1. Glowing Introductions
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Lillian
When I was small I often wondered what my mother was doing, where she was, if she was thinking of me. But the truth is, the woman before me is my mother. Morticia. She has given me a home, a family, and loved me like her own. She has given me everything a mother should.
So I don't know why my blood donor has suddenly taken an interest in my life.
Admittedly, Wednesday's and I recent expulsion was more grander than our last. The attempted murder charge against my sister is apparently a sticking point for most schools. Well, the boring schools that is. Nevermore, on the other hand, sees it as a bonus apparently. Along with my arson charge.
Not that I was trying to light a fire.
If I had been, everyone would be dead and there would be no witnesses. But to admit failure, to admit that I didn't get the job done right? I might not be an Addams by blood but their particular mindset has slowly rubbed off on me. Even if my pack instinct drives them nuts.
Besides, Morticia is proud of me. I only maimed twelve people with this fire, that's a new low. A sign of improvement. Not to mention she understands that Wednesday and I were only protecting Pugsley but... well my sister and our mother, they don't exactly see eye to eye.
Ironic, considering the visions that have been plaguing Wednesday. Yet she refuses to speak to her mother about it, her mother who has visions of her own. She claims they haven't been going on long, but that's how she knew it was the swim team that hurt Pugsley, and her familiarity with the vision's form would suggest she's been having them for a while. Or if not a while then she certainly has more than one.
Wednesday's head snaps back at such an awful angle that I yelp and fight down a scream, cradling Pugsley into my side so he can't see his sister.
What the hell is happening to Wednesday?
Her eyes have rolled back into her head, trembles rack her body and her breath is coming in uneven gasps. Oh god, is she having a seizure. What are you supposed to do when someone has a seizure?
I jerk back as Wednesday snaps back to life, looking around as though she doesn't recognise where we are. Her gaze suddenly locks on Pugsley who is cradled in my arms.
"Pull yourself together, Pugsley. Emotion is controlling you." She declares, rising to her feet.
"Wednesday?" I question.
"Leave this to me Lilith. Your fire will be of no use here."
"What are you going to do?" Pugsley asks, voicing my question.
"What I do best." I can hear my sister's smirk and worry settles in my stomach, right next to the sadistic glee at knowing my sister is going to do something terrible.
"Come on Pugs." I murmur, "Let's get you to class."
I desperately avoid looking at the couple before me, their love is admirable but quite frankly sickening. I wince, catching sight of the three birds crashing against our windshield. Wednesday gives me a side eye, a silent question in her gaze. We rarely talk yet we know what the other means.
Are you okay?
The only time my sister has ever asked that question, ever shown that care. Because when you communicate using body language and looks it's hard to hide how you feel. I give her a subtle nod, even as the dead birds sicken me. I've always been better with animals than people. Morticia claims it's a bygone loyalty from my Dracona heritage. Wednesday says it because I've worked out creatures that can't talk back make for better company.
Either way, I adore animals of any kind. My people were on this earth long before creatures and humans developed, long before witch hunts, industries and the modern day. We lived in harmony with nature, in harmony with the magic that had flown through the earth at the time. That allowed us to live as we did.
Now we are nothing.
Nothing more than a few families left drifting on the wind.
"How long do you intend to give us the cold shoulder, dear." Morticia sweetly asks Wednesday who gives me a quick look.
"I would like to remind you that We-"
Morticia holds up a hand, silencing me and I swallow heavily, quickly looking down and avoiding Wednesday's little nudge of a pinky finger against my leg.
"You're both going to love Nevermore." Gomez declares, unperturbed by the awkward atmosphere. "Aren't they Tish? It will be perfect for them both."
"Of course it is, it's the perfect school for them." Morticia's voice is velvety smooth, flowing through the car with such grace and power that you can't help but be transfixed.
"Why?" My sister, on the other hand, has such a demanding tone that one listens out of sheer fear. "Because it was the perfect school for you."
Shit.
Not this argument again.
"I have no interest in following in your footsteps, becoming captain of the fencing team, queen of the dark prom," Morticia makes no move to hide her smirk of delight. "President of the seance society."
"I merely meant that finally you would be among peers that would understand you." Her voice is husky smooth but I wince at her words.
"How will they understand us mother?" Wednesday demands, eyes narrowing. "Lilith will be treated as no better than a zoo animal for her heritage, at least else where she was another body in the crowd. And I will once again be forced around people, which you know i despise and not in a fun way."
Gomez and Morticia share a look as I sink further into my sister, desperate to hide away from the truth of Wednesday's words. One of the last Dracona, the dragon people. Dragon riders, fire wielders, some even claim we were once dragon shifters when our blood ran thick.
"Just-" Gomez cuts himself off. "Try and make some friends, sweethearts. This is your best shot. Nevermore is like no other boarding school, it's magical. It's where I met your mother."
I force an awkward smile as the two fawn over each other, reminiscing past memories.
"You are making me uncomfortable." I plead and Morticia's eyes narrow on me while Gomez forces a smile.
"Sorry, my little firecracker." Gomez coos and we share a sharp smile.
"I would like to remind you, daughters of mine, that we were not the ones who got you expelled" Morticia's unnerving gaze darts to mine. "Not to mention that the boy's parents were going to press charges for what you did, as proud as I am of you for it, the charges are still there, Lilith."
"What was she supposed to do?" Wednesday. "Lie down like a dog and roll over."
I flinch at her words, once again wishing that my sister found a better way to convey her heartless words.
"And what about your attempted murder charges, Wednesday?" She asks, arching a perfectly manicured eyebrow. "How would that look on your record?"
"Terrible. Everyone would know I failed to get the job done."
We pull into the nevermore gates as they dramatically open before us, the dark weather around us seems to please the Addams. Something I find rather hard to relate to. But storms, oh I do love storms. I'm all or nothing in that regard. I would rather have a raging storm or a sunny day. I can't deal with the middle ground of rain and mist. It dampens my powers.
But there's something about storms that bring me to life.
"At least it's turning out to be a beautiful day." Morticia comments absently as she stares out the window.
The school is so typically horror that I already know Wednesday is going to love it, whether she wants to admit it or not. I'll admit, there's a certain gothic appeal to the castle. Because it's more of a castle than a school or manor with the turrets clock face and stained glass windows. The car pulls to a stop before the main door, mercifully the students all seem to be in class so there's no one to bother us.
"Come." Morticia ushers us from the car. "Principal Weems must be waiting."
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