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Your rival had to be the best. When Wednesday Addams decided Bianca Barclay was her rival, the Siren took it well. Few people drew blood from Wednesday Addams and lived to tell the tale. Wednesday had grown to respect that.
Once they established their rivalry, they weren't going to bend to each other, and it became a comfortable rivalry that both girls seemed to enjoy. Even if everyone else was terrified, the two being together had a certain quality worth mentioning. Nothing and no one were safe.
Every competition wasn’t enough; there always needed to be more. The Poe Cup was merely one event; they’d moved past that a long time ago. Two wins under each of their belts were enough. High grades weren't enough. Bianca beat her for valedictorian because of her longer time at the school. This didn't get Wednesday down. It was a solid victory.
As senior year rolled around and Wednesday took the last Poe Cup, Bianca congratulated her. They'd moved on to what both considered to be more interesting.
Like when they’d competed to see who could make Xavier cum in his pants first. Bianca beat her by 2 minutes. He’d stopped speaking to them both when Wednesday lost, and Bianca came out of her hiding place to announce her winnings. Wednesday didn’t see anything wrong. She’d given Bianca money for her winnings as she always wanted, while Xavier screamed at them to leave. Bianca had gotten them a bottle of whiskey to share. It was more fun than hearing Xavier go on and on about the play with his feelings.
They’d gotten drunk that night, and Wednesday remembered what Bianca said:
“Bigger fish, someone hotter, better. We’d both already had him, and we can do better."
Something inside Wednesday was lit that night. She remembered the thrill of it.
“Come, Addams, show me whether you're as dangerous as everyone thinks."
And Wednesday let out something that could be a laugh.
“Are you afraid? Are you going to run away at the first sight of blood?"
“Have I ever?"
---
A new girl came to the school, and the two decided whoever kissed her first won. Gina was gorgeous, and they had no idea what she was—well, not until the last minute. Her date with Bianca had been fun and easy, but she’d dodged an attempted kiss on the lips for the cheek. Wednesday had laughed out loud at Bianca’s rejection.
The siren had wanted to kill her. Wednesday thought Bianca looked so much hotter with murderous intent in her eyes.
Wednesday had won. Gina seemed very much into her, and then it clicked for Bianca. The girl had been a succubus. Wednesday was being drawn and pulled in willingly. Desires had caught her up, making her more than willing. In the end, Bianca had pulled Wednesday off the girl before her life force was completely drained.
“I didn’t mind the feeling at all.”
“She would have killed you,” Bianca growled. “And if someone is going to cloud your mind and if someone gets to kill you, it’s going to be me.”
“Sounds divine for dying.”
---
This victory celebration was on Wednesday. She came to her room late on a Friday with two bottles of very pricey wine. Sanguis Virginis was well-known in outcast circles, and Bianca had seen a bottle once but never drank from it.
“Where did you get that?”
“I took it from home.”
Bianca wasn’t going to question it too much. “Does it taste like blood?”
“Are you afraid?”
She said, “Give me the bottle.”
It did taste like blood, but somehow in a good way. They could barely finish the first bottle as it was. She’d been drinking with Wednesday since the witch’s second year there, and she’d never seen her drunk until then.
“You were way too pretty for Xavier; I don’t know why you dated him. You can do so much better.”
And she looked at Bianca like she had something she wanted and she’d kill to get it.
---
As senior year went on, the two decided on someone big. No more silly crushes, no more texts about breaking up with a person first. No, they needed something bigger, someone bigger. They were running out of time soon anyway—graduation was coming.
The early spring air was cool as they enjoyed the slight downtime. Bianca had finished a paper, and Wednesday had studied some advanced calculus with her before they stopped and Wednesday pulled out wine.
