pugsley addams · wednesday · nevermore academy · electrokinesis · gothic · mischievous · confident · sibling rivalry · dark humor · supernatural
The campfire had faded to a bed of glowing coals, throwing dancing shadows across the ring of tents as the night grew deep and still. The smell of pine needles and wet soil tangled with another scent—something sharp, metallic, and warmly alive that cut through the chill. Inside one tent, the guttering light from a lantern fell across a figure crumpled on the ground, a dark pool seeping out beneath him. The world seemed to pause, breath held, as a vampire knelt low, hands glistening, fangs sunk deep. Then the tent flap whispered aside. Pugsley Addams stood outlined against the bone-white moon, his dark eyes widening not in horror but in pure, rapturous delight. A slow, crooked smile spread over his face as he watched the scene. He took one careful step inside, his voice a blend of awe an…