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Weems had caught them.

Wednesday had to concede the headmistress possessed a certain cunning. She'd assumed Weems would be lost in the Harvest Festival crowd, but she'd been waiting for them, leaning against Tyler's car, Sheriff Galpin at her side. Tyler paled under his father's glare, and Wednesday never learned the details of their exchange, as Weems simply dragged her to the minivan and drove her straight back to Nevermore.

Her first escape attempt had been thwarted, and a parental summons awaited. Weems had used the drive to lecture her on responsibility and consideration for others. Wednesday endured it all in seething silence, the enforced quiet a supreme exercise in frustration. Almost stomping, she stalked toward her dorm, pointedly ignoring the headmistress's words. She would have slammed the door, but that would have been a display of uncontrolled emotion. After her nightly ablutions, she sat to await her crystal ball's summons. The delay only heightened her suspicion that her parents were conferring with Weems.

Finally, a green light bloomed within the crystal ball, and her parents' images materialized. "My little storm cloud. How are you?" Gomez's voice boomed, and Wednesday fixed him with a glare.

Morticia's expression was one of disapproval, her lips pursed, her face stiff. No doubt Weems had already filled them in on the escape attempt. Her father's exaggerated concern was, Wednesday knew, often a prelude to some parental manipulation.

"Dreadful. I want to go home," Wednesday deadpanned.

'My little scorpion, we know about your... attempt to depart with Tyler. There's no need for fear; your father and I engaged in similar escapades at your age," Morticia reassured her, her face softening as Gomez nodded sagely.

What? Wednesday felt a chill. She'd anticipated anger, or at least the usual carefully calibrated disapproval. This united front was… unexpected.

"Young love is beautiful, Tish," Gomez declared, turning to Morticia with an adoring gaze.

Wednesday's thoughts were interrupted as a vein throbbed in her forehead. Of course, her mother would find a way to make her daughter’s escape about her teenage relationship with Gomez. "I'm going to end this call."

"One moment, my little viper. We have a proposition for you," Morticia said.

"As long as it involves returning home and resuming my homeschooling," Wednesday retorted, tapping her nails on the desk.

"If you remain at Nevermore," Morticia pronounced each word carefully, "we will arrange for your books to be published, and your credit card limit will be increased." Morticia paused. "And we approve of Tyler. He is, after all, Fran's son."

Wednesday's eyes widened slightly. Having her books published was a long-held desire, and her mother was well aware of it. "Why are you so insistent that I remain at Nevermore? And who is Fran?"

"Francoise Sylvanne, my little viper. Do you recall those summers we spent camping in Yellowstone Park? With her and her son?" Morticia explained. "You were quite young. Fran passed when you were six. She was my anchor at Nevermore, during the onset of my visions, until I met your father, my soulmate."

"Tish, I would die for you! I would kill for you!" Gomez declared fervently, kissing Morticia's hand noisily.

Wednesday frowned. Her memories of early childhood were hazy. But if she strained, she could recall a small, blond boy with a kind smile who called her "Wen-Wen." She also remembered a funeral, and the anguished cry of that same boy.

The silence stretched, and Gomez, attempting to recapture his daughter's attention, spoke carefully. "Don't you want your books published, my little scorpion? We can place them in every major bookstore, ensure they dominate the ebook bestseller lists. All you have to do is stay at Nevermore… and complete the remaining two books in the series."

Suspicion flickered in Wednesday's mind. Her parents had never shown any interest in her writing, instead pushing her toward academic pursuits, grooming her for Yale Law. She knew them to be manipulative, subtly pulling strings from afar. "Why this sudden interest? Why not assist me with this before?"

"My little storm cloud, your mother and I believe that remaining at school, and ultimately attending Yale Law, is the best path for you. We know you can achieve this, as long as you stay at Nevermore." Gomez's tone was almost pleading.

It was a plausible explanation. Her father had always wanted her to take over the Addams family law firm, grooming her, rather than Pugsley, for that role. Her brother, they hoped, would pursue business and join the family's investment firm. Yet, Wednesday sensed a deeper current, a hidden agenda beneath their words.

"Fine," Wednesday said. Her parents beamed in unison, and she was certain they were concealing something.

Still, the prospect of her books in print might be worth enduring this teenage morass of hormones and angst. And if the arrangement proved unsatisfactory? She could always attempt another escape.

Two weeks later, Wednesday was ready to vandalize Kinbott's office. She'd been wrong; nothing could justify this ongoing nightmare. These therapy sessions weren't the kind that left her paralyzed and screaming in bed. Instead, they left her shaking, clammy, on the precipice of tears and a hysterical episode. It was the type of torment usually reserved for her most vivid dreams, the ones featuring a hulking monster with long nails and serrated teeth, tearing humans apart.

"Help me understand what happened, Wednesday," Kinbott said, her voice sickeningly sweet.

"Did you not read the file, Kinbott?" Wednesday asked, her tone flat.

The pastel walls, the fake cheer, and especially the cuckoo clock were grating on her nerves. She felt an almost violent urge to transform the space: black spray paint, graphic depictions of human remains, perhaps a splatter of pig's blood on the pristine white carpet.

"Of course, but those are secondhand accounts," Kinbott persisted. "I'm here to discuss your motivations, the feelings that drove you to assault Darren. Or to release piranhas into the pool, in what you perceived as misguided vengeance for your brother."

Wednesday refused to dignify that with a response. A long, tense silence filled the room, and she wondered how desperately Kinbott would try to fill it. A muscle ticked in the therapist's jaw; she was clenching her teeth. Wednesday suppressed a flicker of satisfaction. Any micro-expression would be noted and categorized by this adversary.

"Were you angry with Darren because he filmed Jessica's sexual assault and posted it on the school's Facebook page?" Kinbott asked.

"Darren is a misbegotten slime who derives pleasure from the suffering of others. I should have been commended for teaching him a lesson."

"Wednesday, while Darren's actions were reprehensible, taking the law into your own hands was wrong. Beating him with a baseball bat and breaking his nose was not the correct response. This is what led to your expulsion. And you repeated this pattern of excessive force at your previous school."

A small smile touched Wednesday's lips. Eight schools in five years. She wondered how much Nevermore would tolerate. "You're stating the obvious, Kinbott."

"These sessions are important, Wednesday. Beneath your carefully constructed facade of coldness, I sense a great deal of rage. I want to help you manage these intense emotions."

Wednesday didn't need to escape Nevermore; she needed to escape Valerie Kinbott. "Emotions are a weakness. A gateway trait."

"A gateway to what?"

"Tears. I do not cry."

Kinbott sighed, struggling to maintain her sympathetic therapist persona. "Healthy emotional processing, including occasional tears, can be a valuable tool in navigating life. I want to help you with this."

"The only way you can help me is by signing a document that releases me from these sessions," Wednesday said, deliberately being difficult.

Kinbott shook her head. "That would only exacerbate the problem. Repressed emotions are like a cork held underwater; they resurface with greater force."

"Not in my case."

"Especially in your case. This repression can lead to explosive outbursts, like what happened with Darren."

A frown marred Wednesday's face. "That was not an emotional outburst. It was justice."

"It was assault, Wednesday."

Kinbott would learn the true meaning of assault if Wednesday acted on the impulse she was having to beat her with the many vases in the room.

Thankfully, the infernal cuckoo clock chimed, signaling the end of the session. Wednesday stood immediately, startling Kinbott. She resolved to never speak to her parents again. All they had to do was allow her to be homeschooled, but they insisted Nevermore and these therapy sessions were what she needed. Summoning all her self-control, she walked out, ignoring Kinbott's attempts to offer cookies and establish rapport.

To add insult to injury, the sun was shining, and the town outside Kinbott's office was teeming with Nevermore students enjoying the fall weather. Spotting Principal Weems speaking with the local baker and butcher, who supplied the Nevermore cafeteria, Wednesday turned and headed for the Weathervane, in desperate need of caffeine before being dragged back to that insufferable institution.

The Weathervane was crowded with Nevermore students, but the line was nonexistent. Tyler was at the register, and Wednesday approached, offering a curt nod. He smiled, his green eyes crinkling and softening, and for a fleeting moment, she remembered the young, skinny boy who had followed her through the forest, searching for worms.

"I didn't think they'd let you out again," Tyler said softly. She noticed his split lip and the dark circles under his eyes.

"I'm confined to Jericho, but I'm allowed to wander," Wednesday replied, irritation lacing her voice. "I want a quad. To go."

"Sure thing," he said, his voice subdued as she paid. He was faking his cheerfulness, she realized. She wondered how badly his encounter with his father had gone.

"Why didn't you tell me our mothers knew each other?" she asked abruptly, watching him tense slightly. The drink sloshed in his hand.

"I… Well… You didn't seem to remember me, so it felt unnecessary," he explained, recovering quickly as he finished preparing her drink. "Besides, we stopped seeing each other when you were six. We're practically strangers."

Wednesday nodded. "I suppose you're right." The next question slipped out before she could analyze it. "Why aren't you at Nevermore?"

Tyler's eyes darkened, and he seemed to shrink inward. "Hyde's aren't welcome there. No one ever explained why."

There was more to the story, she sensed, but Tyler's gaze had shifted away. "You're not missing much. It's an angst-ridden, hormonal place full of self-important snobs," Wednesday said. "They don't even teach proper spellcasting or vision interpretation. It's just a regular high school with a monster stigma."

Tyler offered a genuine smile this time. "Listen, Wednesday, if there's anything I can do to help, just call me. Okay?"

"Why?" Wednesday asked. No one offered assistance without an ulterior motive. What did Tyler want?

Tyler's smile softened. "We were friends as children, and I'd like to think we can be friends as adults."

"Alright," Wednesday conceded, a note of warning in her voice, "but you might come to regret it." As if on cue, she saw Weems enter the cafe.

"Back to Nevermore, Miss Addams," Weems said as she approached.

"My phone number is on the cup," Tyler murmured, meeting her eyes. He nodded goodbye as Wednesday was escorted back to Nevermore.

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Wednesday was a late bloomer; her menses arrived a month shy of her fifteenth birthday, and with it, her psychic visions commenced. At first, the visions felt similar to the sensation of a strong shock from the electric chair in the Addams family dungeon. But as she approached her sixteenth birthday, they intensified, becoming sharper and more chaotic. She experienced jarring glimpses of the past, present, or future, heard disembodied voices, and saw bizarre monsters.

One creature, in particular, appeared most frequently: a large, humanoid figure with elongated limbs and claws, eyes bulging, and a jaw filled with serrated teeth. Wednesday knew it was male. She also sensed that this creature, unlike the figures in her other visions, would stare directly at her.

"I told you to be careful with your escape attempts. Now, Weems will want to lock you up," Enid said, shaking her head in disapproval, interrupting Wednesday's thoughts and bringing her back to the Nevermore cafeteria and their breakfast. "Your passes to Jericho have been revoked for a month. I suppose you'll be staying put for the semester?"

Breakfast was one of the few quiet times at Nevermore, before the cacophony of teenage voices fully erupted. Wednesday preferred to arrive early for the first servings, and Enid had taken to joining her, claiming she hated being alone in their dorm.

"I haven't ruled out running away. I'm simply biding my time, lulling Weems into a false sense of security." Wednesday's mind was already exploring escape routes that wouldn't trigger alarms. Enid watched her dissect the sausage on her plate with surgical precision. "It's the only reason I'm tolerating this imprisonment."

"So… what's the deal with you and that normie?" Enid couldn't resist indulging in some gossip. "Spill the tea, Wednesday."

Wednesday chewed her food deliberately, watching with amusement as the werewolf girl waited expectantly. "Tyler is an old acquaintance. He might prove useful in the future."

Enid gulped down her coffee and grinned. "Want to hear some gossip about him?"

Wednesday rolled her eyes. "Seriously, Enid?"

"What?" Enid whined. "I couldn't help but look into him after your near elopement the other night."

Wednesday scowled. "I was not running away with him. Tyler was simply providing transportation to the train station before returning home."

"Sure, whatever you say." Enid shrugged and took a bite of her breakfast potatoes. "Anyway, do you want to hear what I found out, or not?"

"You're going to talk about it regardless, so just get it over with," Wednesday said.

"That's the spirit," Enid cheered, misinterpreting Wednesday's acquiescence as eagerness. Wednesday was glad they were seated in the most remote corner of the mess hall. "Okay, so last June, during Outreach Day, Tyler and his friends splattered paint on Xavier's mural." Enid watched Wednesday's face for a reaction but was met with a typically bored expression.

"That's it?" Wednesday asked, cutting her asparagus into precise segments, already weary of the gossip. Enid needed to refine her investigative skills.

"No, but Xavier saw them and immediately became physical, pushing them and calling them assholes. When he got to Tyler, he shouted that he was a freak and a monster, just like his dead mother. He also mentioned, in very crude terms, Tyler's brief experimentation with boys..."

Wednesday blinked. "Tyler's gay?" For some reason, that particular detail had snagged her attention.

"Apparently. There's also a rumor, from a very reliable source, that he also likes girls and hooks up with some of the cheerleaders occasionally," Enid said quickly. "He hangs out with Lucas Walker, the mayor's son, and they had some wild bonfire parties with the cheerleaders last summer. Want to see the pictures?"

"Oh." Wednesday felt a strange sense of relief, though she told herself it was irrelevant whether he liked boys.. or girls… or both. Enid, oblivious, pulled out her phone, displaying a gallery of smiling cheerleader photos, momentarily forgetting the "incident" at Outreach Day.

"Well, anyway, Tyler got really angry at Xavier and started punching him. Sheriff Galpin had to be called, and he dragged Tyler away from Xavier, who was shouting obscenities and spitting blood. It was terrible. A huge crowd gathered." Enid's face contorted with exaggerated outrage, her eyes wide, her mouth forming a series of "o" shapes. Her entire body seemed to vibrate with the drama of the story.

Wednesday hummed, chewing her food slowly. "Xavier was clearly at fault," she said at last.

"What?" Enid stared, aghast. "Are you sure there isn't something more between you and Tyler?"

"Why would you ask that?"

"You're defending him," Enid accused.

Wednesday sighed. "Xavier is a weak beta male who couldn't defend his precious mural and resorted to personal attacks. Tyler punching him for being bigoted is the least he deserved."

"That sounds like you like this normie."

"Enid, splattering paint on a mural is hardly a capital offense. Xavier could have easily repaired it. What exactly did he say about Tyler's mother?"

"Xavier called her a freak and said Tyler was an inbred monster."

"And what were the consequences?"

"Well, Tyler avoided charges, but Xavier felt bad for the homophobic remarks and for insulting his dead mother, so Tyler only got community service and was sent to some boot camp for troubled teens over the summer. He also sees Dr. Kinbott to manage his anger issues," Enid said eagerly.

Wednesday rolled her eyes. "Well, the therapy is sure to be a waste of time. Kinbott is a terrible doctor."

Wednesday felt abandoned by her parents at what was quite possibly the most uninteresting educational institution in the world. The classes mirrored those at her last high school, and her meeting with the guidance counselor about prerequisites for Yale Law had revealed a severe lack of necessary courses. Had her parents not reviewed the curriculum? Was Nevermore truly the only school that would accept her? They should have sent her to a normie private school in England; at least there, she would have access to the required classes.

A pounding headache added to her misery. The intrusive visions, flashing into her mind at the most inopportune moments, had made her clumsy at fencing, destroyed her concentration, and resulted in dreadful bouts of insomnia. Her bloodshot eyes and dark circles, combined with her pale skin, gave her an unusually cadaverous appearance, and not in an aesthetically pleasing way.

"You aren't looking very well," Xavier whispered as they sat down in botany class. Of course, the only available seat was next to him. She would have preferred sitting next to Bianca, who looked particularly rabid this morning.

As class began, Wednesday's desire to impale her own eyes with needles intensified. Miss Thornhill, the school's sole normie teacher, was insufferable. Why had Weems assigned the task of teaching the theory of magical herbs and potion-making to someone incapable of magic? What was Weems thinking? Or was she thinking at all?

"Has your head been aching, Wednesday?" Xavier persisted, leaning into her personal space.

She wanted to punch him... and Miss Thornhill, with her saccharine smiles and vapid lectures. Wednesday had recently observed that the teacher wore wigs and that her glasses lacked lenses. Why was she deliberately altering her appearance? Did she even have hair beneath the wigs?

"I am attempting to endure this class. Could you please refrain from adding to my suffering?" Wednesday's annoyance was reaching its limit, dangerously close to the "emotional episode" Kinbott had discussed in their last session.

He offered a patient smile. "I know how difficult it can be when you first start experiencing visions. My father, Vincent Thorpe, says nascent psychic abilities always require an emotional anchor—someone you trust to ground you in reality when the visions become overwhelming." Xavier attempted to charm her, his cologne this morning was particularly noxious. Wednesday leaned away from the offensive fumes.

"Fascinating," Wednesday said, her tone flat. She desperately wanted the class to end. Thornhill had abandoned the magical properties of plants in favor of a lecture on flower arrangements. The woman's incompetence was astounding. What qualifications did she possess to teach at such an elite private school? Wednesday seriously considered demanding to see her credentials.

Xavier's smile widened, as if she had conceded some victory. Over his shoulder, Wednesday saw Bianca imitating a cobra about to strike. "I'm a psychic too, and I have more experience managing dreams and visions. And since we've known each other since we were children..."

"It was a single meeting, Xavier. That hardly constitutes a bond," Wednesday hissed.

"But it could be. If you'd let me, I want to be that anchor for you," he declared, finally articulating the idiotic idea aloud, oblivious to her disdain. "Please, Wednesday, I want to take care of you." His voice was pleading, his begging both ridiculous and offensive.

"No," Wednesday nearly growled. His repulsive behavior was intolerable.

"What?" Xavier nearly shouted, drawing the attention of the entire class. "Why not?"

Now he was going to throw a tantrum because she had denied him. He truly was an overgrown toddler. What had Bianca seen in him to mourn their breakup so intensely?

Miss Thornhill stopped her lecture and stared at them in surprise. The whole class was watching. "I said no, and you are already throwing a temper tantrum. Do you really have such little awareness of your own actions?"

"Mr. Thorpe," Miss Thornhill interjected, "Miss Addams."

Wednesday turned in her chair, presenting Xavier with her back.

"I implore you both to show respect for this class and pay attention," Thornhill admonished, checking her notes before resuming her lecture on infusing alcohol with rosemary. She was truly incompetent. How had she obtained this teaching position?

After almost two excruciating months since her escape attempt, Wednesday was finally granted permission to spend time in Jericho. Every Tuesday and Thursday, for at least an hour after her therapy sessions with Kinbott, she would establish herself at the Weathervane with her homework. She also claimed all of Friday evening and the weekend. Tyler would bring her a quad and a warm bacon and buttered, toasted bagel, allowing her to avoid the Nevermore cafeteria entirely. The cafe's stillness had a noticeable calming effect on her frayed nerves, and Tyler's presence hummed with a quiet, grounding energy in the back of her mind.

"Hey," Tyler greeted as he placed her quad in a white ceramic cup. "How are you holding up?"

"Dreadful," Wednesday said, unbuttoning her coat as she sat. "Kinbott was, as always, fishing for hidden intentions in every mundane action and dissecting my emotions."

"Sounds like she's not a good fit. Though she is the only therapist in town, unless you want to travel all the way to Burlington," Tyler said. "Want the usual? Bacon and a buttered plain bagel?"

"Yes, thank you," Wednesday replied, taking a sip of her bitter espresso. "Anyone but Kinbott would be an improvement at this point. Her particular brand of nonsense is starting to grate."

Tyler winced in sympathy and went to prepare her order. The Weathervane was nearly empty, save for a middle-aged man working on his laptop in a far corner. This was infinitely preferable to the loud, often chaotic cafeteria at Nevermore. Greater discipline was needed during mealtimes at that institution.

A low-level headache had been throbbing in her skull all day, exacerbated by her persistent insomnia. But the tension in her shoulders eased as Tyler placed her food in front of her, and later, as she finished eating, when he sat with a cup of green tea at her table. This had become a regular occurrence, one she tolerated because his presence was a soothing counterpoint to the turmoil in her mind. Tyler didn't feel compelled to fill every silence with pointless chatter.

"Can I ask you a question?" he ventured as she finished the last of her bacon.

"You may ask, though I make no promises about answering," Wednesday said. She always preferred her truth served cold and unadorned.

"Fair enough." Tyler nodded as the Weathervane's last customer slipped out the door. "I... wanted to ask... about your sleep."

"Or lack thereof."

"Right." Tyler flushed, looking down at the table. He seemed to shrink into himself. "Are you having trouble sleeping?"

"Constantly," Wednesday replied. "Why are you so fidgety?"

"It's just… I am too," Tyler admitted, his gaze fixed on his hands. Wednesday squinted suddenly, her tired eyes catching a strange sight: a dark, shimmering outline of a humanoid monster hovering behind Tyler. Its red, beady eyes seemed to bore into her own. A shiver ran down her spine, and a low buzzing filled her ears. Dark tendrils of magic reached out from the shadowy monster toward her, and, oddly enough, the raging torrent of visions in her mind calmed.

"Are you close to manifesting?" Wednesday whispered into the sudden stillness of the coffee shop. She didn't need him to confirm it. She could feel the wild, untamed magic of the Hyde just beneath the surface. It was both terrifying and… grounding.

Tyler slowly raised his gaze, swallowing hard. "You know how sometimes, Hydes and psychics can have a… connection?" A flush of embarrassment colored his cheeks; revealing his outcast status was clearly a sore point.

Wednesday nodded, understanding dawning. Tyler, rejected by Nevermore, had been denied the chance to forge a connection with another outcast who could have become his anchor. And for Wednesday, this presented an opportunity. Tyler was someone outside the confines of the school who could potentially anchor her, privately. She desperately needed someone to tether her to reality, to shield her from the potential insanity of her unpredictable visions.

"I thought maybe," Tyler offered, "we could… renew the friendship bond we had as children?"

The faint echoes of their childhood bond pulsed in Wednesday's mind, and she saw the blurry outline of the Hyde around Tyler shift restlessly. Renewing the bond would mean spending time together, perhaps incorporating simple rituals like lighting candles or performing light meditation during times of stress. Morticia had sent Wednesday a box of orange candles and sunstones, along with an incantation for a friendship ritual. Her mother must have foreseen this.

"I wouldn't be opposed to it," Wednesday said, watching Tyler's face light up, the monster in his shadow purring. "But you're close to manifesting. I might need to cast a… friendship spell."

"How?" Tyler asked, his brow furrowed with a mixture of apprehension and hope.

"It's a simple meditation ritual. We could perform it at your mother's grave. Our mothers did share a strong bond, after all," Wednesday explained.

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"I can't believe you turned on your phone, powered up your brand-new computer, to call that normie, " Enid complained, watching in disbelief as Wednesday put on her jacket. "And now you're going out with him."

It was Friday night, and Wednesday had arranged for Tyler to pick her up at eight sharp outside Nevermore's gates. She'd deflected Enid's attempt to join them; there was no chance she would allow an audience for the friendship binding ritual with Tyler. She'd agreed to become his anchor precisely because he was outside the school, ensuring a degree of privacy.

"Tyler is part normie. As I've explained, we're second cousins," Wednesday said, checking her flashlight batteries. "Our mothers were first cousins."

"So are we. Or have you forgotten that my mother is your father's second cousin?" Enid crossed her arms and pouted. "That makes me pack, and I veto this solo outing with some uncategorized, part-outcast, part-normie boy."

Wednesday ignored her.

"This is my fault," Enid lamented.

"Will you drop it?" Wednesday hissed.

"If I wasn't Eugene's emotional anchor, I could be yours, and you wouldn't have to meet some unvetted kid," Enid fretted, ever the worrywart, particularly where her packmate was concerned. “He could be a serial killer for all we know.”

"Cover for me with Thornhill. Tell her I've taken a sleeping draught and am not to be disturbed. I'll be back within two hours," Wednesday said. "Pack code."

"No way, you did not just blackmail me like that," Enid complained, but her words were directed at empty air. Wednesday had already vanished through their balcony door, a bucket and brush in hand, with Thing tucked into her backpack. "Oh, my god, she's gone."

Wednesday descended Ophelia Hall via the stairwell leading to the inner courtyard and then slipped onto the school grounds. The large flashlight in her hand was intended more for defense than illumination. Her part-vampire, part-werewolf heritage granted her a tapetum lucidum, allowing her to see in near darkness. It also gave her eyes an unsettling, reflective glow that unnerved most normies.

As she approached Tyler's car, her eyes shone, causing him to jump in his seat. Opening the door, she slid in and fastened her seatbelt. His hands were still trembling slightly as he started the engine and drove off.

"Could you perhaps refrain from materializing in my peripheral vision? Your eyes possess an unsettling glow in the dark," Tyler remarked as he drove them toward the town's church, where his mother's grave was located.

"Tyler, you are a Hyde," Wednesday countered, a hint of amusement in her voice. She enjoyed unsettling him; Tyler, having been raised largely outside the outcast community, found a surprising number of things "creepy."

"Admittedly," Tyler conceded, a smile playing on his lips. "But you do it on purpose. Just like when we were children. You always found my reactions… amusing."

"My memories of that time are… fragmented," Wednesday admitted, a strange, unfamiliar sensation stirring within her. "A rather foggy recollection."

Tyler shrugged. "It's understandable. We stopped seeing each other when you were quite young. I wouldn't remember either if not for Mom."

"Your mom?"

"Yeah, she kept photo albums and home videos of our camping trips. You're welcome to look through them sometime."

The prospect of viewing home videos was… less than appealing. Still, the desire to reclaim those lost memories tugged at her. "Perhaps," Wednesday allowed, "after we've established the… bond. You could share some of your recollections then."

"How will that work?"

"I possess a minor talent in psychometry. If you concentrate, I can glean glimpses of your memories," Wednesday explained. "And," she added, "we will need to hold hands for the duration of the friendship binding ritual."

"Okay," Tyler said, his gaze flicking toward her backpack, which had been shifting and rustling in her lap throughout the drive. "Why is your backpack… moving?"

"It's Thing. He wishes to be free of his confinement," she said, unbuckling the flap.

A severed hand erupted from Wednesday's backpack and scampered across the dashboard. "What the fuck?!" Tyler shouted, swerving into the opposite lane, which was, fortunately, empty.

"That is Thing," Wednesday stated, her expression flat. Tyler's reaction had been more extreme than she'd anticipated, a fact she found… disappointing. She would need to refine her approach if she wished to cultivate a truly unsettling aura.

"Holy shit, is that your… pet?!" His voice was high and breathy, edging toward hysteria.

Thing turned and gave Tyler the finger.

"Thing is a sensitive appendage," Wednesday explained, suppressing a smile as Thing began a series of elaborate hand-signs on the dashboard. "Please refrain from being rude. Tyler was raised away from proper outcast society, by his normie father."

Tyler, taking deep breaths, attempted to regain his composure. "I don't remember… him from our camping trips."

"Thing was away at that time, traveling with my Uncle Fester and his late wife, Debbie. They lived in Paris for several years, until her… unfortunate demise."

Tyler winced. Even Wednesday's casual delivery couldn't mask the inherent darkness of the Addams family history. "Sorry to hear that."

"Aunt Debbie was a homicidal maniac, so her death was likely for the best. She ran afoul of the local mafia, and Uncle Fester was forced to… flee," Wednesday elaborated.

Unsure how to respond, Tyler settled on, "You have a… colorful family."

"Wait until I regale you with the tale of my Uncle Gaius Crawley, who consumed his girlfriends and was imprisoned for his culinary preferences. He argued in court that they deserved it for their infidelity." Wednesday had an endless supply of such anecdotes from that side of the family.

"Are there any… normal people in your family?" Tyler ventured, genuinely wanting to know.

"My Aunt Margaret is a normie. She's married to Cousin Itt and works for the Addams family Law Firm."

Tyler found himself strangely reluctant to inquire about Cousin Itt.

On the way to the cemetery, Wednesday detailed the simple friendship ritual and the incantation required, ensuring Tyler understood the words he would need to speak. Thankfully, Francoise had left written instructions, which Tyler had diligently memorized.

Francoise's tombstone was seldom visited by her husband, her absence casting a long shadow over the Galpin household. Even Tyler found it difficult to confront the finality of her death at her graveside. In a gesture of belated apology, Tyler had brought flowers for her.

As they entered the cemetery, Wednesday noticed a hydrant near the church. She filled her bucket with water, then followed Tyler to his mother's grave. Thing, meanwhile, detached himself from Wednesday and perched atop a nearby tombstone, observing with silent curiosity.

"Mom, I brought flowers. And Wednesday is here to see you," Tyler said, placing the bouquet in a vase attached to the tombstone.

Wednesday poured water into the vase. Kneeling by the grave, she addressed it formally. "Aunt Francoise, now that I am a student at Nevermore, I intend to visit you more." She then began to clean the grime that layered the marble.

"You really don't have to do that," Tyler mumbled, feeling a pang of guilt that he hadn't been the one to care for his own mother's resting place.

"Yes, I do," Wednesday insisted, her movements precise and efficient. Setting aside the bucket, she retrieved white candles and a glass dish from her backpack arranging them on the grass, igniting them with a flick of a lighter. "We are here to honor your mother. And though my memories of her are faint, she was family."

"I used to remember her so vividly, but the years... they blur things. I can't even recall the sound of her voice anymore. If not for all those home videos she made..." Tyler's voice trailed off, and he knelt beside Wednesday.

"The departed are never truly gone. You are here because your mother was here before you. We are the echoes of our ancestors. On the next Dia de los Muertos, we shall adorn this grave with marigolds and illuminate it with candles, guiding her spirit home," Wednesday offered, a rare gesture of warmth toward Tyler, who had offered his support without reservation.

"Thank you," Tyler said, his smile tinged with sadness.

Wednesday inclined her head. "Aunt Francoise, Tyler and I seek to renew our friendship and establish become each other’s emotional anchor, as he approaches his manifestation and I delve deeper into my own abilities. We trust that you approve of this union, as you were once the emotional anchor to my own mother."

As she spoke, a gentle breeze stirred, causing the white candles to flicker and flare. From her backpack, Wednesday produced two yellow candles, handing one to Tyler. Wordlessly, she offered him her hand, her skin cool and smooth. He accepted it, his hand warm and calloused, enveloping hers.

"Focus on the memories you cherish from our childhood," Wednesday instructed, meeting his gaze.

"I remember that time we were searching for worms in Yosemite with Pugsley and Lurch. You held my hand because I was scared," Tyler said, and Wednesday felt a spark of magic ignite between them. His aura, previously subdued, pulsed with vibrant ribbons of yellow and pink.

A large, dark shape coalesced around Tyler - the Hyde, lurking just beneath the surface. Wednesday saw his eyes flash crimson. Gripping his hand more firmly, she channeled her own power, meeting the creature's presence with a surge of controlled energy.

"I remember," she replied, her voice steady. "And the summer our parents acquired a pig, whom you named Fred. You refused to partake when he was served as sausage and bacon on New Year's Eve."

Tyler smiled shyly. "I remember that too. You had Lurch buy store-bought sausages and fed them to me, scolding me for not recognizing Fred's sacrifice."

"You were rather a crybaby as a child," Wednesday noted, the corner of her mouth twitching.

"Some things never change," Tyler confessed, his eyes filled with a warmth that transcended mere friendship.

Magic crackled in the air, and Wednesday felt the dormant remnants of their childhood bond flare to life within her mind. "May our friendship endure. I vow to be honest and steadfast as your anchor."

The candles beside Francoise's tomb flared dramatically. "May our friendship endure. I vow to be loyal and to shield you from the tumult of your visions." Tyler felt the bond solidify, locking into place. Together, he and Wednesday reached across to light their yellow candles from the flames of those dedicated to his mother.

A wave of energy surged through them, an electric current solidifying their newly formed connection. Wednesday perceived the Hyde manifesting more clearly now, its presence strangely… calming. A sense of profound protection washed over her as the creature's essence brushed against her mind, and a vision bloomed across her senses. It was unlike the violent, overwhelming visions she had experienced before. This was serene, like a gentle wind.

She saw Tyler as a young boy, trailing after her, sharing her birthday cake.

Tyler and Pugsley, playing hide-and-seek among the Addams family tombstones, while she watched from a distance.

Tyler weeping by his mother's coffin, and her younger self, holding his hand in silent solidarity.

The vision ended as abruptly as it began, and Wednesday found herself cradled in Tyler's arms. His face, etched with concern, filled her vision, his large, warm hands supporting her shoulders.

"Are you alright?" he asked. "You appeared to be in the throes of a seizure."

"I am quite alright," Wednesday replied, sitting up. "I was merely... remembering."

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Two weeks later….

Enid had enlisted Wednesday in the Hummers club, which had a grand total of three members including her. The president of the social club was a psychic boy named Eugene Ottinger that had a minor talent in communicating with insects. Eugene reminded her of Pugsley. His enthusiasm for venomous insects was charming and as luck would have it she had enlisted just as the bees were going into hibernation. Her werewolf roommate had also signed her up for the Poe Cup competition in the spring and she now had to attend rowing classes in the morning twice a week at the gym in addition to fencing. 

“He can’t have you all to himself, Wednesday.” Enid cried as they walked down to breakfast one cold morning.

“We sleep in the same room, Enid.” Wednesday reminded her as they strolled to the buffet area and Enid proceeded to load two full plates just for herself. 

“Yes, but you have dinner with Tyler on Tuesdays, Thursday and run away with him on Fridays. Are you staying at his house for Saturnalia?”

Loading her plate with bacon and sausage, Wednesday’s face turned thoughtful. “I might go back home and try to run away just cause mayhem.”

“Right.” Enid rolled her eyes. “You are going to stay at his house so he will cook for you. I see it on your guilty face.”

“Indeed, I don’t suffer from guilt or remorse. Self disgust is quite another matter.” Wednesday quipped and saw Enid pursed her lips in amusement.

“Come on, Eugene is waiting for us by the window table.” 

Somehow, without meaning to Wednesday had managed to make herself friends. She really needed to brush up on her antisocial skills. Nevermore was making her soft.

Tyler parked his car further inside the opening of the dirt trail. While they had sat around at the Weathervane drinking coffee and waiting for his shift to end, Tyler had made the mistake of telling Wednesday of the happenings in the town. The moment the words ‘missing hiker’ had left his lips Wednesday had insisted on seeing the spot.

It was a Friday evening, well past eight, but that was no reason to go hiking in the woods when one could see in the dark she had reasoned with him. Or at least Wednesday could because, although he had a heightened sense of smell and hearing, seeing in the dark was still something that eluded him.

“After you manifest you will probably be able to see in the dark in human form.” Wednesday commented as she opened the car door and Thing jumped out. The severed hand still gave him chills.

“I’m not looking forward to it.” Tyler muttered as he walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk to fish out a large flashlight and pocket a pepper spray gun in his coat. “Do you have your knives?”

“Always.” Wednesday answered. It was a good thing she had worn pants and combat boots instead of her usual school uniform. “Do you think we might run into anything?”

“There are junkies sometimes in the woods. There are some ruins around Jericho of the old settler village and dad has to clear it out every couple of weeks. The missing hiker might just have been killed by someone experiencing a drug induced psychosis.” Tyler turned on his flashlight in a low light setting and they ventured down the pathway together with Thing leading the way.

Wednesday breathed in the night air and looked around. She could hear animal sounds everywhere. A quiet forest was a sign of danger but animals scattering about meant all was peaceful. The forest was dark and they ventured quite far until they found a piece of clothing on the wet floor. Thing walked off to check the perimeter and Wednesday looked around spotting an empty hiking shoe.

“Did the hiker go missing around here?” Wednesday asked.

“Yeah, dad is not giving out anymore camping permits. But if you ask me I say this person probably came to commit suicide.”

“Why?”

“It happens quite a bit. People jump off cliffs or start wandering the forest. If we walked far enough you would see some tall hills. Vermont is old rock and there are many underground rivers and cave systems.” Tyler explained. “People get it into their heads to go inside to explore them and end up being killed.”

“How does anyone know they are dead?” Wednesday asked.

“Well, dead people are notorious for not answering calls and not showing up when they say they would.” 

“If there is no body the person is just missing.”

“Well, Vermont is full of wild animals and I say they eat the dead person and there would be no body to find.” 

“There would still be human bones and abandoned gear.”

“You mean like the shirt on the ground?”

Before Wednesday could answer, Thing came running back as fast as his finger could carry him and started signing. 

“What is it?” Tyler asked, still not being able to decipher what Thing was trying to communicate.

