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In a normal suburban street, a large home sat between two others and inside the white home was an older woman known to others as Abigail Craven. The old woman was of fair skin with fiery red hair that rested by her ears, shaggy and appearing much like a grandmother. She was a loan shark and a con artist, taking money from the rich for her own desires and wants. She had a son by the name Gordon and a daughter named Diane Craven. Unfortunately, a car accident in a snowstorm had taken the life of Diane leaving Abigail with the care for her granddaughter.

Up the stairs of this home and to the right is a white door that has a cross hanging in the middle of it. Inside the room was a seventeen year old girl sitting on her knees in front of her vanity, she hung her head low and had her hands clasped around a necklace that belonged to her mother. It was just before sunrise and the girl was surrounded by candles, her room matched the aesthetic of a fairytale princess but it was not the design that the girl desired. A gust of wind blew through the room blowing out all of the candles causing the girl to look up with a frown.

Lillith Whitley was a kind looking teenager with brunette hair that hung down to her shoulder blades, she had sweet blue downturned eyes that were often surrounded by smoky eye shadow to make the colour pop more. A round face with a nicely structured nose, pale plump lips and perfectly arched eyebrows. Lillith wore a black skater dress with long sleeves matched with her leather boots, bracelets covered her wrists and she wore a couple of rings on her fingers. She looked into the vanity mirror and frowned, she had been attempting to reach her parents through a summoning but it hadn't been a success.

"LILLIAN!!" Abigail Craven called through the home, Lillith sighed with an eye roll hearing the incorrect name that her grandmother had been adamant to use. Lillith looked at the time and her eyes widened as she reached for her bag and rushed down the stairs realising that she was going to miss the bus to school. "Your medication, dearie," Abigail told her granddaughter from the kitchen, the brunette teen frowned before trudging into the kitchen and taking the small pill from her grandmother's hand, placing it in her mouth before swallowing it. "Let me see," Abigail told her, gripping the teens cheeks tight as she checked it had been consumed.

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Walking through the hallways at school, Lillith was happy to be invisible to the world as she put her headphones on and pressed play on her walkman, classical music echoing through her head which was a more peaceful tune than the students in the halls. Lillith was drowsy, as her medication had that effect, but it wasn't enough to skip out on a day at school. She knew better than to anger her grandmother who wasn't afraid to punish the girl for her disobedience, punishments that weren't nearly as fun as Lillith wished they were.

Being outcasted was something that Lillith loved, she did get some looks based on the way she dresses and the elegant presence she held due to Abigail's strict ladylike lessons that she had received from the moment she had been taken in by the older woman. It allowed the girl to observe, she would stand in a corner with a book in hand but rather than reading, she would be watching other teenagers as they gossiped, laughed or bullied. She had heard many secrets, lies and rumours that could make or break many different people but kept it to herself; it was so thrilling to hold the power to destroy so many people and they knew nothing about it.

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Lillith sat with her arms crossed, her bag by her feet as she sat in the uncomfortable office chair across from the principal. Abigail Craven sat in the chair next to her, the stern glare in her eyes was enough evidence that Lillith would be facing consequences that would scare the living Hell out of anyone else; but it had the opposite effect on Lillith. "Mrs Craven, I can respect that it is difficult to raise a child like Miss Whitley however, her behaviour towards others has been too much for my faculty to handle," Principal Bradford spoke with a tired sigh, he looked between the two as he leaned back in his seat.

"Fights between students is not okay and yet despite the five previous warnings, Miss Whitley refuses to listen," Coach Garland spoke from where he stood next to the principal, his harsh glare on the teen. "I can understand that, Coach Garland, Principal Bradford. Lillian here has many troubles and her anger seems to be one of them. I greatly apologise for her behaviour and I am beyond grateful that you did not involve the authorities," Abigail replied to the men seductively, both sent her smiles with certain looks in their eyes. "I do ask however, what this means for my dear Lillian?" She questioned them.

