"Hunting each other?" Enid paled and her stomach dropped to her feet. She sat down heavily on Wednesday's bed. "This is awful."

"The chaos could prove useful," Wednesday said, sitting up. "But this means we don't have another moment to spare. I have to run and do something. I hate to leave you alone, but you cannot be present for what I have to do."

"Wednesday, I can't allow you to do something dangerous!" Enid yelped out as Wednesday sat up with a pained grunt.

"Enid, this is no time to be considerate," Wednesday grumbled out as she took her arm out of the wrapping and tested it. It moved slowly but she could move the fingers. "We can't afford to dally any longer. Time is running out."

"Okay," Enid gave a reluctant nod of her head. "What do you want me to do in the meantime?"

"I need you to look for any inconsistencies you can find around the house. And please, be careful, cara mia." Wednesday squeezed Enid's hand.

"Cara mia, why do you keep calling me that?" Enid mussed.

Wednesday's cheeks flared with a gray blush. "I don't know. It feels right to do so."

They didn't spend anymore time dwelling on that, Enid helping Wednesday out of bed. "We'll reconvene at six pm and stay out of my families way."

Enid didn't need to be told twice. While Wednesday went off to do her own thing, Enid began to creep through the house, using her enhanced sight and sense of smell to look for anything odd. For anything out of place.

Do you feel anything weird? Enid asked her wolf part.

The wolf shook her head. I feel unnerved but I've felt this way for a while. This whole house feels wrong.

She searched from the top floor to the bottom, passing by Gomez polishing some shotguns, Pugsley arranging his grenades and Morticia flipping through spells in her spell book. They were getting ready for Hunting Season, whenever that would happen. Enid hoped it wouldn't happen any time soon.

Wednesday stood outside in the backyard in the middle of a pentagram made from her own blood. She was going to try and summon her Being. She didn't know if this was the right ritual, but she had to try.

She felt mollified that she hadn't noticed something was wrong long ago. She was supposed to be as sharp as her knives, taught to never underestimate her opponent no matter who it was. She'd gotten sloppy, she'd gotten lazy. Distracted by something and someone.

That was why the evil had crept in. It had seen a weakness and exploited it. She would never allow it to happen again.

She closed her eyes, held out her good hand, and recited the words she had memorized. The foreign language felt natural on her tongue. A wind buffeted around her and the smell of sulfur filled the air. She opened her eyes when it had settled down, to find nothing had changed.

The ritual was done, but nothing had been summoned.

"Wednesday, are you feeling better?" a voice asked behind her and she saw Andrew had silently appeared behind her inside the summoning circle. "I see you're casting spells," he said with an arched brow and an amused quirk of his upper lip. Her heart jumped in her chest when he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

Except it no longer felt the way it had.

When she'd first started dating Andrew, she was certain the swooping feeling in her stomach, the quickening pace of her heart and the breathless tightness when he drew near, were signs that she loved him.

She'd never experienced love before, so surely these things she'd read about had to be proof he was the one. If not love, then at least liking him. And then she'd had a panic attack.

Those same feelings she felt around Andrew were magnified then. It wasn't love she felt. It was fear.

Wednesday plastered on a small smile. She needed to keep him unsuspecting.

"I am. Her bite is nothing like yours," she teased him, calling back to a time they'd kissed and he had bit her on her shoulder, tasting the blood there, enjoying the mark he'd left behind.

He smirked at her. "I can show you how much stronger my bite can be. But after. I wanted to raise some concerns with you. With everything going on, I'd like to have us do the blood ritual tonight before Hunting season begins." He held her hand tenderly in his, stroking a thumb across her knuckles.

She tried not to flinch back from his touch, so different from Enid's.

Enid's was gentle, caring. And familiar like they'd touched each other, and in so many more ways. Wednesday couldn't help but marvel at how their lips could meld together. At how their fingers would slot together as they held hands and walked together.

Her touch made Wednesday feel things the right way. Her heart would race, her stomach would swoop and her lungs would ache with need for air at their proximity. But it was a nice sensation. It made Wednesday feel warm inside.

It was how she knew for certain Andrew's touch was wrong.

"Andrew," she began, needing to find a reason to stall this. She couldn't let him know she knew what was happening. His grip on her hand grew tighter. "We should give it more time."

"Tomorrow then?" he said, smiling at her too widely. "I can't wait any longer Wednesday." He reached out a hand to tuck back her bang behind her ear, keeping his hand there. The many rings on his fingers glimmered. One of them had a small snake engraved into the metal. The small snake wiggled and slipped along his finger inside her ear. He jerked his hand back and Wednesday winced as a cold sensation tickled her ear momentarily.

"I want our blood to be joined together. Certainly you do too?" he said.

"I-" Wednesday opened her mouth to speak, but found no words could come out. Her mouth clamped shut and she nodded her head, giving him a serene smile.

"You should rest. Get a good night's sleep. I want you to look perfect for our evening together," he said, stepping back from her. She gave a small bow of her head and moved along like a robot, crawling into her bed and slamming her eyes closed, intent on sleeping until Andrew needed her awake once more.