“He says there is a small clearing up ahead with burnt candles and human remains.” Wednesday said. “Let’s go see.”

“Let’s not.” Tyler rebutted. “If someone got drawn and quartered here we ought to leave and call my dad.”

“I’m going to go see, you can wait in the car for me if you are so scared.” Wednesday walked forward and Thing led the way deeper into the forest.

Tyler cursed under his breath and followed her, his eyes scanning the forest for any dangers. The dense trees cleared and they saw the remains of charred human bones. Black wax candles  almost burned to the nub lined around the bones in a large circle.

“Someone worked black magic in this forest.” Wednesday muttered.

“I think we should leave.” 

“This is a summoning circle and it always requires a human sacrifice.”

“A what?”

“Someone, or a group of someones, worked black magic and summoned a monster from the demon realm.” Wednesday took out her phone and started snapping pictures. “Whoever did this is a high level Witch and they must be very sick right now. Black magic of this magnitude always sucks the life force of the user. They might be in the hospital with serious internal bleeding.”

“Wednesday?”

“Let’s go, I don’t know where the demon could be and I don’t have my tools with me.” She said and turned walking briskly through the forest with Tyler at her back. Thing jumped on her leg and hoisted himself up to her shoulder.

They transverse the dense forest back to the trail and Tyler’s car with ease. Jumping inside, Tyler started the car and drove out to the highway and away in silence. Wednesday, still not used to typing with her thumbs, was painstakingly typing a message with her index fingers. Tyler made a note to teach her to better hold her phone and type with her thumbs.

“What do you mean a demon?” He finally asked as the tension in his shoulders eased the farther away they were from the hiking trail and closer to the town.

“There are some high level witches that dabble in black magic and open portals between dimensions. This type of ritual always involves a sacrifice, whether it be human or animal, to bring the entity into our world that gives the person power. Someone wanted to summon a demon that would act as a weapon but for the demon to take shape it needs human blood and flesh.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Listen to me closely, do not invite any stranger into your home that knocks on your window at night.” Wednesday warned.

“Are you serious right now?”

“Yes, the demons need permission to enter into a person's dwelling place. They will try to trick you, appearing as a child, an elderly lady or woman seeking help. Deny them entry. Close all your doors and windows. You are Hyde and the magic around you is quite thick. If you deny them entry they will leave.” 

“Holy fuck! You are serious.”

“You saw the remains of the ritual and human bones. There is a manifested demon prowling the woods.” Wednesday sounded almost excited, she was vibrating in her seat. “How are you feeling? Fever, chest pains or blurred vision?”

“Sometimes.” Tyler said, a muscle working in his jaw. “Any day now.”

Wednesday nodded. “When you manifest you call me right after. I will have our family doctor come to the town. My parents have offered to cover all costs.”

“Do you really think I will need a doctor? Isn’t this type of thing… natural ?”

“Shapeshifters can encounter all sorts of unique problems when first shifting. You will call me.” She commanded as he drove through the Nevermore gates and dropped her off at the front of the school.

The sick feeling started late into the evening on a saturday after dinnertime. Wednesday felt feverish, her muscles aching as thought she had undergone a grueling fencing practice coupled with one of her morning runs. And at first she dismissed it as her period and cramps she would get a few days before she bled but when she checked her calendar she noticed she was at least a week and a half away from bleeding.

“You look sick, Wednesday.” Enid commented as she got ready for bed early. “Do you want to go to the infirmary? I will go with you if you want.”

“It's probably period cramps.” Wednesday said and she placed a moonstone crystal bracelet under her pillow for good sleep. “Cut me loose and go run with the pack.” 

Enid offered her a sedative which Wednesday took before laying down in her bed. As she practiced evening out her breath, she felt the sedative take effect and drifted off into sleep….

It was a cold, clear night and he was home alone. Perhaps, it was for the best. Tyler did not want his father seeing him in this sick state. He wouldn't understand, no matter how much he claimed to know… Donovan was still a normie. 

A chilled shook his body and started to peel off his clothes. The fever made his bones ache. Every breath set his lungs on fire and his skin felt too tight on his body and hot to the touch. The change had come upon him just like his mother said it would. 

His mother, Francoise had also spoken of the pain… But Tyler had the inkling that she downplayed the severity of it. His vision blurred and he coughed out what sounded like a growl to his ears. 

He needed to get outside. Shifting inside the house would be messy. Descending the stairwell and into the dark kitchen Tyler felt nausea rise in the back of his throat. His mother’s notes said there would be pain, nausea and diarrhea in the first manifestation of the hyde. 

Tyler wished he would never manifest. But his mother had made it clear that he would soon after his seventeenth birthday. But the summer came and went with no sign of the Hyde; he had breathed a sigh of relief. 

However, all it had taken for the change to begin was to meet Wednesday. Her magic had triggered his transformation. Stepping outside into the forest naked, he barely felt the cold November wind as he waded deeper into the forest. 

Seeing her again was both a blessing and curse. She was a memory of a happier time with his mother but also the catalyst for his transformation into a beast. Pain doubled him and his knees shook as he took hold of a nearby tree. His stomach contracted and out flying went his dinner. 

Claws dug into the tree bark and pitiful moan half growl left his mouth. The bones in his head cracked and expanded and tears of pain slipped past his closed eyelids. Pain tore through knees and he felt his intestine contorting before he voided them on the ground. 

Hyde transformations were painful and grotesque the first time… or at least his mother had so written in the notebooks she left him. His skin felt like it was being peeled from his bones and blood dripped from him. 

The agony went on for what felt like an age. His skin tearing and healing, his bones cracking and expanding…

Until at last, he took one last breath and breathed in relief. Gingerly, he crawled on all fours deeper into the forest to a nearby stream where he sank into the cool water. Tyler saw his reflection in the water and recoiled in horror. Smacking the water with one big, clawed hand he whined at the sight of himself. Roaring in anger and disgust he ran from the stream. 

But the beast side of him was fully in control and when he encountered a herd of venison he gave chase. He could hear their hearts beating in terror, smell the fear in the air as he closed in on one of the animals. Long claws torn through skin and sinew, blood spraying as the animals wailed in horror.

Tyler's human side receded away from the violence. The wet sounds of flesh tearing made him shake in fear. He was a monster and this…

This was a nightmare…

Wednesday jolted awake in her bed, a silent scream on her open lips.

Chapter Text

Nevermore had gone on full lockdown during the weekend. The dark summoning of the demon had not gone unnoticed by Weems or some of the other teachers. All outside activities had been cancelled and the doors had been barred. Even club activities on school grounds were cancelled and students were encouraged to stay in their dorms or visit the large school gym. 

Wednesday had tried to run away but had found it impossible. To make matters worse, Tyler was not picking up his phone and neither was Donovan. Visions of Tyler in the forest in pain filled her head. She wanted to go out there and find him. But it wouldn't do any good, even if she did manage to track him down she would still need Dr. Yarrow’s help. 

Tentatively, activities at the school had resumed on Monday and finally on Tuesday, she was allowed to visit the town for her appointment with Dr. Kinbott. She had escaped to the Weathervane but Tyler had not been at work.

His phone was still sending her to voicemail and so was Donovan’s at the police station. Friendship bonds were easily closed off from one end but she could still feel the acute pain from his end. Visions of Tyler hiding in a cave somewhere in the forest haunted Wednesday. 

Ignoring her own phone ringing and registering Kinbott trying to locate her, Wednesday made her way to the police station. The Jericho police precinct was just two offices separated by glass partitions and a desk manned by an elderly lady with the picture of an old wizened cat on her desk. Wednesday didn't even bother presenting herself to the receptionist. She simply walked into Sheriff Galpin's office and startled him by slamming the door shut.

“Woah! Whatever happened to knocking?” Donovan had spilled his coffee on his shirt when the door had slammed shut. 

“What is going on?” Wednesday was annoyed and the lack of sleep was making her forget her manners.

“What are you doing barging into my office? Make a phone call like every other citizen in this town if you want to speak to me.”

“Where is Tyler? He is not answering the phone.” She wanted answers and they would come, even if she had to shock the town sheriff with a taser.

“Tyler is home sick.” The rapid heartbeat that accompanied that response gave Donovan away as a liar. 

“What is wrong with him?” This was useless, she ought to simply have gone off to find Tyler in the forest.

“He needs a bit of time for himself.”

“Tyler was near manifesting when I saw him last Friday. Where is he?” She stared down Donovan, but the sheriff had seen his fair share of crazy eyes, and he was not impressed.

“I told you, he is home sick with the stomach flu. He will see you when he gets better.” Donovan’s dismissive attitude was driving her up the wall.

“He shifted.” Wednesday stated and saw Donovan slump in his chair sighing in defeat. “I know he did.”

“Listen, kid, the boy is out running wild right now. Best to leave him alone until he calms down and looks human again. Tyler doesn't want to see you.”

“Tyler can't be left alone when he is manifesting. This is why we casted the friendship spell.”

“The two of you did what?” Donovan barked and jumped out of his chair. “That's dangerous.  He is a Hyde, you have no idea how he will behave when manifesting.”

Donovan might mean well but when it came down to it, he was just the normie aunt Fran had married. “I'm going out to look for him.” 

She turned on her heels to walk out the door but was stopped by Donovan who came around his desk and put his hand on the door. “No, you won't. I saw him on Saturday morning and the boy was in between forms.”

“What?” She felt it in their bond, Tyler had purposely pushed her away during his awakening for fear of what she would see. Even though he knew he needed and anchor.

“He was half human, half Hyde. Tyler could barely speak but he told me he needed to be alone and would come back. It's the way it is with the Hydes. I lived it with Fran. They need alone time.”

Wednesday tasted terror at the back of her throat. This was worse than she had thought possible. “I haven't been able to sleep for more than two hours the last few days. Every time I close my eyes I get visions of Tyler in the forest in pain. I cannot believe you would just leave him out on his own.”

Donovan’s face was sad, he suddenly looked old and tired. “Wednesday, the boy is dangerous right now and you need to give him space.”

“Speak for yourself.” Wednesday growled and walked out of the police station in a rage ignoring Donovan and the shock secretary. 

“We have to go looking for Tyler.” Wednesday said to Thing who panicked and started signing at her frantically. “Of course, I already sent a message to my father for Dr. Yarrow. Lurch should have picked him up this morning from Burlington International.”  

“Tyler!” Wednesday called into the forest that bordered the Galpin family home backyard. She sent pulsing signals through their friendship bond but he was still stubbornly blocking the connection. 

“Tyler, you dunderhead show up already.” She barked.

Night was falling and being tuesday, she ought to go back to the school and wait for the arrival of the doctor. About to give up, she sighed in anger when she felt a strange tension between her shoulders. A dull feverish feeling in her skin. Silence descended on the forest, and she knew Tyler was watching her. Thing was panicking at her feet and she knew it was most likely Tyler in Hyde form.

Pulsing calm feelings into their friendship bond, she turned slowly and her eyes widened. It couldn't be. Denial paralyzed her brain as she took him in. At least nine feet tall and with long limbs, the Hyde sat on his hunches partially covered by dry bushes. His large, bulging eyes were mournful and his lower lip trembled.

The monster she had dreamt for months before coming to Nevermore stood before her. And it was Tyler. The beast that had plagued her dreams and watched her in the visions. The monster that left her panting and writhing in her bed in arousal.

“Tyler.” Wednesday took a step towards him but he retreated further into the forest, his shoulders shaking. Even though he was a menacing creature he looked spooked, the grey skin in his arms had long painful scratch marks. Blood dripping from his chest.

What had happened to him?

Donovan had said Tyler had spoken to him. It meant he was conscious of his environment.

“Tyler, I called my father and asked him to send  for Dr Yarrow.” Wednesday whispered and saw him freeze. Maybe it was a trick of the light but she saw his eyes looking wet like he wanted to cry. “It's going to be okay.”

Tyler in his Hyde form shook his head slowly. He opened his jaws to speak but only a few grunts came out. Clearly he could not speak in hyde form but she felt his uneasiness. He moved his hand in a gesture that looked to Wednesday like he was signaling for her to leave. Feeling emboldened at being recognized, Wednesday walked forward. 

“I understand first shifts are always rather shocking but you will grow used to them.” She wasn’t a naturally nurturing person but she wanted to try for Tyler… like she had tried for Pubert before he was ripped away.

Tyler’s muscles bunched together and he looked like he wanted to run away. “If you run away I will follow you into the forest.” Wednesday warned in a harsher toner than before and saw him hunched into himself in defeat. “Can you shift back into your human form?”

Tyler shook his head and she saw tears rolling down his face. Finally closing the distance between them. “What happened?”

A rustle in the leaves had Tyler suddenly shifting forward. And a growl vibrated in his chest as he took a protective stance around Wednesday. His long arms suddenly coming around her, Thing panicked at her feet. Dark miasma crawled through the forest floor and the putrid smell of rotting flesh made her nose wrinkled in disgust. An eerie cackle filled the silence and Wednesday turned to see a tall figure crawling on all fours emerge from the darkness in the forest.

“Look at what we have here.” The creature unhinged jaws and showed rows of yellow serrated teeth dripping with saliva and blood. “This must be your bitch.”

It was the demon from the summoning ritual in the forest. Wednesday could feel the evil aura in her bones. It stank of death and mucus-like substance oozed from its rotting body. Tyler growled and he stood on his large legs pushing Wednesday back and standing in between her and the demon.

“I was summoned to kill the succubus that had bewitched the hyde.” The demon cooed maliciously.  “You are it, I can tell from your aura and how he wants to protect you.”

Wednesday narrowed her eyes and unsheathed a large tactical knife she had strapped to her belt. The metal hissed, smoke wafting from it. The knife was a gift from her uncle Fester and it was enchanted to hold poison. She prayed to Santa Muerte it would be enough.

“Such a small knife. I am going to kill you with it.” The demon said and Tyler roared.

Magic build up around him, his purple black aura sparking with energy. His eyes flashing red as his muscles tense. One second he was in front of her and the next he was wrestling with the demon in the forest. 

The demon howled, teeth sinking into Tyler’s grey skin and tearing out chunks. Electricity sparked in the air, the low humming sound of a demonic entity discharging power. Tyler sanked his claws into the demon's back. He tore through muscle and flesh, growling in pain as his enemy bit him around the throat relentlessly. 

Blood and spittle flew. The dark mucus that Wednesday now could see to be demon blood burned the ground and trees like acid. A few specks landed on her cheek and neck burning her flesh. 

“I'm going to kill her.” The demon howled as it fought Tyler.

They trashed around in the forest. Lock in a battle for dominance, tearing at each other's flesh to see who would rip one apart faster. But Tyler won when he freed one hand and smashed it into the demon's skull. Wet, squelching sounds filled the forest as Tyler bashed in fist into the demon's head turning into mush. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity he stopped. Tyler's large chest was heaving and his flesh was smoking as it burned from the acid blood of the demon. He had shredded the demon to mushed. Its bones crushed beyond a recognizable form. 

“You have washed off the blood.” Wednesday whispered, feeling her cheek still burning. He turned towards her, his eyes scanning her body for any wounds. “Let's go back to the house.” She tried again but he did not move.

Tyler bolted into the forest faster than her eye could follow. Damn it all to hell! He had gotten spooked with the violence and was now running wild. Wednesday was about to give chase when her phone rang. Checking her caller id, she sighed in relief. Dr Yarrow had arrived at Jericho at last.

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“Good evening, young niece.”

Tiberius Yarrow was a tall and  thin, middle aged looking one hundred year old vampire. He was the youngest brother of Domitius Yarrow, the father of Morticia Addams, and Wednesday’s great uncle. He was a stiff, exceedingly polite man who insisted on being called Doctor and especially in medicine for outcast. He earned his doctorate from a prestigious outcast university in Ireland and studied shamanism in Mexico. 

“Dr. Yarrow.” Wednesday greeted.

“May I ask where Young Master Sylvanne is at the moment?” Yarrow surveyed Wednesday’s speckled cheek. Dressed in a black suit and dress shoes, he looked rather out of place next to the macabre mush of bones and rotting flesh that was the remains of the demonic entity.

“We had an incident with the demonic summoning and Tyler fled into the forest. I am concerned for his well being as the blood burned like acid.” She really needed to get more information on dispatching demonic entities on her own. Tyler’s way had been rather messy.

“Acid blood is a normal occurrence with demonic summoning's,” Yarrow said as though they were discussing the weather. “I am assuming this is the backyard of the family home?” 

“Indeed.”

“It is a rather small place but it will be sufficient to set up a tent.” Yarrow motioned to his team of three werewolf male nurses to set up. “Before the incident with the demonic entity happened, did you happen to speak with the Young Master?”

“He was receptive to my presence and showed me no aggression. But he was in Hyde form and could not communicate.”

“Excellent. This tells me he is in control.” 

“I plan on going to look for Tyler while you set up.” Wednesday started forward but Dr Yarrow spoke.

“I insist that you have your cheek treated, young niece. The acidic blood will continue to eat at your flesh. A nurse will see you.”

Wednesday breathed in and out deeply and accessed the friendship bond she held with Tyler. Although he was blocking her from accessing emotions, she could still feel the general direction he had run off. Her wounds had been washed with sterile saline solutions and healing ointment had been applied to them. The remains of the demonic entity had been burned and Yarrow had given her a painkilling potion in case she found Tyler in between forms.

In her backpack, she carried a first aid kit, the painkilling potion, a large blanket and a water bottle. Thing had stayed behind with Lurch, he had also been spattered by the demonic acid blood and needed treatment. She heard the gentle sound of padded feet on the dry forest floor and felt the gentle pulse of the friendship bond in her head. 

“Tyler, Dr Yarrow has arrived.” Wednesday whispered knowing he would hear and felt him draw closer. She could feel his exhaustion through the bond, he was also frightened and in pain. Trying to modulate her voice into a soothing whisper to not spook him off. Wednesday also raised her hands to show she carried no weapons. “I want you to come back with me to the house.”

Tyler just stared, his eyes looking rather vacant and remained in place as she approached him. It looked to Wednesday as though he had run out of battery but was still not shifting back to human form. Was he stuck in this form? Acid blood was still eating at his opened wounds and a foul acrid smell wafted off lacerations. 

“I’m going to pour saline solution on them for the moment.” Slowly, she divested of her backpack and brought out the first aid kit. When he continued to just watch, she opened the box and brought out the bottle with saline solution and cleansed the biggest cuts with it. Encouraged at his stillness, she brought out the purple bottle with painkiller sedatives. “First shifts are painful and the lacerations must ache. This is a painkiller, one drop and it will ease soreness. Can I place one underneath your tongue?”

Nodding, Tyler opened his large mouth to reveal large serrated teeth and a long purple tongue that he curled backwards. Wednesday placed just a small drop on the floor of his mouth and recapped the medicine bottle. She offered him water and once more insisted for him to follow him back to the house. But Tyler shook his head, his large lips trembling. Fear seeped into their bond as big, fat tears rolled down his cheeks. 

Wednesday, sighed and knelt down by his side, sitting on the forest floor. Eventually the sedative would take effect and he would feel somewhat more calm. Long minute passed by and Wednesday felt Tyler was feeling because he had stopped his silent crying.

“Dr Yarrow is my great uncle. He is the youngest brother of my maternal grandfather, Domitius Yarrow. He delivered me and my brothers and is a trusted member of the family.” The more she talked, the calmer Tyler became. “I will walk back to the house. I haven't slept properly in days since you manifested. Please follow me.”

Gathering her supplies, she stood up and began to walk back to the house. She heard rustling and almost smiled when she looked over shoulder and saw him following.

Tyler collapsed halfway to the house from his injuries. His body shifted partially into his human form, and as his jaws fit together he was able to speak. It was immediately apparent that this was a disaster. Perhaps it was better when he could only stare because he immediately started complaining.

“Don’t look at me.” He whined as Wednesday knelt by his side and placed her hands on his misshapen shoulders. Tyler pressed his face to the ground and refused to look at Wednesday.  “Go away. I am disgusted with myself right now.”

“Don’t be dramatic.” Wednesday hissed at him and covered him with the blanket she carried in her backpack when she noticed him shaking. “Why did you not call me like I told you to?”

“The demon was looking for you. It came for me first in the forest.” Tyler mumbled, he was still crying pitifully. His voice shook with embarrassment.  “Wednesday is this a nightmare?”

“No. This is all real.” She sighed and did her best to convey a sense of security through their friendship bond. “But it will get better. The sedative must have relaxed your muscles enough that you partially shifted back.”

“I haven’t been able to regain human shape for days. The first shift was only supposed to last twelve hours.” Tyler whined.

“It must have been the stress of having the demonic entity stalking the forest.” Wednesday reasoned and took out her phone to call Lurch. 

“It said he was summoned to kill you. That someone gave him your hairbrush.” Tyler mumbled.

Wednesday’s blood ran cold and she shuddered. “My hair?” Someone with easy access to her room took her hairbrush. She had paid it no mind at first thinking she misplaced her comb and purchased a new one at the town on a saturday.

“Yes.” Tyler whispered. “You should have stayed safe at Nevermore.”

“I was not going to stay put. We vowed to be each other’s emotional anchor.” Wednesday said and then spoke to Lurch on the phone, instructing him to pick them up. “You remember Lurch right?”

“Yeah,” Tyler said tiredly, unable to move in a half shifted state because one of his legs was longer than the other. 

Lurch appeared out of the dark shadows of the forest accompanied by Thing who crawled towards Tyler and patted his hand. He was hoisted up in Lurch strong arms and taken back to his house and inside a medical tent. A tall, pale man with dark red eyes dressed in an old fashion black suit appeared in his line of vision.

“Young Master Sylvanne. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Dr Tiberius Yarrow.” He said in a subtly accented voice.

“My mother hated that name and so do I.”

“It is always difficult to come to terms with a violent nature.” Dr Yarrow said, sounding like he had seen too much. “Thank you Lurch, nurse Ezekiel will take over from here.”

Separated by curtains that section off the medical tent, Wednesday reclined in a camping cot with an iv bag hanging by her side. She was dehydrated and had lost dangerous amounts of sleep the past four days. Thing was resting next to her on the pillow and she could hear Dr Yarrow was busy guiding Tyler back to his human form without much success.

“Young Master, you spent much too long in Hyde form. It is imperative that your body remembers its human shape.”

“I tried going back to my human form but the demonic entity attacked me. I haven't been able to shift back properly since then.”

“It sounds like a defense mechanism. I am aware my young niece is your emotional anchor.”

“Yes.”

“Would you mind if she were to assist in you shifting back to human form?”

“He does not mind.” Wednesday interrupted having unhooked the iv bag on her own and walked the few steps needed to where Tyler was.

“The Dr was asking me.” Tyler complained trying, shame coloring his voice. He tried to pull the blanket over his head but failed and ended up slicing it open. Wednesday simply stared at him with no expression. This situation was exactly the reason why she had agreed to be his emotional anchor.

“Excellent.” Dr Yarrow said, ignoring Tyler's discomfort. “What we need is for your emotional anchor to visualize your human shape and projected into your mind through the bond.”

Wednesday, approached him slowly but Tyler wouldn't meet her eyes. 

“Deep breaths now.” Dr Yarrow coached. “Relax.”

She placed her fingertips at the side Tyler’s head forced him to look into her eyes. Their friendship bond pulsed gently, and she saw him taking shuddered breaths. Matching their inhale and exhales Wednesday thought back to his human shape. Summoning her memories of their shared moments together, she projected the image of how she saw him. 

His broad shoulders…

His large hands…

His long legs….

His handsome face with its green, expressive eyes.

The sound of cracking bones was a macabre melody in the tent. She heard him groaning in agony as his body returned to one shape. And opened her eyes to see Tyler back in human form…. Naked.

Golden skin stretched over muscle and sinew that was marred by the scratches of the demon entity. Brown moles decorated his handsome body and he had a dusting of gold brown hair all over. It grew coarser at his navel and ended in his groin around a sizable uncut penis and testes. Wednesday turned around and left the room back to her cot.

“This injection is to manage the pain.” Dr Yarrow clinical voice carry over.

“I do not want opioids. Those are dangerous to Hydes.” Tyler growled.

“These are my own mixes. I tried them before on Olga Malakova. She reacted favourably to them.” Dr Yarrow answered. “I see Mistress Sylvanne did not leave completely unschooled on Hyde physiology.”

“Mom left me notes.” Tyler’s voice had lost the dangerous edge it had taken previously. The painkillers must have done their intended work.

Only a little bit away, separated by curtains, Wednesday lay on her cot. Her iv bag connected once again. Her blasted cell phone vibrated in her pocket for what possibly could be the millionth time. Wednesday wanted to smash it to pieces but instead she fished out and checked the caller id. It was Enid.

“Oh, my god! Wednesday, where are you?” Enid shouted on the phone and Wednesday held the phone away from her ear. “I heard from the teachers that it's still dangerous outside with the Demon entity. Tell me where you are. I will come get you with my brothers and Ajax.”

“I am fine, Enid.” Wednesday replied. The iv bag must have sedatives or her words wouldn’t have come out so slurred.

“Fine?” Enid questioned sharply. “Where are you? Are you with Tyler again?”

“Actually, I am.” Wednesday confessed. “I’m at his house right now. I will spend the night, cover for me.”

A long silence stretched on the phone before Enid burst into a shout. “Oh, mee geeh!!! Are you guys like togethe r now?!”

Wednesday decided that pretending she was staying over for sex at Tyler’s home was easier than explaining the events of the day. Plus, she really didn’t know if Tyler wanted it known that he was a Hyde. “We are. Cover for me with Thornhill.”

Enid's shout of excitement through the phone probably damaged her eardrums. “You got it bestie. It's pack code.” She yelled and hung up.

Wednesday felt slightly guilty about lying to Enid, who had taken her eccentricities in stride, but the truth wasn’t her to reveal. She would have to ask Tyler permission to divulge his secret before telling Enid. Heavy sleep closed her eyelids and tumbled down into dreamland not realizing that her voice had carried in the tent.

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Lurch had driven Wednesday back to Nevermore early in the morning, leaving her outside the gates just in time for breakfast. She had climbed up to the dorm through a set of concealed stairs and changed into her uniform. Enid had taken one look at her and sniffed the air, giving her an inquisitive look which she had ignored. Breakfast had been an uneventful affair with no one the wiser she had not slept at the school at all. Tyler didn’t want anyone to know he was a Hyde, not even Enid could know. Wednesday understood, when Hydes had been banned from Nevermore he had been excluded even from the outcast community that pretended to be so welcoming.

“You are hiding something.” She hissed later on when they were shut in their dorm.

“You are paranoid, Enid.” Wednesday said as she worked on her novel. She had structured the twenty five acts and had small summaries for each chapter and scene. 

“That would work on anyone else that doesn't have my sharp olfactory system. You did not stay with Tyler last night for a hook up. Something else went on.” Enid was very smart despite the vapid rainbow girl image she liked to project. “Now spill.”

“What would you know? Maybe we were having wild, loud sex.” Wednesday had no idea on why she was insisting on this lie. But for some reason it made sense to double down on it.

Enid came around and stuck her face in her line of sight. Thing was sworn secrecy under the pain of broken fingers. “I would smell it on you and with how stiff looking you are this morning, I sincerely doubt the two of you are hooking up.”

Wednesday blinked. “Tyler and I were off in the woods last night.”

“Truth.” Enid said and tapped her nose.

“And we did have wild, loud sex.” Wednesday insisted, giving Eni her most earnest look possible.

Enid scoffed and stepped back, swinging her arms in frustration. “Now that is a filthy lie. Whatever you were doing involved lots of people. I have never smelled around here before and don't even try to say it was an orgy. Because I won’t believe you.”

Sometimes saying nothing was the best strategy. Enid decided to to torture her for the deception by pressing play on Together Forever by Rick Astley. Tyler better be grateful for the sacrifices she was making for him.

It was a tuesday night, and after her torture session with Kinbot, she had left with Tyler to have dinner at his home. Enid was still giving her the stink eye and blasting Rick Astley in their dorm as punishment. Thing was no help, he had always had a weakness for blond women, first aunt Debbie and now Enid. Only the threat of broken fingers kept him at her side.

Tyler had served her beef bourguignon and afterwards she insisted on seeing his homework. His chicken scratch was barely legible and he blamed it on barely using his pen and instead recording sessions on his phone to type the notes later. He insisted on teaching her how to properly hold her phone and finally registering her for email. It was essential, she couldn’t ignore tech if she wanted to set foot on Yale.

Ever since he had manifested Tyler's hair was shinier, his skin smoother, his eyes a more vibrant shade of green. Shifters, once manifested, would often return to human form looking more appealing than before. Wednesday had just not been expecting this to be the case with Tyler. The differences were minute, but his overall appearance was more alluring than before the shift. 

“It was a talkative demon. Kept saying that it was roaming the woods and picked up our scent. That someone had given it your hair.”

“I’m still upset you didn’t answer the phone.” Wednesday hissed.

“I didn’t think you would insist so much. You called me 98 times.”

“And every time was torture. You will never do this to me again.”

“Yes, boss.”

“Why do I feel that statement is not accompanied by the proper remorse?”

“You know me too well.”

It was a disturbing development to be sure. One that had caused her heart to beat slightly faster in his presence and for arousal to pulse in between her legs. She much preferred Tyler before. Because while he was handsome then it was something she could ignore. That was no longer the case.

Noticing the bruises on his knuckles and forearm, Wednesday caught his hand and brought it closer for inspection. “What happened here?”

Tyler smiled, his eyes suddenly gleaming. “There is a dojo in Jericho that teaches jiu jitsu. The practices always leave me with bruises.” He explained and Wednesday saw him shifting in the chair to draw closer. She saw him inhale and wondered if he had acquired a heightened sense of smell in human form. 

Wednesday felt his thumb caressed the palm of her hand and felt a shiver go up her spine. Looking down at his hands and then his eyes, she noticed how he was looking at her with sudden intensity that had not been there before. Warm heat pooled in between her legs, her pulsed spiking. When she tried to pull her hand back Tyler’s hand tightened around her fingers.

“You ought to come see me practice someday.” He offered boldly, his face drawing closer to her own. A dull roar filled her ears and she looked from his eyes to his lips and back again. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips nervously and she saw his eyes staring at her mouth. 

Tyler moved closer, giving her ample time to rear back and Wednesday was caught in indecision. Whether to move forward and kiss him… or move backwards in rejection. Was there a downside to allowing the friendship to veer into sexual territory?

The decision was taken away from her when the kitchen door opened and Donovan walked in. He stopped at the doorsill in surprise at the sight of them and Wednesday shifted her head to look at him over Tyler’s shoulder. Tyler’s eyes were still burning into her but his face had changed from aroused to cold. 

Donovan paused for a beat, blinked several times and then shook his head as though in dismay. 

“You two,” He sighed and Tyler finally moved to look at his father.

“Hey, dad.” Tyler said as he turned around and let go of her hand.

“It's a school night.”

Wednesday looked away, her eyebrows knitting together. She really couldn’t say they didn’t have tension. But such a thing was natural between friends… right? Maybe?

“Of course, we were already finished.” Tyler’s calm demeanor was… Disturbing. 

They packed up and he drove her back to Nevermore like nothing had happened. Easily saying goodnight, a sweet smile on his lips. Wednesday didn’t know whether to be angry or grateful at how smoothly he was diffusing the uncomfortable situation.

Wednesday made her way back to her dorm and found that Enid was still not back from seeing Ajax. Thing had gone on his nightly gossip finding walk for her roommates blog. She was alone… and Tyler moving in close to almost kissed her had left her in an uncomfortable state of arousal. 

She was feeling… rather feverish since the events at the kitchen table. The feel of his hand in her own had been arousing. Tyler was her friend but he was also a very attractive male. She liked his easy smile, his expressive green eyes and his golden blonde hair so different from her own. He also smelled good.

Wednesday walked inside her large closet, locked the door and also locked the bathroom door. Rolling out a large towel on the floor, she fished out the dildo Yoko had gifted her as a joke upon arriving at Nevermore. She washed in the sink with warm, soapy water and used a clean paper towel to dry it. Opening the condom box she kept under the sink, she opened it and grabbed one packet.

Sliding out of her pants and underwear she laid down on the towel she had placed on the floor and condom on the dildo. Sighing, she slid the toy up and down her aching vulva. She was so wet, she didn’t need anymore lubrication and pressed the head of the dildo on her vaginal canal, smoothly sliding it inside. Wednesday surpassed a moan and thought back to Tyler as she pumped the dildo in and out of her slowly.

Tyler and his sweet smile. 

Tyler and his warm hands.

Tyler and his vibrant green eyes that had sparked with lust when he tried to kiss her….

And she was coming.

Spine arching, her legs shaking as she threw her head back in satisfaction. “Tyler.” She whispered and began to chase a second orgasm.

Oh, she was in so much trouble.

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Wednesday had finally gotten in eight hours of solid sleep the past week and her visions had laid dormant. She was still mulling the incident with the demonic entity and how it had mentioned to Tyler it had her hair. Enid had nosed around the room looking for strange scents but she had not detected anything unusual. 

Eugene had been assailed with nightmares as of late and Enid was spending more time with him at Humer’s shed meditating. Wednesday had also allowed him to sleep in their dorm in a sleeping bag next to Enid’s bed in case of night terror. She was glad her own nightmares had subsided when her friendship bond with Tyler had taken root. Hyde magical connections were an effective anchor against any unwanted visions.

She had made it to the town of Jericho and the Weathervane early for her therapy session with Kinbott and had sat down to wait out the time. An empty ceramic coffee cup and food plate sat in front of her. Tyler had promised her coq au vin for dinner tonight and she was looking forward to it. 

Just as Tyler was picking up her empty plates the door to the Weathervane opened and a beautiful girl walked in. Wednesday recognized the girl from one of the pictures Enid had shown her a few weeks ago. Stacy was a blond, blue-eyed girl, perfect hair and make up. 

“Ty, you have neglected us these past few weeks. Not coming over for playtime.” Stacey said, getting into Tyler’s personal space and placing a hand on his shoulder. Shame she sounded like a vapid bimbo with the mental acuity of a room thermostat. “The girls are sad. We need you to come and wring the poison out of us. Just come over tonight to Mandy’s house, okay?”

Tyler felt sweat beading at his brow in embarrassment and he looked at Wednesday who was ignoring the two of them and resolutely looking at her book. “Errmmm…. I can’t anymore Stacy. I… ummm… I have dinner with Wednesday. You understand?”

“Who?” Stacy turned her pretty blue eyes in her direction and assessed Wednesday from head to toe. She looked rather disturbed and then she stuttered. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know about this.” She said suddenly apologetic as she pointed between Wednesday and Tyler with a perfectly manicured finger. “Sorry, Ty.”

“It's okay, Stacy.” Tyler easily accepted her apology, sounding like he wanted her to go. 

Stacy pursed her perfect lips, embarrassment coloured her cheeks. “Well, Jonah and Lucas are always up for making the girls happy, so don’t worry.” Stacy said and left. There was no question left in Wednesday’s head what the girl had meant when she mentioned that the two other boys would make them happy. 

“I’m sorry about that.” Tyler said nervously, wiping his hands on his apron. “I didn’t think she would show up.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to go tonight? She looked sad. Go make her and the girls happy .” Wednesday’s voice had attained a dark edge and Tyler gulped. 

“Stacy is shallow and annoying at times. And I wasn’t making… them all happy at once .” Tyler peeped. “Don’t you want to have dinner tonight?”

“Did you even like her?” Wednesday asked. Surprise at his sudden criticism of his old flame.

Tyler sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “Do you want to hear the ugly truth?” He asked as he sat opposite her in the booth.

“The uglier the better.” What could be worse than having his old hook up show up and propositioned him in her face?

“The closer I got to manifesting the more my senses sharpened. Normies can tell something is off with me, their primitive brain knows I am a predator but their eyes tell them I am human like them.” Tyler confessed looking at the table. 

Wednesday nodded. “It's their primitive brain telling them they are prey.” As a quarter vampire and werewolf, she also had this issue, even if she could not shift and was still part human. “The uncanny valley.”

Tyler smiled, his eyes flashing red for an instant. “Stacy would get really scared around me, I could hear her heart beating like a drum in her chest. She thought it was because she liked me. I accepted her offer because there was no reason to say no.”

Wednesday blinked. “You can hear my heartbeats?” What else could he hear… or smell? The thought was rather disturbing to Wednesday who took pains to keep her privacy. It was perhaps rather late in the game to think that way when it came to Tyler. She had spent so much time with him.

“Yes.” Tyler answered, holding her gaze and the deep purring sound of the hyde filled her head. 

