A/N: Welcome to the sequel of the three one-shots I've written before. This is going to be a bigger story that spans over the break and perhaps even the next school year at Nevermore. We'll see.
This is part four of this series but it can be read without reading the three previous ones.
I need some help though. Do you know some good songs that you think fit well with either Wednesday or Tyler? Something creepy, haunting or about obsessive love or something like that.
English is not my first language and I'm self-taught at that. Still, I like to improve my writing so please, if you see me keep making the same mistake, could you politely tell me about it?
The song for this chapter is Rolling in the Deep by Adele.
There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch, it's bringing me out the dark
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your ship bare
Wednesday wasn't sure what she had been thinking when she commanded Lurch to stop the car. It wasn't that she wanted to watch the accident, see if there were any gloriously bloody wounds on those involved in the accident exposed for all who drove by to see. She certainly didn't stop to help those lucky souls whose blood was running down the walls and windows of the car.
No, she stopped the hearse because she knew who was being transported in that police vehicle. There was only one possibility. She also knew that whatever happened to his guards, Tyler was responsible.
Tyler.
The Normie boy with his honey curls and poison green eyes, the barista boy who carried the scent of her favorite bitter coffee every where he went. Tyler, the one that she went to for help, who she confided in and had trusted to help her with her investigation. She'd used him, yes, but she had also trusted him. If only she knew back then that he was using her right back.
It was too late now.
See how I'll leave with every piece of you
Don't underestimate the things that I will do
There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark
Had anything between them been real?
Her damned Frump heart certainly thought so. It even skipped a beat when she was just thinking his name and Wednesday scowled, annoyed. If there was any reason to despise her mother even more, then this was it. It was from her Wednesday'd inherited the Frump family curse. The curse of falling in love, only once in their lives and with all the obsessive need of a lovesick psychopath.
Not that there was anything wrong with being a psychopath, the Addams family loved their psychopaths. Proudly bragged about them, even.
No, the problem was that Wednesday hated feelings with a burning passion. Just like the boy himself, they betrayed her. And not in a fun way. He was there inside her chest, festering away like an infection waiting to show through the surface. She couldn't get rid of him.
Wednesday missed the days where she didn't feel much of anything. Before Nevermore, before meeting Enid and befriending the colorful girl that was her roommate, before meeting Tyler Galpin.
They had changed her, softened her. She despised it, and resolved to herself that they couldn't ever know the hold they had on her. At least with Enid she could trust that she wouldn't hurt her, use her or betray her.
She hated it was Tyler Galpin her Frump heart decided on. He'd lied to her, fooled her into thinking he was her friend, that she could trust him. He'd betrayed her, never warning her of the plot on her life. He never told her, never in all the time she spent trying to discover who the monster was, that he was the Hyde. Normally she would have admired a guy who pulled of such a deception, but he hadn't told her.
That he had a master.
A master who wasn't Wednesday.
Wednesday smiled wickedly in the privacy of her family's hearse, remembering how she stomped on Laurel Gates's face with her heavy boots. The way her eyes had widened, silently begging Wednesday not to do it. She had never felt more satisfied as when she stomped down, time and time again until all was left of her former Professor's face was an unrecognisible mess of flesh, blood and bone.
Stomped her foot down until the last of the Gates was no more.
The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling
We could've had it all (you're gonna wish you)
(Never had met me)
Rolling in the deep (tears are gonna fall)
(Rolling in the deep)
Her family's hearse stopped by the armored police car and finally gave her a good look at the accident. It was as beautiful as she thought, bloodspatter was sprayed all over the windshield by the driverseat and the doors of the back were wide open, revealing multiple mangled corpses and even more delightful bloodspatter.
Standing there covered in blood, with a torn to shreds straight jacket still hanging around his frame, was Tyler.
She watched him tense as he noticed the approaching car, and she took a moment to take him in. Unfortunately, he had never looked better than as he did in this moment, covered in fresh blood with a ripped into pieces straight jacket hanging losely around his bare upper body, reminding her of the vision she had of him hanging above a recently slaughterd Kinbott.
Annoyed at herself she pushed a button that made the window roll down. Then she snapped, impatient and annoyed, "Get in the car."