Drinking a bottle of wine that Wednesday’s parents sent, they sat dangerously close to the edge of the balcony. They could see right into Principal Weems’ office. It wasn’t unusual for them to look; sometimes they needed to know what she was doing. Like when Wednesday decided she needed to do her spells and runes in the woods late. Bianca didn’t mind looking out for her. In the warmer months, Wednesday had been her lookout when she felt like swimming and the girl put a rune around the lake. Lately, they’d been a lot more interested in what Principal Weems was doing.
Today she was drinking and talking on the phone.
“She’s getting work done so she can leave campus Friday afternoon.”
“Where is she going?” Wednesday asked. “If you know—”
“I have no idea, and besides,” Bianca laughed, “what are you going to ask her? I think she’d tell ME. I’m her favorite already—you give her headaches, Addams.”
“Please, I keep her on her toes,” Wednesday said. “And I just stalk Principal Weems like a normal Addams. It’s just the weekend; she’s going to NYC. She does it every weekend now unless we have a long weekend. On spring break, she went to Romina.”
“Why the hell is she doing that?”
Wednesday looked into the woman’s office with what Bianca had named “Obsessive Interest.” Weems was high on the list.
“I don’t know, but I will soon.”
Bianca laughed. “Am I expected to help?”
Then that obsessive look fell on her.
“Of course.”
---
It had started small. Bianca had chatted with Milly, who was easier for Bianca to siren and told them Weems had been getting gifts all semester. Bianca only felt a little bad about it. This wasn't just Wednesday—Bianca had to admit she had a soft spot for the principal. Few people saw Bianca as a person. They still treated her nicely after knowing she was a siren, even other outcasts.
They’d decided that someone had to keep an eye on her. Someone had to look out for Principal Weems, and that someone was them. Her favorites.
“She seems happy today,” Bianca said as she sat down to eat with Wednesday. The girl’s eyes were fixed on her phone.
“She got flowers today.” Wednesday showed her a photo of a stunning arrangement. “It’s the same guy as before, and these are nicer.”
They’d heard the rumors and ignored them in favor of the truth. Time and spying earned the truth.
“Do you think she has a lover?” Wednesday asked Bianca as she looked at her herbology book.
“Probably. The rumor mill is ruthless right now. All sorts of information.”
“Should we collect and come together?”
Bianca nodded. “Rumors and gossip from students only.”
“I can do that.”
By the end of the week, they had a very detailed account of what they called “The Seduction.” Enid had heard them, and it had been her name for the plan, and then they made her swear silence. Which she did because she admitted they were working as just a team scared her.
“Why do you have her schedule?” Enid looked terrified after Bianca asked.
“Why did you need it?”
Wednesday's eyes turned to Bianca. “They have tea and cookies together like big babies.”
Bianca laughed. “Aww, that’s sweet, but give up all the information we need.”
Enid pouted. “Wednesday?”
The smaller girl looked at Enid. “It’s time to give it up.”
“I don’t like when you guys gang up on me like this.”
Bianca pulled out a bottle of nail polish, and Enid’s eyes went wide.
“O-M-G! Can I have it?”
“Give us what we want,” Wednesday said.
Bianca tossed it to Enid, who grabbed it and started spilling.
That was easy. Plus, Enid had all the information they needed in one go.
---
Wednesday watched her at night.
“She talks a lot on the phone.”
Bianca watched during the day.
“This week it’s $85 bonbons—her favorite for like ten. Plus flowers and wine again.”
They had an idea and a plan.
“I can’t believe you’re this nosy, Addams.”
“I can’t believe you’re this second-rate, Barclay.”
“Excuse me?”
“You really have no information that’s new.”
Then they argued and came back together for coffee and gossip.
“The woman slept over at her place. Her kids used to go here.”
Wednesday rolled her eyes but was heavily invested. “Today you have new information.”
Bianca didn’t roll her eyes.
“You have a lot of it?”
Bianca nodded.
“I have a bottle of wine, and Enid should be gone tonight.”
“That’s more like it. Now share your study notes from history.”