"It's with a heavy heart, Mrs Craven, that I have to inform you that she has been expelled from this school. We will not tolerate her behaviour," Principal Bradford told the woman who nodded her head shortly before standing up and brushing down her designer dress. "Well, thank you for your time, gentlemen," Abigail told the two before turning to Lillith, "Let's go, now!" Lillith swallowed before she picked up her bag and stood from the chair, she watched her grandmother walk out before turning to the men and smirking, she waved teasingly at the two as she walked out. "That girl is psychotic," Coach Garland spoke with a fearful look in his eyes.

Abigail looked over to see Lillith smiling towards the two boys sitting in the nurses office, one had a black eye already forming along with multiple scratches on his face to the point you'd think that he fought a cat. The other had a broken nose and was bleeding from the crown of his head, he held an ice pack to his collarbone and he had tears falling down his face, sobs racking his body. Abigail snatched her granddaughters arm and dragged her out of the school, the tight grip on the girls arm wasn't satisfying enough so the teen attempted to pull away causing the grip around it to tighten more.

"You are a disgrace, Lillian Louise Craven," Abigail sneered making Lillith cringe, she hated the name that her grandmother used against her. "It's Lillith Persephone Whitley," Lillith corrected with attitude, Abigail stopped and turned to her with a raised hand only to lower it, remembering that she was still in public. "You will go without dinner, straight into the dark room with you tonight!" Abigail snapped quietly at the teen once they had reached the womans car, she let go of the teenagers arm and they both got in. Lillith leaned against the window with a sigh, at least she no longer would deal with school.

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"Mother?" Gordon Craven spoke as the two females walked into the home, Abigail had a dark glare on her face while Lillith yawned in pure boredom. Gordon was Abigail's son, he had pale skin and dark rings under his eyes along with dark hair. He wore a brown blazer over a sweater with some suit pants, he was slightly slouched as he looked up at his mother. "Lillian will be without dinner tonight and she will be spending plenty of time in the cell!" Abigail exclaimed as she stormed past them, her anger was polluting the space causing Gordon to lower his eyes while Lillith simply picked at the skin around her fingernails.

"What did you do?" Gordon asked the teen with worry in his eyes. While he loved his mother, he adored his niece as she was a caring soul with some strange side effects. "A couple of the jocks at school were harassing a girl and when she told them to stop, they wouldn't so I taught them lessons that they'll never forget," Lillith explained to him with a smirk before yawning again, "Now if you'd excuse me, I have a punishment to enjoy." Lillith walked down the basement stairs and approached another door, she opened it and stepped into the small dark space letting the door close behind her.

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Later that afternoon, after Tully had visited the Addams, he had made it back to his office with some defeat lurking in his expression. "Miss Bradbury! Miss Bradbury!" Tully called out but got no answer from the one he was calling. "She's gone home, Mr Alford," A voice he hadn't been expecting had replied to him. Tully looked up and saw an older woman sitting on his couch, he swallowed slowly as he recognised the face of Abigail Craven. "Oh, Mrs Craven. I was just about to call you," Tully laughed awkwardly, he cleared his throat realising how bad this situation could become.

"I'm certain you were," Abigail responded coldly, her anger from the situation earlier was still prominent. "You haven't met my son Gordon, have you, Mr Alford?" Abigail asked as Gordon appeared behind him. "Hello," Tully shakily greeted. "Is this the one, Mother? That deadbeat you mentioned?" Gordon questioned before grabbing Tully by his shirt. "No, wait, wait, wait, wait. Hold on, hold on, hold on," Tully begged and pleaded. Gordon slammed him into the wall and grabbed him by the neck as Tully pleaded, "You have to listen to me!"

"Do we, Mr Alford? And why?" Abigail questioned the man as Gordon turned Tully upside down against the wall. "Please! Hear me out! Please! Please!" Tully continued to plead, he didn't want to die to her hands. "Your call, Mother," Gordon told Abigail. "Gordon and I share a very special relationship," Abigail expressed with a smile directed at Gordon. "She's a pip!" Gordon exclaimed with a manic grin. "Refreshing, no? Down, Gordon," Abigail ordered her son. "Mother?" Gordon frowned, he wanted to play more. "Gordon!" Abigail scolded and Gordon threw Tully to the floor.