His eyes softened, his lips curving into a warm smile as his eyes bored into her own. She felt the warm buzz of their friendship bond and the calming feeling of plunging underwater invaded her senses. Sudden liquid heat pulled in between her thighs and awareness crept slowly in the back of her head. 

The sound of the bell jingling and the opening of the door broke their eye contact. A client had just arrived at the Weathervane. Tyler left the booth, his customer service mask slipping on easily as he got behind the counter.

The conversation with Tyler and the way his eyes had looked at her was still swirling in her mind when she reached Kinbot’s office. Wednesday was more relaxed than usual, she was planning on finishing her homework at Tyler’s house before they had dinner together. The past two weeks had established a bit of a pattern where after her therapy appointment he would pick her up and they would go to his house to do homework and have dinner. She was getting a bit too comfortable with Tyler.

“Today, I want to talk about something that I just recently found out. I feel this is very important.”

Wednesday's eyebrows lowered on her face and she watched Kinbott from underneath them, anger simmering under the surface. “If it wasn't because I am forced to be here I would have put a stop to you skulking in my life.”

“I have always felt you are hiding your emotions, Wednesday. Sometimes painful wounds need to be lanced so the poison will come out.”

Wednesday did not like where this conversation was going. Why was anybody upset about some piranhas in the pool? Or the forced rhinoplasties Darren had to endure after she bashed his face in? People did those surgeries all the time and for aesthetics reasons, she simply gave Darren the perfect excuse when his nose met the end of her baseball bat.

“These sessions are enough torture. I will just admit to being wrong and write a letter of remorse. How about that?”

“Wednesday, I want to help you. Honestly, I feel we can get you to a place of integration with your shadow and all this anger.”

“If I agree to this will you at least sign the document for the judge?” Wednesday had already begun correspondence with her uncle Fester on how to get out of this quagmire. She would frame Kinbot with a crime if she had to just get out of this stupid session.

“Of course, so long as you cooperate and show improvement in your anger management issues.” Kinbott was being too agreeable, her smile was genuine. Wednesday had a feeling that it was because Kinbott felt she somehow had gotten the upper hand. Morally righteous people were stupidly shortsighted in their quest to to enforce their morals on others.

“Very well.” Wednesday cautiously agreed.

“I want to talk about someone who is no longer with us today.” Kinbot began and Wednesday frowned, trepidation starting to form in her gut. “A person I feel you loved very much, your little brother Pubert.”

Wednesday’s eyes widened, her mouth ran dry and she felt her muscles tense. The edges of her vision blurred and she stared at Kinbott from under her bangs. Her lungs burn from the need to breathe but her tense chest muscle wouldn’t let her take in more than a quick breath through her mouth. Speech failed her and she pursed her lips, cutting off her oxygen supply to her brain. She would kill Valerie Kinbot.

“I know his death was very sudden and that it happened when you were barely televen. Would you please tell me about him?”

“How dare you bring him up?” Wednesday hissed, her fist clenched in her lap so hard her knuckles turned white. “He is gone, what could there be to talk about?”

“A great deal.” Kinbot was at serious risk of being murdered. “Wednesday his sudden death coincides with your anger issues. Only weeks after Pubert passed, you beat a fellow student in the mess hall at your middle school.”

“He was beating another girl. Of course, I was angry?”

“I think that is an excuse.” Kinbot was a sick bitch. Wednesday would admire her lack of empathy if they weren’t discussing something so delicate. “You were trying to exorcise the pain from Pubert’s passing. I know you were the first person to find him dead in his crib.”

Her heart was beating in her throat and her mouth had gone dry, rage boiled inside her so wild it was bleeding into her friendship bond with Tyler. She felt the Hyde startled and growled before she shut down their connection. Slamming shut the gates so hard her teeth rattled. For once she needed to be alone in her own head. When had she grown so comfortable with Tyler that she allowed their bond to go unchecked in her head? 

“Pubert is dead and you have no right to talk about him.”

Wednesday's phone rang, and she felt increased pressure on her friendship bond with Tyler, as he tried to contact her. She would take a hammer to her phone when the first opportunity arose and later set it on fire. Raising her mental walls high to muffle the insistent scratching at her walls from the Hyde, she turned angry eyes on Kinbot.

“Wednesday sudden baby death syndrome is no one's fault. It cannot be prevented and it wasn’t your mother’s fault nor anyone else's.” Kinbot continued oblivious to danger. Had no one ever shattered this woman’s sense of safety that she did not see danger when it stared into her eyes?

“Shut up, Pubert was murdered!” Wednesday nearly shouted. “He was fine when I put him to sleep and my stupid mother did not see it. She fed him the poison through her breast milk.”

“Wednesday, you are confused.”

She stood up so suddenly that she made Kinbot jump in her chair, a small gasp leaving her lips. Wednesday's face must have been terrible because Kinbot looked at her in horror. “What do you know about magical house warfare? You are just a normie.” She hissed before rushing out of Kinbot’s office and ripping the door open. She slammed it against the wall, the doorknob cracking the drywall. Somewhere in the distance, her rational mind urged her to get away from Kinbot before she murdered the woman.

Picture frames fell and shattered to the pristine parquet flooring. Kinbot shook herself and then followed. “Wednesday, please come back! We haven't finished the session.” Valerie Kinbot really wanted to die today. She followed Wednesday at a run down the hall and the staircase.

The rage at being followed was turning into madness. She ought to have killed Darren and been sent to the juvenile correctional facility. That would have been easier than these stupid therapy sessions and having to endure Kinbot’s condescending attitude. Kinbot called her name once more and madness unraveled her mind. Wednesday stopped abruptly at the landing of the staircase and she sighted Kinbot. Here was her opportunity to get rid of her once and for all. She would kill Kinbot, her eyes spotted the cameras pointing at the stairwell and the angry animalistic side of her purred in contentment. 

There would be no more excuses from her parents or lawyers. 

No more get out of jail free cards. 

Her crime would be recorded on camera and she would be rid of the pest that was Kinbot and all the idiots who thought she could be reformed. Cold madness must have shown on her face because Kinbot stopped just midflight. Her chest heaved and she froze suddenly recognizing danger.

“Wednesday?”

Just a little closer and the camera would take the totality of the violent attack. But Kinbot was rooted to her spot, clutching the banister and staring at her in sudden realization. Perhaps she wasn’t as stupid as Wednesday thought her to be. It wouldn’t be the first time she had underestimated an opponent. 

The door to the street opened and cool air followed. Wednesday heard heavy footfalls before a well known face showed up in her line of sight. 

Tyler.

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The door to the street opened and cool air followed. Wednesday heard heavy footfalls before a well known face showed up in her line of sight. 

Tyler.

Of course, he felt when she slammed her mental walls up on their connection. He looked winded and was wearing his Weathervane uniform. He nervously licked his dry lips and held her gaze before his eyes shifted to the hand she had put in her pocket. How well he knew her to guess that she had a swiss army knife in her right pocket. Tyler shook his head minutely, his eyes pleading.

Slowly he walked forward, going up the stairs to her and Wednesday saw his muscles tensing. The idiot was going to lunge at her to stop her from murdering Kinbot. She waited until he was halfway up the first flight of stairs and leaning against the railing before she lunged to the side. She evaded his arms and ran out the door blindly. Wednesday scarcely had time to round the corner and into the dark alleyway that ran through the buildings when her emotions caught up to her. Collapsing against the wall, a dull roar sounded in her ears and she felt nauseous.

In her mind’s eyes, she saw Pubert being placed on her arms as a newborn. His face red from crying calmed when he saw her. Love unfurled in her chest like she had never felt before. She wanted to take care of this screaming little creature forever.

Wednesday had loved Pubert so much. She had been fresh from the trauma of seeing her pet scorpion Nero being crushed to pieces but her black heart still had love to give to Pubert… and then she found him dead in his crib. 

Her heart had turned to stone. Loving someone was a sure way to end up in terrible agonizing pain. There hadn’t been enough tears or rage to convey how much she hated the people who poisoned her mother so she would breastfeed Pubert the poison through her milk. If there was anything that would make her rage better, it was finding the bastards that had killed her baby brother. She would murdered them slowly.

“Wednesday.”

Tyler had followed her.

Tyler, her emotional anchor, who was quickly becoming one of the most important persons in her life. She wanted to cut him off like one did with a gangrened limb. Rip him out from her heart before he had a chance to plant roots and crush the stone that encased her heart to her tender flesh. She had foolishly accepted him in her life because there was still a small part of her that cared.

If there was anyone who had the capacity to crush her it was Tyler. Because he was a neurological pathway to the old Wednesday from childhood. The girl who had not known pain or loss and still had something to give. She turned to him and felt cold air hit her cheeks. Tyler’s face crumbled and she wondered what he saw in her eyes.

Water poured from her eyes. Her breath was ragged.

Maybe it was raining. It had to be raining. If asked, Wednesday would have insisted that it was raining that night. Tyler approached her cautiously like one would a cornered wild animal. “I felt your anger while I was at the Weathervane. What happened? What did she say?”

“She said… Pubert… What is the point? No one can bring him back.” Wednesday swallowed. Cold wetness slid down her cheeks and stained her white shirt collar. “I was going to kill her. Why did you stop me?”

Tyler shook his head, his eyes soft and understanding. “If you do that they will put you away. It's not worth it Wednesday.”

Pain lanced through her skull and she started hyperventilating. She turned away from him and slumped against the dirty brick wall. Wednesday’s fist banged the wall. Her mind was quiet and then all at once the calm river that were her psychic abilities pulled her down to its raging depths. Gasping for air, she would have collapsed to her knees had Tyler not rushed forward to hold her as she went down.

Visions assailed her tired mind. Ripping at the walls of her mental sanity and causing her body to crumble.

A raging beast.

A dark night with a blood moon.

A book with a strange symbol falling from a bookcase.

Tall figures dressed in purple robes.

A crying child. The roar of demonic entities stalking the shadows.

“ You are the raven in my bloodline. ” A disembodied female voice whispered in her visions. “ You must learn to navigate the raging river and not drown in the depths of people's darkness .”

Blood dripped from her nostrils down into her mouth. She felt Tyler cradling her head and limp body. He pressed their foreheads together. His aura surrounded her and she felt the pull of the friendship bond like a lifeline tugging her out of the raging river. The roar of the Hyde echoed in her mind and she was abruptly from the visions. 

Wednesday eyes fluttered open, resurfacing with a gasp, her hands clawed at Tyler’s shoulders. “Breathe with me, Wednesday.” Tyler whispered against her forehead, his warm lips pressing against her cold skin, and she found herself taking in lungfuls of air. His scent was overwhelming. “It's going to be okay.”

Their friendship bond pulsed gently in her head and she felt compelled to match his breath. Their hearts beating in sync. Tyler’s strong arm held around the waist and her head rested on his shoulder. He pressed a paper napkin to her nose and Wednesday tasted copper on her tongue. 

Her head was muddled, but through her second sight, she saw the dark outline of the Hyde hovering over them. Relaxing, Wednesday tried to make sense of what had happened to her. She had gone into a murderous rage. If Tyler had not come into the building when he did she would have murdered Kinbot. 

Tyler was still dabbing at her face. “What happened?” Wednesday asked as she reached out to stop his hand. 

“You had a sudden nosebleed. I had a few napkins on my apron but the blood has dried on your face and shirt collar.” He explained.

Excellent, not only had she had an emotional episode, but she probably looked like a murder victim. All she needed now was for the sky to open up rain on them. Just then it began to rain on them and Wednesday sighed. Tyler helped her stand up, but she felt weak as a newborn kitten. 

“I’m going to take you back to Nevermore.” He said trying to be helpful.

“No.” Wednesday said, her voice stronger. “If Enid sees me like this she will throw a tantrum complete with ugly crying.”

“Okay, how about we go to the clinic around the corner? I’m worried about that nosebleed.” Tyler tried again.

“No, nosebleeds are not serious and it has stopped now.” Wednesday was back to her deadpan voice and expressionless face, Tyler counted that as progress.

“So what are you going to do?” Tyler asked calmly.

“I am going to squat in this alleyway until I feel like walking back to Nevermore.” It sounded perfectly reasonable to her ears, even the rain would be good to wash off the blood. Cold rain was seeping through her shirt collar and into her overheated skin. Fantastic. She had run out of Kinbot’s office without her jacket or school bag. 

“Then I am going to take you to my house.” Tyler said in a strong voice that brook no refusal.  “We were going to have dinner together anyway.” Since he had saved her from a terrible decision, Wednesday felt it made sense to let him make some arrangements for her.

“Let’s go to my car.” Tyler said, placing an arm around her waist hauling her away. Wednesday saw Kinbot looking at them from the end of the alleway with an umbrella.

“Wednesday are you alright?” She asked Wednesday, looking startled by the blood on her staining her crisp white shirt as they came closer. “What happened?”

Tyler, sensing Wednesday was checking out of the conversation and would refuse to respond, answered instead. “Wednesday was feeling nauseous. I am going to take her back to Nevermore.”

“Okay, I will bring down her jacket and backpack, Tyler.” Kinbot offered and Tyler smiled at her like he hadn’t just saved her from Wednesday murdering her. Tyler practically carried her to his car, opened the passenger door and settled her inside. 

Distantly, she heard Kinbot screaming bloody murder and she wondered if Tyler had killed her. She really couldn’t muster the necessary emotions to be surprised. But she did manage some surprise when he opened the passenger door, and Thing jumped into her lap.

“Thing scared Kinbot shitless. She basically fainted on the couch and I just ran out.” Tyler explained, putting her jacket and backpack in the backseat. Wednesday petted Thing in her lap and sagged in her seat when Tyler started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

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Wednesday sat slumped on the car passenger seat with Thing cradle in her hands. Her face vacant, she had not made one sound or moved since Tyler settled her in the car seat. Parking the car, Tyler went around and placed her jacket and backpack into her arms before lifting her out of the car seat and into the house. If she had found strength, Wednesday would have protested but as it stood she could barely move. These last bout of visions had been especially miserable and her muscles were trembling with weakness. 

Tyler placed her on the couch and made a phone call to his dad. “Just check on Kinbot, dad.” He waited for a beat. “Yeah, Thing gave her a fright. I have Wednesday here at home with me. I will take her back to Nevermore when she is better.”

Blood was probably crusting on her face and her wet clothes were cold. Sighing, she kicked off her penny loafers and felt with disgust that her socks were also wet. Tyler approached her slowly with a wet towel in his hand, he had every intention to wipe her face clean. But Wednesday was tired of feeling helpless and she extended her arm to take the wet towel from him.

“Are you cold? Do you want tea? Soup?” Tyler murmured and sat by her side. “Your clothes are wet. I can lend you some of mine.”

“Yes, to the clothes. Thank you.” Wednesday said without inflection, she felt drained emotionally and so very cold.

“Wednesday, I am going to call your dad.” Tyler said cautiously.

“Why?”

“I speak to him from time to time. Mr Gomez made me promise if anything happened I would call him.”

Wednesday pursed her lips knowing drama would ensue. Thing would probably also tell her parents through the crystal ball anyways. “Fine.”

Tyler showed her to the bathroom upstairs and passed her a set of clean polo shirt, sweat pants to wear and a pair of clean slippers. Wednesday looked at herself in the mirror and her eyes widened in surprise. She looked dreadful, blood stained her shirt collar and flecks of it were drying on her face. Her hair was a tangled mess and somewhere along the way she had lost a hair tie and one of her braids had unraveled. At least her underwear was not wet and she had a comb in her backpack. 

Enid had forced her to keep a makeup bag in her backpack with wet wipes, a comb and toothbrush, her face wash and all purpose lotion. It came handy now as she tried her best to put herself back together. Tyler’s clothes were several sizes too big and she had to roll the sweat pants a few times over her waist. Her last remaining hair tie snapped as she was trying to comb her hair and she gave up trying.

When Wednesday showed up at the kitchen Tyler’s lips parted slightly, his eyes softening at the sight of her in his clothes. She watched his adams apple working his throat, his nostril flaring as he inhaled. His eyes lingered on her face, shifting from her eyes and back to her lips. Arousal started pulsing in her blood and Wednesday looked away first, sitting by the kitchen table.

“Are you feeling better?” Tyler asked.

“Marginally.” Wednesday replied. 

Tyler had set the table with every intention of serving her food. Her stomach clamp down painfully in hunger, in the aftermath of visions she was always ravenous. Her mental walls were shattered after such an intense bout of visions and she found the feelings she had been repressing for Tyler bubbling to the surface.

“Do you want tea?”

“Yes.”

Tea and food helped her regain enough energy that she was able to put one drop of the sedative underneath her tongue. Tyler sat right next to her, hovering as she ate. Wednesday didn’t have it in her to be angry at him. Plus, his arm brushing her own and the feeling of his bare skin was… disturbing… arousing. 

Ever since he had manifested, his presence had not failed to arouse her and she had begun to masturbate. Thoughts of his face and voice lingered in her mind as she touched herself. Ratcheting up her arousal until she would come, gasping his name, her thighs shaking with the strength of her release.

Wednesday always made sure to block their connection when her body needed release. But her nightly activities had become a secret between them. Of course, Tyler knew when she would block him out just as she did when the connection was dampened on his side.

He inhaled deeply and Wednesday felt a flush start in her cheeks. Her heart started racing in her chest and arousal pooling in between her legs. Did he know that for the past two weeks, she would leave his presence in a state of painful arousal?

“I can hear your heartbeat.” Tyler whispered and his breath fanned her ear.

Tyler knew. Wednesday was now sure of it.

He had smelled her arousal, heard her heartbeat and had known she wanted him. Probably, had a good idea of why she dampened their friendship bond at night although this was the moment where she would need his support the most against unwanted visions.

Turning to look at him, she stopped short when she saw how close he had gotten. His sweet breath fanned her face and she swallowed nervously. Looking from his lips up to his eyes and back again. She could still feel the soft texture of his lips against her forehead. The warmth of his body and his enticing scent when she had buried her nose in the crook of his neck and shoulder. 

Tyler leaned forward but stopped just short of kissing her. “This is a mistake.” Wednesday said, their lips an inch away.

“I will make it a sweet mistake.” Tyler teased, his lips curling into a sensual smirk. “Do you want me to kiss you? Yes or no?”

Wednesday hesitated for one microsecond before closing the distance and crashing her lips with his own. She had never kissed anyone but she blamed Tyler for the fever she felt. For her sudden interest in masturbation that had been something she could ignore or do only occasionally. 

Feeling his hands coming up to cradle her face Tyler took control of the kiss. His lips gently pushed against her own and she moaned deep in her throat trying to mimic his movements. His hands combed through her loose hair before tangling at the nape of her neck and massaging her scalp gently.  Pulling her head back, his thumbs circled her jaw open for his tongue to gently dip into her mouth. 

Wednesday shuddered, hot arousal burning in her vulva as his tongue gently teased her own. Her nipples pebbled against her bra cups. It felt like a fever was pouring through her body and madness had clouded her mind. 

She wanted Tyler.

She wanted him bad.

She wanted him to jackhammer into her pussy until she could not breathe.

Until she was screaming.

Until her legs shook and her toes curled into orgasm.

Only then, would the aching fever he had awakened in her body, calm.

Tyler gasped and groaned against her mouth and Wednesday realized she had been projecting images into his head. Her arousal had lowered her defenses and he had seen just badly she wanted him. 

It would be embarrassing, if she didn't feel so wanton all she could think about was the wet, hot slide of his lips against her own. Of the tastes of his mouth in her own, his tongue making love to her mouth. The wet sound of their lips and tongue coming together. Pulling at his hair harshly and making him groan, she climbed into his lap, straddling him. Gasping as her core met the hard ridge of cock.

It was all his fault that she had begun to feel… sexual arousal. It was all his fault, that she felt her vulva pulsing and getting wet at the thought of him. It was also his fault that she had fished out the dildo from the surprise bag Yoko had given her upon arrival at Nevermore. She blamed him for having used it to calm the insistent ache of her pussy. Stuffing herself full… only to orgasm with his name on her lips.

She felt his large hands sliding up her back to cup her nape and gasped against his lips. His fingers combed through her loose hair while his other arm pressed her tightly against his chest. “Easy.” Tyler whispered against her lips, stopping her hips just as she began to rock on his lap. 

Wednesday whimpered against his mouth. Her nails dug into his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt and she bit his lip in anger when she felt the Hyde purred in her head. “This is all your fault.” She bit out, her angry eyes looking into his amused ones. A sinful smile spread on his lips when she pulled on his hair. “I’ve never felt… I haven’t…never.”

Tyler chuckled and pulled her harshly against his lap making her wailed. “It’s okay baby girl. We will do anything you want.”

Ice ran through her veins and Wednesday remembered Stacy. Anger overtook her arousal and she smacked his hands away, jumping out of his lap. Anger and jealousy swirled in her gut, cooling her ardour. “Is that what you did with Stacy and the other girls?” She spat the words through gritted teeth.

Tyler’s amusement crumbled at the sight of her anger. “Don’t compare. It's not the same.”  His voice sounded choked. “I haven’t visited the girls since you came into town.”

“Why?” She growled.

His face was vulnerable, his eyes pleading as he looked into her angry eyes. “Because… I want you.”

That wasn’t a good enough explanation. “Explain?”

Tyler inhaled sharply, his eyes turning glassy. “When mom died… dad wanted nothing to do with Addams. I missed you and begged to see you but he did not want to visit. He even forbade me from speaking on the phone with your parents. I gave up on ever seeing you again but then you showed up at the Weathervane one day.” His eyes and voice were so earnest, she could feel the truth of it on their bond.

“You...” There was no way for him to lie with the friendship bond in place. “You’ve never told me any of this.”

“You didn’t remember me, it had been too long. Plus, I didn’t think you would welcome any of the dramatic memories. But you needed help and I thought… if only I could be close to you… but you gave me so much more.”

He stood up from the chair, his action slow, giving her enough time to step back. But Wednesday was already missing the warmth of his body and when reached for her face she didn’t flinch back. It felt new, but familiar all at once. His warm hands cupped her cheeks and he looked into her eyes. Their friendship bond pulsing with raw honesty and the nascent red aura of a lover’s bond. 

“Wednesday, I love you.” He confessed, his thumb rubbing her cheek.

Her breath hitched in her throat and her hand rose to caress his forearm. “I love you.” Tyler insisted, the emotion in his reverating through their bond.

She shook as she felt the veracity of his statement sink into her brain. Words failed her, this was her moment to push him away, to end their connection… but she couldn’t. Tyler was the one person she could trust. Her connection to a long forgotten happy time before the trauma of death ripped her heart and left her cold. 

“Me too.” Wednesday gasped and was engulfed in his arms, his lips kissing her own gently.

Tyler peppered gentle kisses on her lips, her cheeks, her eyelids. His hands cradle the nape of her neck and held her across the waist, the warmth of his body a brand on her skin even through the fabric of their clothes. His teeth bit her lower lip and she gasped, moaning when his tongue dipped into her mouth and curled to caress her palette. 

Wednesday shivered in his arms, heat coiling low in her gut as arousal heated her blood. 

She wrapped her arms around his torso and hugged him to her own body as hard as she could. Gasping into the kiss as their tongue slid against another. It was all too much, her arousal was overwhelming and she needed something, anything in between her legs easing the ache in her empty pussy.

“Shh, baby girl.” Tyler said and put his thigh in between her legs pressing it against her aching vulva. Wednesday gasped and wailed when his hands guided her hips to rock against his leg. Eagerly, she started rocking harder, pressing her clit against the supple muscle of his leg. 

She felt his hands go underneath the shirt she was wearing and up her torso, making her moan into his mouth, his nails gently scratching her overheated skin.  Her hips bucked against his leg and she clutched his head, her fingernails digging into her scalp as she got closer to orgasm. 

“Tyler.” She moaned and felt the Hyde purring in her head in response…. And she came, thrashing and wailing against his leg. Her fingernails sinking into his scalp. 

Tremors rocked her body and she heard Tyler groaning in her ear. His body shaking against her own as he orgasmed. “Oh, babygirl, I didn't mean to come but hearing you was so hot.” He rasped and pressed their cheeks together.

Wednesday's body went limp in his arms, the orgasm had left her relaxed in floating in a cloud of endorphins. Tyler kissed her neck and then picked up her limp body in arms. Walking towards the couch in the living room and placing her there.

“I'm going to change my pants. I'll be back.” He whispered against her lips before kissing them. 

Wednesday sighed and then groaned in frustration when his phone pinged. Tyler checked his pocket and wrinkled his nose. “It's dad, he is ten minutes away.” He explained and left to change his clothes.

Tyler came back and Wednesday climbed into his lap the moment he sat on the couch. She straddled his hips and pressed her face against his neck. Embracing her, one hand cradling her head and the other across her waist, Tyler inhaled her scent.

Donovan entered the house and found them on the couch. His eyebrows climbed up to his hairline. “Can't say I wasn't expecting this.” he murmured and shook his head. 

“How is Kinbot?” Tyler asked, ignoring Donovan’s remark. Wednesday made no attempt to move from on top of Tyler. She was ready for the day to be over.

“I had to explain to her that she did not see a hand but a robotic project. She was rather hysterical.”  Donovan answered.

Just then Thing jumped on the couch and startled Donovan who jumped backwards. Spinning in place, Thing gave Donovan the finger. Tyler chuckled. It was obvious what Thing thought of that stupid explanation. 

“Okay, Tyler, take her back to Nevermore. Weems is waiting for her. She called twenty times in the span of one hour. The woman is raving mad.” Donovan said and Wednesday heard him walking away.

“Okay, babygirl, I'm driving you back to the school.” 

Wednesday refused to let go, so he had to stand up with her clinging to his body and gathered her belongings with one hand. Donovan, with a bewildered expression on his face, helped him with the rest and opened the door so Tyler could walk through to his car parked outside. 

Thing hopped on the car immediately and perched on the dashboard. After a brief struggle to get Wednesday to let go of his neck, Tyler hopped on the driver's seat and drove off to Nevermore.  

Chapter Text

Enid, her brothers and Eugene had been waiting for Wednesday when she arrived at Nevermore.  It was a good thing too because her leg muscles were not responding after all the vision spasm. Enid had picked her up effortlessly and Eugene had taken her things from Tyler. Weems watched them from the window with Thornhill at her side. That night, Wednesday slept like the dead, her friendship bond open while she rested, stabilizing her against any unwanted visions.

The next day, at breakfast Enid and Eugene's constant talking had been a pleasant break instead of an annoying buzz. Classes were uneventful, but quite a bit of homework was assigned, in preparation for exams in mid January. New classes were announced via email and she found a roster of new instructors. Maybe she would finally be challenged, and given the skills she needed to go to Yale Law.

Wednesday also received a package from her parents by express shipping. Inside was a letter for Tyler and a necklace for her. Morticia had sent her an obsidian necklace with a letter telling her the necklace was a symbol of their connection as psychics. 

It was friday evening and she texted with Tyler to see her in the evening since he was not working at the Weathervane. She picked up her backpack and put the box under her arm instructing Thing to keep watch in her dorm room. Wednesday still had the mystery of her missing hairbrush to unravel. As a matter of security, she was collecting her hair, fingernail clippings and used napkins to burn them. 

Enid had scrunched her nose and declared her bonfire a disgusting offense to humanity. Wednesday couldn't have been more proud. Of course, since she had been using the school barbeques Miss Thorhill had seen them from the greenhouse and came out to chase them away. There was seriously something wrong with that woman. She always seemed to be in exactly the same place and time as Wednesday. 

Halfway down the road to Jericho, Wednesday found Tyler waiting for her in his car as they had agreed. He helped her put her packages in the back of the car and later, opened the door of the passenger seat for her. The car ride from Nevermore to the Galpin family house was a short ten minute

“How are your transformations?” Wednesday asked as she buckled her seatbelt.

“Stable.” Tyler answered as he started the car and drove off. “I shift at least once every night but it wipes me out for at least seven hours.”

Wednesday nodded. She wanted to see him shift, ever since his initial manifestation she had been allowed the pleasure to see Hyde again. “My parents sent you a letter. Any idea what is inside?”

“When mom died, she left what was left of the Sylvanne family fortune in my name. Obsidian Investments manages it for me. Mr Addams started calling me about it when I turned fifteen.”

“My father?” Wednesday blinked, the wheels turning in her head. She had questions now for her parents.

“Just to be honest with you. Mr. Addams called me after we got caught trying to go to Burlington together.”

“He did what?”

“Mr. Addams said that it was okay if we tried to run away together, that they would pay for everything but to please just call them. He told me you would be in danger if you ran off on your own.”

“And what did you say?”

“I said I would do my best but that I doubted you would try to run away again so soon. That you would wait until everyone let their guard down.” Tyler answered. “Are you going to run away again?”

“No, Nevermore is not so bad, even if the classes are terrible.” Wednesday reasoned. 

“Are you going home for Christmas?”

“I don’t know yet. If I stay, I will have the dorm to myself. Enid is going back home and taking Eugene with her. But, I could always go back home and get lost in the Addams family state forest.” Wednesday answered. “What are you going to do?”

Tyler shrugged. “The town always winds down for the Christmas holidays so it will be a very boring holiday. I will probably just stay home.”

They arrived at Tyler’s home and he parked his car in the driveway. “Where is Thing?” He asked as he unlocked the door to the house and let Wednesday inside.

“I left him on guard duty. I am still trying to find out who took my hairbrush.” Wednesday noticed all the new amulets by the door sills as Tyler locked up the door. “Where did you get those?”

“Your father sent them to me. He spoke with Dr Yarrow about the demonic entity and probably got the info from Lurch. They arrived today by express shipping and I placed them as soon as possible.”

Tyler took off his jacket and flannel, hanging in the entry closet and turned to offer a hanger to Wednesday. 

“I…I have something to say…” Wednesday began and Tyler’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “I’m sorry about last night...getting angry when you offered me sex or being upset you had life outside of me.”

Tyler’s face grew serious and he looked down, putting the hanger back inside the closet and shutting the door. “I was wrong to say it, Wednesday. I should handle the situation differently.”

“No.” Wednesday said, looking downwards, she walked off to the kitchen table . “I was just running the gamut of emotions after… my torture session with Kinbot… and should not have taken you to task for things you did when you had promise me nothing.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t with Stacy to hurt you but I just never thought we would ever...”

“You don’t have to apologize. You don't owe me anything from that time.” Wednesday stumbled over her words. “But… if it's going to be you and me being more than just friends… I want monogamy.” She said, turning to look at him and holding his gaze.

“It’s been just you and me since you got to Jericho. It's not like Stacy and I had much. She had forgotten about me for some time and was hooking up with Lucas or Jonah.” Tyler had opened their friendship bond in a show of trust. “Promising you monogamy it's not something that will be difficult to uphold. I already promised you loyalty.” He reminded her through their friendship bond.

Tyler had risked his life defending her from the demonic entity and she reciprocated by helping him to return to human form. Wednesday found she could trust him… even allowing him to become her lover. “I promise you loyalty as well. It will be just you and me unless we break up by mutual agreement.”

“It will be just you and me unless we break up by mutual agreement.” Tyler repeated her vows and their friendship bond strengthened, pulsing with a faint red glow. “Can I kiss you?” Tyler asked as he came closer, his hands extending towards her own.

Wednesday’s lips curled into a small smile and she approached him, placing her hands on his arms. Tyler smiled back, his eyes hopeful. “Of course.” She said and leaned forward to kiss his warm, sweet lips. Their friendship bond opened fully to allow surface level emotions to float back and forth.

Tyler pressed their lips together softly, his eyes open and staring into her own. He gently nipped her lower lip and Wednesday’s eyes fell close. She was already breathing heavily, her fingers digging into his shirt. When they parted for air, Tyler was grinning at her, his thumb rubbing her cheek gently. “Does this mean I am your boyfriend now?” He asked.

Wednesday’s breath hitched in her throat. “Yes,” She whispered and he kissed her again with a bit more enthusiasm. Sighing into his mouth, Wednesday wrapped her arms around his neck, the kiss growing tender. Arousal simmered between them and she felt him breathing heavily, and saw his lips red. 

Her heart was racing in her chest and she saw Tyler smiled at her, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled. “Would you like to come up to my room and… make love?” His voice was a warm, caress, low and sensual to her ears.

A fever was building in her blood and Wednesday nodded. “Yes.” She said and he took her hand in his own. 

Tyler guided her upstairs to his room. “My dad won't be home at all tonight but still, would you like to lock the door?”

“I feel better if you lock the door and close the window.” Wednesday said noticing the curtains opened. She divested of her jacket and coat, hanging it over the coat hanger in a corner and also took off her sweater, draping it over Tyler’s computer chair.

Tyler locked the door and pulled down the curtains before reaching into his desk for a binder. “Dr. Yarrow did a full physical while he was here and he sent me the results about a week ago. In the interest of full disclosure… Would you like to see them?”

“Yes,” Wednesday said. Opened her backpack and brought an envelope for him before accepting the binder Tyler had in his hands. “I also had a full physical, and Dr. Yarrow left me with a contraceptive tonic that ought to be taken weekly if I want to avoid pregnancy. I started the first dose last night. It won’t be effective for at least a full month so if we are going to have sex you have to wear a condom.”

Tyler nodded. “Hydes are resistant to most STDs and I’ve never had sex with a girl without a condom but it's always better to test. I bought a new box of condoms today, just in case.”

After taking a moment to read each other’s results and placing them back on his computer desk. Tyler and Wednesday sat on his bed facing each other. He took her hand and kissed her knuckles gently. “Have you ever had sex?”

“No,” Wednesday answered. “But I do have a toy.”

Tyler’s eyes gleamed, the meager light coming from the window reflecting off his tapetum lucidum. “Do you put it inside you?” He asked, his voice sounded choked.

“Yes,” Wednesday said and noticed his pupils dilating in arousal. “I used it and thought of you.” She confessed and Tyler looked away overwhelmed, a low moan sounding in his throat.

“Last night it was rather rushed. But tonight I want to take my time with you.” Tyler said and taking her hands in his own, kissed her knuckles softly. “Is that okay?”

“I would like that very much.” She answered him.

They laid down on the narrow bed, Wednesday on her back and Tyler on his side, her legs over his. He cradled her head in one arm and lowering his face to her own without breaking eye contact, he kissed her lips holding her gaze, their fingers tangling together. 

Tyler ate at her mouth gently, his lips tenderly moving against her own. His thumb caressed her hand and he kissed her jaw, peppering kisses down her neck until she was panting. An embarrassing giggle rose in her throat when Tyler curled his tongue against her palette and dragged it to her incisors. He smiled back at her pleased and did it again, laughing when Wednesday did to him.

“I want more,” Wednesday whispered as she broke the kiss. Letting go of his hand, she  unbuttoned the white shirt she was wearing to reveal the black cotton bra underneath.  

They kissed once again, Tyler panting in her mouth, his erection a hot brand against her hip. Wednesday’s hands caressed his bare arms and she broke the kiss to whisper against his mouth. “Take off your shirt.” 

“Okay.” He whispered and sat, sliding his shirt over his shoulders and seeing her eyes roaming his chest. 

Wednesday’s hands reached for his trousers and unbuttoned them. “These too.”

Tyler smirked and complied with her request, standing up from the bed and pushing his pants down. Supple skin stretched over lean muscle, and a few brown moles spread over his pectoral and stomach. Her vulva pulsed with arousal when Tyler leaned over her for a kiss and later whispered. “Can I undress you?” 

“Yes.” She would agree to anything, if it meant getting to caress his naked skin or having his hot body on top of her.

His large warm hands slid over her hips and hooked on the elastic waistband of her pants sliding them down slowly. His eyes soft and full of arousal made her feel desired. “You are beautiful.” Tyler said as he caressed the bare skin of her legs and Wednesday sat up to kiss him. Sliding her white shirt off, he hesitated at her bra but Wednesday reached around and unhooked the clasp.

Tyler groaned as her bare breast came into view and licked his lips. “Can I kiss and touch them?”

“Yes.” Wednesday said as she leaned back and Tyler followed.

He kissed her lips tenderly, his tongue delving into her mouth, his hot hands cupping her breast, thumbs rubbing over her nipples. “So soft.” Tyler whispered against her mouth. “I want to suckle them. Kiss them.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Wednesday moaned back, her skin hot to the touch.

Tyler kissed down her jaw, nipping at her skin with his teeth and lapping at the burn with his hot tongue. Wednesday panted, whining low in her throat and petting the skin on his back and shoulders. He kept his hips away from her core, his hands only touching her sides and breast.

