A Duet of Woe | Wednesday Addams x OC

Chapter 1- Wingman

My name is Francis, meaning 'free man' from the bible, though i'm not too fond of such book- nor am I a man. My bloodline comes from the villains of that story; Asmodeus. Quite ironic actually that Asmodeus is also my last name.

Most people assume i'm a demon. The many white with a tad tint of yellow wings that rip from my back and my blonde hair with black ends are the only clues to what being I am.

My ability? Assumptions I can fly because of my wings are wrong- they're quite hard to get the hang of. But i'm still able to summon in a eye, and have it watch anything I assign it to and can watch it through visions.

But because I'm not a vampire, or a werewolf, or siren or blah blah blah... i am by myself. I have made a friend here named Enid, who I room with. Every eclipse, my powers become more and more strengthened until I cannot control it, so she is here to keep me in place. It doesn't drive me mad, or possesses me to do insufferable things, but instead drive me insane from the pain.

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Today, I rise from my new top bunk to find a new girl standing in our room. A girl showered in the color black.

"Enid, who's this," I groan.

"The whole reason you're on top bunk, silly!"
I look over the rail as I move my bunk's curtain more, slouching over the wood holding me in place.
"This is Wednesday, our new roomie!"

"Cool", I mutter, sliding to the edge of my bunk to hop off. I hit the floor with a slight thud and adjust my clothes. Not a far fall to just hop off. "I'm not fond of making friends. If you need me call for me, and if I don't answer then knock on the wood. If i don't answer then, it's not important enough."

"I don't intend on making friends either, peacock," she snickers, making me realize I have a feather on my shirt. Enid picks it off and gives her a hand against throat 'no' motion.

This curse isn't a joke, nor to be made fun of. I wonder how she would like it if she were cursed with a Devil's blood.

I give her a look of disgust and walk over to the mirror to check if there were any other feathers. Thankfully there are no more.

Enid whisper yells to her, "great, now you're on her bad side! Heads up do not call her stuff relating to the feathers, it's something very sensitive to her."

"I don't care what she thinks of me."

"Well you don't want her going ape shit at you during an eclipse do you?!"

"Enid!" I gasp at her. "I do not go apeshit. I'm sorry that I'm unpredictable but i've never hurt someone during one." I turn to face her, and glance down at the gothic girl. "Try living with this shit, pigtails."

"Francis, I'm sorry-" Edin starts. I slip on my shoes and grab my phone and sketchbook supplies before saying "I need some alone time, i'll see you guys in a bit," and shutting the door behind me. Rage fills my entire being as I march down the hallway.

When I'm finally awoken from my anger filled spacing out, I find myself in an old nook in a far away hall. It's an old room that no one's allowed to use due to the old wood, my music studio. But it's my safe place which i've come to many times before.

"Peacock," I chuckle with anger. I sit down in a corner and pull out my sketchbook and a pencil and begin to finish my last tattoo design.

My one passion includes a normie hobby that id never be allowed to do. But i'll still try.

Guilt then fills me, realizing i've left a horrible impression on not only myself but Enid for getting so upset. And that girl- Wednesday- was both beautiful and interesting. She can't be a crush now, i've blown it completely.