As foolish as it sounded to Larissa, she agreed to Wednesday's through plan. They were going to take down Marilyn, despite the tall woman's worries and suspicions regarding the teenager's accusations and facts Larissa couldn't even begin to comprehend.

Everything was going smoothly, but when the moment Larissa needed to reveal her true identity happened, it all took a dark turn.

She stood tall in front of the red haired woman, disappointed yet slightly guilty she couldn't bring herself to trust the rebellious Addams earlier. Marilyn laughed in her face, plunging a syringe into her delicate skin.

The blonde woman was met with a sharp sting, the needle pricked her skin. Any man could see the pain, betrayal and fear in her eyes. She fell to her knees, her back soon meeting the cold concrete as she gasped for a dash of air. The nightshade poison was spreading fast, leaving her convulsing body on the floor.

Her eyes frantically looked around, settling on the foolish black haired student that made her do this, Wednesday. She gripped her hand, foam slowly dripping down the corners of her mouth.

She wasn't going to last long. But even as she took wheezy breaths, her mind was only set on one thing. You.

With the last bit of her strength, the woman whispered your name like a small prayer, a plea for your presence.

Death scared her, like many things. And even now, she wasn't fully aware she was going to die, she refused to come to terms with vanishing, with leaving everything behind.

The room was eerie, her wheezy and shallow breaths the only sound, echoing off the thick cement walls of the faculty's basement.

It was all spinning and the blonde wasn't ready to die. Not yet. She has finally found her purpose, her dream. But as she expected, everything good has to come with a few sacrifices. All of the moments with you, the only person she's ever loved after Morticia were spiraling in her head, like a small nostalgic dream.