CHAPTER ONE
Malefic stared at the bird with a titled head. Had she been anyone else she would've found the creature odd, but compared to what she saw daily an owl clutching a letter was pretty tame.
"Is that for me?" Malefic asked the owl.
It hooted in confirmation and jumped forward ever so slightly as if coaxing her to take the - was that parchment? - from the bird. Malefic gave the creature a small smile and plucked the letter from its grasp.
As she opened the letter with her right hand (addressed to her by her former last name, how peculiar) she caressed the owl with her left hand. It preened under her gentle touch for a moment then stiffened.
Like something out of a horror movie its brown feathers fell off its body. The skin melted off next, followed by the organs and everything in between. And just like that where a proud tawny owl once stood there were just bones.
Malefic glanced away from the letter, and to the bird. It's eyeless form stared at her accusingly. "Oh don't be like that," she cooed. "You know that you prefer this."
If the owl could blink she was certain it would, the fully animated structure of bones let out a little hoot instead. Malefic's lips curled up further. "Would I be as daring to assume that you'll be staying with me, little corpse?" She asked. Another hoot. "Magnificent, do you like the name Goetic?"
The bird flew and rested on her shoulder. "It is a pleasure to meet you then Goetic," she murmured. "We must go and see Mother, do hold on."
She tapped her foot twice and the floor fell away. Goetic managed to let out a single alarmed squawk before they fell into the hole.
Just as quickly as the floor disappeared, it opened spouting out both girl and owl. The owl in question was biting at the girl's ear in discontent, she showed no notice to this. Instead she stared at the pale woman who was attending to the roses.
"Mother," Malefic called. Morticia Addams looked up at her daughter and gave her an adoring smile.
"Malefic, I didn't see you there. Well done." The girl smirked at the praise, happy to have escaped her mother's notice. "Who's that on your shoulder?"
"This is Goetic," Malefic introduced. "He came to deliver a message."
"A message?" Morticia asked curiously. "Who from?"
Malefic handed her mother the parchment that had somehow not ripped during the rabbit hole endeavor.
Miss M. Potter
Behind the Oil Painting on the Second Floor
Addams Family Mansion
0001 Cemetery Lane
"So that's where you've hidden your room," Morticia muttered.
"Rest assured I'll be changing it tonight," Malefic promised, her smirk widening.
Morticia smirked and pulled out the letter itself. Her eyes scanned it over and a large grin came to her face. "A witch? My my Malefic, what a pleasant surprise," Morticia hummed.
"Witch? Did you say witch?" Granny Frump exclaimed climbing out of the cupboard. "Give me that!" She demanded snatching the letter from an all too amused Morticia.
Granny's eyes darted from left to right as she frantically read over the letter. Had Malefic not been used to such antics she would've startled when Granny threw the letter away with a delighted shout.
She threw her body at Malefic and crushed the girl in her arms. "I always knew there was potential in you Macy."
"Malefic," she corrected absentmindedly.
"Yes so magnificent!" Granny agreed. Malefic and Morticia shared an amused look over Granny's shoulder. "Now go put on your worst robes and tell Wednesday and Pugsley to do the same."
"Pugsley doesn't have his robes anymore," Malefic informed her. "He used it as a noose for Lurch."
Granny clicked her tongue. "Silly boy, haven't we taught him that the best way to slaughter your enemies is by letting them slowly bleed-"
"Yes, Granny you did, you taught Wednesday and myself that as well but need I remind that you kill your mortal enemies in such a manner. Lurch is not Pugsley's mortal enemy, he's not even his enemy. He's his annoyance at best," Malefic lectured making her way to the doorway. "I'll go and inform Wednesday and wrangle something together for Pugsley."
An irritated hoot made Malefic remember her undead little friend. "My apologies little corpse, it was not my intention to ignore you." Goetic bit her ear to show his forgiveness.
Malefic stopped outside of her sister's door and knocked lightly. The door flew open and Malefic instinctively ducked, seconds later an axe flew over her head and latched itself in Uncle Fester's door.
"Malefic," Wednesday's serene voice greeted, "do come in."
"That won't be necessary, I only come to deliver a message. Granny has instructed that we put on our robes," Malefic told her.
"Curious, for what reason?" Wednesday asked.
Malefic smirked. "Now that would ruin the surprise," she teased and sauntered off. Down the hallway she paused. "Get down from there Pugsley, I must conjure new robes for you."
Silence, then:
THUMP!
Pugsley lay sprawled on the floor in front of his sister, he held a pair of garden sheers in his hands. He scrambled to his feet, his bloodshot eyes staring her eagerly.
"Robes? Where are we going?" He questioned.
"Somewhere where you cannot look like you crawled out of the vents, come." She took his hand and dragged him to one of the drawing rooms. Malefic pushed him onto a chair then circled around him not unlike a predator would its prey.