They drank overlooking the campus, notes exchanged, and both felt more than prepared.
“So it’s a vampire. She comes and visits every
few weekends when Weems can’t leave.”
“How have we never noticed?”
“We weren’t watching her as closely last year, and it wasn’t this frequent until you almost killed her...again.”
The two exchanged glances.
“What’s her type?”
“Tall. Feminine. Vampire. She was hot.”
Wednesday groaned. “Fuck.”
“I know. If she likes them tall, you're highly at a disadvantage.”
“You’re not a vampire.”
“I’m going to ask Yoko about that, see what I can dig up.”
“I should have Thing doing a little spying.”
---
They decided to come back to this in a week. Both had news; Wednesday was in trouble. So much trouble they’d had to be more careful about sneaking out. Bianca was amused to discover she still had it in her.
Bianca offered her a smile and a joint as they sat looking over the lake. It’s late, it’s cold, but her meetings with Wednesday are one of her weekly highlights. She’s sure the girl picked the spot for her; she knew Wednesday hated being by the lake.
“The woman noticed Thing.”
Wednesday was called to the principal's office late one night. She found Principal Weems holding Thing. She’d sent him off to watch her in her office and hadn’t expected him to actually find something.
“She had lipstick on her collar, and the top buttons of her blouse had been open. She didn’t smell the same, and she was pissed.”
“How pissed? One to ten?”
“Like a three,” Wednesday smiled. “She smelled like fresh blood and tobacco.”
The girl sounded like she was swooning.
Bianca laughed. “Only a three?”
“She seemed...satisfied. I asked Thing what I had missed, and he told me he was more afraid of whoever he saw than me.”
Bianca choked on the joint. “Really?”
Wednesday rolled her eyes. “Really.”
“We can handle that.”
“What could scare him more than me?”
Wednesday’s puffs were always harder and deeper. The girl’s tolerance for substances was higher than hers.
“Well, she’s probably older than you and bigger,” she said, sliding a hand over Wednesday’s.
“Thing told me she seemed to sense and find him in record time. He said she was stripping our good principal. She was getting ready to bite her when she got up and grabbed him.”
“Does that mean we do it again?”
Wednesday smirked. “I want to see this woman. Let’s interrupt as soon as possible.”
---
They’d done more crazy plans together than she’d ever admit, but Wednesday did like the look in Bianca’s eyes as she led her to Weems' house off-campus. They knew the way and made their way out there late. Bianca led the way and told her when to duck and what not. Wednesday used the shadows when they got close.
“My mother would be pissed I stopped Larissa Weems from getting laid and then upset I didn’t invite her to snoop and gossip with us.”
“Your mom probably would’ve gotten us information from the inside.”
They found a window they could just see into, and it was more than expected. Their principal was there, and she was being eaten all right.
“I can’t believe it,” Bianca said. “She’s so hot.”
Wednesday was stuck, drawn into the woman licking a blood-covered trail from the woman’s neck to between her legs. Blood was everywhere, and she’d thought the woman would be smashed, but no, she was licking this woman’s mouth like she was a vampire herself.
When Principal Weems’ skirt was ripped off and she was pushed back to lay down, the two gasped, and that’s all it took.
Golden eyes stared back.
“Fuck!” Bianca said. “Come on.”
Wednesday wasn’t as fast as the siren; she was right behind her, but—
“Wednesday Addams!”
The words rang out in the night, and there at the door was Principal Weems, slightly covered in blood and clearly having a good night they interrupted. Wednesday locked eyes with Bianca.
“Wednesday!”
The woman’s voice said. Bianca, hidden in the trees, got up.
“Come on, Addams.”
It was the shock on the woman’s face, and then they heard it.
“Really, lover? These girls are that interested in you. My competition is real.” It was a laugh that echoed before the woman appeared in a shadow in the doorway, eyes glowing.
“Ms. Barclay, I can’t believe you,” she said.
