The 'threat' turned out to be legitimate.
"Something is wrong." Morticia whispered late one night, climbing back into bed after soothing Klaus back to sleep for the fifth time that night, "This has never happened before. Usually your Father is very eager to tell him a story that will send him right off to sleep."
Gomez nodded in agreement, his own brow furrowed in concern, "Is he ill?"
"Grandmama assures me that he isn't. The hemlock would have shrivelled up if he were."
"Then what could have- "
Suddenly, they heard a scream from their son's room, prompting them both to shoot out of bed and race into the room.
Klaus was sat up in his cot, tears streaming down his cheeks as his eyes darted all around, clearly focused on something standing around his cot.
"Klaus…" Morticia rushed over and lifted him into her arms, frowning when he continued to cry, burying his face in her shoulders, "… who do you see?"
"Maybe it's your Uncle Gus? He did go through that explosion and he never looked the same. Even Wednesday looked a little disturbed when she met him."
"He had a winning smile." Morticia waved the concerns away, as they walked out of the room and into their bedroom, "Klaus would never be scared of him."
"Then… who?"
…
"The child started screaming as soon as you got close?"
Reginald scowled in frustration, glancing up at the house. "Yes. If I had any clue as to what his powers are, then maybe I would be able to discern the reasons behind the screens. As it was, I couldn't get close enough without the child screaming the house down."
Pogo fought to keep the relieved look off his face. Despite having six extraordinary children already, either found or bought, Master Hargreeves was strangely obsessed with this one.
"Maybe we need to try this in a different setting." Reginald mumbled to himself, "The daughter is getting married. Weddings are always stressful affairs, nobody will be paying attention to one baby."
Pogo wanted to point out that this was probably wrong but remained silent on the matter.
"Yes… we'll go to the wedding."
…
Uncle Gus Frump shook his head as the several, screaming men and women disappeared. "Poor kid."
"I don't recognise them from our family tree." Uncle Hannibal frowned, "Are you quite sure that they're not from your side of the family Augustus?"
"Excuse you! Part of my head may be missing, but my memory is flawless."
"Maybe they're linked to that horrible Hargreeves man?"
All the ghosts turned to face the window, where an elegant, older woman was peering out of the window.
"Mother?" Hannibal frowned, "Are you saying- "
"- That horrible man was here, trying to find a way inside." Adelaide Addams was matriarch of the Addams family for over sixty years and had been the first to make contact with the newest arrival, "In my day, my poison ivy stopped anyone from having those thoughts."
Ah yes… the poison ivy that were killed off during the winter of 69.
Not wanting for her to jump into that story again, Hannibal interrupted again.
"And you think those strange people are linked to him?"
She nodded gravely, which was really, the only way she knew how to nod. "Oh yes…. that man has blood on his hands, and not the fun kind."
….
Was the last note of the lullaby trailing off, Klaus was finally asleep, leaving Morticia and Gomez to exchange worried glances over him.
"I'll get Grandmama to communicate with the spirits tomorrow." Morticia sighed, stroking a hand over the dark curls, "They would have noticed something."
"Hopefully."
The next morning, Klaus was floating on the ceiling, giggling as if nothing had happened.
…..…..…..….
It was perfect weather for a wedding.
Thunderstorms raging up above and rain bouncing off the gravestones. Everyone gathered there on that day were carrying black umbrellas, probably better suited to a funeral rather than a wedding.
Then again, Lucas mused, both events were fairly similar to this family.
As Wednesday's family all helped her get ready, and his own parents were avoiding all eye contact with everyone, Lucas kept an eye on Klaus, who was happily pulling himself up to a standing position using the gravestones as an aid, babbling eagerly at someone close by.
"Who are you- "
"- Probably Uncle Ivor." Fester popped up behind him, making Lucas jump slightly, "Died in a horrific car crash. He tells the best stories."
The car crash fact probably wasn't needed, but the family was always interested in detail like that, so Lucas didn't bear any mind to it.
"Oop, better catch him!"
Without even looking, Lucas reached out and grabbed Klaus's leg, pulling him into his arms, watching as sinister skull glasses were carefully laid out on the table. Everyone who was anyone had been invited.
Expensive parchment with elegant handwriting, tied up with a black silk ribbon, and enclosed in a black envelope. They were extravagant, and honestly Lucas had no idea that Fester had handwriting that neat and flourish.
As Klaus yawned, the excitement of the day getting to him, Lucas was stunned when the baby was lifted out of his arms.
"I think a couple of hours napping will be more than suitable." Morticia pulled her son closer, glancing over at Lucas, "Wednesday will be ready then."
"Oh g-good!" Lucas stammered, nervously running his hand through his hair, "D-d-o you know if- "
"- I believe Cousin IT may need some assistance with the flower arrangements." Morticia took some pity on him, a fond smile on her face, "The time will fly by before you know it."
"Flowers! Flowers, yes!"
As Lucas raced off, Morticia watched him go with a fond smile on her face. "Come." She whispered gently to Klaus, "Let's go for a walk. Maybe you can get some of our more stubborn ancestors to pop in and take part in the celebrations."
As Klaus babbled sleepily, Morticia gently knocked on each of the gravestones, knowing when she'd gotten a response when Klaus gestured at something. For the next half hour, she moved further and further away from the main wedding party.
And then Klaus started screaming.
Instantly Morticia was on high alert. It wouldn't be long before someone responded to the screams, but in the meantime, something was bothering her son, and she wasn't going to stand for it.
"Come out." She ordered whoever was nearby, "I won't ask again."
For a moment, it seemed as though she was being paranoid… and then Reginald Hargreeves stepped out from behind a mausoleum.
"Mrs Addams." He greeted, hands up in the air, "You look delightful."
Morticia smirked, "Flattery won't save you. What are you doing here?"
Klaus was still screaming.
"It's something to do with me." Reginald sighed, eyes focused on Klaus, "What does he sense, who does he see?"
Morticia remained silent, keeping her eyes on Hargreeves at all times.
"Fascinating." Reginald continued, "Some sort of… premonition power maybe? Supernatural maybe?"
Morticia just smirked. "Wouldn't you like to- UGH!"
There was a sharp pain in the back of her head, and then there was nothing.
….….
Pogo winced as the woman fell to the ground, quickly catching the screaming baby before he landed. In the distance, he could hear the rest of the family calling out for her, running towards their current location.
"Stop dawdling and let's get out of here." Reginald ordered him.
"Do we really have to- "
"- Leave her and let's go."
"- but the baby!"
Reginald growled, storming over and placing his hand over the baby's mouth and nose, muffling the screams.
"Sir! Sir!"
When the baby fell silent, Reginald pulled his hand away. "Let's go. NOW!"
And so they left.
Reginald wasn't to know that he'd gone too far.
