Goth Meets Glam

Chapter 1

Author's note 

Hello, everyone!!! This is a fic about Wendnesday Addams and Bianca Barclay that I, for some reason, suddenly wanted to write at 3:30 in the morning. Be warned, English is not my first language and I am sleep deprived so I don't have any control over what I create. This is going to be a short fic with a few chapters so don't expect much. Thank you for reading this. 

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"You shall suffer the same fate you bequeathed me," Crackstone, who had just risen from the dead only moments ago, pulled out a dagger and within milliseconds, thrusted it into Wednesday's abdomen. "Now burn in the eternal fires of hell," he said, twisting the knife as Wednesday stumbled and grunted. "Where you belong." Wednesday slowly slide down onto the floor, leaning against a huge pillar, clutching the knife in her stomach. Crackstone and Laurel both leave Wednesday and set off for Nevermore to rid the world of outcasts.

The raven-haired girl always welcomed death. On all her birthdays, she would suffer through every single birthday celebration and her only source of tolerance was from the fact that she knew she was closer to death every year. However, as she was in a heap on the floor of Crackstone's crypt, she couldn't bare to die, she couldn't bare to lose to a century-old corpse, she couldn't bare the thought of that century-old corpse harming any of her friends, classmates, or, hell, teachers back at Nevermore, and she could not bare that Tyler would still be on the loose, after he betrayed her, betrayed her trust. No. She had to live through this. 

Then, she heard a faint, ghostly voice speaking her name, "Wednesday." She opened her eyes and there she stood, or rather, floated, Goody Addams, her ancestor that killed Crackstone. "Are you here to take me to the other side?" Wednesday asked.

"Listen, Crackstone must be stabbed through his black heart. It is the only way he will be vanquished now and forever."

"Is your spectral vision impaired? I'm dying." Wednesday gave herself an inward laugh, even though she was near the brink of death, she could still give snarky retorts.

"Your necklace. It's a powerful talisman." Goody explained.

Wednesday thought back to when Morticia gave her the necklace on her first day at Nevermore, "My mother told me it was for conjuring visions." 

"It is also a conduit for conjuring spirits. It will allow me to pass through you and heal you.  Just know, once I do, you will never see me again." Goody gently told her. Wednesday took out her necklace, looked between it and Goody, and Wednesday silently agreed to do it. Goody nodded once, braced Wednesday by holding her hand and pull out the knife, applying pressure to the stab wound. 

Wednesday felt a surge of power running through her veins. She saw her hand lit up and saw Goody dive into her. Without warning, she gasped and sat forward, as if she didn't get stabbed or brutally hit on the head with a shovel. She saw her wounds close up and the blood disappear. 

After catching her breath for a few moments, she got up, steadied herself and ran out as fast as she could. She knew that everyone at Nevermore were in danger and that Crackstone might be at the school now. She quickly stopped in her tracks when a tall, young man stepped out from behind a tree, Tyler Galpin a.k.a. The Hyde. 

"Laurel said you were dead," he said with his usual charming smile, the smile that Wednesday fell for, even though she thought herself above that. She now knew that that smile was not charming, it was horrifyingly evil. 

"I'm feeling much better now," she replied, tone calm and controlled. 

"You're like a cockroach," 

"Please, flattery will get you nowhere,"