He smiled to himself. The snake would keep her docile until the ceremony. After they had done it, he would have full control over his chains again and the Addams family, entrenched in the idea that one was an impostor, would maim and kill each other over and over again until the protection of their curse ran out along with the rest of the abilities his contract would have granted them.

Now, he just had to get rid of Enid. She was the only one who could seriously harm his operation if Wednesday remembered she was in love with the blonde. Without the love curse protecting them, they were both mortal for the time being despite his attempts at killing Enid failing to get rid the stubborn wolf due to her wolf healing factor and lucky intervention. Even setting her wolf free and having her attack Wednesday in the hopes that Wednesday would be forced to kill her own lover had not panned out the way he'd wanted it to. Though if it had, it would have been a wonderfully tragic story that would have set his heart aflame.

He could afford to keep Enid around for longer, he supposed. He did still want her to watch as he made the family suffer. There would be an easy solution to that.

With a jaunty walk and whistle he went to find the werewolf.

Enid let out a dejected sigh as peered out the second floor window. She had searched the entire house, top to bottom and hadn't found anything that struck her as odd. Where was the inconsistency? Did it even exist?

She looked out the window, letting a summer breeze blow through her hair. It was going to be six pm soon and she was going to have nothing to show for it. Enid hoped Wednesday was having better luck doing whatever it was she was doing.

Enid looked out at the landscape. Taking in the line of trees in the back, the blueness of a sky turning darker. Wait. Was it just her or was that spot over there twitching? Skies shouldn't twitch. Had she found the inconsistency?

The door opened behind Enid. "Wednesday come look!" Enid called out in excitement. She pointed at the sky. "I found the inconsistency! We have our proof! What do we do with it now?"

"Well," drawled a decidedly male voice. "That's inconvenient."

Enid whirled around right into Andrew's incoming fist. It sent her flying out through the window in a shower of glass and wood, landing on the ground hard enough that she felt the air come lose from her lungs in a pained gasp. She couldn't breathe- she couldn't-

She wriggled on the grass, clawing at it, dizziness over taking her. She could see Andrew looking down at her. "See you later, Enid."

The grass around her began wrapping around her as the dirt began to swallow her. She couldn't even cry out for help as she sunk into the earth.

Enid woke up, gasping for air. Her heart raced in her chest. The back of her head ached and when she put her hand there, dried blood came back. She looked around herself. She was in a dirt room with only a torch shoved into the wall casting any light. In the corner lay what looked like a hand, chopped clean off of someone's body.

She looked away with a shudder.

It was cold and damp, the floor made of rock. It smelled like she was underground. Had Andrew buried her? She felt like she suddenly couldn't draw enough air into her lungs. How was anyone going to find her here? She pulled her knees to her chest and focused on breathing, on calming down. She had to think rationally.

There had to be a way out. Maybe she could tunnel her way through the dirt? She looked up and saw the hand had moved and was now standing in front of her upright.

Enid screamed. The hand waved frantically trying to get her to shush as she backed away, back hitting the dirt wall and sending a small shower of dirt over her. How was the hand alive? Was this Andrew's doing? The hand tapped at the ground.

'Enid I'm so happy you're alive!'

"Who are you?" Enid asked, eyeing the detached hand, surprised she could understand it.

'You don't remember me?' it signed, distraught.

"Should I? Are you an Addams?"

'Yes. My name is Thing. What have they done to you?'

"I had my memories stolen from me by some Eldritch Being," she said dourly as dots connected in her head. "It's Andrew. And he's shut us both in here."

Thing did a happy little dance. 'So you do know something.'

"Not much," Enid frowned. "Why are you here?"

'Andrew couldn't erase my memories because I'm a hand and don't have a brain. He locked me here instead so I couldn't get in the way of his plans.'

"Asshole." Enid sighed and lowered her head to her knees. "If he's the Eldritch Being then it's all over. We lost our advantage of surprise over him. We might as well give up now." Misery filled her, making her body feel heavy.

Thing slapped her before grabbing the front of her shirt. 'Pull yourself together!'

Her eyes went wide as an explosion of color and sound filled her mind momentarily. It felt right, scenes of something she knew and was now privy to see again.

"Wow," she whispered out. When he'd slapped her, she'd remembered painting his nails, in her room all the way back in her family house. She and Thing were friends.

'What?' he tapped irritably.

"When you slapped me, I remembered something." She got excited, not bothering to question the logic of this. "Slap me again! And again!" She said. Thing looked at her like she was crazy, impressive since he had no eyes. But he did as asked, slapping left then right several times. Memories snapped into Enid's mind. Memories of everything that had happened these past few months.

Wednesday and Enid going to visit Enid's family, them overcoming pack challenges, them falling in love while pretending to fake date. Even going so far as to pretend to be married.

Andrew had stolen Enid's own love story.

Enid's heart ached. She missed Wednesday.

Fury filled her. That disgusting Andrew had put his mouth all over Wednesday. Kissed her right in front of Enid. She was going to make him rue the day he decided to do that.

She only hoped it wasn't too late. She had no idea how much time had passed while she had been stuck here. With a snarl, she turned into her wolf form and began tunneling her way up to save Wednesday. Thing clung onto her tail.

A/n i know Thing doing all that is implausible but i find it hilarious that the eldritch beings work is undone by a simple slap to the face by Thing.