(⬆️What Lizzie Wearing⬆️)

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(no One POV)

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Mrs. Caven landed a harsh smack across Lizzie's cheek, making a loud skin cracking sound like lightening in treacherous storm, Lizzie landed on the floor holding her cheek, "you selfish blood sucking witch! Do you know how many girls that have begged me to get them out of that hell hole?" 

Mrs. Craven harshly spat, while Fester watched in horror, "you know why I picked you? Huh?! Not because of your manners, looks or cause I felt sorry for you," Mrs. Craven harshly grabbed Lizzie's face, lifting her up off the ground and Lizzie opens her eyes and gritted her teeth tighter, "it is because of your gift, your powers," Mrs. Craven spat, gripping Lizzie's face harder, leaving bruises on her pale cheeks and Lizzie felt her powers and eyes changed as her powers cores through her veins, she held out her hand and made a large book, fly across the room and hit Mrs. Caven in the back of the head and Mrs. Craven howled in pain, she swiftly grabbed a taser and pressed it against Lizzie's wrist.  

Lizzie felt the pain shoot through her body, she fell to the ground and started to uncontrollably spam, "Lizzie!" Fester gasped and dropped to his knees, pulling her body close to his chest, "why mother, why?" Fester whimpers.

"You will not go to the play Fester, the house will be deserted, and the vault is ours," Mrs. Craven chuckled, "soon we will have the money, and we will be far from here, a loving mother, grateful son and dead Heretic, understood?" Mrs. Craven said while gently lifting up Festers chin to look at her.

"Yes mother," Fester said gloomy. 

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Lizzie just got out of a cold shower, the electrical burn marks stung her skin, her once pure pale skin was now decorated with red and purple blotches. she then streambed down the hallway with her white long selves dress tightly wrapped around her form, she shivered slightly, feeling the cold-water droplets ooze from then ends of her hair and slither down her back. 

"You are up rather late," Lizzie jumped and saw Wednesday leaning against the wall and Lizzie replied, "so are you," as she watched Wednesday stalk towards her, Wednesday looked down at her and swiftly grabbed her wrist without breaking eye contact. 

"What happen to your wrist?" Wednesday asked while holding it close, inspecting the wound carefully and Lizzie mumbled, "it is nothing Wednesday, it is something I must have done by accident," as she trying her best to shield her welling up eyes. 

Wednesday grabbed her hand and started walking with her to the bathroom, he picked her up and sat her down on the counter, he gently touched her bare knees before her started rummage and Lizzie watched him open up the medicine cabinet and pull out an old-fashioned medic kit, Wednesday opened the metal box, with two loud clicks and pulled out some gauze and sterile pads. 

Wednesday opened a glass jar that contained a black paste, he dipped her fingers into the jar and smeared the black paste over the burns, Lizzie flinched slightly, feeling the burns start to numb with a sudden cooling sensation and Wednesday then placed the pads over the paste and wrapped it, with a generous amount gaze and Lizzie whispered, gently placing a kiss on his cheek close to his lips in appreciation, "thank you, Wednesday, i really do appreciate it." 

Wednesday blushed slightly and blinked rapidly in utter shock, he felt his hands shake and he placed his hand on his cheek, where the kiss was planted.

"I should be going to bed, thank you again Wednesday," Lizzie said softly while letting herself down from the counter, she walked out of the bathroom and back to her room, Wednesday could not help but look at her hips sway when she walked away from him, he then quickly snaped himself out of it, he groaned and put his head in his palm, gripping her ebony locks, normally he liked seeing people in pain and covered in wounds but for some unknown reason seeing Lizzie hurt made him angry? and worried?

Wednesday slowly walked down the hallway, with many thoughts racing through his head, 'he wanted to kill who ever hurt her, he knew those burns were not an accident, he wanted to make that person suffer for hurting his kitten, wait his, kitten? I mean yes, he bit her but it was only to make her squirm and flustered, did he find it cute? Why is his heart beating so fast? Why does he have a sudden urge to hold Lizzie's hand, make out with her do other things to her?' Wednesday gasped and placed his hand on his chest, feeling his heard pound in his ear, 'oh no, he is becoming smitten with her, how can this be?'

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(⬇️What Lizzie is wearing⬇️)
(The fishnet dress in under the corset dress) 

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The next day, the Addams Family walked into the local school, Wednesday pulled Lizzie along by her hand, with Pugsley closing trailing after them, Lizzie looked around, seeing the other kids projects and walked with Wednesday to the backstage of the theatre, as Morticia was talking to the teacher about Wednesday's great Aunt, "she was burned alive as a witch in 1706, they say she danced naked in the town square and enslaved a minister."

"Really?" The teacher asked in a semi mortified tone and Morticia replied smiling, "oh yes but do not worry, we have told Wednesday, college first." 

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Lizzie was helping Wednesday with is makeup, not noticing Wednesday was staring at her, she grabbed some eyeliner and lined Wednesday's eyes, giving him more of a theatrical but intense look, Wednesdays breath hitched at how close she was to him. 

"Wednesday, Lizzie and Pugsley, I have changed my mind," a voice whispered, catching their attention, to only see Fester standing there with some supplies and Wednesday said in a happy tone, "Uncle Fester."

Fester tossed them the swords and then scurried off to his seat, Lizzie smiles at Wednesday and said, "I should go back to your family and take my seat, break a leg." 

Wednesday blushed at her words and gently grabbed her chin, "I will shatter it, so my bones will be dust," Wednesday muttered not breaking eye contact, Lizzie blushed and place a kiss on the corner of Wednesdays mouth and Wednesday blushed and watched her walk away but then Pugsley decided to tossed Wednesday, "Wednesdays got a girlfriend! And you love her!" 

"Sut up! She is not my girlfriend," Wednesday snarled and Pugsley asked, smiling, "fine, then I can ask her out?'

"Do that and I will snitch your mouth shut and burry you alive," Wednesday threatened, giving Pugsley a deadly glare.