Addams Family Curse, Chapter 3

"Splat!" the doorbell rang. Lurch walked unhurriedly to it, mentally writing his shopping list.

"Hi Lurch!" said the boy he had come to recognise as he rang the doorbell, he always greeted Lurch with a smile. This time he looked slightly panicked."Is Wednesday in?"

Lurch was tempted to say yes to his sweet hopeful face but he was on strict order to tell anyone that Wednesday wasn't at home

"I KNOW she's in, Lurch, don't lie to me", the boy answered, his expression having changed to one of stone. Lurch immediately felt a surge of fear that his seven-foot frame had never felt. He wordlessly let him in

"Thanks Lurch", he said smiling now

Wednesday was up in her puce coloured room, staring at her version of a mirror. She was trying to stop the tears falling unto her cheeks.

"I'm sorry Wed, I promised I'll never say it again", J burst in saying. She swivelled towards him, hastily trying to wipe her eyes, mascara running. She was unsuccessful and J knelt down before her gently, trying to wipe her eyes.

"Well there's no need, it's what you were thinking", Wednesday said

He told her earlier that day that she shouldn't accept her family heritage so openheartedly and her great –great grandfather Acne was a thief. She would have taken it as a joke as she had been taking earlier jokes about her family 'cos Jay was just a joker but the way he had said the statement was unnerving, as if he knew exactly what he was saying and believed it. At that moment the unshakeable Wednesday Adams was shattered. Yes, J could be intense sometimes but the intensity was always rare and diluted not as concentrated as that. She had run away immediately to her car and raced home.

"No, it was a joke", he said quickly, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping her face. That was when she noticed that she was dangerously closed to his face. She pulled the little square of cloth away from him, turned away and properly leaned up herself.

"Would you believe me Wed?" he asked and the soft spot she didn't know she had made her hug him and let him pull her into his arms. She hugged him back, all had been forgiven.

His face unknown to her was twisted into an expression of hate .He looked at her, eyes brimming with scorn and hatred. Yes. He would bring her and her family down.

"SO, wanna come to the movies with me?" He asked, his face now rearranged into and expression that he had named J face.

Later that night, as J returned home walking sedately through the local park, his mind was occupied with thoughts of revenge; he didn't see a sinister shadow watching him from the bushes.

Moments later the shadow sprang up at him coming at him with a wicked looked blade. As the simmering blade descended towards him, J caught it in his hands, the sharp blade staining his hand with crimson. He yanked the knife out of the stunned thief's hand in half a second and faced him. The thief now recognising that he was wasn't attacking a normal person upped his game.

He pulled out another blade that seemed impossible to harbour on his person. This blade was long and glittered in the moonlight. He attacked faster than any human could see, the teenage boy grabbed hold of the thief's jugular and attempted to tear it away but the thief turned quickly and distanced himself. He thrust the sword into the boy's stomach. It went right through him and into the bushes behind them.

Unarmed, the thief faced his adversary again, weapon less. He aimed a perfect punch and caught him in the jaw .J reeled back but quickly recovered and delivered a high kick to his solar plexus. The thief doubled over and was rewarded by a swift chop on his neck. Instantly he was sprawled on the ground, unconscious.

J continued walking, no, sauntering to his home somewhere far away, having ditched his school car in a secure place, it was his temporary home as the place he considered home was unavailable. Sparing a last glance at the almost comatose thief, J sped off into the horizon, so fast that no human could see him.

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"Lord, Jay-jay baby", came a voice behind them. They stopped laughing and turned to Suzy and her gang. It had been Diamond; slut number two .She was poised and currently unattached. She flipped her blond platinum hair and continued seeing as she had their attention." If you wanted a pet, you could have gone to the pound."

J stiffened, and slowly turned. Wednesday continued to eat her lunch or rather stop her lunch from escaping.

"Jay-Jay baby", she muttered absently and gave a little snigger, planning to store that little gem.

"Besides, baby cakes, if you wanted a tall glass of water, I'm a cool glass of freshly squeezed lemonade, not a lemon", she continued and Wednesday wondered why her voice lowered at the freshly squeezed, what kind of innuendo was that anyway. And baby cakes, what was up with that?

"Sweet heart, if I wanted tainted dirt water, I would have given you a ring, however I love my little lemon kins", J said and pulled Wednesday into his arms.

"Eww, emo lover", said Suzy in disgust and wobbled away .She was wearing six-inch heels.

All her gang followed except Diamond who was temporally feeling clingy. She snarled at Wednesday "Lady Death, this is far from over. You will pay and your sickly little family would be ground into the ground like the bugs you are.".

Wednesday was off her chair in an instant. No one threatened her family and got away free. But to her surprise J faced Diamond, was right up in her perfectly made up face, his expression fierce.

"If I see you or heard you or if you even think of hurting Wednesday and her family, Lady, you will answer to me. And you don't' want to answer to me, I assure you."J said in such a cold, hard voice that sent shivers down the backs of everyone in the cafeteria including Wednesday.

The now cowered Diamond sped out of there. Wednesday just sat there in stunned silence. The uneasy feeling she felt every time he was like that .He turned back to her, back to the carefree boy he was.

"You okay there, Lemonkins." He asked packing up his things.

"Sure, Jay-jay baby", she answered linking her arms in his despite her no-human contact rule. They strode off to class like that, a formidable team. One dark- haired and ethereally beautiful with the other, fair with sunny, bright beauty.

Later that night as J went home, he examined his earlier actions. He protected a family that he was sworn to destroy. A family he had hated for too long. And what was this tenderness he felt for the daughter, a tenderness he hadn't felt since he was human. On prom he promised himself, on prom he would put an end to it and finally get what he had been planning for centuries on end.