"You'll have to remove the flamethrower from your persons," she instructed. Pugsley let out a groan then pulled the flamethrower out from underneath his shirt and threw it with his garden sheers. "And the katana." He pulled it out of his pocket and tossed it with the flamethrower. "The baseball bat too." He gave her a mean look then reached behind his neck and pulled it out of his shirt. She stopped circling and stood directly before him. "I suppose the throwing knives can stay." Pugsley grinned toothily, Malefic didn't even blink at his rotting teeth.
She looked to Goetic on her shoulder who watched the display with a titled head. "Go to Mother, little corpse. I do not want you to get harmed while I conjure the robes, I'm sure she has a letter for you to send in the meantime."
Goetic gave a little hoot then flew out of the room with surprising grace for a bird made of nothing but bones.
"How would making robes hurt your pigeon?" Pugsley asked leaning forward in his chair.
"Death Magick is sensitive," Wednesday's voice rang out. "For other magicks to interfere with it so soon after being conjured could mutilate it. Which is something Granny taught us when we were but toddlers, she'll be disappointed to hear that you don't pay attention to her lessons."
"When is Granny not disappointed in him?" Malefic muttered glancing to her sister who stood in the doorway. Wednesday as instructed was wearing her pitch black robes, wearing her signature black dress with white cutoffs underneath.
"That's true," Wednesday agreed.
Malefic cleared her throat and concentrated on Pugsley's striped shirt and shorts, imagining them as dark gray robes. She felt a tug at her magick core and her power moved to her fingertips. She concentrated it toward the clothes and just as she had thought it the clothing grew into robes.
She lowered her hands with a satisfied grin and turned to Wednesday who watched the ordeal with bored eyes having seen her sister do these things before.
"We're going to the community for you," she said matter of fact-ly.
The community is what the family called the Wizarding World, more specifically places that hags, banshees and other dark creatures hung about.
"Yes," Malefic agreed. "As it so turns out, I am a borne witch."
"But we all ready knew that!" Pugsley said in a duh tone. "You do magick all the time," he twirled around in his robes to prove a point.
Wednesday stared at her brother as if wondering if torturing him slowly would allow him to develop a few braincells. "I do so wonder why we didn't feed you to the closet when you were born," she murmured. "As you should've known had you listened to Granny's lessons there is a difference in magick cores. A necromancer has magick, but that does not make them a borne witch although they sometimes have a little stray Borne Magick that allows them to perform simple spells. Just as being a borne witch does not make one a necromancer although they too can sometimes dabble with a little Death Magick.
"We assumed that Malefic was a necromancer, and not a borne witch but it seems we were mistaken. It is rare but cores merge and the magick user can fall into two categories as is the case with our dear sister."
"A few examples of magick cores that don't make borne witches are Divination Magicks, Goblin Magicks and Hedge Magicks," Malefic added. "The most common combination of magicks is Divination Magick and Borne Magick but as Wednesday said merged cores are rare. Of course we are barely even touching base as there are subcategories within Borne Magicks but that would take a very long time to discuss and I must get ready."
Malefic sauntered out of the drawing room and made her way to the second floor. She tap the oil painting twice in the right corner and it opened up like a doorway allowing her entrance into her room.
As the painting snapped shut behind her her hands traced the wooden wall. "We'll have to change rooms again, Mother was informed of my sleeping quarters."
She felt a thrum beneath her fingers and moments later her room shifted. All of her possessions were still present however they were rearranged to fit into the differently shaped room. "Where are we within the house?"
The thrum in response made her smile. "Thank you," she murmured. Malefic lifted her fingertips gently from the now stone wall and opened her closet to pull out her robes.
They were much like Wednesday's only Malefic's had a hood that had sewn in sigils. She slipped the clothing item on and moved to her vanity table. With great precision she divided her hair into different sections and braided a ribbon into it. Once it was braided until her shoulder blades she rolled it into a low bun below her ears.
Giving herself a once over she gave a satisfied smile and moved to the left corner of the room then pulled at the string that was attached to the roof.
Stairs formed from the opening to the girl's feet. She climbed these and made her way to the entrance hall, not glancing back as the stairs and the opening disappeared.
"Ma Petite Mort!"* Gomez Addams greeted his daughter with open arms. "Truly horrific news, another witch in the family! Why we couldn't be more proud!"
Malefic's mouth quirked into a small smile and she went to stand before her father who gave her a clap on the shoulder. "Thank you Father. Shall we go?" She looked to her mother who stood beside her father as she asked this.
"Yes," Morticia answered. "Come now children, we must be off. Fester, do not destroy the house too much while we are out!" She called out over her shoulder.
The last thing Malefic heard before the doors were closed was her uncle's cackling.
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LAST EDITED: 01/10/2022
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*Ma Petite Mort is a euphemism for an orgasm. This nickname was kept in the story because I believe the Addams' would find it ironic and humorous that Malefic did not come from an orgasm of Gomez's.
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granny: *crawling out of the freezer on with her belly facing upward and her head turned 180*
morticia: *throws her a raw steak that she catches with her teeth*
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