Wednesday knew that was going to eat Bianca up, and yet Principal Weems wasn’t looking at them but at the shadowy figure.
“And you! Clean up; these two are coming inside.”
“Dinner?”
“Alcina!”
“Fine. Fine.”
Wednesday fought the smirk from forming when she looked at Bianca, who shrugged. Then blue eyes fell on them.
“Come in, girls. We clearly need to talk.”
---
Ten minutes later, Bianca was sure she was looking at a demon—pale-skinned, golden eyes, a white dress that lured you in, and she was smirking at her. She was tall and had curves in all the right places. She smelled like copper, tobacco, and something like vanilla.
“I’ve heard many good things about you. I bet you taste like lobster.”
She was sure it was a compliment. She’d known more than a few vampires, and it did the job. Bianca was a mess, extremely grateful you couldn’t see the heat in her face. This was a compliment of the highest.
“Thank you.”
Wednesday hadn’t spoken. She was gawking, and Bianca knew she’d just found the girl’s newest crush. The woman’s attention fell to her, and she’d never seen Wednesday Addams play coy.
“You’re her favorite troublemaker. Wednesday.”
Wednesday didn’t speak. Instead, Bianca saw color in the girl’s face.
“Stop calling my girls meals,” said the woman of the house. Dressed in clean clothing and looking much more like their headmaster, “Girls, what are you doing here?”
Bianca looked at Wednesday, who was staring at the vampire but spoke.
“Spying. Who is she?”
She could see amusement in the woman’s eyes.
“This is my partner,” Weems said. “Alcina, but that isn’t why we're here. What are you two doing here?”
“That’s why we're here,” Bianca said. “We wanted to know what the fuss was about.”
It was how Weems looked over at the woman, and yet the vampire shrugged. “I’m not sure what’s happening.”
“The rumors of you having a lover run rampant on campus and in town. We wanted to know the truth.”
Bianca nodded; it was all she felt like she could do. Wednesday was boldly proud, and then her eyes were clearly drawn back to the woman’s companion.
“What exactly is being spread around campus?” Principal Weems asked. “I’ve heard the rumors, and I can’t believe them.”
“It’s all good stuff,” Bianca said. “I mean, nothing bad in a sense. Most people are surprised, and then it’s figuring out who’s spoiling you.”
The woman turned a little red. “That is none of anyone’s business.”
“Well, we aren’t going to tell anyone anything,” Wednesday said. “Who is she?”
Weems went to speak, but she was quickly cut off. “Alcina Dimitrescu.”
Bianca didn’t look at Wednesday. She knew that name; she couldn’t figure out where from.
“Wednesday Addams.” The small girl held out a hand. “We just had a bottle of San Viagars.”
Principal Weems looked like she wanted to kill her. “Drinking on campus?!”
Bianca interrupted. “No, we had the bottle in town and got a ride back to campus. Hopefully not as bad.” She gave Weems her best puppy eyes, and the woman softened. “It had been a very odd gift.”
It was from Wednesday’s parents as a gift. She’d been drinking since ten, and apparently, that was one of her and her mom’s favorites. They’d popped the bottle, and Bianca hadn’t thought twice about how they were drinking $1000 wine because she didn’t care. It had been one of the best things she’d ever had.
Wednesday just nodded. “Delicious. Is Cassandra running production? She has a flair for the blood taste.”
And the woman came to life. “Yes, she’s doing amazing. Would you like another bottle?”
“Don’t offer them wine!” Principal Weems said. “I can’t take this. You two will be punished in the morning. It will be severe because this is a violation of so many things, girls. I can’t believe you two.”
Bianca didn’t like upsetting the woman. “We would love to—”
“To what?” The woman wasn’t looking at her mad—it was even worse: disappointment. “Bianca, you’ve been my star pupil for years. I thought you being friends with Miss Addams would make her better.”