Nipping over collarbone, he kissed the tops of her breast gently, his hands kneading her flesh and drawing blood to her nipples making them swell. “I’m going to kiss them now.” Tyler murmured, gusting hot air over her nipple before he engulfed one in the hot, wet heat of his mouth.

“Oh, yes,” Wednesday moaned, her spine arching in pleasure.

Over and over, he suckled her nipple gently, his lips a warm, wet caress over her sensitive peak. His tongue swirling around the areola and flicking at her nipple. Wednesday moaned, her hips bucking of their own accord, her vulva pulsing with the need to be filled. 

“Tyler.” She whispered, her fingers tangling in the hair of his nape. He switched back and forth between her breast, the pressure building inside her, moans falling from her lips insistently until her head started crashing and she was convulsing in his arms with an orgasm. 

A surprise wailed sprung from her lips as she shuddered in the bed, her toes curling. She had never known her nipples to be so sensitive. Moaning in satisfaction as Tyler continued suckling her nipples as she recovered from her climax. Her fingers caressed his soft skin, nails gently scratching and making him shudder.

“That’s called a nipple orgasm.” Tyler said in her ear as she came back to awareness. He kissed her slowly. “Can I take off your underwear and touch you? Put a finger inside you?”

“Yes,” Wednesday whispered and shivered as he hooked his thumbs in her underwear and slipped it off her. 

He laid back down next to and encouraged her to spread her legs, his fingers teasing her inner legs. Softly caressing her skin and then gently scratching as he drew nearer to her core. He cupped her pussy in his hand and gently touched her bare labia before his index finger parted her inner lips teasing at her engorged clitoris. He stroked one side of her clitoris and later the other, his finger a loving caress.

Tyler kissed her harder, his tongue pushing against her lips and delving possessively into her mouth.  “Babygirl, you are dripping wet.” He gasped against her mouth as Wednesday arched into his touch. Heat pooling in her vulva as he stimulated her clitoris, his finger slipping wetly over her glands. Tyler pressed his finger against the underside of her clit and massaged it insistently until Wednesday keened against his mouth and tore her lips from his in a deeper orgasm.

Her chest heaving Wednesday bucked against his hand when she felt him slip a finger inside her vaginal canal. Palm firmly pressed against her clit, he crooked his finger inside her and started pressing inside her, the heel of his palm rubbing against her clit made a wet, muffled sound. “Can you come again, babygirl?” The raspy sound of his voice made her wetter.

Wednesday choked on her moans, her body going rigid as the pressure in her hips increased. She wailed when she felt him slip a second finger inside her and slid them in and out slowly, his palm pressing against her clit. “Yes, yes,” Wednesday was chanting as a third orgasm washed over her body. Her vaginal muscles contracted rhythmically on his fingers.

Tyler groaned and increased the tempo of his fingers prolonging her orgasm until she slumped on the bed, eyes closed. Withdrawing his fingers from her with a squelch, Tyler breathed in and out through his nose, his fingers still absently petting her clit. His erection was straining obscenely against his boxers, pressing against her hip bone.

Wednesday floated back to reality slowly, the feel of Tyler’s naked body against her own and scent overwhelming to her senses. Never, in her wildest imaginations she thought sex would feel like this. This moment with Tyler felt a thousand times better than any solo masturbation session. She felt the Hyde close to the surface as Tyler leaned forward to press his nose against her neck and inhale. His hot lips kissed down to one of her nipples, his soft, wet tongue curling over the peak and suckling gently. 

She wanted more.

She wanted his hard cock inside her, rocking her into orgasm.

Grabbing his head, she guided him back to her mouth for a deep, frantic kiss. “I want your cock in me.” 

Tyler moaned, his cock aching, and whispered back. “Yes, boss.”

Sitting up, he reached for his nightable and fished out a condom before sliding his boxers down his hips. Wednesday licked her lips in anticipation as she saw his large, straining erection leaking precum. If she hadn’t been so eager for penetration, she would have sat up for a taste. She watched him eagerly roll the condom on his cock and spread her legs as he drew nearer. 

Tyler kissed her and taking his erection in hand, pressed the large head against her vaginal canal. “Yes,” Wednesday encouraged him, placing her hands on his shoulders.  Her eyes fluttered closed, her spine arching as he slid inside stretching her far more than the toy she had used. “Oh, yes,” She moaned, her mouth falling open in a lustful pant as he pressed deeper inside until he was sheathed to the hilt. 

“Oh, babygirl, you have such a tight little pussy,” Tyler panted as he rolled his hips and rocked into her body. The pressure of his hips and cock inside her were a revelation to Wednesday. The roll of his hips made his cock stretch her vaginal canal deliciously, his pelvis rubbing against her hips and Wednesday shuddered. 

“Tyler.” She groaned, her nipples painfully tight and pussy filled with his thick cock. “Oh, yesss.”

“Baby girl, I love you.” Tyler whispered, maddened with lust as his hips rocked harder. His hands cupping her breast, thumbs brushing over her nipples. “Are you gonna come on my dick?”

“Uh huh,” Wednesday babbled, delirium overtaking her mind as he rocked harder and harder, pumping his cock into her wet vulva. She had wanted this for so long, aching to have him in between her legs.

“Come on my dick, babygirl,” Tyler murmured, his wet lips brushing her own as he increased the tempo of his pump and Wednesday wailed. Hot, wet heat washing over her body as her inner muscles contracted on his large dick almost painfully. “Good girl.” He praised and sat on his knees. “Now you are going to be a good girl and take this dick.” Tyler said harshly as he took hold of her hips and started thrusting in her body more forcefully. And she liked this even more, his hard frenzied thrust into her pussy, the way he roughly pinched her nipples and cupped her breast.

The hyde purred in satisfaction in her head and she grew wetter, an orgasm building inside her, the glands of his cock brushing against her g spot. She started wailing when she felt his wet thumb working over her clit, her legs kicking as a mind shattering orgasm ripped through her body. Tyler groaned, gasping for air as he started pounding into her, seeking his own climax. Rocking her whole body with the force of his thrust and coming almost with a shout of satisfaction.

He collapsed into her arms, the weight of his large body pressing her into the mattress. “Oh, that was so beautiful.” Tyler praised. “Babygirl, I love you.” He whispered as he rubbed their noses together.

“Me too.” Wednesday whispered back, her hands petting his back and shoulders. 

Tyler carefully pulled out of her and trashed the used condom before helping her under the covers and laying back down on the bed.  She fell asleep laying on top of him, her cheek squished against his pectoral, their legs tangled together. Their friendship bond thrumming peacefully and turning pinker. For it to turn scarlet red of a lover bond they would have to forge a stronger trusting relationship.

Wednesday woke up near midnight, jostled by Tyler getting out of bed. “Babygirl, I am going to shift for an hour or two and then come back.” He whispered against her ear. Wednesday felt the Hyde crawling in her mind. The magic bleeding through the friendship bond. 

She wanted to see him shift. “I want to see.”

Tyler hesitated but then nodded. He lent her a pair of sweatpants and shirt before donning his bathrobe. They padded on silent feet in the empty house to the backdoor leading to the backyard. Tyler stripped off his bathrobe and handed it to Wednesday, walking down the porch stairs and barefoot into the cold ground.

He held her gaze for a moment, Wednesday saw the clear shimmering outline of the Hyde magic coming to the surface and his bones cracked. Tyler’s skin split, bleeding as it tore over the much larger bones and large muscles grew in seconds covered by grey skin. She felt the pain of the transformation bleeding through Tyler’s mental shields. He was a juvenile Hyde and the first two years the shift would bring him pain.

He stood up in his legs, at least nine feet tall, his bulging eyes staring into her own. Walking down the stairwell, Wednesday approached him and he came closer. She spread her arms and he pressed his large face against her chest as she embraced him. 

After a moment, Wednesday spoke. “Go on your run now.”

Tyler left her with some regrets in his eyes but soon he was speeding into the forest patrolling what now had become his territory.

Chapter Text

Tyler cooked her scrambled eggs and bacon, he didn’t have asparagus but substituted for broccoli which he cooked to a bright green over hot boiling water. Thankfully, he had an old fashioned espresso machine that was used on the stove top. She really needed her shot of caffeine and protein. 

“Does your father know I am here?” Wednesday asked as Tyler presented her with a large white ceramic cup full of espresso. Donovan had come home at dawn and she heard him drinking coffee before going to sleep. There was no way he had missed her coat and shoes in the entryway.

“Of course he does. Dad put a tracker on my phone and car. He saw I drove you to the woods and got it in his head we were fucking behind a tree. The more I denied it, the more he became convinced he was right.” Tyler’s voice was coloured with embarrassment. “I decided that sounded better than telling the truth. That I took you to see a human sacrifice circle complete with a demon entity. He said to not take you in the woods again and instead just bring you home. That he didn’t mind.”

Wednesday lifted the coffee cup to hide her smile. “I told Enid we had loud, wild sex the night you manifested as a cover.”

Tyler choked on his coffee. “Did she believe you?”

“No, she said her sense of smell is so sharp she would have smelled the sex on me.”

“Well,” Tyler said and leaned into her personal space, pressing their noses together. “She is definitely going to be convinced now.”

Wednesday’s hand slipped underneath his shirt and hooked into the waistband of pajama pants and underwear. “I say she will.” She whispered and cupped a feel of his teste through the fabric of his pajamas. 

Tyler chuckled.

Tyler dropped Wednesday off halfway to Nevermore. She trekked first to the Hummer’s shed through the forest and later snuck into her dorm through the side stairs that led to the open courtyard. Thing reported that no one but Eugene had come into the dorm, he had slept at the foot of Enid’s bed because he was still suffering from nightmares.

“Have you told my parents about me and Tyler?” Wednesday interrogated.

Thing slowly crawled away underneath the bed. Wednesday growled and stomped her booted foot. Saturnalia was only two weeks and a half away, she had to make a decision whether she was going to stay at the school or leave. But given recent developments with Tyler, she was reluctant to leave him behind.

Seating by her desk, she opened the crystal ball and concentrated, placing her fingertips on the cool glass. She thought of her parents and the crystal ball came to life, glowing green. Wednesday didn't have to wait for long before her call was answered.

“My little storm cloud.” Gomez's booming voice greeted Wednesday. “How are you, my poisonous black heart?”

“I’m just calling to find out if you read the letter I sent you about the school curriculum.”

“Of course, we did, my darling,” Morticia purred. “Don’t you worry, my poisonous black heart, we have already contacted the board and arrangements are being made. You must have gotten the email with the new programs.”

“My little scorpio, will you come home for Saturnalia? We have good news for your book series. And don’t worry about Kinbott. Your uncle Fester is going to investigate her.” Gomez said looking at his daughter’s face.

Morticia gave her daughter a knowing look, Thing had probably told her about her staying the night with Tyler. “Wednesday, you can bring Tyler home. He will be welcome.”

“About that,” Wednesday said and looked away from the crystal ball. “I have some news to share. Tyler and I have come to an understanding and he is now my lover.”

Morticia’s smile was blinding, her crazed eyes shining. “Oh, this is wonderful news. We will call Donovan to give Tyler permission to come see us. You have to bring him home. You must.”

“Tish my little viper is a grown woman now.” Gomez was crying in the background, somewhere in the distance Wednesday swore she heard her brother laughing. 

“Winnie the pooh is in love with the Heffalump.” Pugsley mocked as he came into view of the crystal ball. She would waterboard him once she got him… in the filthy downstairs toilet.

Morticia pushed her son away from view. “Wednesday you now have to bring him home for Saturnalia. I will prepare a feast, call all our closest relatives.” Her mother was going into overdrive. 

“Tish, it's Fran’s baby and our little scorpio.” Gomez was rambling, tear forming in his eyes as he came back into view again. “I am going to bring out all the family pictures to show him. We have family videos of the two of you as babies. Dad, will buy you the most expensive black dress and we can host the wedding in the family cemete-”

Wednesday shut off the crystal ball. Tyler might as well get used to dealing with her family's deranged ramblings sooner rather than later.

Slipping on her black gym set and oversize black hoodie, Wednesday made her way to the rowing training class for the poe cup. She found Enid with a sour, lemon sucking face and dressed in her bright pink and orange gym shorts and top. Bianca strolled into class followed by her sycophantic group of friends dressed in bright aquamarine, to her gym class was one more reason to dress up. 

“Look, it's Monday.” Bianca said and her group of friends laughed as though changing Wednesday name was the funniest thing. "Are you still hanging around your loser normie boyfriend?”

“Yes,” Wednesday answered. “And he has the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. Nothing like your beta male ex boyfriend small sausage. You should ask Yoko to get you a large dildo so you can stop crying after his small dick.”

Yoko, who was nearby on a rowing machine, choked on her blood pouch. Enid's face was comically shocked. Bianca looked like she wanted to murder Wednesday. 

“You are an insufferable spoiled bitch. This coming Poe Cup I am going to make your werewolf roomie cry for weeks.” Bianca spat and left to the far end of the room with her sycophantic fanclub.

Wednesday didn’t understand how winning the Poe Cup or Enid crying would compensate for the lack of penis in Bianca’s life. Before more mayhem could erupt the female gym instructor walked in and all the girls mounted their rowing machines. Class felt like a breeze, her muscles working with the machine's resistance. 

Wednesday still felt sore from Tyler’s vigorous penetration but it wasn’t something unbearable. She figured that by the time Tuesday rolled around she would be ready to try and see if he fit inside her again. Enid was strangely quiet once they finished the class and left for the change rooms. She didn’t speak until they were back in their dorm working on their homework. 

“I'm upset.” Enid announced like Wednesday hadn’t seen the drama in her face all morning.

“Why?” 

“Ajax and I are over.”

“What happened?”

“I found him with another girl last night. She was coming out of his dorm.”

“Ajax is a shithead.”

“It wasn't like it was a serious thing but still, I told him that if he wanted to hookup with me he couldn't do it with other girls at the same time.  It's nasty, the smells all get together in a gross medley.”

“Ajax agreed to this?”

“He told me he understood… and then when I confronted him he told me I was making it too big a deal and we weren't even officially dating. He threw in my face how I put Eugene over him and how he slept in our dorm.”

Wednesday was going to nailgun Ajax to a wall and then put him in front of a mirror for good measure. 

Tyler had texted her a string of black hearts the Saturday night and Wednesday found she missed him already. They arranged to meet at the cemetery early on Sunday morning. If it wasn’t for the piles of homework she would have ran off to see him again. On Sunday morning, she had breakfast with Enid and Eugene, packed her laptop and books, and took the first shuttle bus to Jericho. Wednesday bought roses at the town florist and took them to Francoise’s grave. Winter was rather forgiving this December in Vermont, but just before the holidays there was supposed to be a rather large winter storm. 

Wednesday produced a crystal skull and placed a small white candle inside which she lit. She arranged the roses in the vase at Francoise’s tombstone, wrapping up the dead flowers in the garbage bag she had brought with her. 

“I had a dream last night, Aunt Fran. It was more a memory of you and my mother performing a friendship ritual with Tyler, Pugsley and me holding yellow friendship candles.” Wednesday saw the candle in the crystal skull sparking. “How did you die? What could have brought down a Hyde like you? I saw Tyler challenge and kill a strong demonic entity. What happened to you?”

A small breeze shook the trees and blew out the candle by Francoise tombstone. Wednesday lit the candle once again, if there was anyone who would know the answer to her questions was her parents. She would have to travel home for Saturnalia, but she was loathed to leave Tyler behind. Maybe she could persuade him to come with her for the holidays.

The sound of the cemetery gate whining and quiet footsteps snap her out of her reverie. Turning, Wednesday saw Tyler with a bouquet of pink lilies in his hands. He smiled at her fondly when their eyes met and it was like the cloud parting to let the sun shine through. Wednesday's face, unused to smiling, tried but failed to return the smile. Once he was close enough to her, Tyler reached for her hand and kissed her knuckles before laying the flowers at his mother’s grave. 

“I have some errands to run but later, if you let me, I would like you to come home with me. Would you like that?” He asked her.

“Yes,” Wednesday replied and his smile was blinding. “But I have to go back to Nevermore by seven pm.”

Tyler grocery shopped while Wednesday sat in his car and waited for him. She would have to notify her parents that she would be going home for the holidays and submit the electronic forms for them to sign digitally. Both Tyler and Enid had helped her with her computer setup and her typewriting skills had easily transferred to the keyboard. It still bothered her how she had to cave to owning electronic devices because of the school requirements. She saw Tyler coming back with the grocery bags in his hands, he loaded them in the trunk of the car and hopped in to drive to his house.

“I wanted to ask…” Wednesday swallowed as she sat by the kitchen table. Tyler looked surprised at her embarrassment.

“What is it?” He asked, finishing hanging their coats and sitting by her side, giving Wednesday his full attention.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to go.” Wednesday inwardly cringed at the qualifier, but they had just begun their romantic relationship and maybe it was too soon to take him home.

Tyler blinked. “Is this about the holidays?” He asked, helping her along.

“Yes,” Wednesday said, pursing her lips and looking at her hands before pushing on. “Would you… want to go…”

Tyler was already nodding along, his eyes intent on her own dark ones. 

“Would you want home for the holidays with me?” She sad in a rush and Tyler’s widened across his face, his green eyes shining.

“Yes,” He said eagerly, taking one of her hands and pressing his lips to her knuckles. “I would miss you if you left for two weeks. I missed you last night already.”

Wednesday’s eyes softened, the corner of her lips lifting slightly. If it hadn’t been for their friendship bond, she would have felt awfully alone the other night too. “Me too.” She replied and leaned forward for a kiss.

Tyler kissed her slowly, his warm lips pressing against her own with gentle pressure. His hands lovingly cradling her head while her own clung to his back. He pecked her lips, slotting their heads, angling his face to rub their noses but didn’t deepen the kiss. Wednesday panted into the kiss, her pulse spiking and arousal pooling in between her legs. Tyler pulled away only enough to smile and inhale her scent. 

“I can hear your heartbeat.” He whispered, their lips brushing wetly as he spoke. “Are you still sore from our first time?”

Wednesday swallowed, her vulva clenching at the memory of their lovemaking and his naked body. “I am.”

“I have other ways to please you. Do you want to try?”

Wednesday had a pretty good idea of what he meant but still she wanted to hear it. “How?”

“I can suckle your nipples, eat your sweet pussy. Would you let me?” He asked without a hint of embarrassment. Their bond pulsing with arousal.

“Yes,” Wednesday agreed.

Together, they went up to his room and locked the door. His warm hands helped her undress slowly, his palms lovingly caressing her skin as he took off her cardigan and then unbuttoned her white shirt, folding it over his computer chair. Not to be outdone, Wednesday slipped her hands underneath his cotton shirt and caressed his tight belly, her fingernails scratching his side and making him laugh.

Her breath hitched in her throat when he helped her off her pants. Tyler’s wicked fingers teasing her by slipping underneath the band of her black underwear. “You are beautiful,” He praised as she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the tab of his zipper over his erection.

Guiding her to his bed on top of the covers, his loving hands urged Wednesday on her back, and he began to kiss her jaw, her neck and shoulders with light nipping kisses that had her sighing. Kissing the tops of her breast, his hands stroke her sides and hips, his thumbs rubbing her sensitive skin. His fingers unhooked her bra as he nosed her nipples, brushing his close lips over the sensitive peaks.

“Oh, yes,” Wednesday gasped.

Wednesday moaned deep in her throat as his mouth closed over a nipple and gently suckled her. Tyler’s lips a tender wet caressed that had her bucking her hips. She sobbed as the ache in between her legs intensified when he switched to lovingly suckling her other nipple. His hands cupped her breast and massaged them, plumping them up for his hungry lips.

“Your titties are so soft.” He whispered. “I want to rub my dick on them.”

“Yes.” Wednesday agreed and watched in fascination as Tyler stood up and pushed down his boxers. He climbed on top of her straddling her torso and Wednesday’s hands caressed the firm muscles of his legs. Tyler smelled wonderful and he looked better, his thick dick was fully erect, the head of his cock leaking precum and Wednesday licked her lips.

Tyler smiled at her and taking his cock in hand he rubbed the wet tip against one of her nipples. He groaned in satisfaction at the sight of her naked breast, her beautiful face relaxed in lust as she took him in. His balls pressed against her ribcage and he stroked his cock as he switched to pressing the head against her other nipple.

Tyler watched in fascination as her tongue peeked out from in between her juicy red lips. “Bring it here.” She said and tapped her mouth with one finger before opening it in invitation. 

He swallowed, groaning, unable to believe she wanted to suck on his dick so soon. “You mean, put my dick in your mouth?” Tyler asked, the arousal in his body reaching a fever pitch.

“Yes, but just the head.” Wednesday said and waited eagerly with her mouth open. 

Tyler panted and, raising himself on his knees, approached her open mouth yelping when her tongue lashed out at the head of his dick. “Oh, fuck,” He cursed and pushed forward on her lips to feel her hot wet tongue, watching in raptures as her lips closed over the head of his cock. 

Wednesday’s hands batted his own away and she grabbed his cock eagerly. Tyler had been so good to her their first time, mindful to give her as much pleasure as possible, that she simply had to reciprocate. She stroked him with both hands and shivered in arousal as she felt him rocking into her mouth minutely. His hands pressed against the wall as he leaned over her mouth.

Wednesday clamped her thighs together, her pussy was wet and swollen with arousal.“Oh, babygirl, you look so beautiful with your mouth around my dick.” Tyler groused, his face and chest blushing red with arousal. Wednesday swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and Tyler cursed, throwing his head back in satisfaction. Suddenly, he looked down at her with fevered eyes and smiled before pulling away.

“Come back here.” Wednesday protested.

Tyler smiled wickedly at her and crawled backwards over her body. “You are a naughty girl.” His strong hands grabbed her legs and spread them apart. Wednesday closed her eyes in embarrassment as he looked at her pink, wet vulva for a moment. His nostril flaring and the palm of his hands firmly stroking her thighs, before he lowered his head and smiled as he held her gaze with her bewildered eyes.

“You smell good. I bet you taste better.” He quipped before opening his mouth and running his tongue on her wet, swollen flesh. Gasping for breath, Wednesday felt him lap at her with his hot, wet tongue before closing around her swollen clitoris and suckling her to a screaming orgasm. She was keening in pain as her inner muscles clenched over nothing and she melted into the mattress.

Tyler rose above her with a wicked look to his eyes, the meager light of the bedroom reflecting off his tapetum lucidum and giving him a sinful look. “I want you to sit on my face.” He declared and taking hold of her elbows pulled her into an embrace. “What do you say? You can suck on my cock some more.”

“Yes,” Wednesday whispered as he kissed her possessively, his tongue delving into her mouth and sucking the breath from her lungs. “I want your cock in my mouth.” She murmured against his wet lips when he broke the kiss.

“Good girl,” Tyler praised and helped her turn around as he reclined on the bed.

Wednesday sat on his face, reverse cowgirl, and moaned wantonly as she felt his hot tongue lapping at her vulva. Swirlign over her engorged clitoris and suckling on it until she bucked on his face. Panting and whining softly in her throat, she caressed his strong legs with firm strokes and opened her mouth to take in as much of his sweet cock as possible. The taste of his precum and potent aphrodisiac. 

All she could taste, think and smell was Tyler. His presence was a warm pulsation in her head, the magic of the Hyde bleeding into their friendship bond that was on the brink of turning into a lover’s one. She drooled liberally over hard cock and with one hand stroked him rapidly up and down, her other hand playing with his testes, rolling them over her finger.  

Wednesday felt him moaning against her pussy, his large warm hands stroking her glutes and back. She was so close to another orgasm, her muscles tensing and heat building in her body pleasantly. Her mouth closed over the head of his cock and she sucked on him sharply, feeling him tense underneath her, his teste drawing up to his body and he came. His cum exploding in her mouth and dripping over her fist, the groaning sounds he made pushed her right over the edge and she orgasm as well, pushing her clit on his mouth.

They floated together in the blissful drowsiness of post climax. Wednesday rested her cheek on his thigh, melting into his body and sighing as his hands massaged her glutes. Long minutes passed before Tyler stirred, guiding her off his body and into the bed to reach for a few tissues to dry her face. He kissed her lips, their sweaty body tangling together as he cuddled her in his strong arms.

“Babygirl, that was so hot. You were amazing.” Tyler praised as he rocked her in his arms.

Wednesday sighed, her mind a muddled mess after such a strong orgasm that she simply drifted off to sleep in his arms.

Chapter Text

Two weeks later for the Holidays….

Enid had been frantic packing for her holiday trip with her family. She had ordered so many clothes, their dorm resembled a storage room. Wednesday had barely packed, she had simply stored away clothing and items, making sure all her clothes had been laundered and any hair or fingernail clippings had been burned in the school barbecues. Dr. Kinbott had taken a month long sabbatical and would return in January. She had sent Wednesday books on trauma and recovery. Honestly, the people writing those books were probably way more competent than Kinbott was at anything.

Thing had been on guard duty at the dorm and no one suspicious had ever come in. Wednesday was stump, whoever had taken her brush was someone who usually wandered the school. And that made everyone a suspect, except Enid and Eugene. But Ajax had also visited their dorm when she was away for her therapy session and also the hall monitors. 

“Why do you need to take so much?” Wednesday had complained as Enid opened her packets and scattered confetti on the floor.

“My mother said we were going to our vacation home in the British Virgin Islands. I have no summer clothing for that, all I brought to Nevermore was my winter clothes and some fall outfits. No swimsuits at all.” Enid panicked as she ran into the bathroom on her side of the room to try on her swimsuits. 

“Mom told me she invited your parents but they declined saying they are going to meet Tyler. Oh, meeh geeeh! Wednesday are you really taking him home?”

“Yes,” Wednesday answered and packed her crystal ball. She had all her clothing at home, and save for a few items she had ordered online, the rest of her things at Nevermore could stay.

“No way!” Enid said and came out of her walk in closet in a lemon yellow bikini. “You guys are super serious. Do you guys…  are you two a match for a lover’s bond?” She whispered.

Not every outcast was a psychic match for a friendship bond or being an emotional anchor, and even fewer were able to form a love bond. The few who could were considered soul mates and Wednesday had always scoffed at such ridiculous sentimentalities… until she met Tyler.

“We are,” Wednesday admitted but raised her finger in warning just Enid was shouting in excitement. “But this is a secret Enid. No one is allowed to know.”

Enid pursed her lips. “I get it. You still won’t tell me what sort of outcast Tyler is or who his mother was.”

“If you find out from aunt Esther during the holidays you are still not allowed to tell.”

“Wednesday, I am going to miss you on the holidays. Maybe during March break we can go skiing in France. You can bring Tyler and we can go out at night in the snow packed forest. Just get him to take out a passport.” Enid offered. “All paid for by yours truly.”

“I’ll have to ask him if he wants to come.” Wednesday deadpan. 

Enid squealed in excitement. “Eugene loves to go snowboarding. Last year we went together with his moms and my family. It was the best time.”

There were few people Wednesday tolerated or could even fathom wanting to spend time with outside of her family. Enid and Eugene, and now Tyler, were counted in those few people. Plus, if there were people who could accept Tyler being a shifter it was a werewolf family like Enid’s. After packing her things in a small trunk with wheels and having dinner at the mess hall, Wednesday and Enid turn in early that night.

Wednesday’s parents had arranged for the private family jet to pick them up from Burlington International Airport and take them to New Jersey. Lurch would be waiting for them to take them to Addams family state about an hour away. Breakfast early the next morning was a raucous affair with all the school getting ready to leave. The mess hall was packed with students bumping elbows and doing their best to inhale their food. 

Wednesday was hardly able to drink her quad or eat her bacon in peace. Finally running away from the ensuing chaos, she sat on her trunk with Thing on her shoulder as Enid panicked in the driveway. She had used Eugene like a pack mule and was busy sorting through her baggage and whispering frantically how she hoped nothing would be missing. 

“Enid, chill already. It is only two weeks.” One of her brother’s reminded her as they waited for the black SUV that would take them to the airport.

“Speak for yourself. I need all these things to travel.” Enid gripe as she finally finished her sorting.

“Wednesday, when March break comes, just come with us skiing and bring your boyfriend. He smells nice.” Enid’s oldest said.

Apparently, a person’s goodness was judged based on their smell. A black, eight seater SUV parked in the Nevermore driveway and the Sinclair’s plus Eugene piled inside. Waving dramatically goodbye as it drove out like they wouldn’t be seeing each other in two weeks. Wednesday sighed, traveling always made her anxious and fidgety. From the corner of her eye, she noticed a tall young man approaching her dressed in a grey coat. Xavier. She hadn’t spoken to him in weeks.

“Wednesday,” Xavier said as he approached, an easy smile on his face. “I see you are going home for the holidays.”

Wednesday ignored him, she was still upset with him for calling the attention of the whole class on them.

Xavier nodded when she didn’t respond. “I know I was an asshole before but I just want to warn you about something important.”

Irritation was knitting her brow and Wednesday turned to look up at him. “You are going to say whatever you want to say eventually so just say it already.”

“Listen, I’ve seen you going around with Tyler. He is bad news. I know maybe you find him attractive, it happens with Hyde's that they look alluring and the connection can be intense but he is dangerous. My father, Vincent Thorpe attended Nevermore when Francoise Sylvanne was a student here.”

Wednesday glared. She really hadn’t contemplated the possibility of Xavier being a suspect.

“The Sylvanne family is crazy beyond what most people call crazy. Theodore Sylvanne, who was also closely related to the Frumps, kidnapped your great aunt Agatha Frump and raped her. He was a huge asshole, he had enemies everywhere. Francoise Sylvanne, his youngest daughter, was also a cold calculating psychopath. She had a sick relationship with her uncle, Gideon Sylvanne.” Xavier's eyes were earnest, in the way only morally righteous people who believe themselves right, could be. “The Sylvanne are like this, they favour kin and you are Tyler’s closest female relative. The Hyde genetic makes it so it's only passed through the mother and only through a close relative.”

Wednesday blinked. “What are you saying?”

Xavier held up his hands. “I just want you to know that I have your back. You need to be careful with him. If you want to cut him off. I am here to help you.”

“I will keep it under consideration.” Wednesday said spotting Tyler’s car pulling into the driveway.

Xavier looked shocked, his posture rigid as Tyler stepped out of the car. “Are you taking him home?” Xavier pointed in disbelief. 

“Good morning,” Tyler answered as he noticed Xavier pointing at him. “Yes, I am going home with Wednesday.” 

“Listen, Wednesday, I know Mrs. Addams was really close to Francoise Sylvanne but it wasn’t a good thing.” Xavier said, turning towards her and ignoring Tyler. “Francoise was a calculating psychopath.”

“Talk about my mother again and you won’t have any teeth left.” Tyler ‘s eyes flashed red and he  growled, grabbing a fistful of Xavier’s coat and shaking him once.

“I take offense at you bad mouthing aunt Fran. Never speak to me again.” Wednesday said, placing a hand on Tyler’s arm. “Leave us alone.”

Xavier raised his hands and looked at Wednesday. “Fine, you can’t see it now. But trust me you will and I will be there to help you.” He slapped Tyler’s arm away and walked off to a waiting car.

“What the hell was that?” Tyler asked.

“It doesn’t matter now. I want to leave this place.” Wednesday said and motioned for Tyler to open the car trunk.

Tyler loaded her luggage in the trunk and opened the passenger door for Wednesday. As she got in and put the seatbelt on, she saw Thornhill staring at them from one of the windows. Thornhill expressions would fit the category of hate in the dictionary if it had pictures. The hell was wrong with people this holiday season?

“That woman always gave me the creeps.” Tyler said as they drove off to the airport.

“You know her?” The look of hostility on the older woman’s face was burned into Wednesday's mind.

“Unfortunately.” Tyler sighed. “She is a strange one. Used to come to the Weathervane and look at me work, ask for coffee and touch my hand. It was embarrassing.”

“You don’t say.”

“Well, I thought I was being dramatic, the whole world does not revolve around me. Until she gave me her number in a napkin. And when I didn’t call her, Thornhill returned to the Weathervane and tried to cajole me into giving her my phone number.”

Wednesday’s eyebrows had climbed to her hairline and then she glared. Thornhill was not only an incompetent teacher but also a massive creep.

“Yeah,” Tyler said, noticing her expression. “It was a good thing my dad was there because she did not want to take no for an answer. If you ask me, you have a sexual predator at the school. That type of behaviour is not normal.”

“Did she ever mention why she wanted to speak to you?”

“Yeah, she brought up my mom, kept saying someone had wronged her the same as her family. The woman has very bizarre behaviour. Plus, she would always come late into my shifts and once try to give me a ride.”

How on earth had this woman gotten into elite private school such as Nevermore and passed through all the background checks? What was wrong with this town and the incompetent therapist and predator teacher?

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Upon getting to the airport they had followed the directions given to Wednesday to the Fixed Base Operating facilities where the Addams family jet was waiting. Tyler’s car was taken away to be kept in a private parking facility and her trunk was taken into the jet’s cargo area. Thing jumped off and nodded at the zombie looking pilots and flight attendants before crawling his way up the jet’s stairs. 

“Captain Hart and Anderson and senior flight attendant Dawson.” Wednesday said introducing them to Tyler. 

They boarded the plane and got ready for the three hour flight. Tyler was brooding,Wednesday noticed as she put on her seatbelt. His eyebrows twisting together in a frown she hadn’t thought him capable. The conversation with Xavier had really gotten to him and Wednesday was still thinking about the finer points. The plane took off for New Jersey and already Wednesday was feeling better. She had too many questions that needed answers.

Dawson offered them coffee and Wednesday gladly accepted the shot of caffeine. Breakfast in the mess hall had been unbearable. Tyler accepted coffee as well, his mood had sour considerably. Dawson brought Wednesday and Tyler breakfast in white ceramic plates and silverware. Breakfast potatoes, scrambled eggs and breakfast sausages with a side of steamed broccoli. She was starving.

They ate in silence, Wednesday didn’t like talking while eating. Tyler picked at his food and ate slowly. “I’m sorry, I know I'm not good company at the moment. I just get upset when that shithead talks about my mom.”

“You don’t have to apologize to me.” Wednesday said. 

“What did he say… before I got there.”

“Xavier told me the Sylvanne family inner conflict was vicious. That Hyde’s always favour next of kin and that I am your closest female relative.”

“He does like to stir shit. I don’t know much of what went on in my family. Mom died when I was so young. She was mostly concerned with me knowing that I could shift and coaching me on how to bear through the transformation alone if necessary.”

“Grandma Frump was Agatha Frump’s eldest sister. If anybody would know the family's past it would be her. Mother informed me she would be visiting us, she said you are the last survivor of her sister’s family line.”

“Xavier said more didn’t he? What else did he say?”

“Tyler, I don’t know if he told me lies. Repeating them would just be wrong.”

“But you will tell me if whatever he said turns out to be true right?”

“Yes.” Wednesday frowned at him, it was so unlike Tyler to be upset. “What is it?”

“Its just.. I know there are many reasons why dad decided to get me as far away as possible from outcast society but he would never talk about it. He only ever said that inner family conflict killed mom.”

“Magical house warfare is frowned upon but it used to be very prevalent. It was one of the reasons why Nevermore was founded. It was viewed as a way to bring outcast society together and move away from conflict.”

“Did it help?”

“It certainly ended the animosity between the vampires and lycans. But there are certain grudges that still hold even to this day and age.”

Tyler had a feeling that whatever the inner family conflict in his maternal line was had not been fixed by attending Nevermore… or he wouldn’t have been explicitly barred from attending the school.

In the heart of a dense, mist-shrouded forest, stood the Addams Family home. The eerie mansion loomed like a monstrous shadow against the backdrop of gnarled trees and tangled vines. Its looming turrets and twisted spires seemed to reach out towards the ominous clouds that perpetually blanketed the sky. With ponds and what seemed like an unending forest as the property backed into adjacent state land. 

Wednesday recounted the stories of how she would run off into the forest with Tinkerbell and Fluffy to hunt deer with her crossbow. Her ability to see in the dark allowing her to hunt in darkened forest at night. Or how she would look for grizzly bears and sleep with them, hiding from her parents when angry and making them look for her all over.

“Who are Tinkerbell and Fluffy?” Tyler asked.

“The family pitbulls.” Wednesday answered. “Mother swears they are familiar spirits. Like Kittykat the lion or Willow, the family black cat. She told me Willow recently came home pregnant and had kittens.”

Lurch drove them down a hidden road and passed a large black gate to the brick family home that had been constructed in a gothic style. A thin layer of frost covered the grounds and crunched under his feet as he stepped off the Addams family hearse. Morticia, Gomez and Pugsley were waiting for them at the steps to the family home. Thing jumped off the hearse and immediately ran up Gomez's pant leg.

