The Red Means I love you - A Wenclair Scream AU

Rewritten Chapter 3

When one dates an Addams, it's a very bloody affair. Of course, Amber didn't mind. She missed it actually, the way she'd get to handle her victims, hacking, slashing, tearing. The only time she could do that was with Wednesday, and she'd missed it. The carnage, the love. She missed being an Addams.

Wednesday dove for Amber first, blade shining in the light and aimed for her head. She dodged, tearing the mask from her face and accidentally catching the black hood of her costume on the knife. She gasped, giggling with excitement and jumping out of the way of Wednesday as they got up, not at all using their full strength.

"come on Addams, you can beat me it's fine!" The knife swung wildly in her hand, her eyes wide, grin magic as she inched closer to Wednesday, allowing them to get up.

"I'm afraid I can't do such a thing Freeman, you have a girlfriend to return to." they moved again, launching themselves at each other. Wednesday moved their head to the left as Amber swung in an arc to their right, trying to get them on the face. Their heart soared, aching and wanting, they'd missed the carnage. But they couldn't stay long, it was dangerous to allow themselves to be this wild already. Wednesday caught the elbow that moved towards them, it interrupted their thoughts and while mildly annoyed, they wouldn't act upon such a low feeling.

"How have you been kitty? Any knew movie stars you've found?" Amber rocked on her feet to catch herself after Wednesday pushed her away, grabbing onto the couch's back to right her feet properly. Only to feel an elbow connect sharply to the side of her face, making her body crumble to the ground.

Wednesday looked down at her body, satisfied. They picked up Amber's mask, leaving it atop her body before searching for her phone, they looked in surprise at the lock screen. A picture of Amber with another girl, who was much smaller and looked unusually like Wednesday. They frowned, opening the phone and trying a password they knew Amber was too sentimental to avoid using. They say they met, how detestable. They went to her contacts, glancing at the tall girl's body as they put their information into her phone and titled their contact with their name, before dropping the phone onto Amber's body and leaving the house, returning to their Enid.

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Amber woke up to a painful headache and the smell of blood, she felt sweaty, uncomfortable. She groaned as she sat up, picking up her knife and her phone, despite the headache she turned on her phone, frowning at the time. She'd been here longer than she'd planned. Wednesday must've knocked her unconscious. They always did that! It was so infuriating!

Amber sighed, shaking her head softly and leaving the house, making sure she had no witnesses before she took off running back to her house, hoping through forests and backyards on her way back to her little mastermind.

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Tara woke up to the door opening, keys jingling into the back door and hinges squeaking. She waited in silence, enjoying her horror movies in peace after waking up from a small nap. She'd paused them before drifting off of course, she hated missing scenes, just like Amber did.

Amber appeared behind the couch, looking down at her. Tara smiled at her, but soon panicked when she noticed the large bruise on the side of her face.

"Amber what the fuck?!" She shot up from the couch, rushing to the bathroom to get the medical kit.

"What?" Amber frowned in confusion, following Tara into the bathroom and looking in the mirror. There, she spotted the bruise and grinned, looking at her girlfriend with sheer delight.

"I saw my ex while out tonight, they wanted to play an old game of ours. I'll be fine though, I know they didn't use their full strength!"

Tara said nothing, gaping at the realization. Amber had an Ex, and they'd hit her. "Again, Amber what the fuck?!"