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Bianca Barclay didn’t know much about Tyler Galpin. But after two years of dating Xavier Thorpe, she knew enough.
Normie from Jericho High. The sheriff’s son. Arrested for assaulting Xavier on Outreach Day….an incident that ended in behavioural boot camp and court-appointed therapy.
So when Wednesday Addams arrived in town — transferred to Nevermore under the shadow of attempted murder charges — and the rumours started that she and Tyler had become an item, Bianca didn’t even blink.
To her, it made perfect sense.
A match made in heaven.
Or hell, more accurately.
The first time Bianca saw them together was at the Rave’N. Nevermore’s annual spectacle of synthetic fog, pulsing lights. Bianca had been reigning over it as she always did.
And then Wednesday Addams arrived.
Not in white, blue or silver as the dress code had outlined, but in black. Stark. Severe. Impossible to ignore.
Bianca noticed the way the room shifted.
And Tyler Galpin hovering just behind her. He didn’t belong there. Not really. Normies never did, especially those with a history of assaulting Outcasts. But he stood just close enough to Wednesday that everyone knew she had invited him.
Trust Wednesday Addams to invite the boy that would create the most outrage.
And then there was the dancing.
The room throbbed with music and coloured light, bodies standing near one another in the usual predictable swaying of teenage uncertainty and self-consciousness.
Wednesday did not participate in any of it.
She carved her own rhythm into the floor: sharp angles, abrupt jerks of her shoulders, wrists snapping with surgical precision. It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t conventional.
It should have been ridiculous. Most teenage boys would have laughed. Or at the very least, glanced around to see who was watching before distancing themselves.
Tyler didn’t. Not for a second.
He watched her as if he was watching an eclipse. No embarrassment.
Just… awestruck.
And Wednesday — unblinking and unwavering — held his gaze the entire time. She never once looked away. She stared him down with unnerving focus, movements sharpening as if in response to his attention.
Bianca had the fleeting thought that it resembled a mating ritual. Some elaborate avian performance. Wednesday the rare, severe bird, feathers metaphorically flared, daring him to retreat or step forward.
He stepped forward.
They moved as though the rest of the room had dissolved.
And Tyler, for reasons not yet clear, had been chosen.
Xavier had seen it too. Bianca hadn’t needed to look at him to know. His jealousy came off him in waves: angry, pulsating, almost embarrassingly visible.
Later, jaw tight and pride splintering, he had the audacity to ask her to siren-song him so he could forget about Wednesday.
Bianca had naturally stormed off, refusing to even entertain such an insulting request. If he couldn’t survive jealousy without magical assistance, that was hardly her responsibility.
…
It was a few weeks later when Tyler approached her at the Weathervane.
Bianca had been waiting on Lucas Walker, half-listening to the low murmur of Jericho’s evening crowd, when she felt someone hesitate near her table.
“Hey. You’re Bianca, right?”
She looked up.
Tyler stood there, one hand extended with a brown paper bag, the other hanging at his side like he wasn’t entirely certain what to do with it.
Bianca nodded once.
He shifted his weight, now clutching the bag in two hands. “Could you do me a favour? Wednesday forgot this. Could you give it back to her? Birthday gift from Enid.”
Bianca didn’t take it immediately. She studied him instead. There was something restrained in his posture. Something tight around the mouth.
“Aren’t you her boyfriend?” she asked in confusion.
The reaction was immediate. The words struck him cleanly. Pain flashed across his features before he could hide it. Like she’d pressed directly on a bruise she hadn’t known was there.
“Definitely not,” he said. Too fast. Too firm.
Bianca’s expression shifted, just slightly, to understanding. She reached out and took the bag from him.
“Sure,” she said, softer than before.
He looked almost relieved.
Bianca just shook her head faintly. She had no idea what was going on with them. At this point, she suspected no one ever would.
…
Bianca had no idea what to make of it the following week when Wednesday stood in front of the Nightshades, announcing she had discovered that Tyler was the Hyde responsible for the recent murders in Jericho.
She had appealed to the group for assistance in extracting a confession.
That night, they waited in the shadows while Wednesday lured Tyler into the woods with a note from Thing.
“I have no idea what sort of sick joke this is, Wednesday, but I’m out of here,” Tyler had said, turning to walk away.
That was Bianca’s cue. A small, almost imperceptible smile flickered across her face as she intercepted him.
