Woeful Melody Chapter 3, a wednesday fanfic

A/N: Song is Alive by Sia.

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Here is chapter three, enjoy!

I was born in a thunderstorm
I grew up overnight
I played alone
I played on my own
I survived

Wednesday knew her mother was hiding something from her, she could see the excited sparkle in Morticia's dark eyes when their eyes met the next morning. But her mother didn't say anything and so, Wednesday didn't ask.

She found herself acting different towards her mother ever since they'd worked together when whole Garrett Gates part of the investigation happened. They'd worked well together, she found in the Mayor's office. Her mother'd surprised her. Ever since then Wednesday found herself respecting her mother every now and then. It was a strange, uncomfortable feeling she wasn't used to.

Grandmama arrived amidst a plume of smoke from the fireplace, and immediately took charge of the kitchen. She was entirely unfazed by Tyler's presence, and Wednesday wondered if she could have seen it in a vision that her granddaughter would get in this situation with the Hyde that haunted her. Though what had she seen that made her act like it was normal to have this boy join them in their home? Wednesday didn't dare to ask.

After Grandmama was done appraising his tall, solid frame, she declared that they would have to go hunting together sometime, and that was it. He was accepted. Tyler fitted with her family and Wednesday didn't know how to feel about it.

How was this the same boy who told her he found the sounds of panic and the taste fear of his prey so very delicious? Was it another one of his games? If it was, if he was playing with her and her family's good will, she was going to murder him. Slowly, painfully and with a rusted spoon.

But for now she decided to watch.

She watched as he played games with Pugsley, hunted with her father and helped her mother with the heavy lifting in her garden. Yesterday her mother had kept close eyes on him but today something had changed. She'd even started to call him darling, like he was family.

Wednesday could only come to one conclusion.

Her mother must have had a vision.

Hey
I wanted everything I never had
Like the love that comes with the dark
I wore envy and I hated that
But I survived

Wednesday had missed her Grandmama's belladonna porridge. There was no one who could make her favorite breakfast meal as well as Eudora Addams did. She scooped up a bite of the cement-like sludge and hummed in satisfaction. The little black berries of the belladonna really added some extra flavor.

"Sis, do you want to come fishing with me?" Pugsley asked hopefully as they sat around the breakfast table. Her parents were, as usual, whispering sweet nothings to each other on the other side of the table. Wednesday sneered in disgust and gratefully turned her attention to her brother.

Wednesday looked at her little brother and said tonelessly, "I would rather poke hot needles in my own liver."

Tyler, who was poking at the breakfast meal Grandmama had made for him looked worriedly between the two of them, not yet used to the way they spoke to each other. They might sound cruel, but that was the Addams way. They liked the pain of torture, the cruel words spoken to each other. It was their way of showing how much they cared.

Pugsley grinned meanly, "We could do that anyway."

Wednesday hummed, it would be nice to spent some time away from the Hyde she brought home with her. And she had missed Pugsley while at Nevermore. Torture just wasn't the same unless she was torturing her brother.

"Acceptable. I will meet you outside in an hour."

"Could I join you two?" Tyler asked tentively and she had to stop herself from baring her teeth. Seeing this, Tyler grinned and added, "I've heard about your favorite bait from your sister, Pugsley. It's sounds really fun."

"Of course!" Pugsley grinned at the Hyde as he side-eyed his sister. "The more the merrier, right sis?"

Wednesday threw her plate at him.

I had a one-way ticket to a place where all the demons go
Where the wind don't change
And nothing in the ground can ever grow
No hope, just lies
And you're taught to scream into your pillow
But I survived

They were sitting in the library together, her mother and Wednesday, later that afternoon when Morticia suddenly announced, "The Sheriff is standing at the gate."

"Sheriff Galpin?" Wednesday smirked, "Shall we give him an appropriate welcome?"

Her mother's eyes flashed, "Indeed we shall, daughter."

Tyler had been right, this must have been one of the first stops Sheriff Galpin made after his son escaped yesterday. How desperate the man must be, now that everybody knew about his son, wife and how he must have known all along. The ghastly rumors surrounding the Galpin family must be absolutely horrific. Wednesday was almost tempted to contact Enid and ask her about it.

Almost, but not quite.

How was it the man was still the Sheriff? Or was it more likely that they let him keep his job just so he could hunt for his son. Wednesday couldn't imagine there were a lot of people volunteering for the job of catching a Hyde.

Turning her attention to Thing who was laying by the boiling hot fire, she snapped at him, "Go warn Tyler to stay in his room. We have a visiting Sheriff."

