[Note: I had ideas of different Vampire covens, all of them are from different bloodlines like Dagon(Blade), Vladislaus ( Van Helsing), Bathory (Fright Night 2), maybe even Corvinus, Remmick, Adam & Vadoma (Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter)...etc.]
The front gate of Nevermore Academy loomed tall under the pale afternoon light. Morticia, Gomez, and Pugsley stood beside the black limo while Wednesday and Aleksander approached down the cobblestone path.
Aleksander kept silent, hands in his pockets, mostly there to see the family drama play out.
Gomez's face lit up as soon as Wednesday drew near. "Look at you, my little death trap!" he said warmly. "Seeing that uniform brings back so many terrible memories, doesn't it, Tish?"
Morticia's crimson smile deepened with nostalgia. "Every dreadful one," she said, voice low and silken.
Aleksander could feel the emotions rolling off Gomez—nostalgia, pride, regret—all blending together in unfiltered sincerity.
Then Morticia stepped forward and looked from her husband to her daughter. "Why don't you boys wait in the car? Wednesday and I need a moment."
Aleksander took a few steps back, pretending to examine the iron gate. Morticia gave him a brief, knowing smile.Pugsley hurried to hug his sister. She stood stiff, her face expressionless.
"Pugsley, you're soft and weak," she said flatly. "You'll never survive without me. I give you two months tops."
"I'm gonna miss you too, sis," he replied, unfazed.
Pugsley offered a handshake to Aleksander, who took it.
"You'll be coming here soon too," Aleksander said.
Pugsley smiled and climbed into the limo with Gomez.
Morticia turned back to Wednesday, her expression shifting from elegance to firm authority. "Any plans you have of running away end right now. I've alerted the entire family. The moment you show up at their door, they'll call me."
Wednesday didn't blink. "As usual, you underestimate me, Mother. I will escape this educational penitentiary—and you will never hear from me again."
Aleksander muttered under his breath, "First part true, second part is a lie."
Wednesday shot him a sharp glare. Aleksander avoided her gaze, innocently whistling.
Morticia, however, smiled faintly, amusement flickering behind her calm eyes. "You are a brilliant girl, Wednesday," she said softly. "But sometimes you get in your own way. I'm sure you'll grow to love Nevermore as I did."
She reached into her purse and pulled out a small box. "I got you a little something."She revealed a pendant—polished obsidian, shaped as a "W" that could spin into an "M."
"'W' and 'M,' our initials," Morticia explained. "Obsidian—the stone Aztec priests used to conjure visions. It's a reminder of our connection."
Wednesday studied it carefully, then looked up, unimpressed. "Which one of your spirits suggested this toe-curling tchotchke? I'm not you, Mother. I will never fall in love or be a housewife or have a family."
The comment stung, though Morticia's composure didn't falter. "I'm told girls your age can say hurtful things," she replied calmly. "I'm learning not to take them to heart."
Aleksander exhaled through his nose and muttered just loud enough, "She's lying. Her emotions are all over. She likes the gift."
Wednesday turned to him with a death glare, jaw tightening, but said nothing.
Aleksander kept his eyes on the gate, pretending not to notice.Morticia's expression softened with understanding; she saw past her daughter's defiance.
"Lurch," she said gently, turning to the towering figure holding the crystal ball case, "the crystal ball, please."Lurch handed her the box, then returned to the car.
Morticia offered it to Wednesday. "We can't talk during your first week while you're settling in," she said. "We'll call you next Sunday."
Wednesday accepted it silently, and Morticia gave her one last smile before stepping into the limo.As the car pulled away, Wednesday stood motionless, her fingers brushing the obsidian pendant.
For a moment, her face softened—barely noticeable.Aleksander watched her closely. "Why don't you just talk to her?" he said quietly. "No need for all this drama."
Wednesday turned sharply, attempting to punch him, but Aleksander vanished before she could connect, leaving only the faint echo of a chuckle in the air.
While in woods from a distance from Nevermore, Ethan Hanson had come to Vermont for a weekend hike. He wore standard hiking gear—a backpack, vest, and durable boots. Locals had warned him about the Outcasts, but he thought it was just backwoods superstition.
He walked deeper into the forest and began setting up camp when a low growl broke the quiet. It was deep and guttural, unlike any animal he'd heard before. His flashlight caught a pale, distorted figure moving between the trees.
A few minutes earlier, Stitch had been bounding through the forest, leaping between branches with ease. His ears twitched and nose flared—something nearby smelled dangerous. His enhanced senses picked up two scents: a human and something else, sharp and foul like decay.He spotted the creature closing in on Ethan and dropped from the trees. With a burst of speed, Stitch tackled the monster away from the hiker.
The creature hit the ground, snarling. Its gray-white skin clung tightly to its bones, its limbs long and twisted. Dark claws snapped against the dirt as it pulled itself up again, back hunched and eyes sunken.
Stitch bared his teeth, crouched low, and let out a growl of his own. His eyes glinted with excitement."Feeboogoo," he muttered, ready for a fight.
Hyde lunged first, swiping with his long, sharp claws. Stitch sidestepped and grabbed Hyde's wrist mid-swing. With surprising strength, he twisted the arm and used the momentum to flip Hyde over his shoulder. The creature crashed into the dirt, sending leaves scattering.Stitch darted forward before Hyde could stand. His claws flashed as he struck in quick, controlled bursts—precise hits to the shoulder and side. Hyde roared in pain and swung wildly, but Stitch slipped past each attack, almost playing with him.
"Bad monster," Stitch said, ears flicking back as he grabbed Hyde by the neck and slammed him into a tree trunk. The impact shook loose a few branches.Hyde staggered, trying to shove Stitch away, but the alien barely budged.
Stitch leaped up, landed on Hyde's chest, and pounded down with his fists. Each hit drove Hyde deeper into the soft ground.Snarling, Hyde tried one last strike, snapping at Stitch with jagged teeth. Stitch caught the creature's jaw with one hand and forced it shut. Then, pushing off its face, he flipped backward, landed on all fours, and let out a sharp bark of triumph.Hyde struggled to stand, trembling and dazed. Stitch tilted his head, eyes glowing faintly blue in the dark.
"Go home," he said flatly. "Stitch win."
Hyde was overwhelmed by fear that it ran away, beaten.
Stitch saw Ethan was knocked out, he fainted of fear. He sniffed the air once, made sure Ethan was safe, and just as Stitch turned to leave, a raven landed on a nearby branch and let out a sharp caw.
The bird cocked its head and spoke in a scratchy voice, "You blue idiot, Master is worried about you. Return back immediately."
Stitch scrunched his nose and let out a low growl, obviously annoyed. But after a pause, he glanced back toward the trees. He knew Aleksander didn't send messages for nothing.
"Fine," Stitch muttered, still frowning. He shot one last glare at the raven, then took off into the forest at a fast, four-legged run, then disappeared back into the forest canopy with a single effortless leap.