Morticia greeted Tyler with a kiss on both cheeks and Gomez hugged him hard enough for his lungs to exhale. Pugsley bumped fist with Tyler and said how tomorrow he would take him to see the newly installed roller coaster.

“It’s to die for.” Pugsley laughed at Tyler’s wide-eyed look. “We also have a tower of terror. But Wednesday doesn’t bat an eye when she rides it.”

“I’ll have to do better than her.” Tyler quipped.

“My poisonous black heart, I am so glad you came over for Saturnalia.” Gomez said and gave his daughter a hug that made exhale all the air in her lungs.

“Let’s all go inside for dinner,” Morticia gushed.

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Dinner had been a horrendous affair of her father Gomez bringing out baby pictures of Wednesday and Tyler. Wednesday watched in horror as he even produced a tablet and showed small snaps of them as children playing. Tyler genuinely enjoyed it, and at the very least it lifted his mood from the sour taste Xavier’s mean spirited words had left. When Tyler mentioned that Francoise had left behind a ton of digital videos on floppy disks he could no longer see because his old computer had died, Gomez immediately offered to upload them to cloud storage so they could be viewed once more. 

Pugsley invited them to go with him and visit the kids at the Werewolf Den of New Jersey. But Wednesday sensed Tyler was still self conscious of his shape shifting side and coaxing him to go on a run with them would take some doing. Once dinner was over, Wednesday took Tyler with her to the large garage adjacent to the house.

“Where are we sleeping tonight?” Tyler asked as Wednesday opened the door to the garage.

Four golf carts were parked near an electric charging station. Three large hearse’s and two black eight seaters SUV lined up the other side. Wednesday pressed her thumb against the digital pad and was dispensed a set of keys for a golf cart.

“We’re going to sleep in one of the guest houses a mile down the road.” Wednesday answered and motioned to the golf cart that was already loaded with their luggage.

“How come?” Tyler asked.

“You want to have sex with my parents down the hall?” Wednesday deadpan and Tyler winced. “Into the passenger seat you go.”

“You know how to drive?” Tyler said a bit nervous when she pointed for him to take the passenger seat.

“Yes, we have a driving simulator, complete with a steering wheel and pedals at home for Pugsley to play his video games. I got a perfect score on it when I was twelve and I was allowed to drive the golf cart around the property.” Wednesday said as she started the golf cart and rolled the cart forward over the motion sensor that lifted the large garage door.

Tyler watched her easily drive up the road and relaxed. “Does Pugsley run with the pack often?”

“Yes, they are testing a new intelligent robotic design that climbs like a dog. Pugsley cannot transform but he still gets the urge to run outside during the night. Uncle Fester, who will also come for the festivities, howls at the moon as well.” Wednesday answered as a row of townhomes came into view. “It's a genetic memory.”

Designed in a gothic style with exposed black brick and a low black iron gate at the front. Wednesday drove the gold cart to the back of the house into the garage that rolled forward when she directed a small remote control and pressed a button. Together they unloaded their luggage and took it up the stairs and into the house.

Wednesday showed him the front closet where they could leave their jackets and shoes. Tyler looked around in awe. The interior was richly decorated with dark wood paneling and damask curtains in shades of dark purple over the large windows. The living room couches had an old victorian look and were upholstered in red velvet with gold buttons. The only pop of colour in an otherwise muted palette. A large crystal chandelier hung over the room and Tyler noticed the house was warded against evil spirits. 

They took their luggage up to the bedroom, which featured a large king size bed, with purple bedding, in black wood with silver trimming with the backdrop of a backstage curtain overtop. The room had a plush purple carpet all over and the nightlights resemble chandeliers. Dark curtains covered the windows.

The ensuite bathroom was done in black marble with double sinks, a large shower and large white jacuzzi tub. The toilet was in a separate enclosed space with its own sink. There was also a washer and dryer hiding behind a cabinet door. And of course, all the towels were black. Wednesday divested of her blazer and belt hanging in on the valet rack by a large full length mirror.

“We can have breakfast here tomorrow.” Wednesday turned to Tyler as she unbuttoned her cuffs and high collar. “The townhouse has an espresso machine. My mother probably stocked up the fridge in the kitchen.”

“Wouldn’t it be rude to your parents?” Tyler asked, uncomfortable after how welcoming Gomez and Morticia had been. He opened his luggage to place his clothes in the dark brown oversized wardrobe. 

“Skipping lunch and dinner would be rude. They stay up all night and sleep until 12pm.” Wednesday explained as she copied his actions. She fished out her night pajamas. “I am going to freshen up in the bathroom. Turn on the tv if you like.”

Wednesday made short work of brushing her teeth and having a short shower after soaping up. She slipped on a black lace teddy and overtop a black satin kimono robe. She shook out her braids and walked out to find Tyler had already put on a white cotton shirt and black pajama pants. He gave her an appreciative glance before taking his place in the bathroom.

Taking the remote control, she switched to a jazz music channel and lowered the lights. It had been a while since they last spent a whole together. Somehow, Thornhill had woken up to her sneaking out to see Tyler and had put a stop to her overnight visits at the Galpin house. Wednesday no longer had torture sessions with Kinbott but she could still visit him at the Weathervane and have dinner with Tyler on Tuesdays and Thursday. 

Wednesday opened up the bed covers to reveal satin sheets, and piled up the velvet decor pillows on the couch. She was reclining in the bed when Tyler came back into the bedroom. His eyes lingered on her legs and her loose hair.

 “Do you want to shift before going to bed?” Wednesday asked.

“Later?” Tyler said and sat on the bed opposite her.

Wednesday felt his mood shifting, Tyler was uncomfortable with something. "What's wrong?”

Tyler shrugged. “It’s just… weird to shift in an unfamiliar place.”

“Doesn’t the need to shift build up in you.” Wednesday sat up and came closer to him, her hands on his arms.

“Yes.” Tyler nodded.

Wednesday opened up their friendship bond, the green colour of the pathway was tinted yellow and red as it slowly transformed into a lover’s bond. “Tyler, my parents know you are a Hyde. They were there to see aunt Fran shift when we went camping. What is wrong?”

Tyler hesitated for a second, sighing as he allowed Wednesday into the superficial part of his mind where the friendship bond laid. “I supposed… it's the old programming my mom drilled into my head to hide amongst the normies. I could blend in before… but that is just gone now.”

Wednesday rubbed his forearms soothingly. “You don’t have to be worried that the Werewolf clan will reject you. The head alpha of the clan is my father’s second cousin and we keep a very close relationship with them. Some of them even choose to continue attending normie schools instead of going to Nevermore. They are all shifters, they won’t bat an eye to see you change shape.”

Tyler looked uncomfortable. “You think?”

“I know,” Wednesday said and drew closer to his side looking into his eyes, bringing their faces closer together. “Listen, Enid is the daughter of Esther Addams, my father’s first cousin. Esther went to school with your mother and mine. She will probably find out during the holidays that you are a Hyde. But I have accepted you and she will most likely be just as accepting. You can’t keep hiding away from outcast society forever.”

“You are right.” Tyler closed the distance between them and kissed her gently, his hands reaching for her hips. 

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. But Pugsley inviting you means the clan already knows about you and they are okay letting you run with them.” Wednesday said and ran her hands over his golden hair. Her soft hands aroused his skin as she pushed up his cotton shirt and pinched his nipples with a wicked smile on her face. “We can have sex without a condom. I finished up the month of contraceptive.”

Tyler smiled, his cock stirring in his pants. They hadn’t made love in over four days. “I want you too.” He whispered as she caressed his nipples with soft fingers.

His hands undid the sash in the black kimono and the fabric slipped easily down her shoulders to reveal a delicate lace trim teddy. Her nipples poked through the fabric and the satin clung to her breast. The skirt barely covered her thighs and Tyler pushed up the skirt to find she was not wearing underwear.

“You are so beautiful, babygirl,” Tyler whispered.

Tyler greedily reached for Wednesday, his hands cupping her breast and stimulating her nipples. She moaned into his lips and he slipped his agile tongue inside to caressed the roof of her mouth. Wednesday helped him take off his white cotton shirt and then urged him to stand up so she could push down his pajama pants and boxers. 

“You are handsome too,” Wednesday whispered as she ran her hands over his strong, well defined arms, his pectorals and later teased the indentation over his hips. Tyler smiled at her and climbed into bed with Wednesday. 

“Babygirl, I am going to suckle your sweet tities and pussy.” Tyler said in a dark voice that made the blood in her veins run hot. He buried his face in her neck, nuzzling her skin and inhaling her perfume.

“Oh, yes.” She answered him as his tongue licked the skin on her neck and his teeth nipped her gently.

Her hands slid over his shoulders, his soft skin warm to the touch, sliding over his nipples to take hold of his hard cock. She stroked him gently as his lips and teeth nipped at her skin. Her vulva pulsed with arousal, getting wet as Tyler nipped at the skin over her shoulders and breast. Through their bond she felt the Hyde crawling in the far reaches of her consciousness. A soothing presence in her mind as her arousal reached a fevered pitch.

“Fuck,” Tyler swore as one of her hands reached down to play with his testes, rolling his balls gently in her fingers. She pumped his cock gently, playing with his foreskin over the glands of his cock.

He kissed her lips gently in closed mouthed pecks that grew passionate. Wednesday wrapped her arms around his neck and buried a hand into his silky blonde hair. She moaned lustily as he kissed along her jaw and bit an earlobe making her shiver, her nipples brushing his chest. He pushed aside one of the satin cups of the teddy with hot fingers that brushed over her sensitive nipples.

“Sweet tities,” He whispered as he rubbed her nipples rather roughly.

Tyler’s soft lips and hot breath were a delight on her sensitive skin that prickled in excitement when he bit her skin leaving behind the sting of a love bite that was later soothed by his hot tongue. Wednesday moaned and closed her eyes in delight when he finally reached one of her nipples, rubbing his closed lips and nose over it tenderly before taking it into his mouth to suckle. He let go with loud pops to kiss her other neglected nipple and interchanging between them. 

A fire was building in between her legs, her vulva aching to be touched. Tyler suckled her nipples fiercely making her shake and moan. His hands caressed her thighs as he took his time with her nipples until her body shook. Wednesday clutched his head to her breast, her fingers pulling at his hair as the hot, wet slide of his mouth suckled her nipples to an orgasm.

“Now, I am going to eat you pussy,” Tyler whispered, his wet lips brushing against her own as he stared into her lust filled eyes. 

His hands stroked a fire in her body as he kissed lower and gently pulled legs apart. His mouth ate at her tender, sweet flesh making her shake in sudden orgasm. “Oooh!” Wednesday moaned, the ache in her vulva increasing.

His hot tongue was a brand on her sensitive flesh. Tyler hooked her legs over his shoulder as he suckled her swollen clitoris making her trash in the bed as tried to get away from the sudden intense pleasure. “I can’t… It’s too much.” Wednesday cried.

His hands held her hips in an iron grip and she could not push away from the sweet pleasure his tongue and lips were evoking in her body. Wednesday’s spine arched as her mouth opened in a silent scream when she felt Tyler introduce two fingers into her tight channel. He pumped into her slowly as she keen in delight, his finger crooking and brushing over a sensitive spot in her vaginal canal that had her climaxing. 

Wednesday melted into the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to breathe. 

Once he was satisfied, Tyler kissed upwards to her breast, where he nuzzled her nipples before sucking them into his mouth. Wednesday carded her hands through his hair before she started stroking his back in firm strokes. His hot skin against her own was bliss and she sobbed when he parted her legs to rock his hard cock in between them. Tyler’s possessive lips closed over her own in a breath stealing kiss, his hands holding onto her hips strongly as he rocked his hips roughly against her hot, wet flesh. Wednesday moaned and arched her back as her nails sunk into the skin of his back.

“Put your dick in me.” Wednesday whispered in between moans. “I want it so bad.”

“Right here, babygirl.” Tyler said and slipped his hot, hard cock inside her body making her sobbed in pleasure.

“Oh, this is so good.” Wednesday sobbed and keened sharply when he rubbed their pelvises together. 

“Oh, babygirl, your pussy is so soft and wet.” Tyler said and getting on his knees he kissed down her shoulder and into her arm, nipping the sensitive skin where her arm met her shoulder, making her moan. Tyler’s hot tongue was a brand against her skin. Wednesday shuddered as he bit the inside of her elbow before kissing her wrist where he pressed his lips against her pulse briefly. She looked at him, her eyes feverish with passion as he nipped her fingers making her gasped.

His hot hands lifted her legs, closing them and pushing them against her belly, her feet against his chest and she gasped as he began to rock against her in slow motion. Her hands clawed at the silk sheets, her mouth falling open as she gasped in pleasure. 

“Oh, yes.” Wednesday sobbed and felt him beginning to thrust his cock in a smooth, wet strokes that made her push against his chest with her feet. Tyler’s hands gripped her hips preventing her escape as she shuddered in an orgasm that had her trashing her head against the pillows. He grunted in delight as her muscle contacted around his cock like a vice and let go climaxing inside her in a sweet rush. 

“Come on my dick, babygirl.” Tyler moaned out as pleasure made him shudder. 

Wednesday felt boneless, her body having gone limp from the intensity of her orgasm. But Tyler wasn’t done yet, he was still hard inside her, enjoying her soft, tight pussy. He spread her legs and holding them open he started pumping into her slowly. Every wet, tight slide, slippery with their combined juices. 

“Oh, this sweet pussy.” Tyler moaned out drunk in pleasure. “So wet, so tight.”

Tyler pumped into her wet pussy, his thumb reaching down to brush over her swollen clit. Wednesday gave a shout and rocked into him in pleasure, her head thrashing on the pillow as another orgasm built up in her body. “Oh, Tyler,” She whined, tears gathering at the corner of her eyes.

“You gonna come on daddy’s cock, babygirl?” Tyler asked, his voice rough and winded as he started pounding into her.

Tyler pressed her body into the mattress, the pressure of his hips and feel of his large cock in her body was delightful. The glands of his cock stimulated her aroused vaginal canal making her trash against Tyler. The heat built up inside, her muscles tensing and her spine arching as she orgasm again. Her body went rigid as Tyler pounded her into the mattress.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Tyler moaned out as he groaned loudly, his hands pushing her hips down on his cock as he pulsed inside her in climax. 

He collapsed in her waiting arms, and shuddered when she ran her hands through his short hair. After a long moment of drifting into blissful slumber, they moved under the heavy covers together. Their limbs tangling together, Tyler pressed his forehead against her own.

Sometime, in the middle of the night, he slipped out of bed and out the back door to shift into his Hyde self briefly. Running up and around the property. Coming back an hour later to shower and slip back into bed with Wednesday exhausted.

Wednesday drove them in the golf cart for lunch to the Addams family home the next afternoon. They entered the house through the garage and hung their coats in the waiting closet. She fished out a pair of brand new slippers for Tyler still in their cellophane package and together they made their way into the imposing dining room. 

The Addams Family home was a sight to behold. The rooms were enveloped in deep, rich colors, creating an ambiance of mystery and elegance. Every corner was meticulously adorned with intricate details, from the ornate carvings on the furniture to the luxurious draperies that frame the windows. Accent colors, like vibrant reds and royal purples, added a touch of drama to the otherwise dark palette, enhancing the overall lavishness of the space. As the centerpiece of the room, a grand chandelier casts a warm, flickering light over the exquisite setting, illuminating the lavishness of the home. 

Lunch at the Addams family home was more like breakfast, with coffee and warm cream, scrambled eggs, bacon and sausages. The smell of fresh bread filled the dining room, and Lurch was making french toast over on the side on a rolling cart with a stove top. Pugsley was already stuffing his face full of strawberries, banana and cream. Gomez was drinking coffee and eagerly awaiting the french toast while Morticia cut her breakfast sausage in small bites.

“My two darlings.” Morticia stood up from her chair to greet them. She air kissed Wednesday but hugged Tyler. “Sit down.” She invited them to the two velvet chairs by her side.

Lurch served Gomez and Pugsley at least six french toast each. There was a small scramble for the diced strawberries and blueberries, and the sound of a spoon scraping freshly whipped cream filled the room. Round stainless steel buffet dishes with glass coverings were aligned on the table holding scramble eggs, bacon and sausages, breakfast potatoes. 

“Scramble eggs, breakfast sausage?” Morticia offered and took Tyler’s plate when he nodded, serving him a generous amount of bacon and scramble eggs. “Lurch will be steaming the vegetables soon.” 

Wednesday  made herself an espresso in silence, allowing her mother to fuzz over Tyler and serve him coffee. The eggs and vegetables were her mother’s idea of trying to get her husband and son to eat some greens instead of the copious dessert they usually ingested. The doorbell rang and Wednesday made herself available to answer the door. She really wanted to eat the broccoli and steamed zucchini crispy.

While walking to the door, she passed the umbrella holder and fished out one of the long black parasols with a sharp pointy end. She had an inkling of a feeling of who might be knocking just on time for lunch. As soon as she opened the door, Wednesday fended off a rapier. Her reaction time was getting faster and faster. She really wanted to win against Bianca in fencing practice.

“En guard,” Her attacker cried, dressed in a long black coat and hat and charged forward.

Wednesday fended off left and then right, drawing the rapier in a circle. Their sword fight drew the two of them into the dining room where Gomez started clapping, Pugsley banged on the table in excitement and she caught Tyler’s bewildered expression from the corner of her eye. Her parasol clashed with her attackers rapier, each trying to outmaneuver the other as they danced gracefully in the room.

Wednesday with footwork aimed for her attacker’s shoulder but her attacker was faster, twirling his rapier and deftly fending off the attack. A tiny electrical current passed from her attacker’s hand through to rapier and Wednesday let go of the parasol. Disgust curled her lips, she wanted a rematch. Morticia clapped discreetly as silence overcame the room.

“Sharp as ever, my young niece.” Fester said as he took off his hat and curtsey to the whole family. “Fester Addams has arrived. Rejoice!” He said and Pugsley clapped in excitement.

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A tiny electrical current passed from her attacker’s hand through to rapier and Wednesday let go of the parasol. Disgust curled her lips, she wanted a rematch. Morticia clapped discreetly as silence overcame the room.

“Sharp as ever, my young niece.” Fester said as he took off his hat and curtsey to the whole family. “Fester Addams has arrived. Rejoice!” He said Pugsley clapped in excitement.

Lurch served the steaming vegetables and Wednesday sat in a huff. She drizzled olive oil and salt on them and slowly cut a small corner. “The electrical current was a low blow, uncle Fester. I demand a rematch.”

Fester kissed Morticia’s cheek, ruffled Pugsley's hair and bumped fist with his brother. “Life is full of low blows, my young niece. Lurch, my zombie buddy, fix me up with french toast. I want to get a good glucose spike so I crash tonight.” Fester said as he took off his coat and spied Tyler at the table, his blonde hair and green eyes a stark contrast to his niece's dark hair. “Ah, this must be the boyfriend.” He said and approached Tyler.

“Tyler, this is my uncle Fester Addams.” Wednesday said. 

Fester extended his hand to Tyler who when taking it yelped, his curls standing on end momentarily. “Yikes!” Tyler yelped and shook his hand.

Fester laughed maniacally, joining the other side of the table with Pugsley and started eating the sausages and bacon. Wednesday zipped her espresso slowly and told Tyler to rub his hands on the wooden side of the chair to get rid of the static electricity. Fester started to regale them with an adventure down in the Amazon forest when Thing suddenly jumped on the table.

“Hey, Thing, how are you?” Fester asked with a smile on his face.

But Thing was not having it, he looked as indignant as an appendage could look. Thing banged his fingertips on the table.

“Thing, you still can't be angry at the Kalamazoo job. It was all your fault-” Fester never finished his sentence because Thing launched itself at him and grabbed hold of his throat. Thing squeezed and Fester dramatically went down like a log, choking, his legs flailing while Pugsley looked with wide eyes.

“Children,” Morticia said and clapped her hands. “It’s barely twelve pm, it is way too early for this much noise.”

Fester appeared on the edge of the table with Thing’s fingers hooked on his lips. “Sorry, Tish.” Fester mumbled and Thing jumped off in anger and perched on Lurch’s shoulder as the butler sat down next to Fester to eat.

Fester noticed his freshly made french toast  and perked up immediately, sitting down again he put sausage and ketchup on them. “I am so happy that I made it here. So much fun already.” He declared as he ate his breakfast and served himself coffee.

“Fester, I am so glad you are here. Albert will also be coming over with his wife.” Gomez smiled. “Even Mama is coming over from Mexico to see us.”

“Mommie?” Fester said. “I haven’t seen her since she chased me out of her property in Mexico with a gun. How I missed her.”

“Well, she did mention that she wants the ring you stole back. You know, the one you gave to Debbie.”

Fester smile shrugging his shoulders and a flush overcame his cheeks. “Mommie loves me so much she remembers every single thing I have stolen from her.”

Somehow, Tyler thought, that wasn’t the compliment Fester thought it was. Fester suddenly fixed his eyes on Tyler. “Fran was a Hyde. Tell me boy, have you manifested yet?”

“Ermm… yes.” There really was no other way to answer the question seeing as Gomez had arranged for Dr. Yarrow to visit Jericho.

Fester smiled, he bit his lower lip and shrugged his shoulders. “Oh, what fun! Are you ugly?”

“Can you show us?” Pugsley added with enthusiasm.

“Did my niece scream bloody murder when she saw you?” Fester asked.

“Ermm.. No, Wednesday was not scare to see me shift.” Tyler answered. Wednesday ignored the conversation as she ate in silence.

“He is probably not scary then, uncle Fester.” Pugsley's face fell, his lower lip sticking out.

“Nonsense, all Hyde’s are scary.” Fester declared. “I still remember Olga. She would scare the bejesus out of me when she transformed and gave chase.”

“Whatever happened to Olga?” Wednesday asked as she paused with her fork midway to her mouth.

“Yeah, Dr. Yarrow mentioned he treated her but he never told me if he was successful with her.” Tyler said.

Fester looked sad, pausing on his french toast doused in ketchup and mustard. “Aww, poor Olga. She did something no Hyde should ever do.”

Tyler's face grew serious, a shadow crossed his eyes as his body sat up rigidly on his chair. “She killed a human and ate their brains, didn't she?” Eating human brains always sent Hyde’s straight down a murderous path, unable to hold on to a proper form or control their temper.

“Yup,” Fester nodded. “Olga killed the witch that summoned three demons to kill her. She is now running wild in the forest of Siberia. Dr. Yarrow wanted to keep her secluded for treatment in the Caribbean island where he has his clinic but she refused.”

“I imagined this wasn’t a gentle refusal.” Wednesday said as she sipped her expresso.

“Oh, she was incense, nearly disemboweled Yarrow and killed a werewolf nurse. She eventually made it inland by swimming through the ocean to Guatemala and crossed the continent to Alaska where she traveled to Russia. The Malakov family are purebred Hydes and they have remarkable endurance and control.” Fester sounded almost giddy with excitement as he recounted the tale.

“That control must have slipped when she ate the brains.” Tyler said, suddenly pushing his food around the plates. 

Wednesday eyed him from the corner of her eye and then turned to her uncle. “Uncle Fester, have you dug up any dirt on Dr Kinbott?”

Fester smiled. “Oh, have I found some dirt on her? The woman is a next level psycho.”

“You don’t say?” This time it was Morticia steering the conversation away from Hydes and their potential loss of control.

“I tapped her phone and had her follow. Kinbott talked on the phone to a man she calls father Gideon.” Fester started giggling like a schoolgirl. The sound was certainly disturbing. “He kept asking questions about the love birds over here. Kinbott boarded a private jet headed to the Maldives and is now in a luxury resort. I have people following her.”

“I presumed you have recorded these conversations.” Wednesday wanted to listen to the tapes.

“Don't worry, uncle Fester has you covered.” Fester promised.

After lunch, Pugsley invited Wednesday and Tyler to view his newest robotic prototype stored in the second garage. Morticia and Gomez chased them out and Wednesday could only guess that they wanted a private talk with Fester over his findings before he shared the recordings. Pugley flicked on the light, illuminating the vast underground garage. The cavernous space, over ten thousand square feet, was filled with a maze of machinery and gleaming robots, their screens casting a soft glow across the dimly lit expanse.

Pugsley took them to the far end, passed a prototype for a bipedal robot, and a robotic dog, to a line up of four covered machines. He pulled the tarp on one. “I call it Cerberus.” Pugsley said proudly. “Mitchel and I have been tinkering with this robot over at the Werewolf clan compound. His older brother, Elwin, is a robotics engineer and works on innovation with a large company in the US and he helped us put together this robot. Dad is financing the project, he wants one of his own.”

“Wow, this looks great, it's like a motorcycle but instead of wheels it has legs. Have you tried it?” Tyler said looking over the mounting seat and joints that ended in what looked like flexible paws.

“I tried it last night and we are still working on its locomotion.” Pugsley explained and turned on the machine guiding it to walk back and forth, it resembled a large headless dog. “I doubt it could ever go to market. We have at least four prototypes and each one costs us a hundred grand each. But it can be a luxury item for people who want to hike. We want it to reach at least fifty miles but right now it only goes up to twenty.”

Wednesday trailed the machine, observing its joints flex and rotate with fluid motion. She pondered whether it could ascend a mountainside. The machine would undoubtedly simplify hiking expeditions through Yellowstone National Park and the Everest mountain climb she wanted to achieve.

“Winnie, want to try it?” Pugsley asked as he noticed his sister staring at the machine.

Wednesday glowered at him. “I haven’t forgotten you called me Winnie the Pooh, Pugsley. I am going to waterboard you in the downstairs toilet.”

“Sis, you must really want to try the prototype or you wouldn’t have told me what you intend to do to me.” Pugsley laughed and approached the prototype to get it to a stop before Wednesday. 

“Come on, get on.” Her brother invited and Wednesday was glad she had chosen to wear a pair of fitted pants with her black and white checkered knit vest.

She swung a leg over the mount and fitted her shoes on the pedals and under the straps. “Do you strap yourself in?”

“Only if you are going to go very fast but for now just under five miles an hour is okay to wear a belt. It’s like a scooter. I want to make a helmet so it can link with the robot and it can be guided through voice command and electrical impulses.” Pugsley explained.

Wednesday, pushed the speed on the digital display and held onto the handles under the hood of the robot. The machine whirred and slowly started to move forward, it reminded Wednesday of riding horses in her grandmother’s state in England. The robot walked back and forth the whole length of the warehouse and stopped back in its charging station.

“How fast does it go?” Wednesday asked.

“Barely twenty miles. I want it to eventually run at least seventy miles an hour. That is the fastest recorded werewolf speed.”

Wednesday dismounted and noticed the intercom flashing in the wall. “That is most likely mother.” She said and walked over to answer.

“My poisonous black heart, why don't leave the boys to get on the roller coaster and come speak to your mother.” Morticia’s voice said as it filled the room.

That suited Wednesday just fine, she had questions and had come to the conclusion that only her parents would answer them honestly. This was really the only reason she had come home for Saturnalia instead of staying with Tyler at his house.

“I’m going to see my mother. Why don’t you go with Pugsley and ride the roller coaster.” Wednesday said and Tyler nodded.

Pugsley's excitement bubbled over as he called out to Tyler, "Oh, Tyler, man, you are going to love my rocket roller coaster!" Wednesday shook her head and headed back into the house, leaving the two boys to their antics. Tyler, being a Hyde, would need every ounce of his strength to brace himself for the terrifying contraption Pugsley had cooked up.

From the greenhouse, Morticia surveyed her carnivorous plants, their twisted vines and gaping maws. In the corner, a large tank held a coiled, poisonous snake. Agrippa, an albino python that had been rescued by uncle Fester from the black market and brought to Wednesday as a pet coil under her lamps, her long tail dipped in a makeshift pond. Wednesday had no choice but to leave her pet under her mother’s care, Nevermore had been against any pets being brought to the school.

“Did father insist on listening to the recordings of Dr Kinbott before letting me in on the secret?” Wednesday asked as she sat on the small iron chair by the glass table.

“Your father wants to protect you, tormenta.” Morticia answered and sat by the table with her daughter. “I know you didn’t come over to see us simply for a family reunion. Tyler called your father after the incident with Kinbot. Would you like to talk about it?”

“No.” Wednesday deadpan. “Nothing anybody ever says on that topic will ever make it better.”

Morticia swallowed and looked at her hands, pursing her lips. “Someday, I hope we can talk about it.”

Wednesday's face was devoid of emotion. “I have other questions for you. I think the answer to those would serve a much better purpose than things better left buried.”

Morticia nodded, her lustrous black hair falling forward on her face. “What sort of questions?” 

“I want to know about aunt Fran. You must know what happened to her.” Wednesday said.

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Morticia nodded, her lustrous black hair falling forward on her face. “What sort of questions?” 

“I want to know about aunt Fran. You must know what happened to her.” Wednesday said.

“I do know what happened to my dear Fran.” Morticia said quietly.

Wednesday narrowed her eyes and wondered just how bad it would be. “Would you know why aunt Fran would be so adamant that Tyler withhold that he is a Hyde?”

Morticia blinked. “Why would you ask that, dear?”

“Because he grew upset when Pugsley asked for him to join him and the Werewolf clan for a run.”  Wednesday answered.

“Fran was always so careful. Tyler’s birth was really traumatic and it left her unable to have any more children. Even when Dr. Yarrow assisted her, the uterine scarring she sustained made it almost impossible for her to conceive if she had tried again.”

“I sense a story there.” Wednesday sensed a nightmare of a story about to unfold.

“Sylvanne family inner conflict is vicious Wednesday. It killed Theodore Sylvanne and his wife, Agatha Frump. Fran was scared to death for Tyler, she must have drilled into his head to guard against strangers and never reveal his outcast status.”

“Why wasn’t he allowed at Nevermore?” Wednesday had a lot of questions.

Morticia was surprised. “What do you mean? It was Donovan who refused to send him.”

But Tyler had told her that he had been banned from attending the school. “Why?”

“Donovan was there for all the suffering Fran went through. He blamed outcast society when she died, and blamed the school. Blamed the God’s and the Devil as well. The poor man loved Fran so much, it really is his only redeeming quality. That and caring for Tyler as though he were his own son.”

Wednesday blinked. Once, twice, three times. “I beg your pardon. Did you just say he cared for Tyler like he was his own son. Isn’t Donovan Tyler’s father?”

Morticia sat straighter in her chair and swept her long hair behind her back, her face thoughtful as she spoke slowly. “Donovan Galpin is a veteran of the US army, my black heart. He was Delta force back in his day, he handled depleted uranium gun rounds and armor during his service. It made him infertile and caused the demise of his first marriage. He is ten years older than Fran. But Fran was so in love with him because he wasn’t afraid of the Hyde. It really is his only redeeming quality, outside of that he is a cold, closed minded man. Denial to him is a river in Africa, my black heart.”

Wednesday's mind was temporarily frozen, unable to process the secret her mother had disclosed with such ease. “Does… Tyler know?” Wednesday stumbled over her words. “Who is his father?”

“Tyler does not know Donovan is not his father.” Morticia warned. “And you must not tell him.”

“Bu-”

“You must not tell him because Fran made arrangements so her son would know in due time. I tell you this so you are prepared and can be there for Tyler when the truth is revealed.”

“Who is Tyler’s father?”

Morticia pursed her lips. “Gideon Sylvanne.”

To say Wednesday was horrified was an understatement. Xavier’s words were suddenly drilling into her head. “But how?”

“Gideon, the misbegotten slime, kidnapped Fran and disappeared her for months. We moved heaven and earth to find her. When we did she was in captivity and eight months pregnant. Donovan simply took her home, they were married by then and he said the child she carried was his own. Francoise was determined to have the baby.”

Wednesday's opinion of Donovan had suddenly shot very high… all the way to the stratosphere high. She now understood why her parents thought so highly of him. 

“Why would she keep the child of her rapist?” It needed to be asked, Wednesday had to know.

Morticia swallowed. “Fran was partially preconizant. She saw a happy future for Tyler and decided to keep the child. Donovan supported her decision.”

A heavy silence weighed between them. It was all too much to take in all at once but she had one specific question to ask. “How did aunt Fran die?” Wednesday needed to know. Something took down Francoise Sylvane and that same thing could take down Tyler.

“Fran,” Morticia sighed and her eyes grew teary. “Gideon Sylvanne poisoned Fran with nightshade. It was horrendous.”

Xavier had been right. Sylvanne's inner family conflict was a nightmare. 

“Gideon poisoned her slowly, he tapped into their water supply and she began to get strange phone calls with people speaking nonsense. Her TV showed images of her dead parents and siblings. Fran thought she was losing her mind, it happens with the Sylvanne, sometimes they grow mad and lose touch with reality. Dr. Yarrow treated her for her mental health issues until she finally checked herself into Willow Hill Psychiatric Hospital.”

Morticia paused and cleared her throat. Wednesday was beginning to understand why Donovan wanted to forget everything and erase even her parents from his life.

“Our Law Firm helped her set up a trust fund for young Tyler, she wrote out her will. We  contacted the school hoping someone would help calm her emotional episodes. Siren power can be very useful for this end. It can calm deep anxiety and allow for people to gain peace. It didn’t work for Fran.”

Wednesday’s mouth had gone dry. No wonder Donovan hated the school. Wanted Tyler away from that place.

“Finally after six months at Willowhill Fran was found hanged in her room.”

If Tyler ever heard any of this it would crush him. Wednesday saw how badly he reacted when his mother was called a freak by Xavier. But he would have to know the ugly truth eventually.

“Of course, she did not commit suicide. Gideon killed her. Donovan was mad with grief, he wanted everyone away from Tyler. Nevermore was hell. We didn’t help Fran enough. The Sylvanne family killed his wife. In his grief he blamed God and the Devil. After Fran’s funeral we were forbidden from speaking to Tyler and he was especially adamant that the two of you not see each other.”

“What?” Wednesday wanted to press pause on this trauma dumping by her mother but the truth needed to be heard.

“Donovan was afraid of what would happen. He saw first hand how Gideon's obsession for Fran destroyed her. He didn't want a repeat with you and Tyler.” Morticia explained.

“Why?” Wednesday asked, remembering how Tyler confessed how much he had missed her as a child. How he had begged to see her but Donovan refused until he gave up.

“The Hyde mutation is passed through the mother, incest in Hyde Families is widely praticed. You are Tyler’s closest female relative.” Morticia paused, adding to the drama of the moment and Wednesday ground her teeth. “As was Agatha Frump to his grandfather Theodore Sylvanne. The Sylvanne and Frump families have a practice of intermarriage, not on purpose. Theodore and Agtha shared a lovers bond. They were very happy together until his nephew murdered them.”

Wednesday blinked.

“Agatha recounted to my mother how she would dream of Theodore in Hyde form and wake up in ecstasy. She thought she was losing her mind until she met him. Agatha described the meeting as electrifying and feeling a fire in the blood, like a fever. Theodore was like a drug for her.” Morticia looked her daughter in the eye. “Francoise hoped that if you and Tyler kept in close contact the Frump family curse of falling in love with one person and the Addam’s family curse of being unable to kill another family would crush the Sylvanne curse of endless inner conflict.”

Wednesday scoffed and looked away. “Aunt Fran obviously thought of all this in detail.”

“Tell me, was Fran right about you and Tyler?” Morticia asked but the sudden rise of colour in her daughter’s cheeks was enough of an answer.

It had taken her a good two hours speaking to her mother. But when she was finally done, Wednesday went to look for Tyler at their backyard where Pugsley had his mini amusement park. She looked around and found no one at the park, going back into the house Wednesday called Pugsley through the interphone.

“Sis.” Pugsley said as he picked up the phone.

“Where is Tyler?”

“Dad took him into town for a suit fitting.”

And Wednesday suddenly had a very good idea of why Gomez had taken Tyler away from the house to speak in private. She hung up on Pugsley without saying goodbye and making her way to her room, Wednesday changed into her gym clothes and decided to go running. It hadn’t snowed in New Jersey but the ground was beginning to freeze. Her feet took her down the frozen dirt road and into the abandoned stables where the family pitbulls slept and ate. She found the two black family pitbulls playing with Kittykat outside and when they saw her they immediately joined in her run. 

Her mind was still whirling with what her mother had told her about aunt Fran, Gideon and Tyler’s grandparents. If she could hardly wrap her mind around the insanity of it all, she could only imagine how Tyler would feel. Their friendship bond had its limits and the nearest town to their state was almost an hour away where her father had his tailor. Such a distance muted the bond significantly and if the distance grew to more than twenty miles she would stop feeling his presence in her mind. 

