Morticia is a rebel and an absolute menace to those around her. She had already caused a riot in Sappho's academy. It was annoyingly so, but she understood. Morticia was the first villain picked to attend the school, seeing as her father was not exactly evil. He just wanted gold, and anyone could get behind that, couldn't they? But each time, Peter Pan would stop him. Bummer, in a sick twisted fairytale, Morticia also couldn't get what she wanted and when she wanted it.

Such as you. The daughter of sleeping beauty, hexed and cursed by Maleficent. Morticia and you had so much in common, that you both technically didn't play by the rules. You were Morticia's first mate, girlfriend and everything in between. You always sneaked off during the night to see one another, used magic wands as...wands for sex, and so much more. Still, Morticia had to keep up her appearance as a deceitful villain who hung around Avery, the sister of Ursula and Avery's goons.

Sometimes Morticia would find it funny when Avery embarrassed stuck-up princesses or those with a royal status who did no wrong. That was until Avery picked on you, Morticia's favorite girl. Towards the villains, you were always the butt of the joke. And god did it tick the pirate off. So much so, that Morticia got one thing Avery wanted the most. Respect. Respect from the teachers, staff, and students. In everyone's eyes Morticia was an innocent darling girl whose father was only a villain. But underneath it all, was a thief just like her father plotting her revenge against Avery.

It wasn't quite usual for villains to hate each other, but they still did.

Slippin' through the shadows, Morticia listened into your bedroom yearning for your touch again. It was strictly against the code of conduct to go in anyone's dorm after nightfall but Morticia didn't exactly care. What was the worst that could happen? Her father, Captain Hook finds out. He also had an appetite for destruction, to breaking rules. So he'd just brush it off, unlike most villains Captain James Hook, Morticia's father, didn't care much about what she did as long as she was safe, stealing, and bringing back the gold he didn't care.

Slowly Morticia walked in, seeing your dorm-mate, Cecelia, daughter of Cinderella, fast asleep in their pink bed. Quietly, using her stealth skills from growing up she closed the door and made her way to you, laying on your bed. It was criminally quiet how Morticia was always able to remain silent through the darkness of the night. "Shhh, shh, princess it's just wee lil ol' me," Morticia whispered, laying beside you and wrapping her muscular arms around you.