Thing sprang up and quickly scuttled off through the window to Tyler's room where he was surely changing clothes after Wednesday shoved him in the lake this morning. They had a nice time, Tyler, Pugsley and Wednesday. Tyler had a strong pitchers arm which made throwing the bait even more interesting. Still, after catching herself almost smiling at him, she knew she had to put an quick stop to it.

So Wednesday pushed him into the lake. She had been sad to not hear him scream after he found out about the alligators swimming in their lake. Instead he had just grinned at her, a knowing look on his face, and promised to pay her back.

She decidingly did not shiver at the dark promise in those sly eyes.

A few moments later a knock sounded on the dark oaken door of the library. Wednesday looked up when Lurch led Sheriff Galpin inside to where both she and her mother had been reading from their personal grimoires. The full moon was tonight and Wednesday was planning on performing a ritual.

She had been searching for the right one, the one who just clicked with her needs but hadn't found it yet. It was important that she found it soon, the weather would be perfect tonight.

"Miss Addams, Mrs. Addams, thank you for agreeing to speak with me." Sheriff Galpin said as he took of his hat. Wednesday looked at him and wasn't impressed with what she saw, his weakness clear for all to see. The man was pale and haggart and not in a good way. He looked like he hadn't had a good nights sleep in months, let alone time to eat a healthy meal.

Wednesday hid her smile of satisfaction, the stress was clearly getting to him.

Good, Wednesday thought darkly, he deserved no less.

The Sheriff had to have known it was Tyler killing those people. How could he not have when the same thing happened when it was his wife killing people in the exact same way? He had known, yet let Wednesday around on a wild goose chase. He had known yet he didn't do anything to help his son, he just covered up the crimes and let it happen.

How could a father not notice?

Wednesday knew her own father was a goofy fool but she had faith that he would have noticed something so momentous happening to one of his children, not to mention her mother. Wednesday certainly came by her stalking and spying habits honestly.

"Sheriff, welcome to our home. To what do we own this little visit?" Her mother asked with a sharpness hidden in her smile. Wednesday lips quirked up, her father might have forgiven the Sheriff for arresting him, but her mother certainly hadn't.

Clearing his throat, the sheriff began, "Tyler has escaped from custody."

Deciding to keep quiet for a moment longer, Wednesday let her mother do the talking, "Oh?"

The skin around his eyes thightened at Morticia's very casual reply and he looked around the room as if he was expecting Tyler to come out behind one of the bookcases. His gaze was caught on a painting, one of Wednesday's favorites.

"Wednesday's great-aunt Calpurnia." Her mother explained when she saw where the Sheriff was looking. "She was burned as a witch in 1706. They said she danced naked in the town square and enslaved the minister. But don't worry, we've told Wednesday college first."

Tyler's father eye twitched and Wednesday hid her smirk. He seemed to decide to ignore what her mother just said as looked from Wednesday to her mother and sighed tiredly, "Miss Addams, Wednesday, do you know where he might be?"

"And why, Sheriff, should I have any idea where he might have gone?" Was her monotonous reply, letting him stew for as long as possible. Donovan Galpin didn't deserve to know where his son was even if Tyler had wanted to let his father know. Which he did not.

Donovan Galpin had shot his own son, after ignoring him for years and always making something else his priority. First his wife and then his job. He hadn't been much of a father to Tyler and Wednesday, despite her anger at the boy, could not tolerate that.

Tyler was hers.

Hers to hurt, hers to- she quickly cut of that train of thought.

Though Wednesday certainly appreciated the way Tyler could hold a grudge. It appealed to her own deep-seated wrath.

He didn't meet her eyes when he said awkwardly, "Well, you two had something of a thing, did you not?"

"Do you mean before or after he tried to kill me?" Wednesday asked coldly as the Sheriff flushed with shame. Good. How dare he bring up her weakness for all to hear.

Her mother spoke up and suggested gently, "Sheriff, we do not know where your son is and I would appreciate it if you could stop questioning my daughter about that awfulness. Perhaps you should look elsewhere?"

"You should know, he killed again when escaping custody." The Sheriff blurted out with a desperate look on his face, "We need to find him before he murders anyone else. Are you sure you haven't seen him, Addams?"

"Did he?" Wednesday quirked her lips and saw the Sheriff pale. "Well, that's certainly interesting but if you must make me repeat myself, Sheriff, I haven't seen your son or the Hyde since the night he left me for dead in the crypt we had our first date in." Deciding she had enough, Wednesday told him with a dead look in her eyes, "Now please excuse me, I've got a ritual to prepare for."