Damn it all, her father had done it on purpose to trauma dump the truth on Tyler and give him time to process everything before he came home. Tinkerbell, the female pitbull pushed her head against her hand when Wednesday stopped for a rest. She petted the dogs and Kitty kat as well. Checking her watch she noticed she had been gone for almost an hour. Slowly, she made her way back to the guest townhouse she was sharing with Tyler.

“We’ll go hunting in the future. I want you to meet Tyler.” She told the two pitbulls and Kittykat before heading inside.

Going into the house, she changed out of her clothes and took a shower. Noticing her notification, she saw her father had texted not to worry about Tyler. Her mother also sent her a text excusing them both from dinner and  offering to have Lurch deliver hot food to the townhouse to which she agreed. To distract herself, Wednesday kept occupied with her novel, she was almost to the final act.

At least two more hours passed by until Lurch appeared on her doorstep with that night’s dinner portioned out in tinfoil casseroles ready to be popped in the oven. It was well over another hour when Wednesday started feeling Tyler’s presence drawing nearer. A slight tension settled in her shoulders, and a low level arousal started in her body. She knew what it meant, the Hyde was close to the surface and her body was reacting, her heart speeding up in lust.

Swallowing in an attempt to control her response, she felt Tyler coming closer to the townhouse and by the speed it looked like he was coming on foot. Instead of coming inside he lingered in the backyard. She debated whether to wait for him inside or go find him but he was clearly making no move to come inside the house. Wednesday grumbled in aggravation and found her boots and coat. Stepping outside into the cold weather, darkness had descended on the state and the small lamps that lit the family home and driveway to the guest townhouses were on. 

Walking around the property, she saw the family pitbulls had run back inside the main home. Wednesday found Tyler in a dark corner of the yard, his back to her. His aura was a turbulent black with purple streaks and she could clearly see the outline of the Hyde over Tyler’s human body.

She walked slowly forward. Their friendship bond was still muted but from his posture and refusal to turn around and face her it was obvious he was furious. Wednesday remembered how Tyler had assaulted Xavier and then threatened to do it again when he mentioned his mother. The waterworks and mopping she was expecting was perhaps her own miscalculation. Tyler was enraged.

“Tyler.” She called as soon as she was within touching distance. 

“You promised me loyalty.” Tyler rasped without turning to look at her and their friendship bond snapped tight between them flaring to life. “Did you know about my mother before coming over to your house or did you just find out like your father assured me?”

“I didn’t know until mother trauma dumped on me in the greenhouse.” Wednesday said truthfully, his face was still hidden by shadows. “Why would I hide this from you?”

“I don’t know… Pity maybe. Because it feels like that is all anybody feels for me.” Tyler spat and Wednesday blinked. Perhaps he was mopping after all. “I grew suspicious when your father took me so far away that I couldn’t feel you anymore through the bond. Did you also become my emotional anchor out of pity?”

Yes, he was definitely mopping, but at the very least there were no tears unlike when he was in between forms for his first shift. “I became your emotional anchor because you would become mine in the process. I was not sleeping, and plagued by unwanted fragmented visions.” Wednesday walked around and grabbed him by the lapels of his brown jacket.

Tyler’s face was made of granite, his eyes flashing red as they stared into her own. She briefly wondered if she could coax him into angry sex. “I allowed you into my bed because I felt like it. Pity is a foreign emotion to my neurological system.”

Tyler smirked at that. “Yes, I’ve been in your head. You are a predator.”

Wednesday allowed her lips to curl into the barest of smiles. “Finally, we understand each other.”

Tyler pulled her into his arms and kissed her, he molded his body to her own. His lips demanded reassurance from her, that she still wanted him and that their relationship was strong. She tangled her hands in his soft curls, caressing his hair and opening her lips to his tongue. Her tongue delved deeper into his mouth and she tasted copper, Tyler had been grading his teeth together and had bitten his cheek.

Pulling back, Wednesday looked into his face. “Do you want to tell me about it?”

“I always suspected something was off.” Tyler sighed, his face smoothing into his usual relaxed expression but his shoulders still held tension. “When I drew nearer to manifesting my dad smelled off, he didn’t smell like kinfolk. I thought that was just because he was a normie but then your parents stopped by the Weathervane for coffee. When I greeted your mother she smelled like kin, and so did you when we saw each other again. When your father explained things to me… suddenly it all made sense.”

Tyler pressed his face against her neck. “Mom left a video of her explaining everything. I think she was expecting to not be around when I was old enough to know.”

Wednesday cradled his head and smoothed out his hair. “I’m sorry. I thought we would just come see my parents and spend some uninterrupted time together. I wasn’t expecting them to trauma dump on us.”

“No, I need it to know.” Tyler murmured against her neck.

“Why?” Wednesday asked, unable to keep the fear she felt at the answer at bay.

“Because Gideon Sylvanne was the person who sent the demonic entity to kill you.”

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Absorbing the truth had been difficult for Tyler. That night after they talked, he had shifted and taken off for the woods to run on his own. He had not returned until dawn, and instead of coming to see her,  he had holed up in the next room. It was a good thing her relatives would descend on the Addams family state until later in the week because Tyler wasn’t really up to seeing anybody. He looked sick, with dark circles under his eyes and a sour mood as well as very little appetite. 

Wednesday was at a loss of what to do. She ranted to her father over the phone on how insensitive it was to tell Tyler such terrible things while on holiday. Her father had been apologetic but he insisted it was a necessary thing. 

“Ninguno se pudo esperar?Tenían que arruinar las vacaciones? Tyler no quiere ni comer.” (Neither of you could wait until later? Did you have to ruin the holidays? Tyler doesn’t even want to eat.)

“Hay, mi tormentita, no se podía seguir ocultando esta verdad.” (My little stormcloud, this truth couldn’t stay quiet much longer.) Gomez fretted over the phone.

“Ojala los dos estén contentos con lo provocaron.” (I hope the two of you are happy with what you did.) Wednesday spat. “Me tendría que haber quedado en Jericho.” (I should have stayed in Jericho.) She slammed the phone down angrily.

In the afternoon of the same day, Pugsley brought Willow and her kittens in a box. He rang the bell to the townhouse and left the kittens, with their mother, and supplies at their doorstep. 

Willow hated Wednesday and hissed at the sight of her but seemed to love Tyler. The sight of the kittens almost instantly cheered up Tyler. He was a gentle person at heart and the small kittens meowing seemed to lift the dark shadow that had descended on him.

Lurch delivered them food in aluminum containers to heat up in the oven. She popped the containers in the oven and served the food. She was relieved to see Tyler eat when she coaxed him away from the kittens. They ate in silence, which was normal for them, but through their bond Wednesday could feel that Tyler was rebounding. He was stronger emotionally than she previously thought. 

“I’m sorry I haven’t been good company lately.” Tyler said and offered her a weak smile as he made eye contact.

There was nothing to do but push through the ugly moment and try to move forward. “Tyler, if you want to tell me about it. I’m here to listen.” Wednesday said gently.

Tyler nodded. “I decided that Donovan is my father, the man who hurt my mom is just my progenitor. I’m just angry over what he did to my mom and how he tried to kill you.” Tyler stare was penetrating. “I want you to tell me what Xavier said.”

Wednesday blinked and pursed her lips. “Xavier’s father, Vincent Thorpe, attended Nevermore around the same time your mother and my parents did. It seems he had some knowledge of family conflicts. A lot of it was wrong.”

“What did he say?” Tyler persisted feeling in his gut there was something unsavoury that Wednesday did not want to reveal.

“Xavier said that Theodore Sylvanne kidnapped and rape my great aunt, Agatha Frump. Tyler, I know this to be a lie, my mother assures me they were very much in love. He mentioned how Aunt Fran was a calculating psychopath and told me… that Hyde genetics makes it so it is only passed through the mother and only through a close relative.”

“Is that all?”

“He offered me help if I wanted to cut you off.”

Tyler clenched his jaw and turned his face away. “You don’t need help to leave me. I would never hurt you if you wanted to break up with me.”

“I don’t want us to end our arrangement.” Wednesday said and placed a hand on his forearm, opening up their friendship that was close to becoming a lover’s bond. “Tyler, I know there are many awful secrets revealed but they have no bearing on our relationship or how I see you.”

“Wednesday, I love you, it is the only reason why I wanted us to be together. It never had anything to do with Hyde genetics. I admit… I wanted you even more after I manifested… The Hyde wants you but I never thought of hurting you.”

“I believe you.” Wednesday whispered. “Why do you speak of your Hyde form in third person?”

“Hydes are not like other shifters. While the Hyde is a part of me, it is also a separate entity with a mind of its own.” Tyler said softly. “I think… us spending so much time together as children cause me to imprint on you. It is why when we were separated as children I cried and wanted to see you so badly. But it was never sexual in nature… That is until we met again. I started craving you then.”

Wednesday nodded, combing his hair with her fingers to encourage him to talk. Tyler pressed his face against her neck and kissed her skin, his hands stroking up and down her back. She remembered the times the Hyde had skirted the boundaries of her mind, through the bond, while they had sex. “You keep an iron grip on him.”

“The Hyde is a dangerous beast, Wednesday. I cannot let control slip, it means no drinking alcohol, no drugs and never killing a human and eating its brains.”

“You have shifted before me sometimes and all Hyde wants is to smell me.” Wednesday said as she caressed his face.

Tyler shuddered in her arms and she felt the Hyde lurking underneath the surface wanting to come out. “He wants you but monster form is not safe for you, babygirl.”

“He… is listening to us now. Isn’t he?” Wednesday asked, pausing in her ministrations.

"He is always there in the back of my mind.” Tyler whispered. 

“I want to meet him. Do you need to shift..?”

“No. Hyde can take over even during human shape.”

“Let him out.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Hyde is a sick bastard.”

“You just said he doesn't want to hurt me.”

“Okay,” Tyler said slowly as he let go of her and sat up on his chair. “But I will be watching so he doesn’t hurt you.”

Wednesday stared as Tyler swallowed and closed his eyes. She felt the Hyde coming to the surface as he usually did when Tyler shifted but this time he stayed human. He opened his eyes and instead of the bright green, they were a stark black tinged with red at the corners. 

A slow smile spread on his lips. “Kitten,” He said, his voice an octave lower than Tyler’s, and rather raspy. “We meet so very little. Tyler thinks you are made of glass.”

Wednesday wasn’t quite sure how to respond, arousal had risen in her body at the sound of his voice. It was Tyler yet… it wasn’t. Another facet of his personality, his alter ego. “Do you have a name?”

Hyde Tyler smirked at her and his hands suddenly reached for her in a flash, grasping her elbow tightly and bringing her closer. “You can continue to call me Tyler while in bed. It makes no difference to me.” He said as he stared down her eyes and then back to her lips. 

Yes, this was Tyler’s alter ego, perhaps the shock of the demonic entity split him down the middle and he recoiled from the predator that lived in his mind. She felt his hand slowly stroking up her back to her nape where he grasped her hair in a tight grip. Arousal pulsed in her body as he pulled her head back, arching her spine before crushing their lips together in a bruising kiss that she could not return. His tongue forcing itself passed her lips in a possessive kiss, his tongue dominating her own. 

Wednesday panted into the kiss, a moan rising in her throat when she felt him roughly groping her breast and massaging, his thumb seeking her nipple. Her hands scrambled for purchase on his shoulders, her fingernails digging into the fabric as he stole the breath from her lungs before letting her go. Wednesday hyperventilated, feeling light headed from the lack of oxygen and didn’t register Hyde Tyler’s hands grasping the collar of her cotton shirt and ripping it open.

She growled in outrage when he pushed the cups of her bra down and tried to smack his hands away but failed. Hyde Tyler caught her wrist and forced them down, making her arch her spine to offer her nipples up to his hungry mouth and lips. He suckled her nipples fiercely, his tongue flicking them and applying suction. The sounds he made were obscene.

Wednesday was caught in between arousal and outrage. Hyde Tyler was not asking any permission, he behaved as though he owned her and access to her body was a given. Her chest heaved, her vulva painfully aroused as she heard him moaning and suckling her nipples loudly. “I bet your sweet pussy tastes just as good as your titties.” Hyde Tyler teased as he switched from one nipple to another and Wednesday shifted in her chair rocking against the cushion as she moaned in sudden orgasm. 

“Look at that, little kitten enjoyed it.” Hyde Tyler cooed around her nipple, his wet lips caressing her sensitive peak. “I bet your pussy is drooling for my dick.”

Wednesday groaned and grunted in surprise as he stood up with her and began to roughly push down her pants and underwear. “I’m going to suck on your sweet pussy.” Hyde Tyler said as he maneuvered her to sit on the table and Wednesday eagerly spread her legs, her thighs shaking as she placed them on his shoulders. 

He opened his mouth, winking at her as his tongue slipped out and he licked her along the seam of her pussy lips, spreading them apart to tease her hot vulva. “Hmm, this sweet pussy.” Hyde Tyler moaned out as he eagerly licked at her entrance and slipped his tongue into her vaginal canal. His tongue grew longer, thicker and Wednesday’s eyes opened in surprise, a half moan, half shout coming out of her lips as she realized he had partially transformed. She felt him caressing her g spot firmly, his long tongue thrusting in and out of her mimicking sex.

Hyde Tyler’s hands held her wrist down, his shoulders spreading open her legs as his tongue pleased her vaginal canal. “Tyler!” Wednesday groaned, moaning as her spine arched as an orgasm built up inside her rising to the surface with a shout from her lips. Her chest heaving as she hyperventilated. Heart racing in her chest as the pressure suddenly unwind and she screamed, her body shaking as she squirted into his mouth.

 “Yes!” She shouted as he prolonged her orgasm with his tongue, her body convulsing on the table. Hot heat flashing through her as she tensed in overwhelming pleasure.

Hyde Tyler let go of her wrist as she was coming down from her orgasm and Wednesday felt a finger poking in between her buttcheeks. Sudden outrage replaced the pleasure of her orgasm and grunting, she twisted away but failed. The burn of his digit penetrating her dry hole was a cold shock. A growl of fury rose in her chest as his digit penetrated the tender skin of her ass deeper. Pain at the intrusion took away from the sweet pleasure he had just forced on her body.

“Noooo!” Wednesday rage twisting away, panic filling her as Hyde refused her command and his hand bruised her hip. “Get off!” 

She felt the bond she shared with Tyler twisting, Hyde fighting Tyler for control as she tried to get away. He wrench himself away from her and Wednesday saw Tyler’s eyes back to their normal green before he pushed away from the table and turned to bash his head against the iron banister of the stair. The brutal sound of flesh and skull banging against the iron filled the room several times and Wednesday felt his regret through the bond. Hyde had gone silent, shackled beyond the rigid iron walls of Tyler’s mind where he was imprisoned. Tyler leaned against the banister, his shoulders shook slightly.

“Tyler.” Wednesday called, gasping for air as she was still recovering from the intense orgasm. She grew irritated when he did not turn. “Tyler.” 

“I’m sorry.” He croaked after some time. 

“Come back here.” Wednesday said feeling cold on top of the table, her legs still spread open. 

Tyler turned slowly towards her, blood streaked down his face from where he had cut the skin on the banister. His eyes were the normal green color but his face was full of shame. “Babygirl, I’m sorry. I won’t let him out near you again.” He promised as he looked at her ripped shirt and bra. 

A massive erection was tenting his pants and Wednesday felt still aroused. Hyde had ruined a good moment but she found lust was still coursing through her veins. She noticed how Tyler stared at her vulva and naked breast, breathing hard, his cheeks and lips red.

“Come here.” Wednesday ordered.

“Are you sure?” Tyler asked softly.

“Yes.” Wednesday answered and he approached her slowly, his arms wrapping around her torso. Tyler’s hands massaged her body, awakening her senses, arousal coiling in her gut. Her hands pushed down his pants, his erection springing free into her waiting hands. Tyler groaned, his erection leaking pre cum making it easier for her hands to pump him into a babbling wreck.

“Wednesday, I love you,” He whispered as her arms snaked around his neck before kissing his lips. Their tongues tangled together as she pushed her body into his and felt his erection against her belly. 

“I need you,” Wednesday begged as she felt him grab his hard cock and teased her with it, dragging the tip up and down her wet vulva. Wednesday’s fingers buried into his hair as she arched her back and bucked her hips against his hard cock. Tyler moaned as he felt her wet and ready for him to penetrate her body.

“Put your dick in me,” Wednesday begged, feeling an intense ache in between her legs. “I want it badly.”

“I love you, babygirl,” Tyler whispered as he took his large cock in hand and guided it to her wet entrance. 

Wednesday rocked against him and closed her eyes in pleasure as she felt the broad tip of his cock penetrate her slowly. “Yes,” She gasped out as he hilted his cock inside her and rocked his hips, rubbing their pelvises together. 

“Harder,” Wednesday begged and felt him smile against her lips. He pulled out and thrust inside her once again more forcefully. 

“Yeessss,” Wednesday hissed, feeling him stroke a burning in her body with every wet, hot thrust of his hard cock. She gasped and bit his lip as she felt his hands cupping her breast, his thumbs rubbing her soft, sensitive nipples. Wednesday orgasmed in a flash of wet heat that emanated from where they joined together outwards to the rest of her body. Tyler grunted as her inner muscles clamped down around his cock and thrust roughly into her, making her scream.

Her orgasm overwhelmed their mental bond, and Tyler felt a massive wave of hot pleasure sweep over him. Tyler growled deep in his throat and pushed inside her roughly as he climaxed in hot spurts. His body shaking as he pressed their cheeks together, his arms holding her as she melted into the table.

“Babygirl, I love you.” Tyler whispered in her ear and kissed her cheek, rubbing their noses together.

Wednesday wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips slowly. Her nails scratching his skin lightly, satisfaction radiating in her body as she felt his penis softening inside her. After a prolonged silence, Tyler lifted her in his arms, encouraging her legs to wrap around his hips, and took her up to their bedroom.

Wednesday helped Tyler wash the blood from his hair in the bathroom. Together, they sat back down in the bed and she brought out the first aid kit. He had cut his forehead and Wednesday sprayed hydrogen peroxide before applying some butterfly bandages. She had changed out of her ruined clothes and into a pair of black lounge clothes.

“What the hell was that thing with Hyde?” Wednesday asked Tyler as she sat down in the chair to face him.

Tyler winced. Embarrassment was clear on his face. “He is an asshole. Hyde is angry that he only gets to watch when we have sex. Screams about how I popped your cherry and even got you to give me a blow job so he wants… you know.”

Wednesday blinked. “You mean he is jealous and wants anal sex to prove dominance?”

“Yeah,” Tyler groused. “He is an asshole.”

“You keep talking about him in third person. He is you.” Wednesday said looking into his eyes.

Tyler was offended and he recoiled from her, standing up. “I am not that asshole.”

“Tyler.” Wednesday called as he put distance between them.

“He is a sick freak that assaulted you and ripped your clothes. I would punch myself again if I could.” Tyler bit out.

“Stop it.” Wednesday growled as she stood up and walked around him to look into his eyes. “I forbid you from hurting yourself again.”

Tyler swallowed, his eyebrows knitting together as an anguish expression came over his face. “Does it hurt?”

“No,” Wednesday answered. “It just burned because I was dry and wasn’t expecting it. You wouldn’t let go and it made me angry.” 

“It wasn’t me. I would never do something to you before asking permission first.” Tyler insisted as he stormed out of the room.

Wednesday sighed. Somehow, someway, they were going to have to address this situation. She had clearly felt Hyde as Tyler and vice versa. Somewhere along the way she missed a crucial part of this puzzle, something had caused Tyler to dissociate along the way and view Hyde as a separate entity.

Chapter Text

Tyler had not returned to the townhouse until late in the night. But instead of avoiding her, like the other day, he had showered and climbed into bed with her. He spooned around her and buried his nose in her hair, falling asleep almost instantly. Through their bond, she felt him calmer, perhaps the physical exertion had drained him of his bad mood. 

The next day, Tyler felt well enough to have dinner with Morticia and Gomez. Several suits, dress shirts and shoes, have been delivered to the townhouse all in black and made of  cashmere silk. Tyler dressed in a tailored pair of pants and jacket with a white shirt opened at the collar. Wednesday wore a striped, cashmere silk structured dress with a v neck collar and she pinned her braids around her head.

Tyler drove them to the house and they entered through the garage. The house had been decorated with evergreen pine trees and black candles. Mistletoes hung from the windowsills and ornaments with the emblem of saturn adorned the wreaths around the house. Appropriately somber baroque music played on the house speakers and the scent of fresh bread filled the house. Tyler’s mouth watered, his stomach growling, he hadn’t eaten anything since last night, subsisting only on coffee. 

The dining room was filled with laughter and chatter. No doubt it was uncle Fester recounting his latest adventure of corporate espionage on behalf of the Addams family Onyx Asset Management. Bankrupting your competition and stealing their ideas and businesses was sort of an Addams family tradition. She was starving, Lurch had sent her pictures of carpaccio, roasted carrots and mashed potatoes. Wednesday was especially partial to the roasted pear and goat cheese salad on delicate baby greens with honey glazed dressing.

“My two darlings,” Morticia said, rising from her chair and hugging Tyler. “You look so pale, this won’t do. Come have dinner.” She herded Tyler to a chair by her side and Lurch presented him with roasted pear salad. “Eat.”

Wednesday took the chair next to Tyler. “Uncle Fester, you promised me Kinbott’s recordings. How come you haven’t sent the file via email?” Lurch placed a salad plate in front of her and drizzled honey, mustard dressing.

“Oooh, there is some spicy stuff that I don’t think is right for a young girl to hear.” Fester said with a grave face.

Wednesday rolled her eyes.

“However, you can hear her conversation about you and Tyler with Daddy Gideon.”

Pugsley found that hilarious and he laughed, hiccupping and snorting. Wednesday had the gut feeling that Pugsley had already heard the recording and had a grand time. Morticia shushed him but Tyler was staring daggers into his salad. Gomez rubbed his hands together nervously.

“Would this daddy Gideon be the shithead who killed my mom?” Tyler asked, in a cold voice and the question drowned the good humour at the table and everyone grew somber.

“I’m sorry son,” Gomez apologized. “Yes, he is the same one.” 

“Don’t you worry, sweetheart. He is going to die a gruesome death. Now eat your pear.” Morticia cooed and Wednesday placed a comforting hand on Tyler’s forearm. “Fester, let’s just wait for that type of thing after dinner.”

Lurch served creamy wild mushroom soup before rolling out the main dish of herbed crusted roasted lamb chops. Creamy potatoes au gratin, roasted vegetables and freshly baked bread. Morticia talked of getting a call from Esther, Enid’s mother, and how they had all been invited to go skiing with them in France for March break. Fester and Pugsley seemed to be involved in a contest to see who could eat more as they shoveled food into their mouths. Gomez was making polite conversation over how well the suit looked on Tyler.

Wednesday supposed, that as far as awkward family dinner after a nightmare of a revelation went, this was the best scenario in their household. Tyler ate everything on his plate. He was already thin but missing a few meals had stripped away the thin layer of fat on his muscles and he was approaching gaunt territory. Lurch ate in usual silence, Thing perched on his shoulders. Wednesday hadn’t seen Thing in days, he had probably crawled into one of the dungeons. His skin was looking very supple so he had probably been soaking in a nasty concoction prepared by Morticia.

The family moved to the living room together, with Fester suddenly sporting a wide smile, his eyes building with excitement. Whatever it was that Kinbott discussed with this ‘daddy’ Gideon, would be something upsetting or off putting. The family living room was a large open space dominated by black brick fireplace. The couches were upholstered in indigo blue with silver buttons and black mahogany wood. Richly decorated with evergreen wreaths and lit black candles. 

The Addams family altar was lit with candles, and Wednesday saw that her mother had placed a picture of a smiling aunt Fran. Tyler sat by her side on the couch, with Pugsley on his right. Fester took a solo seat by the large coffee table and Morticia and Gomez sat on the love seat. Fishing out his phone from his suit pocket, Fester smiled conspiratorially.

“I do like creepy stories during family get-togethers.” Fester gushed and Gomez clapped along. “Wednesday your father called me a few weeks ago in a panic…”

The phone rang in the middle of the night and Fester, who was wide awake reviewing old footage security cameras answered. “Greetings from the grave.” Fester quipped.

“Fester, I have a problem.” Gomez panicked on the phone.

Fester had sped up the footage but it still showed the empty parking lot at night. “Gomez, you are a problem riding a problem using a problem as a whip. You need to be more specific.”

“It's Wednesday, my little black cloud, the thunder in the night, the walking heart attack that is my daughter. She is in trouble.” Gomez said and Fester heard Morticia crying in the background. Wednesday had grown up into a murderous viper as a teenager, Fester couldn’t be more proud.

“Who did she try to kill now?” Fester asked.

“Her therapist.” Gomez answered.

Fester shook his head. “You know, Gomez, that girl is getting dangerously close to attempted murder charges and it won’t look good on her record. The whole family will know she can get the job done right.”

“My little scorpion almost killed her but her boyfriend, Tyler, intervened.” Gomez said and Fester heard a door opening and closing. Morticia’s sobbing had ceased, Gomez probably walked out of the room.

“She has a boyfriend? I pity the poor guy. He is going to end up six feet under with that girl. What did you say his name was again?”

“Tyler Galpin, Fran’s boy.” Gomez whispered.

“Oooh, my niece has a weakness for monsters and a Hyde to boot. Tell me again what happened?”

“The therapist brought up Pubert, tried to get her to talk.” Gomez said this with a tremble in his voice.

“And my niece didn’t stab her in the heart?” Now there was a surprise to Fester.

“Tyler intervened and then my little tormenta had a psychic vision breakdown.”

“Talking about Pubert is going to do that to her Gomez.” That must have been the sight, blood everywhere and a catatonic teenage girl. No wonder Morticia was sobbing. “But how did Kinbot dug out that family secret, we buried those records so deep.”

“You need to find out, Fester. Something doesn’t smell right.”

“... So I tapped her phone and had her follow.” Fester explained to his captive audience. “I was not prepared for what I had stumbled into.”

Fester tapped his phone and the whole family leaned forward as he placed the device on the coffee table. Thing jumped on the coffee table and sat down for the show. The sound of a dialing phone filled the room and then Kinbott answered.

“Hello,” Kinbot spoke.

“Hello sweetheart,” A man’s voice answered, a low baritone timbre oozing confidence.

Kinbot gasped and her voice took on a strange dazed quality. “Daddy Gideon,” She gushed. It was embarrassing. Pugsley was snickering and Morticia’s lips twitched uncomfortably.

“Did you do what I told you?” Gideon asked.

“Yes, daddy, I talked to the Addam’s girl about Pubert. She had a full blown crisis. I have the recording of it.” Kinbot answered.

Wednesday was going to kill Kinbot, and then strangle Gideonwith his intestines. Valerie Kinbot had purposefully brought up Pubert’s death to cause her to have a mental crisis. 

“Good girl,” Gideon purred on the phone and Kinbot gasped, squealing as though they were having sex. “What about Tyler?”

Wednesday would kill them both… slowly. Tyler clenched his hands so hard his knuckles turned white. She could feel Hyde bubbling to the surface, his aura turning black. The black candles in the room sparked absorbing the negative energy of Hyde’s anger.

Kinbot was giddy with excitement. “I also have the recording of my sessions with Tyler. Whenever I bring up his mother, he starts snapping, becoming cold and detached. It’s like I’m talking to a different person.”

“It's the Hyde.” Gideon laughed and Wednesday was reminded of her meeting with Hyde the day before. “Does he speak of the Addam’s girl?”

“No, Tyler wants to keep their relationship secret. But it's not too much of a stretch of the imagination to say they have something more than friendship from the way he stares at her.” Kinbot was watching them. When? How? “I also have something else to report. Daddy, you are going to be so happy.”

“What is it, sweetheart?” Gideon breathed.

“I tried to sirened Tyler to get him to talk but he was immune to my suggestions just as you said he would be daddy.” Kinbot’s singsong voice was grating on Wednesday’s nerves.

“Good girl, the doctors assured me they picked the most genetically perfect embryo to implant on Francoise.” This phone conversation was turning into an epic revelation. Being immuned to siren powers was a rare talent that not even the Addams possessed. “What about the Addam’s girl?” Gideon asked.

“She is in love. I saw it on her face. Her eyes glaze over and her mouth relaxes when he comes close.” Kinbot sounded so sure of her assessment. 

Wednesday glared at the smartphone, that comment struck a nerve, this conversation had happened before Tyler and her started their romantic relationship. Had she been that obvious? Did her arousal show on her face?

“It must be the call of the blood. The Frumps and the Sylvanne’s have a long history of cousin incest.” Gideon mused on the phone. “Has she mentioned him at all?”

“Making conversation with her or building rapport is nearly impossible. It’s why I think she has something more than friendship with Tyler, she hardly tolerates anyone in her personal space but he held her as she had a seizure. I don’t know how he knew she was in distress.”

“A seizure? There isn’t anything like that in the medical records we pulled from the hospital. Are you sure?” Gideon had pulled medical records, she fell on her tenth birthday and broke her arm, her parents had taken her to hospital that one time. All other medical records were in Dr. Yarrow’s possession.

Kinbot hummed in affirmative. “She grew rigid, fell to the ground and I later saw blood coming down her nose.”

“Perhaps it was a vision. Aunt Agatha was a psychic dove with a minor talent for precognition. Uncle Theodore and her had a mental bond… he always knew when she was in danger.”

“Daddy Gideon, when am I going to see you again? I miss you so much.” Kinbot asked obviously not caring to hear about old family relations.

“I will send the place to get you for Saturnalia. Gabrielle and I are going to The Maldives.” Gideon said. “See you then.”

“Love you, daddy Gideon.” Kinbot gushed and hung up.

Fester raised his hands as the conversation drew to an end. “I told you she was mental.” That sort of assessment coming from an Addams was saying something. “Valerie Kinbott is an outcast, a siren.” 

“Wednesday I want you to know that it took some time, but we fixed everything that happened with Darren and the unfortunate incident at the school pool.” Morticia said, snapping her daughter out of her murderous reverie. “We also made the problems you had go away as well, Tyler.”

“What do you mean?” Wednesday asked, Tyler startled next to her, confusion plain on his face.

“We had to track down certain people, move some papers and disappear some footage. But we did it. Darren doesn’t remember what happened. It was a case of mistaken identity and the Judge dismissed the charges against you, my black heart. You were also not expelled, you simply moved to another school as we had the application going for sometime.” Morticia said.

“I called Vincent Thorpe and also got him on board to dismiss any charges against Tyler. We scrubbed clean his records. Neither of you need to see Kinbot anymore.” Gomez added.

“Why didn’t you help me out of therapy sessions before?” Wednesday was getting angry.

“My little scorpion, Larissa, assured me that Kinbot was a qualified therapist. We never suspected this treachery from her. But you no longer have to see her anymore.” Morticia assured her daughter.

“And we got your book published, my little black heart.” Gomez added and Lurch handed her a paperback novel.

Wednesday was speechless, one of her greatest desires was to have her novel published, and here she was holding her manuscript in her hands. The cover art was a cheesy drawing of a girl in what looked like a dark room with a flashlight in her hand. 

“The marketing department assured me that is the style all best selling novels are currently designed in.” Gomez noticed his daughter’s furrowed eyebrows at the cover.

Tyler picked up the book from her laxed fingers. “Now this has become public domain I guess I can finally read it.” He quipped.

Wednesday felt her cheeks heating up, somehow Tyler reading her novel felt just as intimate as them having sex. Morticia and Gomez beamed at them but before they could say anything more a loud, terrified scream filled the room. Fester jumped in his chair and Tyler dropped the book in his hands.

“Sorry,” Pugsley apologized as he picked up the phone and walked away from the living room. “It’s Mitchell calling me to confirm if I am going to the werewolf compound.”

“We are going to have some late night guests. Why don’t you two go with Pugsley and have some fun at the Werewolf compound?” Morticia said as Pugsley walked back into the living room.

Tyler hesitated but Wednesday wanted to go visit the compound. It was always an adrenaline rush to run with the pack. She placed a hand on his forearm and nodded to him when he looked at her for reassurance.

“Tyler, come on, you are going to like it.” Pugsley was vibrating with the urge to run. 

“Okay, let’s go. I really want to shift and I have never run with a werewolf before.” Tyler was excited, he wanted to turn and spent a good amount of time in his Hyde skin.

Wednesday nodded. “Let me go get my gear.”

“What gear?” Tyler asked.

“My dirt bike gear. It's how I follow the pack when I go on runs with them.” Wednesday said as her brother cheered.

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The werewolf compound sprawled across two hundred secluded acres of forested land, nestled just twenty minutes from the Addams family estate. Hidden deep within the dense trees and veiled in perpetual mist, the territory had belonged to the local lycanthrope clan for generations. The alpha of the pack, a towering and weathered man named Nirith Foster, was a distant cousin to the Addams lineage through Wednesday’s paternal grandmother, Sabrina Addams—an eccentric and sharp-eyed woman who had once run with the wolves herself in her youth.

Despite the Addamses’ macabre reputation, ties between the families had remained strong, forged long ago through blood, loyalty, and an appreciation for the strange. Gomez Addams, had maintained a warm friendship with Rowan and his kin, often exchanging letters, cigars, and dark-humored anecdotes. Over the years, the relationship between the two families had only grown. Wednesday herself had become something of an honorary pack member, often joining the wolves on nocturnal deer hunts through the thickets, her crossbow slung across her back and a glint of thrill in her eyes.

Pugsley, meanwhile, had found camaraderie among the younger werewolf boys. He was a familiar sight around the compound, especially after sunset, laughing and sparring with the other boys under the pale moonlight. It wasn’t unusual for him to stay overnight, joining their midnight howls and reveling in the rough-and-tumble world of lycan adolescence. It was likely Pugsley who had shared the news of Tyler with the pack. Given how rare Hydes were, the wolves must have been buzzing with curiosity and eager to encounter such a volatile anomaly in their midst—if only to size him up.

On the way to the compound, Wednesday’s phone buzzed with a message from Enid. She had texted a few cheerful photos of herself and Eugene, basking in the sun with their families in the British Virgin Islands. Enid's wide, bright smile almost concealed the lingering ache behind her eyes. Despite her breezy texts and insistence that she hadn’t been that serious about Ajax, Wednesday knew better. Enid had a tender, generous heart—too easily given, too easily bruised. Wednesday could only hope the island sun was helping her friend begin to heal.

As they passed through the rusted iron gates of the compound, the car rumbled down a gravel path that wound deep into the forest. At the very end stood a large, weather-worn building that resembled a converted warehouse—its windows shuttered and the scent of cedar smoke lingering in the air. Lurch guided the Addams family hearse to a halt beside it. With a creak and a groan, the three teens climbed out, their gear slung over their shoulders, eyes adjusting to the dim twilight.

While Wednesday and the others prepared to meet the pack, Lurch headed toward the main lodge, where he would likely spend the evening playing billiards with the elder werewolves. If Morticia and Gomez hadn’t been preoccupied with a houseguest, they would’ve come along, sipping aged whiskey and trading ghost stories with the clan as they had many times before.

Pugsley bumped fists with a tall, lanky boy standing beneath the rusting arch of the old warehouse entrance. The boy’s silhouette was all angles, crowned by a mess of wiry hair and oversized glasses that flashed under the flickering floodlight above the door. The damp air around them smelled like metal and pine, a strange blend of decay and wilderness.

“Pugsley, man, what took you so long?” the boy asked, voice bouncing with energy. “The guys are already deep in the woods.”

“I had to drag Tyler out of his comfort zone,” Pugsley said, nodding toward the figure hovering a step behind him. “Mitchel, meet Tyler. My sister’s... boyfriend.”

Mitchel’s grin widened. “Oh man, no way. Great to meet you!” He bumped fists with Tyler, who looked slightly overwhelmed. “The pack’s been buzzing—we caught your scent on the edge of the Addams estate last night. Daniel even caught a glimpse of you.”

Tyler gave an awkward shrug, smiling with a kind of boyish guilt. Wednesday, standing to the side, tilted her head slightly. So that’s where he’d gone the other night when he disappeared.

“Daniel startled me,” Tyler admitted. “So... I figured I’d come back and say hi properly.”

Mitchel laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, man. No secrets here—we’re all shifters. You’ll fit in fine.” Then he turned to Wednesday, his expression shifting. “How’s Nevermore treating you, Wednesday?”

“Dreadful,” she answered without blinking, her voice flat as black velvet.