Wednesday saw the flash of his grin as he recognised her voice before he stepped inside the hearse and settled down in the seat facing her.
Without taking her eyes of him she told Lurch, "Take us home, Lurch."
The car started driving and Wednesday and Tyler stared at each other.
"Hello, cockroach." He said with a sardonic smirk playing around his mouth. She hated how her heart skipped a beat at the flattering nickname, hated how she knew that Tyler saw her eyes soften a bit. She'd let her guard down around him and now he could read her.
"Tyler." She answered with a curt nod, reinforcing herself against him. Wednesday reminded herself that she was armed and capable of putting him down should he try anything. She had her battle axe hidden underneath the car seat, the dagger in her boot and her favorite knife strapped to her thigh. Not to mention Thing, who was asleep in her pack.
Wednesday sat straight in her seat, fists clenched at her side, every muscle tensed in preparation for attack that didn't come. He just sat there and watched her.
The blood trailing down on his face was starting to dry and Wednesday had to force her fingers to stay still, before she scooped up a few drops to taste it. The scent of coffee and blood wafting off him made her mouth water. Tyler looked delicious covered in the blood of his victims and Wednesday resented him for it with all of her twisted black heart.
Worst of all, he was still staring at her with that faint grin on his face as if he knew what she was thinking.
"Why did you stop?" He finally asked as she seethed on the inside.
"I debated on killing you for your betrayal," She relished in his wince, "But I decided that killing you would be too easy of a release. You own me."
His eyes trailed lazily over her and he admitted, "I do own you. Wednesday, I know I hurt you-"
"Hurt me?" She repeated cooly, interrupting him. "You didn't hurt me, Tyler. You betrayed me."
You had my heart inside (you're gonna wish you)
Of your hands (never had met me)
And you played it (tears are gonna fall)
To the beat (rolling in the deep)
She wanted to hurt him for it, to see his guts spilled across the floor, rotting away and being eaten by flies. She wanted to leave him a shivering mess on the floor, mouth glistening with his own blood and salvia. As brought low as she felt when she discovered the boy she trusted, the boy she kissed, had betrayed her.
His face darkened and Wednesday felt her pulse start to race, "I had no choice. Do you think I wanted to do this? Any of it?"
"Really, Tyler?" Barely able to contain her sneer, she continued, "You admitted you enjoyed it, relished in it even. Are you really going to try to tell me that wasn't true?"
He leaned back in the leather of the car seat and casually shrugged, "That part wasn't a lie. I do like the hunt, the thrill of a kill. But lying to you? Deceiving you? That was not my choice."
"And I'm supposed to believe that?" Was her only reply, careless in it's delivery. Wednesday might have wished she could have believed him somewhere deep down, but her trust had been broken where he was concerned.
She might never again trust him again, fury still burning hot through her veins, no matter what her Frump heart demanded.
As far as Wednesday was concerned nothing what came out of Tyler's mouth was the truth, nothing she knew about him, what she'd thought she knew, was the truth. Tyler Galpin as a complete unkown to Wednesday and she better remember that.
"My master is dead," Tyler said with a lethal smile, "I felt the bond snap. She's dead and I no longer have to listen to her. I don't have a master."
Wednesday hated him. Hated how his viciousness affected her, warmed something inside of her. She seethed quietly in her seat as she cursed her mothers blood but said tonelessly, "You're welcome."
His look was searching, "So I was right. You were the one who killed her. Did you make it hurt?"
It might have been Wednesday's proudest moment to date. The only thing that would be better would be if the publishers got over their weakness and accepted that Wednesday's books were clearly superior to the other drivel people sent in. Viper was going to be even better, she felt, after all that had happened at Nevermore. She had found much inspiration in her own experiences lately.
"What do you take me for? An amateur?" She asked haughtingly.
She felt a cruel smile curl around her lips as she continued, "Of course I did. As she lay there in agony, covered in the bee stings from Eugene's most aggresive swarm, I stomped down on her face." Locking eyes with Tyler, she repeated her next words slowly, "Again and again. Until all that was left of her face were mangled pieces of flesh and bone."