"Go, darling." Her mother told her with a stern glare in Sheriff Galpin's direction as the Sheriff mouthed a silent 'ritual?'. "I'm sure the Sheriff can find his own way out."

The Sheriff nodded and took the hint.

I'm still breathing, I'm still breathing
I'm still breathing, I'm still breathing
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive

Knocking on Tyler's door she didn't wait for his permission to enter his room.

Tyler was half-hidden behind the velvet curtain hanging by his window, watching his father drive away. "What did he want?"

"He wanted to know if I had seen you, of course." At his questioning look, she shrugged, "I lied."

Tyler smiled wryly, "Thank you. And thank you for sending Thing to warn me, I don't want to know what my father would have done if he found me here." He rolled his eyes and rubbed a spot on his chest, "Oh who am I kidding, he would probably shoot me again."

Before she knew it, Wednesday was standing in front of him and had put a hand on the spot he was rubbing, "If you want, we could do some target practice of our own on your dear father."

She looked up and froze. He was staring at her with that look in his eyes, the same look as that night at the Weathervane. Frozen she watched his eyes move to her mouth and back up to her eyes again, questioning. Wednesday didn't dare breathe, heart pounding and eyes unable to look away from his. One of Tyler's hands went to her cup her jaw and he slowly moved closer.

And still Wednesday didn't move.

Just before their lips touched, he asked breathlessly, "Can I kiss you?"

Instead of answering, Wednesday closed the distance and did what her body begged her to do since she saw him standing there, covered in blood at the side of the road.

She kissed him.

When their lips met it was everything it had been the first time, and nothing like it in the same breath. They kissed, soft at first. Careful with each other but that didn't take long. Wednesday was never going to be one for soft, gentle and careful and to her satisfication, neither was Tyler.

Soon their teeth clashed as the intensity increased and Wednesday lost herself in the kiss, of the feeling of him pressed against her, chest to chest. Teeth clashing, tongues battling for dominance, and Wednesday decided to follow her urge to bite him. A strong bite to his bottom lip that made him groan out loud as she licked away the blood from the wound her teeth left in his mouth, a smile curling around her bloody mouth.

He tasted delicious.

Tyler's hand on her waist gripped her tightly, almost pinning her in place. She moved her hands up from his chest to drape them across his neck, one hand going up to grab his hair. She tugged on it experimentally, and he groaned, causing a delicious vibration in her mouth. It was a noise that she wanted to hear again so she pulled harder.

"I've wanted to do this for so fucking long. God, Wednesday, you taste better than fear," He admitted with a groan as he shot her an incendiary smirk before pulling her in for another kiss. She nipped his lip playfully and he growled, and picked her in one swift move up. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist as he slammed her back against the wall of his room with a satisfying bang.

She moaned, a sound she'd never made before, at the sting of pain of the wall hitting her back. It sprang from Wednesday's mouth and startled her out of whatever spell he had on her. Stiffening as she realised their position, she broke her mouth away from his. She looked into his dark eyes, an abyss so dark staring back at her that she could see herself reflected in them. Eyes moving over his shoulder, Wednesday told him, "Put me down."

"Wednesday..." He whispered softly, his thump caressing her cheekbone.

"Put me down, now." Perhaps he felt her hand move to the dagger strapped to her thigh because he quickly but gently set her down.

Legs back on the floor, mind working furiously, she took a moment to ask herself what she'd done. How could she be so weak and let him kiss her? All her progress distancing herself from him, ruined. Now he knew she still felt something for him.

She'd lost again.

Smoothing down her clothes, she determinedly didn't meet his eyes. Wednesday needed to leave, now. She resolutly turned around on her heel and marched out, head held up proudly. She heard him move and fearing he might try to stop her and what her reaction to that might be, she looked back.

Her breath hitched at the sight he made, mouth red and somehow half the buttons of his shirt undone, Tyler leaned back agains the wall and told her lazily, "See you soon, cockroach."

Quickly turning around, Wednesday cursed herself for her weakness as she all but ran away from him.

She closed the door to his soft laughter.

Quickly walking down the hallway to find something she could destroy, Wednesday was not surprised to find her Grandmama there, waiting for her. Grandmama was a powerful witch with knowledge Wednesday both envied and admired. Her grandmother always knew what the members of their family needed, in food or otherwise.