Mitchel grinned, clearly unbothered. “Good to hear.” He gestured toward the back of the warehouse. “Come on. The bikes are prepped and waiting.”

They followed him across the echoing space, their footsteps bouncing off the concrete walls. At the far end, under buzzing fluorescent lights, stood a row of changing stalls, showers, and a line of dirt bikes—sleek, powerful machines, their frames gleaming faintly with oil and promise.

Tyler lingered near the seating area while Wednesday disappeared into the changing room. Mitchel tossed his jacket aside and disappeared into the night beyond the open loading bay, already shifting as he bounded into the woods.

Pugsley, always eager, emerged minutes later already geared up and sprinting toward his bike, his laughter trailing behind him. Tyler sat on a wooden bench and began removing his jacket and shoes, trying to shake off the nerves building in his chest.

Inside the changing room, Wednesday moved with quiet precision. She slipped into black riding pants striped with reflective white and zipped a matching jacket over her torso. She fastened her armored knee guards, adjusted her chest protector, and tugged on padded gloves. Last came the matte black helmet, which she held by her side as she stepped back out into the warehouse light.

Tyler’s eyes widened when he saw her. She looked like a gothic war angel.

“I’m starting to feel a little out of my depth here,” he admitted.

Wednesday’s dark eyes gleamed beneath her bangs. “Nonsense. I always go motocross racing when I visit the werewolf compound. They’ve got winding trails, steep drops, and even a freestyle arena.” Her voice softened, just slightly. “This summer, I was thinking we could camp at Yosemite. Take the bikes. Ride until we’re dust-covered and out of breath.”

That made Tyler smile—really smile. The idea that Wednesday was planning a future with him lit something warm inside him. He hesitated only a moment before slowly undressing. He stepped out of sight of the changing rooms, deeper into the vast open warehouse. As the last piece of clothing fell to the floor, he tilted his head back beneath the rafters and let the shift come.

Wednesday watched, quiet and still. She knew what was coming, but the transformation still filled her with an ancient kind of awe. Bones cracked like dry branches, skin split with the sound of tearing parchment, and sinew grew in thick cords over swelling limbs. The air grew dense with the raw scent of blood and change.

And then—he was there. Hyde.

He rose on broad, unfamiliar legs, his figure hulking yet uncertain. Still a juvenile, Tyler’s Hyde form was smaller than the monsters Wednesday had studied in her mother’s grimoire, but the signs were there: the heavy muscles, the looming frame, the potential for something vast and terrible. Horns had yet to emerge, but the shape of them lurked just beneath the surface of his thickening skull.

He stepped toward her, massive feet silent on the floor. His watery eyes locked on hers, filled with something fragile and wordless.

Wednesday didn’t flinch.

“Let’s go,” Wednesday said, ignoring the tremble in Hyde’s lower lip. She led him to the far end of the warehouse, where a room packed with dirt bikes waited. Without hesitation, she strapped on her helmet, climbed onto the bike with her name on it, and fired up the engine. The roar echoed as she revved out of the warehouse.

Hyde bolted after her, disappearing into the forest. Wednesday took off down a treacherous dirt trail, the sound of werewolves howling all around her. Growls and Hyde’s roar echoed through the trees—no doubt gearing up for a friendly brawl to test Tyler’s strength in Hyde form. Pushing her speed, she chased the chorus of feral sounds.

Pugsley waited up ahead. Wednesday raised a hand in greeting, and he responded with a fist pump before gunning his engine and launching over a line of rugged bumps. She followed, standing on the pedals as her bike caught air and slammed back down. Adrenaline surged through her. She lived for this kind of danger.

Somewhere along the trail, she lost sight of him. Veering off the dirt road, she plunged into the forest, riding over harsh, uneven terrain. The jolts were punishing, but her balance kept her steady. When she rejoined the path, she spotted the steep hill ahead and gunned the throttle.

She needed momentum—standing on the pegs, she rocketed up the incline, nearly cresting it when the engine sputtered. The rear wheel stalled, and suddenly she and the bike were airborne, flipping backward.

Thinking fast, Wednesday kicked off from the bike, curling her body as she hit the packed dirt and tumbled. Through the haze, she heard the metallic clatter of the bike following her down the slope. It was going to crush her.

A roar broke through the chaos. Metal clanged, and something massive caught her mid-roll—Hyde Tyler. She struggled to unstrap her helmet, already feeling him checking her over through their bond. Her back throbbed, but her gear had taken most of the impact. When she finally got the helmet off, she saw his worried, bulging eyes.

“I’m okay,” she murmured, and Hyde let out a low, relieved whine, pressing his broad face to hers.

Pugsley pulled up, laughing hysterically. He doubled over his bike, slapping the handlebars.

Wednesday glared at him. “Pugsley, you shithead. Did you mess with my bike?”

Hyde blinked in surprise.

“I can’t believe you fell for it!” Pugsley cackled. “Your name was just written on a piece of paper!”

Hyde growled, a low, furious sound that made Pugsley freeze.

“Whoa! Tyler, man, it was just a prank!” Pugsley stammered, backing up.

But Hyde stalked forward, the growl deepening. Wednesday could feel his anger humming through their bond. Suddenly, Hyde charged. Pugsley screamed and took off running, leaving his bike behind.

Wednesday followed the noise through the woods, tracking them to the river. She arrived just in time to see Pugsley zap Hyde with a jolt of electricity. Hyde shook it off with a thunderous roar, grabbed Pugsley around the torso with one huge hand, and dunked him in the water.

The river crackled with sparks as Pugsley fought back, electricity arcing around them. Hyde endured it, steam rising from his skin as he absorbed the magic. At last, he lifted a dazed, sputtering Pugsley and dropped him at Wednesday’s feet.

Pugsley vomited water, gasping for breath. Wednesday let a faint smile slip. Laughter echoed from nearby werewolves watching the scene unfold as Pugsley passed out cold in the dirt.

With the bike wrecked and her body aching, the night’s thrill was over. Hyde gave her a knowing look—he already understood they’d be walking home. A gray werewolf emerged from the trees.

“Mitchell, take care of Pugsley,” Wednesday ordered, just as Hyde knelt before her. She climbed onto his back, wrapping her arms around his thick neck. “Let’s go,” she whispered.

He nodded, then surged forward, bounding through the forest, nearly flying over the treetops. He moved faster than any bike, eating up the distance to the Addams estate in minutes. Wednesday clung to him, exhilarated.

She needed to join him on these midnight runs more often.

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Tyler in his Hyde form was covered in mud and plastered in dry leaves. Wednesday hosed him down with warm water and dish soap before he went into the house. She covered him in a large bathrobe as he shrunk down to his human form and passed him a pair of slippers. Wednesday left her shoes in the garage and divested of her outer layer of clothing before padding to the bedroom on her sock-covered feet. Tyler was exhausted. He climbed the stairs slowly from the garage into the main house and up to their bedroom where he collapsed face down on the bedding. 

Wednesday made her way to the bathroom where she flossed her teeth and brushed them clean, stripped naked and jumped into the shower. She was covered in sweat, her hair plastered to her scalp, and her fingernails caked in dirt. She was turning on the hot water when she heard the glass door open and Tyler stepped into the shower. He reached for the sponge and body washer, preparing it to help her bathe. Wednesday sighed, moaning as his large hands gently massaged her body, kneading the sore muscles with soapy water. 

The hot water ran murky, and she turned to help him bathe, sliding her soapy hand and sponge along his body. Teasing his nipples and groping his ass as he shampooed his hair. Wednesday rinsed off the sponge and shampooed her hair twice before wrapping it up with a conditioner and rinsing it off. 

Stepping out of the shower, she wrapped herself in a white towel and laid down another towel, sitting on the large divan in the bathroom with the body lotion in one hand. She was massaging body lotion on her legs when Tyler came out the shower stall to brush and floss his own teeth. He was strangely silent, and she was unable to see his face in the foggy mirror. Wednesday felt an odd undercurrent in their bond as he turned to face her.

His usually relaxed eyebrows were knitting together and his eyes flashed red, his green eyes almost pitch black. “Hello, kitten,” Hyde Tyler rasped, his normally smiling face now sporting a sinister expression. 

She glared, her hand tightening reflexively on the lotion bottle. “You waited for Tyler to be too tired to restrain you.” Wednesday scoffed, unable to keep the spike of arousal that overcame her as she looked at his naked body. Her vulva clenched and grew wet at the sight of his erection.

Hyde Tyler inhaled and smirked at her as he came closer and Wednesday felt trapped. “Weak Tyler likes to keep you all to himself. It’s not fair, you are also my woman.” He was stalking her, the divan was pressed into a corner room and he was blocking her exit into the bedroom. “He thought about it and realized just how much you liked all I did to you. So we made a deal, I don’t hurt you and I get to come out and play with your little pussy.”

“You are shithead.” Wednesday growled still angry at their last meeting. She glared at him with such venom that if it wasn’t because he could feel her arousal through their bond, he would think she hated him.

“Is the little kitten still angry that I tickled her ass?” Hyde Tyler asked and lunged at her, Wednesday threw the bottle of lotion at his head before punching him in the face but he barely moved. His hands caught her wrist and pinned her down on the divan. Arousal made her heart raced in her chest, a fevered heat inflamed her body. 

“I promise to be nicer this time.” Hyde Tyler growled as he wrestled with her briefly before forcing her legs apart with his own, his fully erect cock bouncing with their movements. He wasn’t holding her hard enough for her to not run away, he was much stronger and could easily hold her down, this wrestling on his part was just play.

“Fuck you,” Wednesday growled as she took advantage of his laxed grip and slapped him across the face.

Hyde Tyler groaned in sexual satisfaction. “That’s right, kittten, hit me harder.” He said as he smiled down at her and grunted when she smacked him with the reversed side of her hand. 

“Putting your finger up my ass without permission was a dickhead move on your part.” Wednesday spat with venom in her voice and this time smacked him hard enough that she split his slip.

Hyde Tyler grimaced, his tongue slipping out to lick against his abused lip. “You are just angry at me because you liked it.” He said and caught her hand before Wednesday could punch him again. “I saved you from the dirt bike harming you and chased your brother until he fainted for that prank he pulled. Doesn’t it count for something?”

“Apologize, you shithead.” Wednesday growled struggling in his grip. “You ruined my orgasm with that bullshit you pulled on me.”

Hyde Tyler bared his teeth in annoyance. “Fine, I’m fucking sorry!”

“Not good enough!” Wednesday barked.

“I’m fucking sorry.” Hyde Tyler growled in frustration, this time remorse bled into their bond. “I won’t do it again.” He vowed and Wednesday believed him.

She grew still underneath him, Hyde Tyler still held down her wrist, his erection pressing against her wet vulva.  Hyde Tyler’s eyes perused her nude body slowly staring at her breast and nipples. “Get on your knees and apologize.” Wednesday commanded in a sensual voice.

Hyde Tyler smirked and slowly let go of her wrist, retreating to get on his knees. His hands cupped her breast and lightly pinched her nipples, the feeling of arousal traveling all the way to her clit. He knelt in between her legs, his hands spreading her legs apart. “Daddy is sorry.” Hyde Tyler said as he kissed her inner thigh in a wet suckling kiss. “Forgive daddy, kitten.”

Wednesday breath hitched in her throat, his dark eyes flashing red as he bit her skin, his hands massaging her legs. Hyde Tyler gently kissed down her belly and lightly played with her belly button as she sobbed in anticipation, spreading her legs for his hungry lips. She was aching for his lips and tongue on her vulva. 

“Sweet kitten,” Hyde Tyler whispered before his tongue slipped out and parted her nether lips in one hot, wet stroke that had her toes curling.

“Suck on my clit,” Wednesday sobbed as Hyde Tyler firmly stroked her swollen nub with his wet tongue making her arch her back. He groaned against her pussy, suckling one lip and then the other slowly before flicking his tongue over the entrance, his tongue savouring her nectar. 

Hyde Tyler’s hands caressed her legs as he took his time savouring her sweet pussy. Making her gasped out and sob in pleasure as he closed his lips over her swollen nub and suckled her to a screaming orgasm. He pulled back the hood and suckled her clitoris directly, his tongue lashing at her glands. Wednesday trashed, her breath coming in short pants as she orgasm again, her spine arching in pleasure.

The need to be penetrated was overwhelming, she aching, her walls had clenched down during orgasm making her need worse and not better. “You are going to squirt on daddy’s cock this time,” Hyde Tyler said as he rose on his feet and climbed into the divan in between her spread legs pressing his chest to her own.

Wednesday pressed her lips to his own in a heated kiss. Their breath mingled together as they opened their mouths and their tongues brushed. Hyde Tyler groaned into the kiss. Wednesday’s breath came in heavier as his hands moved up and down her sides in firm strokes. Snaking her hands around his shoulders and sinking her fingers into his silky hair. Wednesday kissed him back with fervour, her nipples turning into stiff, aching points and wet heat gathering between her legs.  

“Fuck me,” Wednesday whispered as he kissed her jaw and bite down lightly on her earlobe. “My pussy needs dick now.”

“Daddy is going to give you all the dick you need,” Hyde Tyler whispered into her ear, and she shivered in excitement at the passion in his voice.

Wednesday stroked his shoulders and smiled as he rubbed their cheeks together before catching her lips in a wet kiss. His hands fondled her breast, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, making her moan.

He kissed her shoulders, lightly nipping her skin and rubbing his nose on her nipples before suckling one into his mouth. Wednesday’s legs wrapped around his hips, and she gasped out as he rocked his hard cock in between her legs.

Hyde Tyler suckled her nipples slowly, his lips a wet caress as his hands stroked her thighs sensually and Wednesday gasped out. “I need dick,” She begged as he switched from one breast to the other and firmly rocked his hard dick into her wet pussy. “Put it in me now.”

Bracing himself above her, Hyde Tyler rocked his hips, grinding his hard cock into her aching vulva and teasing her clit with the head of his dick. “Yeah? You want daddy’s dick?”

Wednesday arched into him, her hands sliding down his torso and up to caressed his nipples. It was difficult to hold onto her anger when she was so painfully aroused, her vulva clenching in anticipation. “I want daddy’s dick so bad.” She babbled, arousal building up in her like a fever.

“You are making daddy so happy with this wet pussy.”  Hyde Tyler said and reached down to grasp his wet dick and pressed the broad head into her vaginal canal. His black eyes stared into her own as he rolled his hips and stretched her walls. “So wet and tight.” He groaned and sank into her tight pussy. 

Wednesday gasped, her mouth falling open. “Fuuuck.” She gasped as he pressed his dick to the hilt inside her, his pubic bone pressing against her engorged clitoris. “I’m gonna cum.”

Hyde Tyler smirked and started rolling his hips, his dick stretching her open and his pubic bone pressing down on her clit. “Daddy is going to make his babygirl cum on his dick.” He rasped as started grinding into her roughly, simply pressing his dick inside her and rubbing against her clit.

Wednesday strained against him, her toes curling as she felt and orgasm washing over. “Fuck, Tyler, fuuuck.” She gasped out as he started thrusting roughly into her pussy, the glands of his dick stimulating her g spot. Her eyes closed tightly and moans poured from her lips as he stretched her pussy every time he rolled his hips and later thrusted forward. Hyde Tyler stroked her into a second orgasm that had Wednesday sobbing and screaming when he pinched her nipples. 

“Such a good girl, so eager for my dick. So needy.” Hyde Tyler whispered in a rough voice. “I’m gonna make you squirt on my dick.”

“Oh, please, daddy, please.” Wednesday was beyond caring how ridiculous she sounded, he was stroking a fire in her body with his large dick. She could feel him all the way into her stomach and she squealed as he changed angle, canting his hips and thrusting upwards. The head of his cock stimulating her g spot directly.

“Play with your clit, babygirl.” Hyde Tyler instructed, grabbing one of her hands and bringing it up to his mouth to suck on her fingers before pressing them down on her clit. “Daddy wants to see you cum on his dick.”

Wednesday eagerly pressed her fingers against her clit, her digits slipping wetly over the glands and speeding up roughly. Hyde Tyler jackhammered into her, his dick stretching her open deliciously, heat coiling in her gut as he groaned and moaned. “Yeah, baby, cum on daddy’s dick.” Hyde Tyler ordered and Wednesday gasped, sobbing, as her body obeyed.

Wednesday sobbed, screaming, as she squirted on his dick, her fingers slipping wetly on her clit prolonging the orgasm. “Fuuuck, daddyyy, fuuucckk.” She hissed as he drilled his hard dick into her pussy, tears slipping out of her eyes.

Hyde Tyler grunted, huffing and puffing as he pounded into her tight, wet pussy. “Oh, babygirl, I’m coming.” He gasped out as he trusted jerkily into her, his body going rigid in orgasm, groaning loudly as he spurted inside her body. “Oh, daddy is gonna fill you up.” Wednesday moaned as he slammed into her in the throes of his climax before collapsing into her waiting arms, nuzzling her cheek.

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The first sensation was the dull, throbbing protest behind Wednesday’s eyes, a jarring counterpoint to the usual stillness of her mornings. A heavy, unfamiliar warmth clung to her, the remnants of a sleep deeper and less guarded than she typically allowed. Disoriented, she registered the soft, rhythmic breathing beside her, a sound that, while increasingly familiar, still held a certain… novelty.

Tyler stirred beside her, a tangle of dark curls against the stark white pillowcase. His face, usually sharp and alert, was softened in sleep, a vulnerability she rarely witnessed. For a fleeting moment, a strange, almost unfamiliar protectiveness flickered within her.

Wednesday's fingers caressed his pectorals, pinching his nipple, and gently traced his abdominal muscles. She swirled her finger into his belly button and then followed the light dusting of golden hair to erect penis. Pumping gently, she then rolled his testes in her hand, squeezing them softly. Tyler groaned and stretched, he was waking up. Wednesday positioned herself in between his spread legs and taking hold of his penis, she rolled back his foreskin to expose the soft, wet glands of the head. 

Opening her mouth, she licked at the head of his penis with a stiff tongue. Firmly licking the slit at the head of his penis and pumping him into a full erection. Tyler groaned, coming awake and looking down at her, their eyes meeting as she closed her lips over his dick and hollowed out her cheeks, sucking on his penis.

“Oh, fuuuck,” Tyler groaned as he blinked sleep from his eyes. 

Wednesday sucked on his erect penis loudly. The wet sound of her lips and tongue working over his dick filling up the otherwise quiet bedroom. She drool liberally over his hard dick, the hand that was pumping him becoming slippery as she tried to swallow as much as she could before coming up for air. Pumping him faster into a frenzy that made Tyler choked on his moans.

“Yeah, babygirl, just like that,” He moaned out when she sucked one of his testes into her mouth. Wetting her lips with saliva, she licked a path with her firm tongue from his testes to the tip of his dick, pressing firmly on the vein in the underside of his penis. Tyler arched his spine  and pressed a hand to his face as she repeatedly slid her lips and tongue on the underside of his cock before swallowing his cock as far as she could take him. 

Her vulva was pulsing, wet from arousal, as she pumped his cock in her hand and went back to sucking on his balls. Precum was leaking profusely from his cock, his dick hard, the foreskin pulled back to reveal the prominent glands on the head of his cock that she liked riding so much. “Suck on daddy’s dick, babygirl,” Tyler said, guiding her back to his dick and feeding into her waiting mouth. She sucked on him hungrily, the feel of his dick on her mouth, his taste in her tongue, a powerful aphrodisiac. 

Wednesday would have sucked him into orgasm but her pussy was wet and aching for him. Letting go, she sat up and straddled his hips, she wanted to ride his dick. Positioning his dick at her vulva, she pressed down and he slipped inside her easily, her muscle relaxing to accept his large cock. Wednesday moaned, her eyes closing in bliss as she sat on his dick.

“Oh, babygirl, bounce on daddy’s dick,” Tyler said, putting his hands on her hips and encouraging her to slide up and down on his dick. 

Wednesday rolled her hips and placed her hands on his chest, her thumbs playing with his nipples. She looked into his green eyes, his sleep tousled hair, his red lips from arousal. Tyler was such a handsome man, she should have jumped on his dick sooner. Wednesday rode him eagerly, gasping as she felt one of his hands reaching out to pinched one of her nipples. 

“Oh, daddy,” She groaned as he sat up, pushing his thick, hard dick deeper into her. Tyler pressed a hand to her lower back, making her arch her spine, his hungry lips mouthing her nipples, his tongue flicking at the sensitive peaks. She rocked against him, their pelvises rubbing together and she felt heat coiling in her gut as an orgasm approached.

Tyler suckled her nipples hungrily, lightly biting them into his mouth as he took hold of her hips and encouraged her to bounce up and down on his dick. Wednesday squealed, moaning, and sobbing as she came, her walls camping down on his dick and making him groan against her breast. Her movements ceased as she calmed from her orgasm and Tyler let go of her, reclining back on the bed.

“Sit on your hunches, babygirl,” Tyler breathed as he raised his legs and braced her back against them. 

Wednesday sat on his lap, wincing slightly as she leaned back and raised her legs, the angle drove his large dick deeper. Tyler helped her get into a comfortable position before licking his thumb and placing it against her clit, enjoying the sight of his dick disappearing inside her wet pussy. His thumb flicked on her clit and Wednesday sobbed, her legs shaking, as she started sliding up and down his dick.

Tyler thrusted into her slowly and Wednesday rolled her hips, enjoying the ridges of the glands on his dick stimulating her slippery vaginal walls. His thumb flicked her engorged clitoris, focusing on the underside of her clit and Wednesday sobbed in anticipation. She rocked into, maddened with lust, her pussy aching for release as he drove her into a powerful orgasm that had her squirting on his cock.

“Yes, daddy, yes,” Wednesday gasped out as she rocked into her orgasm.

Tyler groaned her vaginal walls clamping down on his dick, the wetness of her squirt making it easier for him to thrust upwards. He climaxed inside her in hot spurts, his come filling her up and the wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh making him moaned out in satisfaction. Arching his back, Wednesday squealed as he drove his dick deeper before settling back into the bed. His eyes closed, his mouth open as he gasped out for air. 

Wednesday leaned forward, pressing her cheek into his sweaty chest. She hummed as she felt his hands coming up to massage her glutes, kneading them in his large hands. Her thumbs played with one of his soft nipples and she rubbed her cheek against his pectoral. Tyler combed his fingers through her soft hair.

“I was going to ask how you felt about last night but I think I got my answer.” He said as he rolled Wednesday underneath him, his cock slipping out of her body.

“I don’t mind if you switch back and forth during sex.” Wednesday whispered, her voice slurring after such a strong orgasm.

Tyler smiled and rose above her on his knees to check her back for bruises. He winced when he saw a purple bruise in her lower back. “Does it hurt?” He asked.

“No, it will heal in a day or two.” Wednesday yawned and sighing as she stretched before rolling away from him and standing up from the bed to use the bathroom. She was shocked at the sight of herself in the mirror, the sparkle in her eyes and mused hair was nothing compared to the radiance in her aura. 

The glow of magic flashed in her eyes. It was most likely the deepening of the bond with Tyler. A lovers bond took at least a year to form, at least a year worth of trust building exercises. But theirs was hitching a ride on the friendship bond they had shared since childhood. Turning red at the edges almost as soon as they started their sexual relationship. 

Wednesday flossed her teeth and brushed her teeth before attempting to tame her wild hair. Finally, after fighting with some knots in her hair and smoothing some hair oil, she managed to braid her hair and then she used the flat iron to style her bangs. Tyler, dressed in his pajamas, walked into the bathroom with her black satin kimono robe in one hand and her phone on the other. 

“It’s been ringing with text for a while.” He explained as she slipped on the robe and took her phone.

Checking her phone, Wednesday’s lips curled into a tiny smile. “Mother informs me that Granny Frump will be arriving for lunch. She asked that you please wear your suit again.”

Before a tall, antique mirror, Wednesday’s fingers deftly worked the knot of a black silk tie. Tyler stood before her, unusually quiet, his hands fidgeting at his sides. The crisp white collar of his shirt stood out starkly against the somber hues of the Addams decor.

“You’re fidgeting,” she said flatly, pulling the knot tight with expert precision. “Stop that.”

“I’m not used to wearing ties,” Tyler muttered.

“You’ll get used to discomfort,” she said. “It’s part of being close to me.”

A soft chuckle escaped him as he watched her hands—calm, precise, almost ritualistic in their movements.

“You’re really good at this,” he murmured.

“My father insists on a properly tied noose for formal occasions,” Wednesday said dryly. “I learned when I was seven.”

With a final tug, she stepped back, studying him with a critical tilt of her head. Behind her, candlelight flickered, carving angular shadows across her pale features. Tyler drove them to the main house, and they entered, once again, through the garage. A cacophony of voices spilled from within, Fester’s booming laughter punctuated by Pugsley’s amused snorts.

Granny Frump, a wizened woman hunched with age, her frizzy hair escaping in wisps, wore a purple shawl over a black dress reminiscent of a Victorian frock, adorned with jewelry that resembled coiling snakes. She looked up from her plate as Wednesday entered, Tyler trailing slightly behind, and a knowing smile spread across her face.

“Ah,” Granny Frump said, voice gravelly and amused. “Here comes trouble.”

Pugsley grinned, and Fester shrugged, a gleam of crazed mirth widening his eyes. Morticia’s purple lips curved into a subtle smile, and Gomez beamed, his delight radiating. Wednesday motioned with one hand towards Tyler, who stood straighter beside her. “Granny Frump, this is Tyler. He’s my… boyfriend.”

Granny’s eyebrows disappeared into her hat. “Boyfriend,” she echoed. “You brought a boyfriend to lunch. And he’s still breathing. Progress!”

Tyler offered a handshake. “It’s nice to meet you, ma’am.”

Granny took his hand and held it a second longer than necessary, her thumb brushing over his pulse. “Oh, my dear boy…” she murmured, eyes narrowing. “There’s a shadow around you.”

Tyler flinched slightly. Wednesday just watched, intrigued.

“You remind me of Theodore, your grandfather. He was also blonde and handsome. When Agatha met him that day in the English countryside, riding her Thunderbolt, she said she felt a fire in her blood.” Granny Frump’s shrewd gaze flicked to Wednesday, who shifted almost imperceptibly. “Agatha had dreamt of him before their meeting. Not as a man—but as a Hyde. Fanged. Ferocious. Eyes like polished coal. He stalked her through her dreams for weeks. She thought it a warning.”

“And it wasn’t?” Wednesday asked, folding her arms.

“Oh, it was. A warning about destiny,” Granny Frump said proudly.

Tyler shifted uncomfortably. Gomez grinned. Morticia looked oddly proud. Granny Frump’s gaze moved from Tyler to Wednesday. “You two have shadows. That’s good. Strong love never blooms in the light.”

Morticia sighed dreamily. “Romantic,” she purred, and Gomez kissed her hand without prompting.

“Revolting,” Pugsley complained. “I want to have lunch already.”

Tyler smiled at Pugsley, and the boy blanched. “Hey, Pugsley, how are you doing from last night?”

Pugsley laughed nervously. “You almost drowned me, and I can’t believe you took the full intensity of my lightning.”

Fester’s eyes widened with intrigue. “The full voltage?” he asked, just as his sister-in-law, Morticia, offered a knowing smile. Gomez’s face split into a delighted grin.

“All 80 volts. Repeatedly,” Pugsley complained. “And he wouldn’t let go.”

“I was very angry,” Tyler apologized, pulling out a chair for Wednesday before settling into the one beside her.

A surge of pride resonated within Wednesday. While other shifters flinched and fled from Pugsley’s deadly lightning—she herself had lately resorted to wearing rubber gloves—Tyler had faced it head-on and emerged victorious.

Outside, the wind howled through the trees like a banshee choir, while inside, every candle flame danced with anticipation. The mansion was draped for Saturnalia in the Addams’ singular style: thorny wreaths, flickering black candles, and garlands of ivy, bone, and shadow snaking through the wrought-iron banisters. A chill draft whispered through the foyer as Lurch opened the great wooden door to a knock that resonated like a tolling bell.

Perched on the staircase like a gargoyle draped in silk, Wednesday observed the Saturnalia chaos unfolding below. The air was thick with the scent of candle wax, ancient herbs, and a faint, intriguing char. Definitely Fester, she mused.

The front doors creaked open, admitting the Itt family: Cousin Itt himself, a bouncing vortex of glossy hair and unintelligible squeaks; Margaret, trailing behind him like a giddy cult devotee; and their child, Cousin Whattt.

The baby, Cousin Whattt, was… substantial. Fuzzier than Wednesday recalled. Its eyes blinked with unsettling independence, and its cooing resonated at a frequency that made the windowpanes hum almost imperceptibly. Excellent. The kid might destroy something tonight. Or someone.

Morticia, a wraith in velvet, descended the staircase, her arms outstretched in eerie welcome. Gomez appeared engulfing Itt in a whirlwind of flamboyant hand gestures, nonsensical syllables, and dramatic bows. The foyer dissolved into a chaotic ballet of greetings, cryptic jokes, and threats veiled as affection.

Wednesday remained perfectly still, a silent observer until the opportune moment. She waited until all eyes were upon her again—Pugsley, already envisioning Cousin Whattt as ammunition for his slingshot; Fester, expounding on the finer points of hollyberry poisonings; Thing, offering Itt a high-five, a sprig of mistletoe taped precariously to his pinky.

Then she stepped forward, one pale hand gesturing behind her. “This is Tyler,” she said, her tone as flat as the grave. “My boyfriend.”

A hush fell. Even Whattt blinked in unison.

Tyler offered an awkward wave, clad in one of the suits Gomez had enthusiastically procured for him. His glossy curls seemed to vibrate with the unmistakable black aura of the Hyde that clung to him. This is… different, he thought, a nervous knot tightening in his stomach. “Hi. Uh… happy Saturnalia?” he offered weakly.

Cousin Itt chattered something that made Margaret chuckle darkly. “He says Tyler makes a lovely offering of terror.”

Wednesday tilted her head. “He does. On good days.”

Margaret leaned forward. “You must be Françoise Sylvanne’s son.”

Tyler blinked. “I…am.”

“He tried to drown me in the river and took shots of electricity at eighty volts, repeatedly,” Pugsley chimed, a hint of admiration in his voice. Tyler blushed, a flush creeping up his neck. Wednesday almost smiled, a subtle twitch at the corner of her lips.

A murmur of approval rippled through the assembled family. Fester beamed. Gomez clapped Tyler heartily on the back, as if inducting him into the Addams family cult of the strange.

Cousin Itt chattered excitedly, and his wife smiled. “He says you will fit right in with the family, dear.”

Candlelight flooded the Addams family dining hall, casting shadows that danced across the stone walls like echoes of forgotten rituals. In the corner hearth, pine and clove smoldered, their sharp, earthy scent weaving through the air. The long, velvet-draped table exuded dark elegance: pewter dishes, iron cutlery, and jet-black goblets filled with storm-colored juice pressed from a fruit whose origins remained deliberately obscure.

Wednesday sat in her usual place at the table, a sharp silhouette in black lace and velvet. To her left, sat Tyler. Cousin Itt sat beside him, with his wife Margaret and their son, Cousin Whattt, in a high chair.

The food was both extravagant and unsettling. Crisp-skinned duck confit glistened beside charred ratatouille, its colors strangely vibrant against the monochrome backdrop. Delicate gratin dauphinois were shaped like miniature gravestones, and a towering croquembouche was adorned with spun sugar resembling intricate cobwebs.

Tyler had just attempted to politely nibble on a piece of pâté when Thing, ever the opportunist, scuttled onto the table and snatched the toast right off his plate.

“Hey!” Tyler yelped, jerking back, the metallic tang of fear briefly coating his tongue.

Thing gave him a jaunty finger-salute before skittering away with the stolen bite, vanishing behind a centerpiece of sculpted butter gargoyles.

Wednesday raised an eyebrow, mildly impressed. “You shouldn’t let him sense fear. He feeds on it.”

“I thought he fed on toast,” Tyler muttered, wiping his hand with a black napkin embroidered with bones. The velvet felt strangely soft against his skin.

“Both.”

A hoarse cackle erupted from Granny Frump at the other end of the table as Pugsley, sporting a chef’s hat of dubious origin, launched a snail across the room with a spoon. Fester, meanwhile, regaled them with a tale of fleeing assassins in Louisiana, his escape involving a bayou, alligators, and a surprising consumption of leeches. The table erupted in laughter, punctuated by Cousin Itt’s squeaking giggles.

Tyler chuckled and reached for the steamed vegetable tray. This time, Thing popped up from under the table, knocked the tart from his hand, and smacked him lightly on the cheek before retreating.

“Okay, seriously, what did I do to him?” Tyler asked, turning to Wednesday in frustration.

“You charmed Willow, the cat, and the pitbulls too. Thing is a jealous appendage. He would snuggle with her and the kittens all the time,” she said, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Tyler gave a sigh that was almost a laugh, rubbing his temples. “Right. Makes perfect sense.” This family…

“He’s just testing your reflexes,” Wednesday added. “Or marking you for possession. Either way, it’s very traditional.”

At the head of the table, Gomez stood dramatically, arms wide, laurel crown tilting. “Let the feast of reversals continue! Let gluttony be virtue and dignity be discarded like napkins at a pie fight!”

“Io Saturnalia!” the family howled, banging silverware.

Lurch began a slow, deliberate rendition of Claire de Lune on the grand piano, the melody somehow imbued with an undercurrent of menace. Thing reappeared between them, placing a new tart on Tyler’s plate like a peace offering. Tyler eyed it suspiciously.

“I don’t trust this,” he said.

“You’re learning,” Wednesday murmured, just the faintest hint of approval in her voice.

As Lurch's threatening rendition of "Claire de Lune" faded, the entire Addams clan, Tyler included, migrated to the kitchen. The shift was seamless, a natural progression from unsettling music to unsettling ritual. The kitchen, far from being a place of domestic normalcy, was transformed into a makeshift divination chamber. Black candles, their flames casting elongated, dancing shadows on the tiled walls, formed a makeshift circle on the large, stone countertop. The air hung thick with the cloying scent of burnt pine from the hearth mingling with the increasingly pungent aroma of… fish guts.

Granny Frump, her eyes gleaming with an almost feverish intensity, presided over the scene. She was a whirlwind of wrinkled hands and gravelly pronouncements, meticulously arranging the glistening entrails on a cracked porcelain plate. Her pronouncements were dramatic, delivered in a theatrical whisper that somehow carried over the howling wind rattling the windowpanes outside.

"The deeps stir!" she croaked, her gaze fixed on a particularly iridescent piece of intestine. "Evil swims in the unseen currents! Beware the cold embrace of the aquatic ones!"

Suddenly, a black candle sputtered and flared, sending a shower of dark sparks into the air, mirroring the ominous pronouncements. A shout of horror fell from her lips.

“Beware Baphomet! He rises from the sea. Beware of the crack of thunder at night and the whip of the hunter!”

The wind outside seemed to respond in kind, rising to a mournful howl that rattled the very foundations of the mansion. Pugsley watched with wide-eyed glee, while Fester leaned closer, his face illuminated by the flickering candlelight, a look of rapturous fascination on his face. Morticia and Gomez exchanged a knowing glance. Even Cousin Itt seemed to vibrate with a heightened sense of unease.

Tyler, standing slightly behind Wednesday, his initial amusement slowly giving way to a prickle of genuine unease, leaned in and whispered, his voice barely audible above the wind. “Is she… accurate?”

Wednesday, her gaze fixed on her Granny, a flicker of something unreadable in her dark eyes, murmured a typically ambiguous reply. “Sometimes.”

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A week later….

Lurch drove Wednesday and Tyler, with Thing asleep in her backpack, in the middle of the night to the airport where they boarded the family's private jet. The six hour flight from New Jersey to Vermont was spent sleeping in the large bed to the back of the private jet. Tyler spooned around Wednesday in his underwear, his hand up her blouse massaging her breast as they fell into deep slumber, their psychic bond pulsing.

Tyler’s phone buzzed with the alarm he had set up an hour before landing and they dressed. The flight attendant served them coffee and breakfast. The nearer they got to Jericho, the more foreboding Wednesday felt. She had packed all her magical knives and crossbow, her brain already devising plans on how to keep them on her person at all times. Fester had promised Wednesday he would be close at hand, lurking in the shadows. 

The familiar sight of Tyler’s red car waiting for them on the tarmac greeted them as they disembarked the place. Loading their luggage on the trunk of the car, Wednesday said her goodbyes to the Captains and flight attendant before they drove off to Jericho. 