Baby, I have no story to be told
But I've heard one on you, now I'm gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Make a home down there, as mine sure won't be shared
The scars of your love (never had met me)
Remind me of us (tears are gonna fall)
They keep me thinking (rolling in the deep)
That we almost had it all (you're gonna wish you)
The scars of your love (never had met me)
They leave me breathless (tears are gonna fall)
I can't help feeling (rolling in the deep)
She hadn't noticed them leaning closer to each other until Tyler said breathlessly, "I could kiss you right now."
Wednesday abruptly leaned back, away from him. That hadn't been the reaction she had been expecting after she told him how she'd killed his precious master. She'd expected anger. "I don't like to be touched."
He just hummed thoughtfully and Wednesday immediately knew what he was thinking, that she hadn't minded him touching her not too long ago. But Wednesday knew she had to protect herself. Most importantly, she couldn't let him win.
"You're still here," Tyler said softly, his voice a low dark rumble. Dark, like she knew both their hearts were. They were more similar than she could ever have imagined when she met who she'd thought was a small-town Normie boy. It was a strange sort of kinship, what they had, one that will end in glorious bloodshed if Wednesday had her way. "You came for me."
A kinship that she couldn't allow to happen again lest she lost what remained of her sanity.
Fool her once shame on him, but if she let him fool her twice...
He wachted her shrewdly and seemed to decide to give her space as he cleared his throat and changed the subject, "Well, I'm grateful for you freeing me from her hold."
"I didn't do it for you."
That was a lie. From the moment she discovered who Laurel Gates really was, that she was Tyler's master, her days had been numbered. Obsessive as she was, Wednesday Addams didn't share. Gates had been right under her nose and Wednesday hadn't noticed. She called herself a detective and she hadn't noticed what was happening right under her nose. That particular blow to her pride still smarted.
The fact that the woman also tried to kill her and all her friends and fellow students at Nevermore came second. A close second, but second nonetheless.
He chuckled, poison green eyes not leaving hers, "I know."
We could've had it all (you're gonna wish you)
(Never had met me)
Rolling in the deep (tears are gonna fall)
(Rolling in the deep)
For a long few minutes, they just looked at each other. Then she sat up even straighter and said, "We'll be arriving at my home soon. I expect you will behave yourself around my family?" Wednesday all but ordered.
"Wednesday, I'll never do anything to hurt you." He murmered fervently before his eyes flashed and he said with a dark smirk, "Unless you ask for it, of course."
Wednesday stared for a moment, never before she was as grateful for her inability to blush. In a mimicry of that night in the station she asked bluntly, "What do you want?"
Eyes lighting up, a wicked smile came onto his face. It was the most genuine smile she had seen since on his face since that night at the station. "You, Wednesday, my darling carrion girl. I want you."
She fought to keep her voice quiet and even, swallowing down her fury at his answer even as her heart fluttered at what he called her. The fury that shot through her was so thick and hot, she almost choked on it. "Me. You want me." Wednesday scoffed, "I think not."
Tyler simply tilted his head at her, the look in his eyes reminding her that she underestimated him once. Maybe she shouldn't be so quick to do it again. "No? Very well, I can wait."
You had my heart inside (you're gonna wish you)
Of your hands (never had met me)
And you played it (tears are gonna fall)
To the beat (rolling in the deep)
His counterance softened again as he told her, "I know you want to ask me something."
Wednesday raised an eyebrow and asked mockingly, "Oh? Do tell."
"Don't you want to know if anything about it was real?" He asked innocently, too innocently.
No. No, she did not want to ask that. Wednesday didn't want to open herself up to that vulnerability. To let him know how much it bothered her. Tyler Galpin fooled her and she wouldn't let him win again. Wednesday pressed her lips together and said nothing as she turned to look outside the window. He let out a quietly amused chuckle at her refusal.
Why did she have to tell him to get into the car? Wednesday had been looking forward to the solitude of the long car ride home. A ride long enough to think about the sequel of her book, a ride long enough to think about the intriguing texts her stalker sent her and just decompress.
She felt him watching her before he almost crooned, "Oh my darling cockroach, don't you see?" Turning to look at him, she let out a shuddering breath at the obsession clear on his face. All directed at her. "If anything Laurel's orders made me reign myself in, lest I alerted you there was more to me than the sweet Normie boy I was pretending to be."
He shrugged, "Of course, I can still be sweet but I think you know that sweet isn't really our thing."