"We've lent you a considerable sum, many thousands of dollars. Payment due," Abigail stated firmly. "I don't have the money to repay you. I've tried everything!" Tully replied to her frantically. "Oh, Gordon, I want to believe him," Abigail spoke mockingly, she couldn't really care about his turmoils or troubles. "So do I," Gordon replied with a smirk. "Make me proud," Abigail told her son who moved towards Tully who began pleading. Gordon slammed Tully into a table, knocking over his briefcase which caused it to open and reveal the gold coins he had collected from Gomez Addams earlier that day.

"No, no. It's not what you think!" Tully exclaimed at the sight of Gordon and Abigail's wide eyed expressions. "He lied to us, Mother," Gordon spoke. "No, those are the doubloons for the Addams account," Tully informed them. "Addams?" Abigail questioned him. "There's more! There's a fortune but nobody can get to it. Don't you think I've tried?!" Tully exclaimed in irritation. "Have you? Have you tried hard enough? Ask him sweetheart," Abigail spoke, motioning her son to deal with the crook. "No, no, no, sweetheart. Don't ask," Tully pleaded as Gordon got closer causing Tully to get a better look at his familiar face, "Fester?" Gordon looked at him confused.

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"Who is Fester!?" Gordon asked, his eye twitched for a moment before he shook off the strange motion he felt. After heading to a motel room, Tully had found a photo of Fester Addams and passed it over to Abigail who was looking at the image with disgust. "It's unbelievable. This hideous creature and my little boy," Abigail spoke as Gordon looked at the image, without his hair, they could be twins as Tully pointed out himself. "But they're his family," Gordon growled out, "What makes you think they'll fall for it?" Tully was determined as he spoke, "You shave your head. We dress you up, no problem. They'll think he's Fester, they're long lost brother."

"I hope so, Mr Alford, for your sake," Abigail warned, her threat lurking in her tone. "Hey, I've been the Addams lawyer for years. They're morons!" Tully defended his plan to send Gordon in as their spy. "Obviously," Abigail snarked before asking, "What about the gold?" Tully sighed, "They got this vault." Gordon perked up at that, "Where?" Tully shook his head, "I'm not sure where." Gordon glared at the man, "That's a problem, isn't it?" Tully looked at him before turning to Abigail as he spoke, "Fester's been missing for twenty-five years. He and Gomez had some sort of a fight. And Gomez feels incredibly guilty about it. He'll tell you anything, just ask. It's foolproof!"

"It better be, now get out!" Abigail demanded the man. "It's gonna be great. You'll get all the money I owe you and more. You'll see, really!" Tully expressed as he swiftly exited the motel room. "This is it, Mother. The one we've been waiting for!" Gordon exclaimed with a glint of joy within his eyes. "No more loan-sharking. No more store front scams," Abigail spoke with a grin on her face. "I get the gold and we're gone," Gordon continued. "And Tully takes the wrap," Abigail said before she rested her hand against her forehead, "But Lillian... her money will mean nothing then. She'll play a part in this, she will do as she's told if she wants that money. Gordon, it's brilliant!"

"No, not Gordon," Gordon spoke with a smirk on his face. "Of course not," Abigail agreed with her own devious grin. "Fester," Gordon corrected with a slight chuckle. "How will you get Lillian on board?" Gordon asked next as they left the motel, both eager to make this plan work. "She wants nothing more than to have her inheritance to herself so I'll hold that over her head. She wants her dreams to happen, she has to do as I say," Abigail answered him with a manic chuckle, Gordon grinning at her words. He felt for the teen, no matter his loyalty to his Mother so he could only hope she wouldn't make this too difficult for them.

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Rosemary Speaks. . .

Now you've had some insight into Lillith, what do you think of her?

How do you think Wednesday will respond to the seventeen year old girl?

Some obvious changes to the movie for the sake of my own story, so enjoy!

Thoughts, Suggestions or Questions?

See you all in the next chapter!