"Here, granddaughter. You'll need this for tonight." Her grandmother patted her hand and shoved a slim leatherbound book in her hand before she left Wednesday alone in the dungeon.

Looking down, she saw what the title of the black leather book said in a fetching crimson red that reminded her of freshly spilled blood;

Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc.

I found solace in the strangest place
Way in the back of my mind
I saw my life in a stranger's face
And it was mine

The thunderstorm was at it's highest point when Wednesday cast her solitary circle in the clearing in the forest and started the ritual. The wind was roaring all around her as the rain pounded down, soaking her black silk nightgown. She smiled, feeling the power of the thunderstorm.

Never she felt as alive as when standing in a furious storm, performing magic. Thunder crashed around Wednesday, wind whipping at her hair and nightgown as the rain started pouring down in ice cold drops.

Tonight was perfect for the ritual she was planning. She needed the power of the full moon, the rage of the thunder and the cleansing power of the torrential downpour streaming alongst her body, soaking the forest floor. This ritual was special, added by her mother from her own grimoire into the Addams family one, made for Frump woman who had been wronged by their hearts chosen.

Wednesday sneered at those words. Hearts chosen, as if it was something good instead of choking her up, driving her mad. Like it was something she chose. She needed to do the ritual before she tore herself up more than she already had. Her mind and heart needed to calm down and be reasonable again.

According to the grimoire, this ritual should remove all unnatural emotions from the witch casting the spell. Wednesday couldn't wait until everything was back to normal, to be her usual self again instead of this wreck of a teenage girl wronged by a boy.

Logic and her intelligence were her greatest strengths yet with the way her mind was fighting against the Frump curse wasn't helpful, not in the slightest. It was driving her insane and it was time for it to stop.

Wednesday just wanted it to stop.

Her long lose hair whipped around her as she started the chant for the purification ritual.

I'm still breathing, I'm still breathing
I'm still breathing, I'm still breathing
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive

You took it all, but I'm still breathing
You took it all, but I'm still breathing
You took it all, but I'm still breathing
You took it all, but I'm still breathing
You took it all, but I'm still breathing
You took it all, but I'm still breathing
You took it all, but I'm still breathing
You took it all, but I'm still breathing

When Wednesday woke up the next morning it was in her own bed and with a shadow standing over her. Despite her mind still hazy from the magic she cast last night and the power of the storm still running through her, Wednesday didn't hesitate.

She subtly reached underneath her pillow and grabbed the dagger laying there. Looking through her eyelashes, Wednesday fought to keep her expression calm and still so whoever it was who was standing there didn't realise she had woken up. Taking a subtle sniff, she realised she could smell coffee and the faintest hint of blood.

Tyler.

His unexpected presence felt unreal, and Wednesday struggled to come up with a reason as to what was he doing in her room, staring at her like that. Experimentally, she throws the dagger she keeps hidden beneath her pillow. She was both pleased and disappointed in equal measure when he dodged gracefully. The knife hits her bedroom wall with a thud and stuck in deeply.

She sighed, disappointed. If this were a dream, the dagger would have made its home in Tyler's torso. Too bad that it appeared she was awake, Wednesday liked a bit of blood and pain in the morning to wake her up.

"You're so fucking weird," he sighed fondly. "Good morning, Wednesday."

"Tyler." Wednesday realised she was in her bed, hair unbound and in her nightgown. No one outside of her closest family had ever seen her with her hair unbound. Not even Enid had seen her in such a state, Wednesday always making sure she woke up before her roommate. Narrowing her eyes she asked him in a hiss, "What are you doing in my room?"

He shrugged, "I wanted to check on you. Your mother told me you were performing a ritual last night in the storm and it looked bad out there."

Eyes still narrowed, she told him, "I needed the storm. The violence of it was breathtaking and helped power the ritual."

He looked curious but didn't ask what exactly she had been doing last night, which Wednesday appreciated. She wouldn't have admitted that she needed to perform a ritual for the sole purpose of getting him out of her shriveled black heart anyway. Deciding she had enough of laying around in bed, Wednesday shoved the covers off her and stood up.

"Whoa, you look-" Tyler breath hitched and Wednesday hid her smirk. With wide eyes he said, "Your hair is lose."

Raising an eyebrow she gave him a look that questioned his intelligence, "Astute observation."

Wednesday decided to take pity on him and went to get her robe. Wrapping the dramatic silk lace monstrosity her mother got her around her body, Wednesday took stock of herself and was surprised to find that the burning ball of wrath in her stomach had calmed down, as had the swirling intrusive thoughts. She didn't feel the immediate need to scratch Tyler's eyes out, the urge to gut him and let the ravens feast on his entrails.

