#daughger

Bianka Barclay was a strong willed woman. She didn't take shit from no one. She refused to pushed around or bullied. That's what made her such a good lawyer. She knew what she wanted and how to get. She was world renowned, everyone a piece of the monopoly.

Dolores means 'sorrows', stemming from 'dolor' which is pain. Her mamá named her Dolores, she had a knack for the mundane, so she gave Willow the middle name Dolores.

Wednesday Addams was filled with dread, woe, and melancholy. She hated being underestimated and hated not working. She refused to let something slip through her fingers, behind a pawn in someone else's game. That's why she was an investigator for her wife, Bianka.

Willow Dolores Addams hated herself and her name. She felt the way the others looked at her, expecting to be some courageous hero. Someone who becomes an advocate, a lawyer, investigator, politician or journalist. The weight of the world was heavy; and she knew why was to come.

Her dreams haunted her, whispering of what was to come. Wednesday Addams is a psychic, Bianka Barclay is a siren. But Willow? She could see the future. She could see what was to come based off the decisions people made. She was special. Like a variant of her mother and grandmother's power. But she couldn't see the past or what she wanted to see. She saw the way the world was. 

So Willow didn't sleep. She could go without sleep for days, she refused. If she did, the fire of her visions were lick at her eyelids and force themselves on her. Like a predictor ready to pounce. Willow didn't tell her mother about her fire-like visions. She warned people, and how they would get what happened if the didn't choose another path. But they didn't listen to her.

Willow wouldn't be successful or happy in this life. She was a version of Cassandra of Troy. She wanted to fall into the resorts and save herself. She wanted to fall way down, under the ground. Into the depths of hell, or hadestown.

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WILLOW was walking through the huge manor, the one her mothers owned and bought before she was born. It was cascading in blacks, grey, white, dark blue and little teal accents here and there. It was a combination of her family's preferred pallets. Carrying a bowl of water, a vision came to her like a moth to a flame. Willow's eyes went wide and the bowl of water shattered, water splattering all over the floor.

A boy; he couldn't be older than sixteen scowled at her. "This is all your fault." The boy hissed at someone, Willow presumed it was herself.

"You're the one that got us into this, stick situation." Willow calmly spoke, she didn't say anything more.

"What are you going to do about it, my love." Willow had never felt the term 'my love' used in such a condescending tone.

"Your dick will be so far up your ass that the next time you get hard, you'll have your own ass plug." Willow gave an almost spoke as the boy tensed and stared at her.

"What the fuck, Addams." The boy almost shivered.

Willow shook her head. She had an itching feeling, that she might have found herself a worthy rival.

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Willow sat in the back of the class, she was in botany class at Nevermore (which both her parents insisted she went. No matter how much she protested against going, but she had 'no other option' apparently). It was rather boring and Willow hated the class more then anything. "Addams." The teacher, Doctor Star (a woman fawn like features) pointed at the board. "Would you care to answer? Since your nails are far more important than my class."

"That's a ghost plant also known as the monotropa uniflora. It is a herbaceous, parasitic, non-photosynthesizing, perennial plant. It's native to temperate regions of Asia, North America and the northern part of South America." Willow continued to file her nails, her feet on the desk.

Willow heard a scoff, and she saw that Ellis Roswell scoff. "Everyone knows that, Addams. Just because your parents are famous, doesn't mean that you are better than everyone else."

"Well I am better than everyone else, Roswell." Willow took her feet off the desk and leaned over the desk and gave him a condescending smirk. "Do you think you can do better than me?"

"Oh I know I can, Addams." Ellis turned around from his spot at his desk and smirked. "The ghost plant or Monotropa uniflora is named this because "Monotropa" is Greek for "one turn" and "uniflora" is Latin for "one flowered" as there is one sharply curved stem for each single flower. Monotropa uniflora is commonly found growing in clumps of two or more, with its fungi nearby." Ellis sounded confident.

"Congratulations you're able to read a Wikipedia page. Maybe you should use that invaluable resource to learn to get a girlfriend." Willow snarked as Ellis launched himself out of his seat and at Willow. It wasn't income for the two to be seen fist fighting. Ellis through the first punch, Willow knew she could get away with hitting him since he hit her first. Willow threw him off of her and started to punch him in all the areas that were venerable.