Losing the battle with her temper, Wednesday snarled, "We don't have a thing!"
His eyes flashed red, "You don't trust me, there is a difference. But Wednesday, I'll prove it, just watch me."
Wednesday, damn her Frump heart, told him with her chin held up high and black eyes burning, "Do your worst."
And Tyler smiled.
We could've had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
But you played it with a beating
"What is your plan here, Wednesday? You know my father will come to you first when he learns of my escape." Tyler asked after minutes of silence as the hearse drove closer and closer to her home.
Wednesday had to admit to herself that she had made an impulsive decision to stop the car and let the Hyde inside. Her parents could never learn of this, of what Tyler did to her. She already knew her mother would smile knowingly at her, like she never doubted that Wednesday would succumb to the Frump family curse like all the others before her.
And when they learned he was a Hyde?
Her father was going to be jubilant and assume she brought him with her so he could join the family as her consort. Like he hadn't betrayed her, left her to her death. Her mother would be even worse, Morticia Addams was going to want to talk to her about her feelings. They would think the whole thing was romantic.
Romantic.
She shuddered in horror.
Recovering from that awful thought she explained tonelessly, "No one will be able to find any evidence of you in the Addams family home for as long as you have our protection. Our ancesteral home protects it's own."
The Addams family manor was the main home of their family and had been theirs for centuries. It was the only place Wednesday ever felt truly comfortable. She had missed her home, the sanctuary of her room while at Nevermore. She'd missed the dark halls, the moans and groans of the ghost haunting the walls, the torture rooms she and her brother liked to play in.
His eyes were unbearably soft when he said, "You really missed your home, didn't you?"
For once Wednesday didn't have it in her to react with her usual venomous tongue, "Yes. My home is the only place where the members of the Addams family are truly accepted and can be at home. A place where we don't have to hide and conform."
Tyler tilted his head and asked, "Even you?"
She hated that she immediately understood what he meant, "Even me. As you might have noticed, my personality, hobby's and interests are not particularly acceptable to most even among the Outcasts. So, even I had to tone it down as much as I could afford. Outcasts know we are particular but it's best that they don't know how much we actually differ from them."
His eyes held a question and Wednesday was surprised to find that she didn't mind answering, "We are special in a way, I suppose one could say. The members of the Addams family have, as some have noticed, an abnormal reaction to certain things. Things that would hurt others, feels like bliss to an Addams. Things that would kill those so called normal people only tickles us. We like pain, we like the dark. It calls to us and we revel in it."
How it came to be that way for the Addams family was a secret that was only known to those born into the family. Or to those who bound themselves to the Addams family through blood.
They were witches.
Dark witches who got their power through blood magic, through potions and necromancy.
Through pain and suffering.
Through love.
Throw your soul through every open door (whoa)
Count your blessings to find what you look for (whoa)
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold (whoa)
You pay me back in kind and reap just what you've sown
We could've had it all (tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
We could've had it all (you're gonna wish you never had met me)
It all, it all, it all (tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
Growing up, Wednesday often wondered if there was something wrong with her, she knew from watching the others around her that something was missing within Wednesday. Even amongst her family she was different.
They were all able to understand their feelings and knew exactly what to say. They knew how to comfort, how to convince, how to empathise. It came natural to them in ways it didn't to Wednesday. But Wednesday couldn't do what they could no matter how often she tried, she just didn't see it, the emotions of others, and it wasn't for lack of trying.
People outside her family had their opinion ready, she was a sociopath, a psychopath. Dangerous and unpredictable.
Of course they hadn't been wrong, not exactly.
She was an Addams.
Labels didn't work for her family. For a long time, she was able to be comfortable with her only family and their eccentric ways as company. Her parents, brother, uncle and various cousins all well aware of her preferances and had adjusted to them, as she had to their own quirks. Still, Wednesday knew that their ways of showing affection were not exactly traditional.
Torture was so often misunderstood.
Her family knew her, knew she often didn't mean to be cruel. They knew she loved them with all of her black heart. Her parents had adjusted quickly and gladly at her clear difficulty with the softer side of things and never made her feel like she was wrong.