No rage, no feeling of cadaver beetles crawling under her skin.

It was silent in her mind once again, her emotions as calm as they were before she went to Nevermore. She felt grounded again. The cleansing had worked, the power of the storm and the spell Grandmama had given her, had calmed her furious emotions. Finally.

Daring to take a look at the boy still standing in her room watching her with a funny smile on his face, Wednesday felt her stomach flutter.

Damn it.

I have made every single mistake
That you could ever possibly make
I took and I took and I took what you gave
But you never noticed that I was in pain
I knew what I wanted, I went in and got it
Did all the things that you said that I wouldn't
I told you that I would never be forgotten
And all in spite of you

"Daughter, I see the ritual of last night worked well?" Her mother said as she gently swept away a piece of her hair from Wednesday forehead.

Wednesday scowled, "Almost. I just can't seem to get rid of this one last thing."

Morticia Addams looked at her daughter and sighed, "Darling, the ritual you used can't get rid of something pure, something that is meant to be felt."

"Mother, you can't be serious. I- this cannot be natural." Wednesday almost sputtered in her horror at her mother's words.

Her mother tilted her chin up and told her, "Wednesday Addams, you are the daughter of my womb, blood of my blood. I know you struggle with this, darling. But I also know you know better. Love is a beautiful thing, and it makes you powerful."

Wednesday scoffed.

"Oh?" Her mother asked with a raised eyebrow and Wednesday knew she had walked in a trap. "Have you not noticed how much your magic has grown since the Frump family curse found you?"

"That's why my magic has grown more powerful lately?" Wednesday couldn't keep her distaste of her face at the idea. Emotions made one weak was her firmest belief.

"Yes." Her mother said simply. "Remember my prickly little porcupine, our magic is rooted in blood, in darkness and in love. The moment we find our mate, our magic starts to grow. The curse my family is blessed with isn't much of a curse if one has found the right partner. I was your age when I met your father and as our relationship deepend, so did my magic. As it had with all those who came before me. It's natural, darling."

Then a vicious spark entered her mother's eyes, something that reminded Wednesday of the mother she had seen when confronting the Mayor. A smirk grew on Morticia's face and she told Wednesday, "But do make him work for it, daughter. He shouldn't be expecting to be forgiven immediately, now does he?"

Wednesday's eyes grew wide, "You know what he did to me?"

A cold smile flashed over her face as she gently straightened Wednesday's bangs, "Of course I do, Wednesday. You are my daughter, blood of my blood, my firstborn. We are connected."

And Wednesday understood, "You saw it in a vision."

"Yes, my cruel child of woe. I saw it in a vision. But before you accuse me of endangering you, I also saw what that woman did to him. What he did to help you, as much as he could. I believe you yourself have some idea of what was done to him?"

Wednesday frowned, "I found Faulkner's journal. In it was descriped the way for a master to control a Hyde."

Dark eyes just like her own stared at her, willing her to come to some conclusion. Wednesday scowled, frustrated, when the answer eluded her.

"Darling, he couldn't have refused Laurel Gates from the moment she became his master. He had to no choice but to obey." A satisfied smile appeared and her mother continued, "But you killed her, Wednesday. Tyler's master is dead, and it seems like he doesn't have a need for another one. He's free now to be himself, to do whatever he wants to."

"While I find the thought of him needidng another master distasteful, it would have given me some peace of mind. To have him in my control." Wednesday admitted.

Morticia laughed, "Darling daughter, be glad you aren't his master. You would have grown bored of an obedient pet, little viper. You, Wednesday, need a partner who fights as hard as you do. An equel, a killer as you yourself are."

Wednesday scowled, hating that her mother made a very good point there, "And yet, I still can't trust him."

Her mother raised an eyebrow, "Can't or won't, darling raven of mine?"

"Both." Admitted Wednesday. "Mother, how can I even begin with trusting him again when I don't know what was true?"

Her mother shrugged gracefully and as she walked out of room, she called over her shoulder, "So find out what his precise orders were."

Wednesday's mind came to a stop. Her mother was right, if she could find out what exactly Laurel ordered him to do, then she could find out what he had done. What was coming from him and what was done on Laurel Gates's orders.

It was time for another interrogation.

...Where had Lurch put her tasers again?

