in slight pain.
"Nonsense!" Gomez exclaimed. "You're welcome to stay with us until your wounds are fully healed. We insist you come and join us for breakfast."
The warm smiles of the couple warmed her heart. They were very kind and bright for a family that preferred being in the shadows. The young children that stood beside them looked emotionless, making her wonder whether or not she was a threat to them. A pale girl with braids framing her face looked at her with no smile or reaction. The boy standing next to the girl, was a bit heavier, but had more of an innocent clueless look on his visage.
'They must be the children. Looks like they don't really want me here…" Selene mentally thought to herself. "Children, you haven't introduced yourselves yet." Morticia said, clasping her fingers together.
"I'm Pugsley." The younger boy replied proudly.
"My name's Analiria." She replied. "Wednesday, your name." Her mother corrected.
"Wednesday…Analiria….Doesn't Analiria mean 'pain' in Spanish?" Selene probed at Wednesday.
"How did you know that? Only a few people know the true meaning of that name." The braided girl challenged, pushing Selene's knowledge.
"I've been around." Selene shrugged. "Well…if your children don't mind…then I suppose I can join you…" She slowly gave in looking at Wednesday and Pugsley, watching to see what their reaction would be.
"Join us." Pugsley said with a smile on his face.
"We don't bite." Wednesday commented with her monotone voice. Selene chuckled at the differences of reaction the two children expressed. Glancing at the family, she smiled and took off the hood of her cape.
"Then in that case, I am honored." The new guest answered, slightly bowing her head.
"Wonderful. Follow us this way." Morticia said warmly, guiding Selene towards the dining room.
As they walked to the dining room, Selene's eyes were distracted by the intriguing interior of the house and the wondrous things that it contained. Everything was dark wood, old, and several treacherous weapons hung on walls, almost as if it were a painting itself. Cobwebs stretched itself across the old wooden creeks, along with several antique treasures and pictures. The pictures that portrayed the family members were featured in black and white, holding a vintage and classic feel. There were no traces of bright lights within the household, relieving her sensitive eyes since they gave her headaches. Something was different with this family and she gladly accepted it.
"This way." Wednesday called to Selene, interrupting her thoughts and fascination. Immediately, she continued on to the dining room.
"Sit." Gomez insisted, gesturing towards a chair. Gracefully, she sat down beside Wednesday. Across from her, she saw a little baby sitting in a chair with a tiny mustache on his very pale face.
"Your other child…?" Selene asked unsurely, looking at Morticia and Gomez. "Yes, our son, Pubert. He just turned one during the dreadful summer." Gomez beamed proudly.
"Pubert, can spew fire if he wants." Wednesday pointed out, looking at Selene. Her eyes lit up with surprise and fascination.
"Really? I prefer the deathly cold. The heat is just too much for me. My brother and sister are extremely fond of the sun and warmth, but I adore the moon. That's why we hate each other. We're just that different, so we don't live together." She explained with a twinkle in her frost colored eyes.
"Here's breakfast!" Grandmama's scratchy voice bellowed from the kitchen behind Pugsley. The old woman walked towards the table, placing a murky colored food that Selene could not make out. It looked like lizards made with some sort of black sauce.
"What is it…?" Selene asked looking down at it with curiosity. "It's Mama's spécialité de la maison." Morticia replied with her perfect French.
"Oh Tish, that's French." Gomez whispered looking at her with passionate eyes taking his wife's hand to his lips. "Parlez- vous Français?" Selene asked in French.
The couple looked at her in surprise. "Oui." The older woman replied. "Tu aussi?" She asked back.
"Un peu." Selene answered with a smile. "Please go ahead and eat." Gomez urged with a smile, they enjoyed her company.
"Thank you." She hid her hesitation to eat the meal extremely well. But this family had taken her in as hospitality and she couldn't be rude.
"Start with the eyes, honey." Grandmama advised before Selene took her first bite. She responded with a warm smile before trying her first Addams meal. The taste was a bit strange on the tongue, but it wasn't poison. It had a sharp taste, almost pricking the taste buds with an electric shock and then relaxing it with a slightly sweeter flavor.
'It's not that bad. Compared to what I've eaten before.'
"It's delicious, thank you for this." Wednesday eyed her carefully, until she went back to eating her food.
"Where did you come from?" The intellectual girl asked, watching Selene carefully. At that question, Selene's face looked as if she did not know how to respond. A small grin began to form on Wednesday's face. She finally got her.
"Well…" Selene said, shifting uncomfortably. "I'm not from around here." The atmosphere began to fill with a slight tension that was beginning to form between the two girls.
"Then where are you from?" Wednesday asked again, trying to squeeze as many answers from her as possible.
"Let's just say it's really far from here." Selene firmly answered and returned to eating her breakfast. For several minutes, the atmosphere held that bitter tension.
"So Selene, we think you should stay here for a while." Gomez brought up, breaking the ice and bringing back the mood.
"Oh no, I can't. I need to be on my way soon." She replied politely.
"What for? We won't murder you." Wednesday remarked darkly. 'A very dark child I see…' Selene thought to herself.
"I have a job that must be completed." She simply answered.
"Do you have a house?" Pugsley brought up, making the older girl look at him.
"No…" She muttered under her breath. 'Crap, now they have me!'
"Perfecto! You will stay with us!" Gomez exclaimed looking at Morticia who nodded with her approval.
"Well… if you insist…" Selene responded hesitantly. 'But if I stay, you may experience the darkest misery and depths of evil that has followed me…"
A.N. Please review, this is not my best chapter. It'd be great if people could let me know how my story is coming along…