She now knew to appreciate that, after her time at Nevermore. But still, she sometimes found herself wishing that she was somewhat more like those around her. That she cared just a little bit more, like she'd told Bianca at the Rave'N. Emotions were confusing. Watching those around her spring into action at the sight of tears, or say the right thing at the right moment confused her. She couldn't understand.
It made things hard sometimes with her family, and often with Enid who wasn't quite used to her ways just yet. Harder even with those who showed more of an interest in her like Tyler and Xavier. Romantic interest both disgusted and confused her. Wednesday didn't know how to react, how to be understanding and kind, if she even wanted too.
Most of the times she didn't bother to but sometimes, sometimes she knew she hurt someone and she didn't know how to fix it.
So she'd warned them off, often and cruelly until they got the message.
Yet at Nevermore she found people who persisted and Wednesday was loath to admit that she'd found it charming in Tyler. Then finding out it had all been a lie? That she'd let down her guard, trusted him all the while he was manipulating and betraying her? Playing her the fool?
It broke something inside her.
Her fury never felt so bitter.
We could've had it all (you're gonna wish you)
(Never had met me)
Rolling in the deep (tears are gonna fall)
(Rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside (you're gonna wish you)
Of your hands (never had met me)
And you played it (tears are gonna fall)
To the beat (rolling in the deep)
"We are almost there." She declared pointingly as she saw the familiar surroundings that announced their soon to be arrival at 001 Cemetery Lane.
Tyler hummed thoughtfully as scratched at the blood almost dry on his face. "Alright..."
Wednesday glared, "We need to talk."
This was going to be humiliating, Wednesday thought sourly. She didn't want to explain her family to him, to explain what her parents were surely going to think the moment she stepped out of the car with a boy. Even worse, with a boy in a torn straight jacket, covered in blood and on the run for the police.
Her parents were going to love him.
Eyes moved over her face, searching, before he leaned forward, all of his attention once again on Wednesday and told her, "Tell me, Wednesday."
Wednesday steeled her resolve and started, "While I admire your sadisme and obsessive tendencies, I'm asking to keep it to a minimum while in my home."
"Oh?" Tyler questioned, single eyebrow raised.
Wednesday sighed and saw the interest rise on his face at her clear reluctance, "Yes. I don't need my parents to get the wrong idea."
"And what idea would that be, cockroach?" He asked, challangely.
Wishing she never had brought up, yet knowing it would have been worse if she didn't, Wednesday took a deep calming breath and began, "My parents have certain ideas about romance." Once again grateful for her inability to blush, she continued, "My father kidnaps my mother regularly, and my mother likes to poison my father whenever the mood strikes her. It's their favorite game to play."
She didn't dare meet his eyes, but still felt his smirk at the implications of what she told him.
Embarrassed, she returned to quietly seething in her seat.
Could've had it all (you're gonna wish you)
(Never had met me)
Rolling in the deep (tears are gonna fall)
(Rolling in the deep)
Home.
The Addams Estate was a sight to behold, Wednesday felt. With grand architecture, sharp edges and well-maintained grounds, everything about it showcased wealth and power. But at the same time, every detail screamed get out to those not of Addams blood. This was the home of the Addams family, not a place for outsiders. Nor for the weak, or the faint of heart. Wednesday loved her home, from the spiked gate upon entry, the sturdy iron bars that creaked open with only two snaps of Wednesday's fingers and a bit of blood, to the laughing ravens and broken railings underneath every window.
It was void of colour and life and everything was either a beautiful shade of black or grey. Their home was surrounded by miles of barren land, isolated out in the middle of nowhere with a dark forest at the back of their property where they liked to hunt. The manor was surrounded by dead trees and plants, and the only sound that could be heard was that of a distant hooting owl or the cawing of ravens. Her home had an eerie atmosphere, paired with an icy cold wind.
Wednesday utterly adored it.
Turning towards Tyler she gave him the last warning, "Our home protects those with Addams blood first and formost, so think carefully about that before you try to harm one of us." Casually she added, "Or don't, and make my day much more interesting."
He smirked at her, eyes dark, "Don't worry, cockroach. If anyone is allowed to hurt me, it's going to be you."
That was the last thing she heard before stepping outside the car to greet her parents.
Damn him.
You had my heart inside (you're gonna wish you)
Of your hands (never had met me)
But you played it, you played it, you played it
You played it to the beat