The Red Means I love you - A Wenclair Scream AU

Chapter 1

The town of Jericho was quiet, the evening chill of fall bringing along a mischievous spirit, just as it did with every kid, every teenager. Outcasts were no different. Wednesday was no different, for she in fact loathed Halloween. The eldest Addams child had grown up with the holiday called a different title, her native tongue providing fun alternatives she'd often say to her acquaintances instead of merely calling it Halloween. The town had decorated itself with pumpkins, lit jack-o'-lanterns and horseshoes resting above household doors, itchy orange streamers, purple fairy lights. Wednesday supposed that they'd have those insipid blow up monsters, but as Nevermore was a large supplier of the money the town had, they weren't allowed, likely to keep the strained but somewhat civil peace between the outcasts and normal humans.

Wednesday didn't understand the term of "Outcast." Truthfully, she'd prefer the title of Monsters. A buzzing alerted the teen of the phone in her pocket, she snatched it up, screen lit with a text.

'10:30 PM

Enid: Hey Weds! hope your trip to town is good! stay safe <3

Wednesday: My walk is soothing, the frigid air is just what I've needed. Thank you for your concern Enid. Thing is enjoying playing with the neighborhood animals.'

Wednesday felt her heart pick up when she saw the small heart Enid had left in her message. She tried to take a deep breath, but found it hard within her mask. Gloved fingers tapping with practice against the screen. This was the first Halloween of the new semester, considering that they'd gone on break after the incident with the Hyde and Thornhill. She still felt somewhat ashamed at the thought of being fooled so easily. A door opened and Wednesday fought the urge to smile. Her target, a vile old man currently mourning his son. A man who'd wrongfully arrested her father and accosted Enid and her friends many a time when they visited Jericho.

Wednesday knew it was foolish, she knew their past run ins would lead the evidence to her. However, she was not after the sheriff. She was after his latest contact. Sheriff Galphin was a stubborn man, one who had recently been meeting with Laurel Gates, the very woman who had roped his son into being a murderer and an accomplus to her plans. How ironic that she would use an outcast to be rid of Nevermore's population of outcasts. The shifting of a car rumbling to life made Wednesday snap back to attention, she'd gotten lost in her thoughts. A miscalculation. She was truthfully excited to be rid of this human stain. Many humans were like this, vile and disgusting. Wednesday often plotted their demise with ease, without care, but Laurel had truly crossed a line. She had messed with what was hers.

Another buzz from her pocket made her glance down and the young Addams promptly ignored it, even turning the car on mute before she ran after the car, hidden in the dark of buildings and trees. Thing was already purched on the top of the car, hidden and waiting for Wednesday to catch up, holding a voice recorder in his fingers. She did so with ease, the car wasn't going very fast and due to the Addams bloodline having a multitude of monsters, she was gifted with inhuman abilities. Abilities that she always took advantage of.

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Wednesday stopped when the sheriff's car had. She skunk into the shadows, watching the gruff old man step out and lock the car behind him, She could easily break into it if she wanted to. Though she avoided getting her hands dirty in such a way. She did plan a brutal death for Laurel, but she didn't need to busy herself with the business of the detective. She followed behind him, blending into the shadows with ease, this was too easy and that disappointed the teen quite a bit. She followed Sheriff Galphin through the building, uncaught by cameras and the man himself. He seemed to lost in his thoughts to notice her anyways. He walked down rows of criminals, mad men, women who'd gone mad, people who just had too much in their brain to regulate their own actions. It was amusing in a way. Perhaps she would spend longer than planned on her night out.

"Sheriff Galphin, I see you've decided to come back after our enlightening conversation." The woman should've been dead. Wednesday had originally planned on it. But Eugene was in the courtyard with her, she didn't wish to subject him to the ways of an Addams. She loved him like a brother and wished to protect him, even if it meant hiding a very large part of herself.

"You told me you had information about my son, why he did those things. I understand that Outcasts are not the best people around here, but they bring in so much money for the town."

Wednesday's fingers itched for her knife and she noticed the faint whirring of a voice recorder. Thing, he was hiding somewhere away from sight,  balancing on the tiny windowsill of a small window, it was at the least 10 feet off the floor, tiny and rectangular, like basement windows.Laurel let out a soft laugh, leaning on the bars of her cell, eyeing the sheriff with a snarky grin. A chain attached to her right wrist, short and drilled into the wall to keep her from leaving the cell or reaching too far out of the iron bars.

Wednesday was hidden safely in her corner, uninterested in whatever Laurel had to say to Galphin. She merely bid her time as they spoke, waiting rather impatiently. An Addams was patient, an Addams was prepared, she didn't need to be so impatient while waiting for them to cease talking, but their chatter began to make her mildly annoyed. She opened her phone, looking at the second message she had from Enid.

'Bring me a souvenir, k?'

Wednesday could feel the blood rush into her ears and face, the furious beat of her heart as she put her phone away in her pocket. Her Enid was getting used to the blood, getting used to being a werewolf and the beastly hunger for blood it caused. Wednesday would easily match with her own bloodlust, her own desire for raw meat. She would bring a bounty for her wolf when she returned to Nevermore.