“You know I pushed for her to do this,” Wednesday said. “I take full responsibility—”
“Wednesday, you can’t take responsibility for her—”
“How about we just forget this and go about our night?”
The three women looked over at the vampire.
“Punish them in the morning, but let them live for the night.”
Weems looked heated. “Alcina, I’d like to handle this.”
“I’m not trying to stop you, but my flight leaves in a few hours, and I’d like to finish my meal. This is about me,” she gestured to the woman. “You are upset, and you told me you like to be clear-headed with your students.”
The woman let out a growl like neither girl had heard before but then sighed. “Go back to campus and be at my office tomorrow at 8 a.m. sharp. I don’t want
to see you. Alcina, let them out and lock the door.”
Then she left the three of them.
Bianca could feel her anxiety spiking. “We should’ve just spied at the school.”
Wednesday shrugged and stood. “That wouldn’t get us the information we wanted,” but Bianca knew her tone and body language. She was tense.
“I’ll work on her,” the older woman said. “I’ve heard so much about you two.”
The two looked at her.
“I can’t promise you won’t be punished, but I’ll try to get the sentence down.”
Bianca was thankful, grabbing Wednesday’s wrist, the girl letting her. “Thank you.” She turned to Wednesday. “Let’s go now.”
The two walked to the door, and the taller woman leaned on the open frame. “Please be good girls for her.”
“I’d be a good girl for you.”
The vampire’s laugh was almost hypnotic. It was deep, bold, and sexy. “Fascinating little things.”
Bianca held off a laugh at Wednesday. “Weds, please. Weems is pissed. Let’s go back to campus so I can hide my stuff. You know she’s going to room raid us.”
Golden eyes looked at her. “Bye, my little lobster dish. Keep your little shrimp side dish in check.”
“I will.”
“Good girls, now go back home.”
---
The walk back to campus was about a mile. They made it off Weems' front lawn and down to the path in the back of the woods that led to Weems' house. As they walked, Wednesday was actually laughing. It was a terrible sound Bianca loved that cracked the silence of the night and made her smile.
“You are a mess of trouble, Addams.”
She was about to speak, but it was interrupted with a scream that didn’t sound like pain.
The two looked at each other and back down the path. They’d found what they were looking for, and it was actually what they thought.
Wednesday smirked. “I told you we’d find out.”
The vampire’s laugh echoed in her head. “I can’t believe we gasped at the same time and exposed ourselves.”
Wednesday laughed harder, and Bianca shook her head. “At what cost? Tomorrow is going to suck. I wanted to sleep in.”
Wednesday pulled out her flask. “Sip?”
“Of course.” Bianca took the whiskey back with no problems. “Do you think she’ll tell your mom?”
“God, no,” Wednesday said. “I’m getting the satisfaction of that. It’s going to destroy her.”
Bianca fished a half-joint out of her pocket. “You’re a sick one.”
The girl looked at her. “Let’s go sit by the dock.”
“Weems told us to get back to school.”
“And you’re going to listen now?”
Bianca nodded. “You’re right. Let’s save this.”
---
At the dock, it was a warm night, especially for Nevermore. Bianca took her shoes off and put her feet in the water, watching as Wednesday sipped the flask and then passed it to her, joint in hand.
“Thank you.”
Bianca heard the low words and smirked. “For what, Addams?”
“You know for what?” Wednesday growled.
Bianca wasn’t afraid of that sound. She took the flask, sipped before handing it back, and took the joint. Her hit was hard, and she exhaled in Wednesday’s face. She knew the signs; the girl’s lip twitched with something.
“Use your words,” she said. “Tell me.”
“Siren it out of me.”
Bianca didn’t look away. She let the smoke clear and looked right at the girl. “Tell me what you're thinking.”
She could feel her necklace activated. She could see Wednesday fighting it, and it was hotter than she’d ever admit.
“Come on, tell me.” She leaned into the girl’s ear. “Don’t play games, Wednesday.”