"Miss Addams! Mr. Roswell, stop that this instant. Miss Addams and Mr Roswell, Principal Caspian's office now." Doctor Star screeched, as the two didn't stop fighting. "Now!" She yelled and two students (a senior named Yoko and a junior named Frankie) pulled them off of one another. Both students pushed Willow and Ellis out the door. "I will be escorting you both. You are animals I tell you, animals." Doctor Star muttered under her breath. "The rest of the class dismissed. The homework is writing a three page essay on the ghost plant."  Doctor start had one hand wrapped around Ellis' upper arm and the other was like a shackle around Willow's wrist. 

"Principal Caspian." Doctor Star slammed the door opened and tossed both of the teenagers in. "These two were fighting again." Principal Caspian looked over both the teens, he assumed since Ellis was the one covered in bruises and scratches that he had lost, Willow didn't have scrape on her. 

"You are free to go, Rose." Principal Caspian dismissed the teacher and stared at both of the students, who were sitting like pouting toddlers in the huge desk chairs. Neither looked at one another and they refused to talk. "Alright, who threw the first punch?"

"Ellis through the first punch." Willow grumbled she would be on momma's shit list for getting into a fight (her mamá on the other hand might not be angry, she'll probably just asked if she won).

"Is this true, Mr. Roswell?" Principal Caspian looked at Ellis who mumbled something along the lines of 'yes'. Principal Caspian sighed and sat down in his chair. "You both need to stop fighting, both of you have a month's detention and-"

"A month!" Ellis stood up, out raged. Willow grumbled about his yelling, and how grumbled how they could all hear him crystal clear without him needing to strain his vocal cords.

"Shut up, Roswell." Willow mumbled and she felt a migraine coming. She didn't want to have to deal with his overly dramatic behavior and loud voice.

"Like you can tell me what to do, Addams." Ellis sneered as he walked over to Willow. His emotions all over the place. 

"Here go again. Both of you stop it..." the principal's pleas fell to deaf ears. Willow mistakenly threw her hand into Ellis' face and with a rage, they felt the world shift. Spinning and they were falling down.

Down, down, down. They landed with a grunt on the floor. In the very same office they were just in.

Willow stared up at the woman with white hair, blue eyes and blood red lipstick that looked ugly with her skin tone. She stood up and grabbed Ellis grabbed by his collar and hoisted him up. They were where their Nevermore uniforms, so they were a students. But not from the here and now. Willow's uniform more fashionable with self-made cuts and little personal touches. Ellis' uniform was perfect, ironed and never moved, it was perfect. There were no stripes on either of the uniforms but they were purple. 

Ellis scowled at her, it made Willow smirk. The only putting she liked to push were Ellis' and big red ones that start the inferno of people's insecurity. "This is all your fault." He hissed at Willow who didn't have any other expression. She put on a façade that could mirror her mamá's monotone expression.

"You're the one that got us into this, stick situation." Willow calmly spoke, she didn't say anything more. She was waiting for a prime moment to fuck with him.

"And what are you going to do about it? My love." Willow had never felt the term 'my love' used in such a condescending tone.

"Your dick will be so far up your ass that the next time you get hard, you'll have your own ass plug." Willow had learned insults from the best, of the best. Bianka Barclay. But she learned how to threaten by someone who you believe would go through with it. Wednesdays Addams. She was a perfect combination of them. Deadly and beautiful.

"Only if you fuck me before." Ellis gave a condisending smile as Willow simply leaned over to his ear and spoke quietly enough for him to hear.

"You were born with three hundred and sixty-nine bones, they met shed and now you only have two hundred and six, I'll give you some back if you don't shut the fuck up." Willow truly was her mamá's daughter. She didn't say anything else she only stared at the principal (or well she assumed it was the principal).

"Well." The woman started. "It seems you've made a powerful first impression. I'm assuming you both are outcasts?"

"Yes, I'm clairvoyant and he's deadly stupid." Willow gave a sarcastic grin that made her look like her momma.

"I have a 4.5 GPA." Ellis glared as Willow rolled her eyes, it was very high per her own standers.

"I have a 5.2" Willow gloated as Ellis started to practically vibrate with anger.