He's an Addams Chapter 2

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It was big, REALLY big. Colossal even. Friggin' HUGE is what it was. It was so huge it made his eyes hurt trying to take the whole thing in. Never mind that, it made his eyes hurt looking at it anyway. The fact of the matter was, it was big, it was ugly, and he wanted nothing to do with it. Neither did the other two. If they had their way…the whole thing would be destroyed and they would never have to deal with the darned thing ever again. It couldn't be helped though. It was in those RULES that man came up with. They had no choice, they had to do it. He wanted to know why they couldn't just destroy the rules too, but she said every person had to respect the rules no matter if he didn't like them. He pouted and looked at her but the ever present smirk stayed fastened on her face.

"Peur, you remember what I told you?" Morticia smirked as pouting son gnashed his teeth together and growled at the building they stood in front of. It was preschool. One of those dreaded buildings that man said she had to send her children to. That THING that would try to make her children like the others. Well, she really didn't have to worry about it at all. It wasn't like her children would reduce themselves to "fitting in."

"I know mother. Listen to the teachers and don't bite anyone unless it's off school grounds." Peur scratched his head and looked at Wednesday. He didn't like any of the rules. It wasn't fun. Why did he have to listen to stupid teachers? It's not like they were smart anyway. Don't bite any one? What if he got hungry? Was he supposed to sit still and twiddle his claws? It was so unfair and not fun at all! Father told him he wouldn't be able to bring any of his "toys." He really didn't know how he was going to make it.

"Yes, those are a couple of the rules. What are the others?" Morticia was really having fun with this. Preschool for her children. Such a torture her children would have to endure. She smiled. They would build up a great emotional and mental endurance from this, she was sure. Her smirk widened just a tad when Peur grumbled a bit before sighing and looking back at her.

"No killing, maiming, torturing or anythingelse that would get me locked in jail before college. It's not fair though, mother! How am I supposed to have fun in such a place as this?" Peur was pouting now, wishing he had his knives and explosives. He looked at his hands. He even had to file down his claws because Mother didn't want him gutting anyone who annoyed him. That went right along with the no going to jail before college. He sighed. Azkaban sounded like such a delightful place though. His eyes gleamed as he thought about if it was possible to suck the soul out of a soul sucker. Food for thought, certainly. It would be a good experiment as well.

Morticia smiled at Peur, Wednesday, and Pugsly as she herded them to their designated classroom. At least her little hellions would be in the same class and not start fights with out each other. It would be unfair for one of the three to have more fights than the others. Such contests should be left at home where foolishness was welcome. In public, it was best to remain stoic and poised so as to unnerve any others. It was the pureblood way after all. She smiled to herself. Although, even to the purebloods, the Addams Family were in a league all their own. As she left the building that would be the torture of her children for the next 9 months, she smiled to herself and thought of the day when the world found out that there was yet another Addams to add to the extensive list.

European Ministry of Magic

Hall of Births and Adoptions

8:00 Am, Nov. 1 (year?)

Morticia smirked at the little man cowering in front of her. This little man happened to be in charge of magical adoptions and it was his responsibility to catalogue every adoption made in the European magical sector. She wouldn't dare go to the British magical ministry. The whole place was full of bumbling monkeys, they were utterly incompetent.

"L-Lady Addams? Wh-What would you r-r-require on the fine d-day?" John Young was going to faint. He really was. What was the matriarch of the Addams family doing here? He looked at the "thing" she was holding in her arms. It sort of resembled a baby, and he would have no problem if it wasn't for the mouth full of sharp teeth covered by a muzzle and the clawed hands clutched firmly to the head of a doll baby. He shuddered as he looked into the red flecked eyes and turned to face Lady Addams who wasn't much better. The woman was as crazy as the rest of her damned family, he had no doubt. She was cold hearted and cruel and he wanted her out of his office faster than you could say stupefy. The smirk on her face did nothing to assuage his fears.

"I would like to announce my family's blood adoption of this young one. I know it is illegal to use blood magics at this time, but there was nothing else that could be done. He was in terrible form and it needed done immediately. I'm sure you will have no problem with it?" Morticia's eyes gleamed as John sweated in his seat and pulled files from his desk.

"N-No madam. I have no problem with that at all. Just fill out these forms and no one will know other than you and m-myself. Blood adoptions are no longer il-l-legal after all, not if they are done after the official adoptions." John pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his brow. He was telling the truth. Blood adoptions were made legal just a while ago. They were the only legal branch of blood magic at the moment and they were only legal after the official adoption papers had been pulled and filled out and signed by the minister, but he would tell no one about the boy. He had no problem about keeping this particular secret. He feared what the Lady Addams would do to him if he even muttered a sound resembling the information. He shuddered and handed her the papers.

Agghhhh! Peur was going to rip off the little brat's head! He can't stand her little valley girl voice and her teddy bear loving, "lets all be nice and bake cookies" attitude! He really couldn't stand school and the little blond haired, blue eyed freak in front of him just made it official. He looked around desperately for Wednesday, but his twin was all the way across the room being chided for punching a boy in the nose. He almost cried, almost. He wouldn't though, nope. What he was going to do was pull the plastic fork from lunch out of his pocket and shove it through the throat of the stupid girl talking to him a mile a minute. He hated girls. He really hated girls. Wednesday, mother and grandmamma were alright, but any other female was a whore in his mind. They were all annoying little whores. He glared at the whore in front of him and imagined digging his claws into her sweet little stomach and ripping it out, feeding her her own intestines and watching as the life left her ugly blue eyes. Finally the last bell of the day rung out through the classroom and he grabbed his sister and got the hell out of there. As he met Pugsly out by the front entrance and Lurch opened the car for them, he looked back at the building he called hell and imagined it burnt to the ground. Ah, such sweet dreams he had. Now, if only it really would burn to the ground.