“I love getting in trouble with you.”
Bianca knew she could do better. “More.”
The girl laughed low and dark. “You’re getting strong,” she paused. “I’d like to kiss you.”
Bianca smiled. “You can.”
It wouldn’t be the first time they’d kissed, and she was sure it wouldn’t be the last.
Wednesday kissed her like she wanted to devour her. She kissed her like she needed to take the world from her, pulling it from cold, scaled hands. Bianca gasped into it, her bottom lip sucked and licked. She could feel cold hands on her thighs, sliding over the uncovered legs, her skirt giving Wednesday access she wouldn’t deny. But she must deny her tonight.
She pulled away, lip bitten almost painfully as Wednesday looked at her and groaned. “Let me go down on you.”
Bianca had to fight. “Absolutely not. We are in major trouble. If tomorrow Weems isn’t pissed and I am not subjected to a list of punishments, I’ll let you, but if I even get detention, you won’t touch me until we graduate in the spring.”
Wednesday held out a hand. “Deal.”
---
When they got to campus, Wednesday walked her to her dorm, and Bianca sighed. It was almost 5:00 a.m. She looked at Wednesday. “Be on time.”
The smaller girl looked distracted. “When I win, I’m going to tie you to my bed.”
Bianca laughed. “Goodnight, Wednesday,” she said. She patted the top of her head and listened to her favorite sound, the girl growling. She did it.
“Goodnight, Bianca.”
---
At 8:00 a.m. sharp, Principal Weems looked at them across from her desk. She bought them hot chocolates and donuts. She looked lighter, happier, and Bianca looked like that on her.
“So, you had a good night?”
Principal Weems looked at her and smiled. “I did, and that’s why I’m going to forgive this little incident. You two will tell no one.”
Bianca couldn’t believe it.
“I’m not upset,” she said. “I know both of you care, and I know you have a strange way of showing it.” She looked at them and smiled. “I care deeply about you two. Don’t make me regret it more than I already do.”
Bianca could breathe freely. “You seem happy.”
The woman smiled. “I am. She’s lovely.”
“She did something ridiculous to you,” Wednesday said.
The woman sighed. “You two are dismissed.”
Bianca smiled. “Thank you, Principal Weems. I appreciate it. Can I stop by for tea later in the week?”
The woman lit up. “Of course. I would love it.”
“She speaks for us both,” she paused, “not the tea part.”
Bianca grabbed Wednesday and dragged her out, closing the door behind her. She was relieved beyond relief at the situation. She didn’t need anything messing with her college admissions, and Weems seemed over it. Wednesday, on the other hand, was staring at her like she’d found her newest victim.
“Oh, fuck no, Addams.”
“You agreed if we didn’t get any punishment,” she took a step towards her. “Come on, you’ve always been a woman of your word.”
Bianca rolled her eyes. “Absolutely not.”
Wednesday got close enough for her to smell, and when she did, it was amazing as always. Yet she pushed her away. “No, I can’t reward you for getting us in trouble.”
“So I was the only one turned on by what we saw?”
Bianca fought smirking. “We vowed not to talk about it. At least not here.”
“Then back to my room. Enid is gone for the night,” she leaned in. “We can talk all about it.”
“You are trouble, Addams.”
“You really like that part,” Wednesday said.
“You think we could catch them again?”
And she was sure she saw something deadly in the girl’s eyes. Her life flashed before her eyes when the girl leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were cold as always, and yet she was lit on fire like a burst of flame. She moaned softly into the kiss, and the other girl pulled back, deadly serious.
“Yes, and this time we won’t get caught.”
She was sure Wednesday was crazy—100% certified crazy—and yet she listened to the girl’s plan like it was normal.
“So we’re going to be, in theory, streaming it to ourselves.”
“We will go to prison.”
Wednesday rolled her eyes. “It's for our viewing pleasure.”