And I'm still breathing, I'm still breathing
I'm still breathing, I'm still breathing
I'm alive (You took it all, but I'm still breathing)
(You took it all, but I'm still breathing)
I'm alive (You took it all, but I'm still breathing)
(You took it all, but I'm still breathing)
I'm alive (You took it all, but I'm still breathing)
(You took it all, but I'm still breathing)
I'm alive

Her father told her he'd sent Tyler to the forest behind their home, apparently the boy had been antsy and felt the urgent need to kill something. Luckily, there was a lot of big game in the forest and so Tyler had gone for a hunt in his Hyde form. She hoped he left the bears alone, they made for good cave-mates when the mood struck.

Wednesday, from her vantage point on the boulder watched as the Hyde's beautifully grotesque form shrank and turned back into what was perhaps her favorite version of him, a bloody Tyler.

Naked as the day he was born, Tyler turned her way and grinned, teeth bloody, "Hello cockroach, did you like watching me slaughter those deer?"

"Hello monster," Wednesday greeted, trying out a nickname of her own for the first time in her life, "Of course I did. You know I feel about blood."

He smirked, "That I do."

Standing up, Wednesday hopped down from the rock she had been laying on, and walked up to where Tyler had started getting dressed again. "We need to talk."

"So talk," He told her with an intense look on his face. "I've been waiting for you to start asking questions."

"Even though it will be uncomfortable for you?" Wednesday didn't know why she asked that, what did she care if her questions made him uncomfortable? It was the least he owned her.

And yet, somewhere in her mind, she didn't want to hurt him with her questions. The ritual had gotten rid of the worst of her anger, and thus the urge to truly hurt him. She had seen him in her visions, the beginning of how he and Laurel bonded as master and Hyde. How afraid he had been, shackled and alone in that horrible cave. She liked torture as much as any Addams, but not like that. That was not the Addams way.

"What were your exact orders concerning me?" She finally asked, slightly uncomfortable.

He sighed, "That isn't an as easy question as you might think. Laurel liked giving vague orders just so she had an excuse to punish me for my failure. I learned quickly not to fail, a least, until I met you. Her punishment the night of the Rave'N was horrific, but worth it."

"Until me?" She asked, ignoring the rest for the moment. His comment about Laurel's way of punishing him would be addressed at a later date, when she knew more.

Tyler smirked, sardonic. "Until you. When she ordered me to take care of Eugene, I knew what she meant. I also knew that you wouldn't forgive me if I killed the little bee boy."

Wednesday fought to keep any expression off her face, "So you could, in fact, circumvent her orders."

"No, not really." Tyler winced, "If she gave a direct order I had to do what she said, but if she kept it even the slightest bit vague, then I had some wiggle room. I, and Hyde too, just didn't care enough to use it most of the time. She knew what she was doing, breaking me."

"Tyler, what were your exact orders towards me?" She had to ask, if only so she knew how much to pay him back for.

Staring her straight in the eyes, Tyler was silent for a moment, "To distract you, to kidnap you, to make sure you wouldn't find out what she was planning until the right moment. To never let you know who the monster in the woods really was until it was the right time."

"To distract me." She repeated slowly. Not taking her eyes of him, Wednesday asked, "She didn't specify?"

Tyler flushed, "Not until she saw us at the Rave'N together. She was delighted that you had asked me of all people."

"Who else would I have asked?" Wednesday told him with confusion in her voice. "Anyway, surely you know by now that Thing was the one who asked you? I would never have written that disgustingly sweet note."

"I know, but you still went with me." Tyler grinned, eyes dark and completely focussed on her.

Wednesday acknowledged his point with a nod and let her lips quirk up, "I'm still disappointed that they didn't use real blood."

A wicked grin came over his face and Wednesday felt the anticipation spread through her, "Darling cockroach, if you want to be covered in real blood, then real blood we will get."

Wednesday shivered and an answering grin, wicked and complete with dimples, appeared on her own face as she held out a hand to him, "Very well. That is an acceptable activity for our second date."

She would give him this chance. Wednesday would allow herself this weakness, just this once.

"Good." Tyler said as he swept his tongue over his teeth, "I've been waiting for this ever since I saw your reaction to the prank at the dance."

"So have I."

I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive

Wednesday finally admitted it to herself as she watched him hunt for her, for them. She wanted to rip open his rib cage and crawl inside. She wanted to pull out his heart and consume it, just so she would always have him with her.

And from the looks he shot her, he wanted the same.

She wanted them, the boy, the monster and anything in between.

How dreadful. How intoxicating.

How wicked.