#matriiiarch

Elvira couldn't remember the last time she went that particular driveway up to the Addams home. Nothing really changed, the trees were as dead and dreary as the last time she was here and the wind was still quietly whispering through their branches.

It was quite some time ago, when they had their regular get togethers but then Elvira's career took quite an upwards shift and she was away on countless shows with a lot less time to cultivate their friendship, which irked her more than she let on. Thunder was striking right behind her and she smiled, knowing that Morticia loves this kind of weather. Now Elvira was looking forward to catch up and have a nice chat about potions, performing, murder and mayhem.

     this house was the most amazing thing she had ever seen , she didn’t get out much , so she was wondering if everyone else on the block was feeling that way. Maybe they weren’t out here looking at it because it was so dark and late outside. The architecture and decorations made her stick out , if it wasn’t for the feathered appendages on her back , it was because of the churchesque clothes she was wearing. Everything was white , making her stand out even if she wasn’t beating such inhuman features. It’s when she hears someone making their way up the walkway when she turns around , she comes face to face with someone who was very beautful, her little heart beating very hard in her chest. Why did she feel like she was going to get in trouble? 

    “   o-oh! Is this your house?  I-It’s wonderful !  “

"Lurch, Lurch! Don’t you remember me?” It was quite difficult to figure out what the big man was thinking when all he ever did was stare dead ahead without saying a word, but Nadja had always had a bit of a soft spot for the butler. A man who knew when to shut the fuck up was hard to come by these days.

“It’s me, Nadja. I have come to visit your family.” And the trip had been a long one, so — even if she kind of liked it when he manhandled her — she wasn’t going to be kept outside any longer. Ducking past him and stepping into the manor that hadn’t changed since her last visit over ten years ago, the vampire creeps forward, in search of her two favorite people in the world.

And she finds one of them!

"Tell me, what will I find?" Enid asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked at the box in front of her. Part of her was a little worried to see exactly was within the box but she did it well, behind a huge grin. Deep down at the heart of it, Enid loved gifts, this one would be no exception she was sure.

vertigo thumps her, ravaging the usually well-prepared addams. a weight on her chest as she carefully watches the imposter. she thought she had it all figured out, every move, like when she used to play tic tac toe with pugsley, all probabilities had been taken into account and wednesday always won – the prize consisting in torturing the loser for an indefinite amount of time. somewhere among the lines, wednesday’s probabilities became flawed and it all came up to this very moment.

there’s a lump in her throat which makes it hard to breathe. she’s used to torture and near death experiences are ordinary in the household. but not this time. this was real. and the knife twisting her insides was nothing but wednesday’s fault. she fancied it when debbie attempted to murder them all – it was an honorable death in mass, one which would’ve gone down in history. laurel gates was now threatening wednesday and with whom else but her mother. gates hit a nerve and it was displayed in her posture. fingers shaking, breathing accelerated, eyes watering.

the most detrimental situation a villain could find themselves into is to stand in front of a raging addams. unpredictableness is what defines wednesday, fueled with each passing moment with more wrath. she’s plagued but what is plague doing? it either kills or it’s killed. time stands still for a little while, wednesday throwing one more glance at her mother. regret glinting within those dark hues of hers. wednesday’s face twitches and twists to form a smile. genuine. the scene morbid as it is, albeit wednesday’s visage was the scariest scene of them all. she doesn’t smile often, if ever – fact is, she could count on her fingers the amount of times she smiled at anyone. but this was directed for morticia. despite petty differences and a need to be anything but her mother, wednesday would’ve died for her.