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WEDNESDAY READS ONE PAGE NEWSPAPER CLIPPING FROM THE JOURNAL WITH A HEADLINE that sparks deep wonders on her mind, it includes a portrait of a young girl who oddly looks like her ancestor, someone she had saved months ago.
"Hyacinth Addams?". Wednesday mused, looking at the girl with light brown skin, dark curls, pink plump lips and dark round eyes that looked familiar to her own. Comparing to the girl in the photographs and her own, both of them share the same eyebrow shape, eyes and facial structure.
The craziest of them all is she's an Addam, a part of her bloodline.
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As she was carefully reading along the lines about the missing girl report, her jaw slowly start to drop once learning Goody Addams had a daughter before she unfortunately passed away in 1883. Wednesday had no knowledge about her ancestor's past including her relationship with a man and how Hyacinth was conceived but one thing she so desperately want to know is why was she kidnapped by Dracula and what does he want from her.
Monsters don't scare Wednesday but if they start to threaten someone from her bloodline, that's where a line has to be crossed and an Addam must do everything they can to protect someone they deeply care about with immense affection or not.
"Thing! Get over here. Do you know anything about this girl?". Wednesday called without breaking her gaze on the article and the girl in the picture.
Thing dropped the final book and climbed his way from one shelf to another to land on Wednesday's shoulder. Once she felt his cold touch, she hands him the news article for him to browse on. He may not see but he can feel letters and understand what they mean.
"It appears that the woman who haunted me in my dreams and every psychic vision I had, she had a daughter and neither my mom nor dad told me. Not even grandmama". She coldly stated, watching Thing get the news article and laid it on the floor for it to read through the lines by the trace of his fingertips.
Thing moved his pinkie and thumb as if it was exclaiming 'She does!?', in which Wednesday simply nodded which prompted it to continue reading through the lines from the newspaper clipping.
