Hell's Fallen Angels -TEASER-

Name: Morticia Wednesday Addams
Age: 19
Religion: Wicca
Height: 5'6"
Hair style/color: Straight mid back length and black. It's also layered.
Eye Color: Cobalt blue
Body shape: A slender Hourglass figure, not too big and not too small.
Clothing Style: A mixture of punk rock with goth and slight lolita.
Hobbies: Drawing, designing clothes, writing, cooking (not very gifted at baking though), sewing, making her own clothes, making new spells, and making props for her mom's 24/7 Halloween shop.
Personality: Friendly, easy going, shy at first or a little distant, and slightly talkative (but not on Kym's level).
Birthday: October 13th

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Name (First Middle Last): Kymber Lynn Jones (goes by Kym)
Age: 19
Height: 5 foot 9 and a half (or just 5 foot 9)
Hair style/color: That hair style (so pretty much short, shaggy blonde hair with sky blue chunks in it)
Clothing Style: Punk rock kind of style (she loves shopping at Hot Topic) skinny jeans, band shirts, fingerless gloves, that kind of stuff
Hobbies: Loves to draw, likes to bake sweets(mostly cake, cupcakes, and brownies)
Skills: She's an artist, she plays bass
Eye Color: Hazel
Personality: Friendly, can be a spaz sometimes, shy around people she doesn't know but gets more talkative as she gets to know them.
Religion: Christian
Birthday: August 14th
Body Shape (so I can explain how she looks): Slim and curvy

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Name: Jaime Taylor
Age: 19-ish.
Nationallity: British, though she moved to America (which is where I'm assuming this fic is set) five or six years ago.
Religion: None, but is a bit of a hippie so may hold a sort of respect for mother earth.
Height: 5'3"
Hair style/color: Wild, braided in places, and a deep auburn colour.
Eye Color: Brown
Body shape: Curvy xD
Clothing Style: A an odd combination of hippie meets goth meets punk.
Hobbies: Horseback riding and collecting/drinking different types of tea (She bloody loves tea). Also likes drawing/painting.
Personality: Happy-go-lucky, friendly and laid-back. Has a tendency to be a bit odd and kooky, especially since she believes tea can be the solution to world peace (no one lets her rant long enough for her to explain this theory though)
Birthday: Jan 31st

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"Morticia Wednesday Addams, mind looking after the front of the store?" asked my Mother. I nodded as I dusted off the short skirt of my Wednesday Addams costume while fixing my knee highs. Grabbing my book bag I went to the front and sat down on a stool behind the counter. With a quick look around I opened up a notebook and plugged myself in. Black Veil Brides Sweet Blasphemy played. I lipped the words as I sat to work on the fake suicide note that my friends were going to use at the big Halloween fest that was coming up. We were in charge of the Haunted Street and Meadow where some huge band was going to play at.

I got up and moved over to the shelves, grabbing a bottle of fake blood as I went back to the note. Uncorking the bottle I just poured it on the paper and old fashion quill pen. I placed my iTouch on the iPod deck and played Hello My Hate by Black Veil Brides. The song echoed around the empty shop as I went back to work. Re-corking the bottle I set it off to the side as I went to work on the 'poison'. Turning the strobe and black lights on the whole store was dark. I didn't even hear the door chime open.

"Hello?" a strange voice asked. I screamed and jumped high in the air, turning off the music and flipping the lights on. The person just started laughing. After a bit they had calmed down.

+Unknown Point of View+

I stopped laughing as I looked at the beautiful young woman standing behind the counter. She looked a lot like Miss Bambi, a famous female tattooist, except for the cobalt blue eyes and skin tone. The young woman in front of me was on the pale side as well. She was wearing a form fitting, sexy, adult version of Wednesday Addams' outfit.

"Morticia, are you okay sweety?" an older version of the young woman walked out from the back. "I heard you scream and the music go off."

"Oh. My. Fucking. God! You're Andrew Biersack from Black Veil Brides!" the woman, now known as Morticia, pointed at me with a shocked face. I laughed again.

"I go by Andy, but yea, that's me." I smiled at her. She blushed lightly and turned around, going back to work. "I came here cause I heard I could get a great deal on personalize body paint." Morticia's spine stiffened.

"Oh, you're talking about the secret mixture that only an Addams could make," the older woman rested her hands on her daughter's shoulders. "And no one can make it better than Tish."

"Mom! I have to make the props for Haunted Street and Meadow!" she argued. I turned as the doors opened to show a teen-aged boy around seventeen walking in wearing a suit.

"Tish!" the boy shouted and took her hand, trying to trail kisses up her arm.

"Shut it James. You're not my Gomez..." Morticia crossed her arms under her breasts.

"Unless you wanna end up like my Chucky doll, I suggest you stop." The kid looked up in the corner. I followed his line of sight to see the Child's Play doll, Chucky, nailed to the wall with thick, heavy duty, long nails. One through the head, one in the heart, and one in each hand. And it also looked like someone started melting its off face.

"Uh... I think I'll pass on that." He cringed away. "I rather not die a horrible death like that doll."

"Good," Morticia turned around and went to work on something or other. "What kind of paint is it that you need?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at me.

"I don't really know for sure. The guys just wanted me to pick up a few bottles seeing as we're running low." She sighed and pulled me over behind the counter. James and her mother had long since left.

"Let me see your hand then," I gave it to her as she pulled out a few bottles of black paint and a small brush. "Here's a few samples of pre-made paint from a few days ago. I'm just going to make little dashes on your hand and you can tell me which one you like best. Then we can continue from there..." she unscrewed the caps and dipped the tip in, running small lines along the back of my hand. My focus was on how soft her hands were.

"Seems like you know what you're doing..."

"My Aunt does make-up and hair for movies in Hollywood. She just taught me what I needed to know..." Morticia didn't even bother to look up at me.