The Red Means I love you - A Wenclair Scream AU

Rewritten Chapter 2

Amber loved making movies, especially horror ones. Who didn't love a good stabbing anyways, you know?

Her ex, Wednesday, had been about the same, though much more ravenous than she could ever be. Outcasts were lucky like that, to have that unending lust and need for blood. She unfortunately, tired far too much to keep with her Wednesday. They were an Addams after all.

She adored it though, chasing after them, cackling and grinning as they chased down innocent prey. Or merely went after those that harmed their family name. Amber was an Addams in all but name, until she wasn't, until Wednesday realized that they didn't love them, not like Amber loved Wednesday. They left, since apparently they were bad for each other, toxic, they allowed themselves to have fun, what was wrong with that?

According to Wednesday, it was everything wrong with their love. The furiousity, the love, it was wrong to the young Addams heir. She didn't like that, but she didn't dare fight against Wednesday's decisions. She might end up liking it too much if she had started to. So they left, they broke Amber apart emotionally and left her to pick up the pieces.

Then, she'd met her. Tara, the small mastermind that made the infamous ghostface killer swoon. With Wednesday, there was no control, only carnage, but with Tara? She was finally held by collar and leash, and she relished that. She was happy to give over the control to someone more prepared, someone more logical and less bloodthirsty. Though at times, Tara acted too much like Wednesday, looked too much like them, and it hurt. It ached.

Tonight, the ache was at it's strongest and she'd had to leave, to kill, to bury her knife deep within flesh and drink upon the blood of a fresh kill. But she'd seen someone she never thought she'd see again, both wearing black, both targeting the same house. Without thinking, she moved, grabbing her phone and dialing up the phone numher of the house she'd chosen. Tara had added so many into her contacts for her, each labeled and taken from the online registries of the area. The phone ringed and Amber watched through the window, awed at the sight of Wednesday, beautiful, bloody, still perfect, as they walked shakily downstairs and picked up the phone's land line.

"Do you like scary movies?" Amber watched as Wednesday slipped a dagger into their unoccupied hand, even if it wasn't necessary.

"I do." Was spoken softly into the landline and Amber felt her heart skip a beat, watching the blood soaked deity fiddle with their weapon. A breathless laugh escaped before she could stop it and she grinned, her desire for blood and of an old romantic fling sparking up once again, as if a tin of gasoline set ablaze all at once.

"What's your favorite, kitty cat?"

"The human centipede, what is yours, mysterious caller?" A small smirked played on Wednesday's lips and Amber felt her face warm, she was blushing.

"Ever heard of the Stab series?"

"But of course, though Its very much lacking in the horror aspect of the movie, is it not?" Wednesday cast a glance at the front window, spotting Amber, who in black costume and white ghostly mask was leaning against the window, staring, admiring them. A feral grin split part their lips, the burning of their stomach filled only with desire. They hadn't felt such a way in years. They put the phone down, pressing it back onto it's base and heading to the front door, meeting Amber half way into the living room, the warm tones of white, yellow and creme making their eyes hurt.

"Perhaps we can make it bloodier."

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Amber knew what they meant, knew that they only wished to spill blood, her blood, like they'd used to. the blood of the girl that just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It made her skin crawl in the best possible way. She sent a quick text to Tara, to tell her she'd be late to dinner. At least she'd have a good story to tell her girlfriend.