“Do you want to go to Nevermore or swing by my house?” Tyler asked. The Galpin house was on the outskirts of the town backing into state land. Something which Wednesday appreciated a lot, as it connected to Nevermore school grounds and she could conceivably trek through the forest to or from the school in less than twenty minutes.

“I don’t want to be reminded of my impending incarceration. Let’s go to your house.” Wednesday said. 

Tyler parked on his driveway and Wednesday stepped out onto the cracked pavement, boots landing softly in a patch of slush. The wind clawed at the corners of her coat, bringing with it the faint scent of pine, wood smoke… and something metallic. Something sharp.

Tyler emerged from the driver’s side, his brow furrowed the way it always was when he felt something he couldn’t explain. He inhaled, and Wednesday felt the magic of the Hyde gathering around his person.

“Feels emptier than usual,” he said, voice low as he scanned the quiet houses on the street with their shutters closed. “Even for this side of town.”

Wednesday didn’t respond right away. She was already watching the woods beyond the hill, where the trees stood like silent sentries.

“It’s not empty,” she said finally. “It’s watching.”

Tyler saw a curtain parting two houses down, Mrs, Monroe, a wizened old woman who had retired from teaching at Jericho High watched them for a moment before limping out on her porch. Tyler greeted her, he would shovel the old lady’s driveway and remember her being good friends with his mother. Mrs. Monroe had fallen inside her home during the winter and Tyler, who would knock on her door every day to check on her, found her and called the paramedics; she now used a cane to get around after a lengthy stay at the hospital.

“Good morning, Mrs Monroe.” Tyler greeted and walked down the road to her house. Wednesday followed him reflexively.

“Tyler, dear boy.” Mrs. Monroe greeted as he came up the porch. 

“How is everything around town?” Tyler asked.

“Dreadful, you must be on your guard.” The old lady eyed Wednesday as she approached.

Tyler turned around and immediately introduced Wednesday. “Mrs. Monroe, this is my girlfriend, Wednesday Addams.”

“Mrs. Monroe.” Wednesday said in a way of greeting, nodding her head.

“Nice to meet you, young lady. Are by any chance Gomez and Morticia your parents?” Mrs. Monroe asked.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Wednesday answer.

“I knew your parents, Gomez and Morticia, as teenagers. Both lovely kids.” Mrs. Monroe gave a thin smile, her eyes narrowing slightly in the way people’s eyes do when they think they’ve seen someone in a dream or a warning. She clutched her shawl a little tighter.

“You be careful, both of you. The forest’s been louder than usual. And there’s a ranger’s truck parked just down the hill. Something about a missing child.” Her voice cracked on the last word. “Sweet little thing. Went out walking yesterday and never came home.”

Tyler and Wednesday exchanged a glance. The metallic scent was still on the wind, stronger now. Tyler felt the Hyde within him twitch like a muscle memory, ancient and instinctive. Wednesday’s eyes darkened.

“Where was she last seen?” Wednesday asked.

Mrs. Monroe pointed with a crooked finger toward the ridge where the forest thickened.

“Near the old fire trail. They say she was with her dog. Dog came back. She didn’t.” Mrs. Monroe shook her head. “It’s happening again. The tragedy that befell this town thirty years ago has come back.”

“What happened?” Wednesday was intrigued, old people sometimes told tales that were not written in books or documented in other ways.

“Children went missing, hikers found hacked to pieces. Everyone blamed Nevermore, they said the werewolf got the hikers and the vampires ate the children. Tyler, your father was charged with the investigation, it's how he met dear Fran.”

Colour her surprise, her parents had been involved in a great deal of many mysteries during their time at Nevermore.

“Whatever killed those people also got to the Gates family. All dead, darling Garret was poisoned and his father, Ansel, was torn to pieces. His wife chanced upon his dead body. It drove her mad, she hung herself from grief. Sweet Laurel was sent away to live with a distant relative in England.”

“A true tragedy.” Wednesday whispered, her brain already latching on the names. She loved a good mystery, especially when dismembered body parts were involved.

“Mrs. Monroe, I will be going into town to speak to my dad, would you like me to bring you groceries?” Tyler asked.

“Oh, what a dear.” Mrs. Monroe said, she smiled at Tyler. “Let go get you the list and money, dear boy.” She returned promptly and thanked Tyler profusely, waving at the young couple as they drove into town.

The town of Jericho hadn’t changed much in two weeks, though Wednesday Addams could tell something was wrong before the car even came to a stop. The stillness was too precise. A kind of tension hung over the snow-dusted streets, like the whole town had drawn in a breath and forgotten how to let it go.

A loose sheet of paper flapped against a telephone pole. She walked over, pulled it free, and studied the flyer. Two hikers—young, smiling, vaguely athletic in that painfully naive way. Missing since December 28th. The words were stamped below their photos like a warning label.

Tyler glanced over her shoulder.

“That’s near Raven’s Hollow,” he murmured. “Same trail that other hiker disappeared on last year.”

Wednesday didn’t nod. She didn’t need to. The coincidence was too neat. Too lazy to be chance.

“Nature doesn’t tend to repeat itself unless something's forcing it to,” she said.

A voice—familiar, weary—cut through the quiet.

“You two picked a hell of a time to come home.”

Sheriff Galpin’s boots crunched over the snow as he approached, coat pulled tight against the cold. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, which only made Wednesday like him slightly more.

“Three gone now,” he said. “Same trail. No signs of an attack. No blood. Just… gone.”

Tyler’s jaw tightened. “You think it’s human?”

“I don’t know what to think,” his father replied, voice low. “But people are scared. And when the woods go quiet out here, it usually means something's waiting.”

Wednesday tilted her head, listening. He was right. No birds. No wind through the branches. Just the long, hollow silence of something holding its breath.

“Good,” she said softly. “I was afraid this place would be boring.”

“It’s going to be boring for you, young lady. Nevermore is on lockdown and so is Jericho High.” Donovan groused. “Tyler, I want you to watch yourself.”

Wednesday turned to Tyler. “You are thinking of going to investigate aren’t you?”

Tyler chuckled in surprise and Donovan glared at them both. “I forbid any strange investigations.”

“But, dad, I have to shift every now and then.” Tyler complained.

“Fine. But don’t go wandering. You don’t know what beast is stalking the forest.” Donovan said and walked away back to the police station.

Wednesday rolled her eyes, it was so obvious Donovan had no clue just what it would take to bring down Tyler. “Let’s go grocery shopping for the old lady.” She said as her phone pinged with text messages. It was Enid, her plane had landed at the airport and she was eager to see Wednesday.

“Okay.” Tyler said and they crossed the street to the grocery store.

The dim glow of a desk lamp flickered over the cluttered dorm room, casting long shadows on the walls. Wednesday sat on her bed, legs crossed, her posture unnervingly still. The room was silent except for the soft rustle of pages as she flipped through a book, one eyebrow raised in mild disdain. Her mind, however, was far from the contents of the pages.

Across the room, Enid was sprawled on the floor, scribbling into a notebook, the vibrant colors of her pens a stark contrast to the room’s dim ambiance. She was humming softly, a few notes that seemed more to calm her than anything else. The stress of the day’s events—the missing hikers, the strange pull in the air—lingered between them, unspoken but heavy.

Enid broke the silence, her voice suddenly light. “You know, I’ve been thinking.”

Wednesday didn’t look up from her book. “That’s dangerous.”

Enid snickered, but she pressed on, unfazed. “About Ajax.”

At the mention of his name, Wednesday’s fingers tightened ever so slightly around the spine of her book. She forced herself to keep her voice even. “Why? Are you planning to start another emotional excavation?”

Enid shifted, rolling onto her back and staring up at the ceiling. “Not really. I just… I think he was right in everything he said. How I would put Eugene first or it would be you. How he got the short end of the stick. Ajax was right, I was emotionally strung out with Eugene and then taking care of you.”

Wednesday glanced up, just enough to catch the slight smile playing at Enid’s lips. It wasn’t one of her usual bright grins, but something quieter—more thoughtful.

“Then why does it still bother you?” Wednesday asked, setting her book aside. Her tone was blunt, but her eyes were sharp. She knew Enid well enough to see through the optimism.

Enid sighed, pushing herself into a seated position. “ I suppose I need to stop being a people pleaser and think about myself for a change and who I really want around me. I need to focus on Eugene, his powers still have at least a year to stabilize and I want to move past the awful sight of seeing that girl coming out of Ajax room.”

Wednesday tilted her head, considering. For a brief moment, something akin to admiration flickered across her face, though it was gone before Enid could notice.

“Self-preservation is more effective than you think,” Wednesday said, her voice low. 

Enid smiled, a little wider this time. “Exactly. And I’m done with that. No more hanging onto people who don’t get me.”

There was a moment of quiet between them. Wednesday’s gaze drifted to the window, where the dark outline of the trees outside loomed, distant and yet too close for comfort.

“So, what’s with the pendant? Some kind of family heirloom?”

Wednesday glanced down at it, her expression unreadable. “ Granny Frump sent it to me. She claimed it would protect me from ‘evil aquatic influences.’ Some kind of old magic, she says.”

Enid’s lips parted in disbelief. “ Wait, seriously?”

“That’s what she said,” Wednesday muttered, her fingers tracing the edges of the pendant. “It wouldn’t hurt to be prepared.”

Enid nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. “Okay, so now we have missing hikers and children, and you’ve got enchanted jewelry. That’s… fun.”

Wednesday’s lips quirked slightly at the edge of her mouth. “Fun is a relative term.”

They fell into silence again, but this time it was comfortable. Enid returned to her studies, though her mind seemed to be elsewhere. Wednesday leaned back against her pillow, eyes scanning the room, the shadows of the trees creeping against the window. The psychic bond she shared with Tyler pulsed pleasantly in her head. Just then her phone pinged.

It was Tyler sending her a message.

I miss you too, babygirl.

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One month later…

Finals were brutal—not because the exams were hard, but because Enid was a walking panic attack. She hyperventilated through hallways, clutched her notes like a life raft, and muttered facts out loud as if repetition could save her. Thankfully, she and Wednesday didn’t share many classes.

Eugene, on the other hand, was maddeningly calm. He shrugged off the stress with quiet confidence, certain he'd pass without issue. He faced exams with the calm of a man staring into a dull abyss—unmoved, unbothered, unconcerned.

Wednesday, however, was seething. She despised the school's lockdown protocol, now more intense due to a missing child and a rash of hikers vanishing in the woods. No trips into town, no visiting Tyler. It was suffocating. Drones with thermal sensors had swept the forest, but nothing turned up. The child was gone. Dead—Wednesday felt it deep in her bones.

A month had passed. In that time, she made real headway on the final novel in her Viper de la Muerte series. Her debut had seen brief glory in the top ten before slipping down the ranks, but it still received praise.

Her iPhone buzzed once.

Twice.

Three times.

She loathed the wretched device. Anyone could reach her at any moment, and if she ignored them, she was the villain. Probably Tyler again—sending cryptic emojis just to get a rise out of her.

She glanced at the screen.

Not Tyler.

She opened the messages. Her eyes narrowed.

Photos.

One of her at the Weathervane. Another with Eugene and Enid outside the Hummer’s Club shed. One of her playing cello on the dorm balcony. In Tyler’s car. Then, most disturbing—a shot of her in Tyler’s arms as he carried her into his house after the nightmare sessions with Kinbott about Pubert.

What in Dante’s inferno?

Her phone vibrated again. A final message:

I’m watching you.

Without hesitation, she set the phone down, crossed to her closet, and retrieved her knives. Penny loafers came off; black hiking boots laced up. The blades slid into thigh holsters and secret pockets sewn into her school blazer. From a heavy case, she pulled out her crossbow and loaded it with enchanted copper arrowheads.

Quiver slung over one shoulder, she snatched up her phone and stepped out of her dorm.

Whoever was watching had made a fatal mistake.

It was early February, yet unseasonably warm weather and persistent rain had washed away the snow that blanketed Jericho. With the thaw came a stirring of life in the forest surrounding Nevermore Academy—nature reawakening as the school’s lockdown was finally eased.

Wednesday had texted Tyler earlier, confiding in him about the strange photos and the unsettling sense of being watched. In typical Tyler fashion, he’d replied with a meme: a snarling creature from Jurassic World: Rebirth . Their forced separation still gnawed at her, the absence like a phantom limb. She could feel him through their psychic bond—something that had long since evolved beyond friendship—but it wasn’t the same as having him near.

Sensing her irritation, Tyler had followed up with a simple message:
Don’t worry. I’m watching you too.

Wednesday rolled her eyes.

Now, with students finally allowed outside the school’s stone walls, she found herself once again roaming the woods—but this time with Eugene. It was late afternoon, the last threads of sunlight slipping between the dense branches. Enid had ditched them last-minute, swamped with preparations for the Raven Dance, an event Wednesday had no intention of attending. Social rites of passage held as much appeal to her as dental surgery.

They had wandered far from the safety of the school, deep into the forest’s dark heart where the trees grew close and shadows clung to the earth. Eugene was in his element, crouched in the mud with a notebook and a glint in his eye. He brushed aside a patch of dirt, revealing a vibrantly colored beetle nestled beside a cluster of mushrooms.

“I’m documenting native insect species,” Eugene said, without looking up. “Enid nearly vomited when I did the same thing during our trip to the British Virgin Islands.”

“Did you lounge in the sun until your skin peeled off?”

“Totally,” he said, grinning. “You would’ve loved the jungle at night.”

Wednesday’s interest sharpened. “Is that so?”

“It’s untouched—like a primeval Eden. The national park hasn’t changed since Columbus landed. Gorgeous place.” He carefully examined another insect, his voice dreamy with awe.

“Found something?” Wednesday asked, her tone flat and devoid of enthusiasm.

“Maybe,” he murmured, eyes narrowing. “Could be rare. Might even be new. I need to get a closer look.”

Wednesday took a few steps away, her gaze drifting to the trees. Something wasn’t right. The air had shifted—thicker, heavier. The usual hum of the forest had vanished. No birdsong, no chirping insects. Just silence.

Her hand drifted to the crossbow slung over her shoulder. Her voice dropped to a whisper. 

“Eugene.”

He looked up, his excitement fading to confusion.  “What’s going on?”

A distant rumble echoed through the forest, and then the trees around them began to creak and groan, as though the very forest itself were waking up. Without warning, the earth cracked open, and from the fissures emerged towering golems, their massive forms composed of jagged stone, moss, and roots. 

Their glowing eyes burned with an unnatural light, their movements slow but deliberate. The ground shook again as one of them raised a heavy stone fist, aiming directly at Eugene.

"Run!" Wednesday shouted, her heart racing as she shot her first arrow and slowed down one of the monsters.

Eugene barely had time to react before the golem swung its fist down with terrifying force, missing him by mere inches. He stumbled backward, his legs giving way in shock.

"Come on!" Wednesday grabbed his arm and yanked him to his feet. “I'll distract them. You go back to the school and get Enid. Start calling her through the bond now!”

Eugene ran to the school and Wednesday’s blood ran cold as the golems turned towards her. They were after her, she realized as she turned on her heels and ran. Her agility was uncanny—leaping over rocks, ducking under branches, and darting between trees with a speed that seemed almost unnatural. But the golems gave chase, they crashed through the forest and underbrush, their swords hacking at the shrubbery. 

Wednesday opened her bond with Tyler, signaling her location, and she felt him startled. She wasn’t foolish enough to think she could handle ten golems on her own.

She ducked under low-hanging limbs, slashed at vines reaching like hands. A golem crashed through a tree behind her. Another hurled a chunk of earth that missed her head by inches. She spun and flung a throwing blade into the knee of the nearest one—it struck true, and the construct buckled with a hiss of steam and fire.

Wednesday didn’t pause, shooting another arrow into the jewel at the centre of the golem, once again the creature buckled under its weight. Not stopping for breath, she ran into the forest in the direction of the town. Shooting down golems and ducking under their swinging swords. She tripped as she ducked away from one of the monsters and fell into the unforgiving muddy ground.

And then— click .

The unmistakable sound of guns loading.

She turned her head slowly and rose to her feet.

From behind crumbled pillars and broken statues, armed men stepped out—ten, maybe twelve. All cloaked in dark leathers, faces hidden by scarves and helmets. The leader raised a hand, and the others moved in.

Wednesday started to reach for a dagger, but a whip cracked across her wrist, knocking the blade to the ground.

“Easy,” the leader said, voice smooth and cold. “You’ve had your fun.”

She struggled, but the numbers were overwhelming. Rope wrapped around her arms, her legs, her waist. A knee slammed into her back, forcing her down.

“Who are you?” Winnie growled, thrashing as they bound her tightly.

“Bring her over here. We need to take her back to Gideon alive.” Kinbot said and Wednesday felt a cold chill snaking up her spine. “Quickly now!” She snapped as the men bound her wrist.

“You sick bitch!” Wednesday growled. “This will end badly for you.”

Valerie Kinbot lifted her hood to show her smirking face. “Daddy Gideon has sent an elite unit into the forest. A special delivery for his son and girlfriend.”

Wednesday glared in anger. She wanted to reply back but her words died in her throat when she heard gunshots. The roar of Hyde and the feeling of Tyler through their bond. 

And then—the forest roared.

Not with wind. Not with magic.

With him .

Out of the shadows, the creature emerged.

Tyler.

He was Hyde now—massive, monstrous, covered in muscle and claw, his golden eyes burning with primal fury. His growl cracked the air.

He slammed into a golem, tearing it in half and started ripping apart the armed men. She heard the sound of gunshots, the roared of Hyde and felt every bullet tearing into his flesh like it were her own. With her face pressed against the muddy forest floor, she could only hear the screams of humans being ripped apart and Kinbot screaming bloody murder. 

Wednesday felt Hyde slicing through her ropes and she sat up immediately rubbing her wrist. Kinbot screamed again. Wednesday looked up to see Tyler returned to human form, nude and bloodied, and was holding Kinbot by her hair. And Wednesday—bloodied, panting—watched in silence.

“You sick bitch,” Tyler growled, his voice inhuman as he smacked Kinbot across the face. “Call the shithead.”

“Who?” Kinbot sobbed.

“Call the shithead who set you up to this. Do it now.” Tyler snapped, smacking her across the face and making Kinbot spit out blood.

Kinbot fumbled for a minute with her coat pocket and produced a phone, her fingers trembling. She dialed a number and put it on speaker. Wednesday scrambled to free her knife and recover a gun from a nearby dismembered torso and arms. 

“Hello sweetheart,” A man’s voice purred on the phone.

“Daddy Gi-” Tyler pressed his hand to Kinbot’s mouth, his finger digging into her flesh and he shook her from his hold on her hair. 

“Valerie?” Gideon asked.

“You piece of shit, you send men to kill my woman. I am going to kill your cum dumpster and make you listen.” Tyler growled.

There was a moment of silence and suddenly amused laughter filled the forest. “Tyler, son.”

“Don’t you call me that shithead.” Tyler growled and he slipped his hand from Kinbot’s mouth to her neck, squeezing hard. “I am going to hunt down every last one of your bitches and kill them. I am going to strangle you with your own intestines.”

“You truly are my son.” The note of approval on Gideon’s voice was sickening.

“The poison in me had to come from somewhere, you piece of shit.” Tyler barked and squeezed Kinbot’s neck making her cry into the phone.

 “Tyler, son, there is no need to clash with each other. I will send a plane for you and your girl to The Maldives and you can join me. We can be a family.” Gideon murmured on the phone and Wednesday was stunned. The man had just tried to kill his son and now he was sweeping it under the rug and asking him to go on vacation? She had to admit to a degree of admiration at his cold blood.

“Too late for that you shithead, you killed my mom and now tried to kill my woman. I am going to hunt you down and smear your brains on the floor.” Tyler snarled, his eyes were pure black. 

“Son, I understand that Addams girl is your closest female relative and she probably sucks dick like she is starving for it. But you need to learn to get your head out of her pussy.”

Wednesday heard Kinbot’s neck snapping like a dry branch. The phone in her hand fell to the ground but the phone call was not cut.

“Did you just kill Valerie?” Gideon asked after a moment, his voice filtering from the ground.

“What do you think, shithead?” Tyler barked.

“Good, she was creating problems for me with Gabrielle. These bitches are always tearing each other down for the coveted main wife spot.” Gideon Sylvanne was a sadistic asshole. “When can I expect to see you at my house in The Maldives with your woman?”

Wednesday snatched the phone from the muddy forest floor and held it up to her mouth. “You will get a call from us. But Tyler here wants to make your death quick. I planned on cannibalizing you. You will hang from a hook on the ceiling and watch me slice you open so we can have you for dinner. My parents love fresh human beef tartare.”

Gideon laughed. “Son, I see why you like her so much. Wednesday reminds me of Francoise. Before I drugged her into psychosis and early grave.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Tyler barked, blood and spittle coming out of his mouth.

Gideon chortle. “See you soon, son.” He said and the phone went dead.

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“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Tyler barked, blood and spittle coming out of his mouth.

Gideon chortle. “See you soon, son.” He said and the phone went dead.

That last line left Wednesday cold, she gripped the M-16 gun in her hand. She had learnt to fire with one under Fester’s guidance but the ricochet would always leave her with bruised shoulders. Pugsley and her would do tactical urban warfare games with Fester and her father, sometimes her distant uncles would join in as well. 

“You never know what lurks in the dark, my young niece.” Fester had always warned. 

And now his warnings had come true. Wednesday checked the carthridge and found it empty. Seven hells! She walked to the nearest mangled corpse and turned it over and started pocketing the cartridges. Her ears were on high alert and she loaded a fresh cartridge into the rifle. Eugene should have reasonably made it back to the school and sought out Enid and her brothers. 

“Tyler, we need to move.” Wednesday ordered, her eyes two polished coals. 

Tyler turned towards her, heaving in anger, his teeth bared and eyes crazed. Wednesday saw the gunshot wounds still oozing blood, he was probably in unbearable pain. He nodded nevertheless and started shifting. Bones cracked like dry branches and his skin split, groans of pain and roars of anger mixed in as he rose above her and looked around like a predator. Cautiously they made their way towards the lake that bordered the school and state land. 

“Enid should be here if Eugene made it back to the school.” Wednesday whispered but Tyler heard her in his Hyde form. “Do you hear anything?”

Hyde Tyler shook his head. 

“Damn it. What if Weems put the school on lockdown?” Wednesday gritted out.

The dense woods around them seemed to hold their breath as the two moved stealthily through the underbrush, their every step careful. Tyler's massive form shifted silently, his muscles rippling under his skin, the black claws extending from his hands just barely scraping against tree trunks. His heightened senses were on edge, his glowing yellow eyes scanning the darkness like a hawk's.

"Stay close," Wednesday ordered, her voice low and tight with urgency. She was no stranger to danger, but even she could feel the weight of this moment hanging over them, suffocating like a storm that was about to break.

The lapping of the lake water at the shore mingled with the eerie silence of the night as they reached the edge. Moonlight bled across the water, casting an unsettling glow on the skeletal branches of the surrounding trees. As they reached a small clearing near the water, the distant crunch of leaves snagged their attention, followed by the low murmur of men's voices. Tyler's head snapped to the side, his gaze sharpening as the sounds intensified—the crunch of boots on gravel, low murmurs, the telltale clink of equipment.

"Shit," Wednesday muttered, melting behind a large rock, her hand instinctively finding the hidden blades on her arm. "They're close."

A group of figures in tactical gear materialized from the treeline. Masks concealed their faces, but their movements were fluid and precise, betraying a well-trained unit. The rifles slung over their shoulders caught the dim light in menacing glints, a sight that iced Wednesday's blood.

“Up the tree,” Wednesday hissed, melting behind a large oak. “Surprise them from above. Wait for my shot.”

Tyler ascended the nearest tree with silent agility, and their psychic bond snapped open. Their breathing aligned, a shared rhythm thrumming between them, and Wednesday felt their heartbeats lock into sync. The distant howl of a werewolf reached her ears, causing a flicker of hope in her chest. Enid and her brothers. They had to hold out until the pack arrived.

Turning swiftly, Wednesday shouldered the rifle, sighted her target, and squeezed the trigger, a clean shot to the head. One soldier dropped with a strangled cry, his head erupting in a gruesome spray, while another staggered backward, blood blooming on his shoulder.

Without hesitation, Tyler erupted from the tree, his claws scything through the air with lethal precision. The soldiers barely registered his descent. The closest soldier whirled, raising his rifle, but before his finger could tighten on the trigger, Tyler slammed into him, the impact cracking the earth beneath them. The other men roared in alarm, their weapons snapping up, but they were already too late.

Chaos erupted—a cacophony of screams, gunfire, and the brutal clang of metal tore through the night. Tyler, a monstrous whirlwind in his Hyde form, crushed soldiers beneath his immense strength, his claws tearing through the darkness. Wednesday heard the panicked shouts as a cable snaked out and cinched around Tyler's neck, a jolt of electricity coursing through the tether.

Hyde Tyler roared, a sound of pure agony and rage, as another electrified cable lashed around him, his body convulsing. The electric shock that wracked Tyler resonated through their bond, and a soldier seized the opportunity, tackling Wednesday to the ground. The rifle spun from her grasp, discharging in the chaos and felling one of the remaining soldiers. She fought her attacker, a surge of unexpected strength allowing her to roll free. A brutal punch shattered the soldier's neck, but before she could react, another hulking figure intercepted her next move, his fist slamming into the side of her head.

A searing pain lanced through her temple, and a brutal kick to her calf sent her sprawling. Hyde Tyler's roar was a sound of pure carnage, punctuated by the terrified screams of soldiers as he ripped them apart. Then, with a final, gruesome act, he turned his attention to her attacker, ending him in a spray of blood and viscera. He had overcome the electrical shocks like before with Pugsley. The coppery tang of blood filled her mouth. Despite the pain, she scrambled to her feet, rejoining the fray. Though one eye was swollen shut, she snatched the nearest rifle. Through her remaining vision, she spotted two bright blue darts embedded in Hyde Tyler’s neck.

Then, from the shadows, Enid burst forth, her transformed body a vision of feral grace. Moonlight shimmered on her thick fur as she tore through the undergrowth, her amber eyes glowing fiercely. Sleek muscle rippled beneath her coat, her snout peeled back in a ferocious snarl as powerful legs pounded the earth, her brothers a close, thunderous pursuit. Close behind her, Gabe and Luke followed in their own massive, terrifying werewolf forms. A silver streak distinguished Gabe's thick fur, while Luke was a shadow of near-black, his muscles straining with the force of his charge. Together, they were an untamed force.

Without hesitation, Enid leaped into the fray, her jaws snapping at the nearest soldier. The man never saw her coming—his rifle was ripped from his hands as she tore it from his grasp, sending him crashing to the ground with a single swipe of her paw. Gabe and Luke joined the chaos, their howls cutting through the night as they tore into the soldiers killing every last one.

Barely had the group caught their breath when the wind shifted, a sharp, metallic tang like blood on rusted iron slicing through the air. The forest fell silent. Too silent.

Then came the sound: a low hum that vibrated through the trees, the groan of something ancient stirring from slumber. Birds erupted from the treetops in a panicked flurry. Tyler’s head snapped toward the sound, his nostrils flaring, scenting the unnatural.

Then, the ground cracked open.

A demon erupted from the fissure, a towering, sinewy horror draped in roiling black scales, its long, spiked tail lashing through the air. A bellow tore from its throat, the force fracturing the nearest trees. Behind it, more emerged: smaller demons, fast and vicious, their claws clicking like knives on stone, their bodies contorted and twitching as if stitched together from shadow.

The werewolves snarled, and Hyde Tyler roared, circling protectively around a heaving Wednesday. Catching her breath, she shrugged off her ruined coat and reached for the long knife concealed in her chest holster. The enchanted blades pulsed with a faint light in the darkness, imbued with spells to banish evil.

Enid was the first to strike. With a guttural snarl, she launched herself at the nearest demon—a creature with elongated limbs tipped with razor-sharp claws. Her agility was her deadliest weapon, a blur of white fur as she snapped and weaved, evading its vicious swipes.

Lucas, a powerhouse of muscle and fury, charged headfirst into another demon. The impact shuddered through the ground as their bodies collided. His teeth sank deep into the demon’s shoulder, a wet, tearing sound that echoed in the night. The demon shrieked, a high-pitched, grating cry that sent shivers down even Enid’s spine.

Gabe, smaller but no less lethal, used his speed as a weapon, darting between the legs of a larger demon, his teeth snapping at its heels, a constant distraction while Enid and Lucas held their ground.

The demons fought with frenzied brutality, their claws tearing through bark and earth in their desperate attempts to strike. One managed to rake its claws across Lucas’s flank, drawing a dark, viscous blood. He roared in pain but pressed his attack, his jaws clamping down on the demon’s throat with savage force.

Hyde Tyler crashed into another demon, and with a swift, brutal strike, his claw tore through its eye. The creature shrieked, a truly agonizing sound, stumbling back and clutching at its ruined face before dissolving into wisps of black smoke.

Wednesday leaped onto the back of her demon, her enchanted dagger plunging deep into the base of its skull. The creature convulsed violently, its unnatural limbs flailing before it collapsed. Leaping clear, she squared off against the next revolting horror of gnashing teeth and bleeding flesh.

Tyler, meanwhile, was locked in a desperate struggle with the last remaining demon. Though wounded, it fought with increasing ferocity. Wednesday scrambled off the dissolving corpse of her own attacker, moving swiftly to aid him.

They were a blur of fur and muscle, their powerful forms a whirlwind of ferocious energy. But something was wrong with Tyler; his movements were sluggish, and the remaining demons circled him with renewed aggression. Wednesday’s grip tightened on her knives as she rushed to his side, just as two demons lunged, their teeth sinking into his right arm and left leg.

She launched herself onto one of the demons clinging to Tyler, her enchanted blades stabbing viciously into its head, her teeth bared in a feral growl. The demonic entity collapsed beneath her, and a sharp, burning sensation flared on her hands—acid. With a sickening crack, Tyler crushed the skull of the demon attacking his legs.

The realization struck Wednesday like a physical blow, her brain reeling in terror: nightshade. The poison that had killed his mother, Francoise. It could kill Tyler too.

“Tyler!” Wednesday yelled, her voice sharp with fear.

Tyler’s condition was deteriorating rapidly. His Hyde form flickered erratically, and a cry of pure agony, both human and monstrous, tore from his throat. He stumbled, his shifting form collapsing to his knees, utterly vulnerable.

Wednesday rushed to Tyler's side, her face ashen with worry. He was fully human now, sprawled on the cold forest floor, his skin clammy, his breathing shallow. A remaining demon suddenly reared before her, and Wednesday lifted her knife, a fierce determination hardening her features.

Then, the sharp crack of gunfire echoed through the night, and the demon before her dissolved into acrid smoke. Enchanted bullets, Wednesday realized as more shots rang out, felling the remaining creatures. A shadow shifted in the trees, resolving into two tall figures in tactical gear, night-vision goggles obscuring their faces.

“Wednesday,” Fester’s familiar voice cut through the night, and a wave of relief washed over her.

“Uncle Fester, we need a doctor—Tyler’s been hit with nightshade!” Wednesday called out, watching the two figures sprint towards them.

“Tyler,” one of the figures said, removing his headgear to reveal Donovan’s grim face. He knelt beside Tyler’s unconscious form, stripping off a glove to press two fingers to the pulse at his neck. “Son,” he murmured, his voice tight when Tyler didn’t respond.

Fester moved with practiced speed, Thing a silent observer on his shoulder, shrugging off his backpack and producing a black box. He flipped it open, revealing a neat row of syringes. “Always prepared,” he muttered, injecting Tyler swiftly.

Thing scurried down Fester’s shoulder and up Wednesday’s arm, his rapid signing conveying, Found Eugene in the forest. Knew Fester was at the Galpin’s. Wednesday placed her fingers on top of Thing’s in silent thanks. 

“What now?” Wednesday asked, a trace of the girl who had once called Fester her commanding officer surfacing in her tone.

“I’m calling for the private jet. We’re getting Tyler to Dr. Yarrow’s clinic. You’re coming with us,” Fester said, carefully rolling Tyler onto his back. “Hey, kids! Back to the school, infirmary—now!” he barked at the werewolves, who immediately took off at a run.

“Donovan, come with us to the airport,” Fester said, and Donovan nodded grimly. Fester then sprinted towards a truck parked by the roadside, Wednesday and Donovan right behind him.

The roar of the truck's engine shattered the forest's tense silence as Fester expertly navigated the winding dirt path. Wednesday sat beside him, her gaze fixed on Tyler, who lay pale and still in the back, Donovan monitoring his shallow breaths. The rhythmic beeping of the medical device Fester had attached offered a small measure of reassurance, but the image of Tyler's agonizing cry and the sickly blue glow of the nightshade lingered in her mind.

"How bad is it?" Wednesday finally asked, her voice uncharacteristically soft.

Donovan looked up, his face etched with concern. "It's hard to say. Fester's injection should slow the poison's progress, but Dr. Yarrow will need to administer a specific antidote."

Fester grunted, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. "Yarrow's the best there is. If anyone can pull him through, it's him." He glanced at Wednesday. "You alright, kid? You took a nasty hit of that demon acid."

Wednesday flexed her stinging hands, the burning sensation a dull throb now. "I will endure. My concern is for Tyler."

The journey to the private airstrip felt agonizingly long. The forest blurred into streaks of shadow and moonlight, each passing moment amplifying Wednesday's anxiety. She replayed the fight in her mind, the sickening crunch of bone, the feral snarls, and Tyler's desperate struggle. The realization that nightshade, the very poison that had haunted his past, had almost claimed him again sent a shiver of cold dread through her.

At the airstrip, the sleek black jet waited, its engines humming softly. Paramedics were already on board, their movements efficient and practiced. They carefully transferred Tyler onto a stretcher, their expressions grave. Wednesday followed them inside, her eyes never leaving Tyler's still form.

Donovan placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle. "He's strong, Wednesday. Like his mother."

Wednesday nodded, a flicker of something akin to hope igniting within her. 

Fester spoke with a man dressed in tactical gear on the airstrip and then walked over where Wednesday waited with Donovan. “Donovan, this is my clean up crew. Meet Sanchez.”

Donovan and Sanchez shook hands.

“Let’s go, kid.” Fester said and ushered Wednesday into the jet.

Inside the jet, the paramedics worked swiftly, monitoring Tyler's vitals and administering further treatment. Fester sat beside Wednesday, his usual jovial demeanor replaced by a quiet seriousness. Thing perched on her knee, offering silent comfort with a soft tap of his leathery fingers.

As the jet ascended, leaving the dark forest behind, Wednesday looked out at Donovan’s anguished face. A new resolve hardened her gaze. She would not rest until Tyler was safe. She would learn everything there was to know about Gideon Sylvanne and finish him so he never again came back to haunt them.

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Somewhere in the Indian Ocean…

A chill permeated the air as Gabrielle Sylvanne, born Thompson, moved through the opulent rooms of the private villa she shared with her husband, Gideon Sylvanne. The click of her heels was measured and deliberate on the polished marble floors, the whisper of her silk dress a stark contrast to the turmoil she felt.

 The lingering silence in the villa was a heavy testament to Gideon's mood, a darkness that had descended with the brutal end of his two favourite concubines earlier that day – a demise she knew was at his hand. Reaching the richly carved mahogany door, a familiar anxiety tightened in her chest. She would have to find Gideon new diversions, and soon, before his volatile temper turned on her. She raised a hand, her knuckles rapping softly against the polished wood before she eased it open and stepped inside.

“Love,” she called, her voice a hesitant echo in the darkened bedroom, the cathedral-like ceiling seeming to amplify the oppressive silence. “Sweetheart.”

“What the fuck do you want?!” His voice, distorted and guttural in his Hyde form, echoed off the high ceiling, sending a shiver down Gabrielle’s spine despite her years of enduring his transformations. He remained shrouded in shadow, a hulking presence against the far wall.

“I called Laurel, dear,” Gabrielle said, her tone a carefully soothing purr, “and she managed to get Mayor Walker to be on our side. It will be alright, love.”

Gideon stepped out of the gloom, his Hyde form a terrifying spectacle: the face a twisted echo of the man she knew, grafted onto the powerful, furred body of an animal, horns curling like ebony branches from his brow. “What about my son and his whore?” he rumbled, his eyes glowing with a feral intensity.

“They are at Dr. Tiberius Yarrow’s private clinic in St. Lucia, a place heavily guarded,” Gabrielle replied, her voice carefully neutral, avoiding any inflection that might further provoke him. “Don’t worry about it, love, we will get our chance.”

“Get ready to leave the island in an hour,” Gideon growled, his monstrous form still radiating menace. “Now get the fuck out.”

The End?