Wᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ & Tʏʟᴇʀ Oɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs

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The Addams family is the pure blood vampires to exist in modern times.

The royalty, carrying the blood of the originals. Their eldest, Wednesday, is the next in line to the throne, to become the queen and rule vampires all over the world.

Sadly, she hasn't found her mate yet even though she is 19. Well, it doesn't matter. She hates love anyway.

The Addams throw a huge party to coronate their daughter and the crown is passed down on the young girl.

Tyler is a new convert.

It was an accident actually. He was abudcted by a rogue vamp and he was being sucked when the vamp got crazy and ran off, leaving him half dead and half sucked off. He passed out and when he woke up, he found himself to be paler than a sheet, and he had no heartbeat.

At first he thought he was a stranded soul roaming earth, then later he realized he had turned into a vampire himself. Before he could freak out, he realized it didn't matter since he had no one to return to or anyone who cared about his well-being anyway.

From then on, his life of a loner continued, it's been a week and he still hasn't a single idea about the ruler of the vampires, who is ripping off each woods in order to find him.

Wednesday got the sniff right on that night, but she wasn't sure untill the news actually travelled to her that a new vampire is born. She can feel it in her bones, deep in her twisting black heart, that she has some kind of connection to this new born vampire.

Her knuckles crunch as she twists them and rests her hands on the handles of her throne, eyes hollow and gleamless, a mischevious smirk laying at the corner of her lips as she is being presented by the one and only Tyler Galpin.

Tyler looks a nervous wreck, his hazel eyes darting everywhere in fear and suspicion, his arms protectively wrapped around his thin frame. He looks pale, eyes sunken in and lips dismissive of any color at all. He hasn't drunken any human blood yet, causing the rapid weight loss and he can feel himself slipping off, to death.

"Bow!" One of the guards growl and Tyler lets out an involuntary whimper, bowing his head at the gorgeous young lady sitting at the throne.

"May I know your name?" Wednesday asks, unintentionally using the softest tone she had ever used.

"It's Tyler Galpin." His eyes refuse to meet hers, head becoming dizzy and he's dozing off.

"Get the boy some real food." Wednesday orders and some maids hurry away.

Tyler sees blurry and tries his best to focus on what the young lady is saying but it is all too hard as his body catches up with the lack of nutrients, and he passes out on the cold floor.

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He finds himself awake on a fluffy bed, fluffier than any bed he has ever laid on.

He used to live in a torn out shade, with barely any food, warmth or comfort.

He groans and gets out of the bed, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palms before adjusting them to the room he is in.

It is a quite luxurious room, huge walls decorated with several paintings, huge ceiling touched windows and lavish looking curtains tied by very exquisite embroidered ribbons. He gulps, slowly taking in the surroundings.

"Glad to see your awake." He jumps a little.

He turns around and notices the same young lady from yesterday. He finally takes his time to look at her.

Wednesday has hawk like, coffee brown eyes, a pale complexion, paler for any vampire, thin-pink lips and very sleek and thick black hair that goes way past her hip bone. She is wearing a black tight fitted, knee length dress that's hugging her body, highlighting each of her curve and a fluffy, rich looking robe hung around her shoulders.

As she walks, the robe whooshes behind her, screaming the royalty she was born into.

He recalls one of the guards saying she is the queen and he slightly bows his head in obedience.

"Not you." Her voice is silk like smooth and it soothes his ears. She steps close to him and put a finger under his chin, lifting his head up. "I don't need you to bow like that. Your head should be up and proud, and your eyes," she gazes in his eyes with such strong emotion, Tyler feels captivated and breaths quickly, "Your eyes should always stay focused on right here. Right where they belong."

Tyler lets a small smile graze his lips, gaining courage, he places his hands on her slender hips and softly traces his thumbs across her clothed skin. Wednesday shudders a breath out, letting her palm rest against his cheek, eyeing each mole that dotted his skin.

"A-are you my mate?" He asks in a trembling voice.

Wednesday steps a little more closer to him, his breath hitting her forehead and she mewls in the scent that waves off of him.

"I can be. I need to mark you to make you my mate. Even though we're not bound, I can still feel it in my veins that you're the one. For me." She breaths out and closes her eyes as Tyler rubs his nose along her hairline.

"Mmm." He hums, pulling her in by her hips as he firmly places his lips against the crown of her head. Both of them gasping from the jolts of spark that elicit from the touch. "Make me yours."

Wednesday pulls away and stares in his now glowing eyes, loving how the colors have returned to his face and how reddish his plump lips look. She swallows and traces her thumb over his bottom lip, fighting every urge to take him just then and there.

"Don't resist." Tyler softly speaks, puckering his lips to kiss the pad of her thumb. "I want you to mark me. I need you to mark me."

Wednesday can't say no more, the bond, the pull is stronger and the whole universe is saying to her to just take what's hers.

Without another word, Wednesday smashes their lips together and the lavish curtains fall close.

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