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FfA fic: Days of Christmas
by Lucinda
Drusilla sighed as she wandered along the street. Lights twinkled like stars all over, only they didn't whisper secrets, instead they sang insipid songs of cheer and love and presents. She liked the parts about presents, though.
Rubbing her hands together, Drusilla began to sing. "On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a vulture in a thorn tree. On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me two naughty girls and a vulture in a thorn tree...
She ignored the fact that most of the people were edging away from her now, enjoying the night air and cheerfully singing.
"Pardon, but where did you learn that version? It's not the same as the ones that I've heard before." The woman's voice was cool and smooth, like chilled secrets.
Drusilla turned to look, and blinked in surprise. The woman was a few inches taller, and wore a close fitting black gown of beaded satin, covered with a black cloak trimmed with black fur. Her skin was pale, her hair and eyes were black, and her lips had been painted blood red. Miss Edith was shocked into silence as well.
"I do hope that I haven't alarmed you. But I was hoping that I could convince you to teach your version to my children." The woman smiled, and held out one hand, elegantly encased in long black gloves. "I'm Morticia Addams."
Remembering her manners, Drusilla took the lady's hand and curtseyed. "I'm Drusilla, and this is Miss Edith."
"Do come along, and join us for dinner. Perhaps Miss Edith can sit with Marie Antoinette, my daughter's doll." Morticia smiled, and placed her hand on Drusilla's elbow, sweeping her along with her.
They arrived in front of large, ominous house, decorated only with several strands of red lights wreathing the iron gates. The songs here were not confused, and some were slow and somber like dirges while others danced cheerfully around with knives. "You have a lovely house, Mrs. Addams."
They were joined by a solid looking boy toting a stop sign, and a very solemn looking girl with two dark braids. "Mother."
"Pugsley, Wednesday, say hello to Drusilla. She'll be joining us for dinner." Morticia smiled. "And she knows a lovely Christmas carol that I hope you two might learn."
Wednesday arched an eyebrow, her face otherwise blank as she looked at Drusilla. Pugsley winced. "Another Christmas carol? But they're so... boring."
"I think you'll find hers to be much more in keeping with the season." Morticia spoke, her arms crossing firmly.
"Yes, mother." Pugsley slumped.
Smiling at the charming boy, Drusilla began to sing again. "On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a vulture in a thorn tree. On the second day of Christmas, my true love..."
end Days of Christmas.