Peur chuckled darkly as he prodded the thing in front of him. It looked like some twisted form of a monkey/snake/gator animal mix-up. The ugly thing looked like a monkey with scales, claws, gator teeth, snake fangs, and a screeching-hissing voice to go along with it all. It was adorable. Now if only he could get the damned thing to stop trying to eat him.

Morticia was smiling. Not a good sign. Never a good sign really, not that Peur was worried of course. Nope, he never worried when his mother was smiling, not one bit. She wasn't scary at all when she smiled. She was fetching really. She looked better when she was thinking of something potentially painful and bloody though.

The last time Peur had seen his mother smile was when…He shuddered. Peur really didn't want to think about it, but…The last time his mother had smiled like she was now was when she told him he had to dress like a normal person. She made him wear denim and a polo shirt. It was hideous and despicable and he hated every moment of it. That was probably the reason his mother was smiling. She was going to make him do it again. He just knew it. The woman was pure evil, no doubt. He smiled as well. I was why he loved her so though. There was no doubt about that either.

Morticia had decided that the glamour on her son could be removed now that he had moved to elementary. He would be going to a magical elementary just like every other magical child in the magical world. Wednesday would be joining him so she could curb his baser instincts when needed. Unfortunately, Pugsly had moved to the grade higher, so he would be in a different class, but that was alright. She was sure her little terror would be fine. He might be a little upset that he would have to keep filing his nails. Not as short as when he was in primary school, but certainly enough as to round out the edges. She smiled as she looked upon the scowling visage of her children, school never would agree with any of them it seemed.

Vicious screeched as he watched his master duel with his sire. Those long shiny, sharp things were in their paws, acting like extra long claws as they went back and forth trying to hit each other with them. He screeched again as his master scored a hit on the sleeve of his sire and hissed in outrage as his master was soon beaten down once again. His master was only a youngling as yet, so it was expected for him to be less powerful than his sire. Vicious though, thought that his master was doing very well in catching up and bettering his skills. Soon, the youngling would pass the sire and all would be well. He was sure of it. As his master stood and talked with his father for a while, he wondered if it would be considered rude to claw the sire's eyes out for daring to raise a claw, even in training, to his master.

Peur pulled his hair as he considered the snake monkey in front of him. The damned thing had latched onto him after he found it and refused to leave. Mother had said it was his familiar and their magic had bonded. She said there was no way to be rid of the thing. He didn't mind really. It was just the fact, that no matter how many times he stuck the stupid thing in the chair, it always absorbed the electric. He scowled as his familiar did that screeching-hissing laugh he was so familiar with and grinned as it suggested playing with a few of the children in the playground down the road. He supposed Vicious could be helpful at times of boredom. He grabbed the can of flesh eating powder as walked by the cupboard. A little trip to the playground's sandbox was definitely in order.

Peur scowled and hefted his bow and arrow. That owl was so going down as soon as it hit the property line. Damned owls. He hated them. He just knew it was bringing the mail. Stupid wizarding mail. Stupid school letters. Stupid Hogwarts, and Salem, and any other stupid school that kept sending him stupid letters. Was it to much to ask to be left alone. Of course it was. No self-respecting wizard wouldn't want to go to school. That was what one of the teachers that came to visit him said, anyway. Well, as far as he was concerned, those schools could shove their letters up their arses. He wasn't filing his claws for anyone any longer. He smirked as he released his arrow and the owl let out a screech and fell into the swamp. One stupid school down, he looked at the other various owls flying in from all directions, over a hundred more to go.

Morticia smiled as she fingered the only letter that seemed to make it past her son's wrath. Peur, of course, new nothing about the letter that had come through the mailbox while he was shooting down owls, and seeing as he had rid himself of all other invitations, there was really only this school to go to. Her eyes glinted as she fingered the Hogwarts seal and the stood to take the letter to her son. She was sure he would absolutely love it.

End of Chapter

Muahahahahha! FINISHED! Yeah. This chapter was about various events throughout Peur's childhood. The next chapter will start out his first year at Hogwarts, though I haven't decided if I will make it go chapter by chapter or have the while year in the one chapter. Well, I guess you all will find out when I get the next one out, huh? Also, I am sorry this chapter took longer than I intended. I had written over half of the chapter and then I read it and absolutely hated it and had to start all over. OH! And none of you sent me any kinky ideas! How unfair! I was going to start the naughtiness next chapter buuut…I guess not since no one told me what they would like to see… You'll all learn about why Peur looks the way he does soon, too. Anyway, send me reviews! I want to know how I did! No sending reviews that just saw, AWSOME! I loved it! UPDATE SOON! I hate messages where they only say to update soon. I can't update any sooner. The updates do not depend on me. They depend on the story! When the chapter has decided it's done, then it will be updated. Simple as that. I'd like reviews on what you readers would like to see in the story. Examples arrrreeeee…tell me events, items, and things dealing with sex. My beta reader just gave me some yummy ideas, I hope you guys do too! :P anyway, till later my little readers! Hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. ^.^