“Actually no, you’re coming with us.”
Her siren song slipped quietly into his mind. Tyler’s eyes fluttered, his body going slack almost immediately.
They carried him into Xavier’s art shed, chaining him tightly to a chair that Wednesday had positioned in the middle of the space.
Bianca snapped her fingers, and Tyler slowly came to, his gaze sweeping the room in confusion. The multiple Hyde paintings glaring down at him only added to his bewilderment.
“Welcome back,” Wednesday said.
“Where am I?” Tyler asked, struggling against the chains.
“Somewhere where nobody can hear your screams,” she responded coolly.
“What’s with the chains?” he asked.
“Don’t ask stupid questions,” she said flatly.
“Wednesday, this is crazy, I’m a normie.”
“That’s only half true.”
Bianca watched, simultaneously fascinated and horrified, as Wednesday produced an old photograph of Nevermore’s fencing team and laid out her findings: Tyler’s mother had been a Hyde who attended Nevermore, and she had stolen his mother’s medical records…or rather, Thing had.
“I’m not the monster!” Tyler shouted.
“You are,” Wednesday said, unflinching. “I saw it in a vision at the Weathervane.”
“Wait, you’re basing this all off a vision you had when we kissed?” Tyler asked incredulously.
Bianca blinked. Ok, what the hell is going on with these two?
And then Wednesday started pulling weapons from her bag. A large, jagged saw first.
“Wednesday, what are you doing?” Bianca asked, voice sharp.
“Just some light torture,” Wednesday replied, pulling out a hammer. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave a mark.”
Bianca froze, violently suppressing the thought that this might be some kind of deranged foreplay and they had all become unwilling audience members.
The other Nightshades shifted uncomfortably, clearly wondering if Wednesday was serious.
There was no doubt.
“There’s only one thing Hydes respond to,” Wednesday said coldly. “Pain.”
And with that, she tased under Tyler’s neck. He screamed.
“That’s it, I’m out.”
One by one the rest of the Nightshades fled the shed, leaving only Bianca behind.
For some unknown reason, she actually tried to reason with Wednesday. “I didn’t sign up for this. Let’s just go to Weems and explain.”
“Weems won’t help. And Tyler here is always one step ahead of his father.”
Wednesday reached into her pocket and pulled out another taser, advancing toward Tyler with deliberate menace.
Bianca shook her head. “Then you’re on your own,” she said, turning to leave the shed as fast as she could. She could hear Tyler’s panicked pleas for her not to leave as Wednesday advanced, the saw, hammer, and tasers all in play.
Outside, Bianca had to stop to try and process what she had just witnessed.
She couldn’t work out if this was serious, or some kind of kinky Tuesday night role play between them…and frankly either way she didn’t want to stick around to be a part of it.
…
The most bizarre encounter occurred on the Day of the Dead.
Tyler had apparently threatened to kill both Wednesday and Enid.
Bianca could immediately catalogue at least twenty strategies that would have been more efficient, more logical, and significantly less unhinged than Wednesday’s eventual solution to the problem.
Going into hiding with Enid until nature took its course and the Hyde continued to die without a master.
Asking her to use her siren song to put Tyler to sleep while the authorities dragged him away in chains.
Hell, rallying Nevermore’s population of vampires, gorgons, shapeshifters and telekinetics and ambushing him the moment he so much as stepped foot on school grounds.
All of those options ranked somewhere between strategic and blindingly obvious.
What Wednesday ultimately chose did not appear on that list.
Instead, she used her best friend—the one she claimed she was hell-bent on saving—as bait.
To lure Tyler.
Into an abandoned church.
Bianca had stood there afterward, staring at the broken pews and the dust motes drifting lazily through stained-glass light, and tried to decide whether Wednesday Addams was operating on a level of genius the rest of them simply couldn’t comprehend…
or whether she had finally tipped clean over the edge into insanity.
And now here they all stood, as Tyler transformed into a Hyde right in front of them.
One blink he had been a boy: angry, cornered, shaking with something volatile and human. The next he was tearing through bone and sinew with a sound that would live rent-free in Bianca’s nightmares for the rest of her natural life. Limbs lengthened. Spine arched. Skin split and reshaped. The abandoned church seemed to shrink around him.
The Hyde slowly approached Enid. Who hit the ground hard in the chaos.
Wednesday, of course, did not retreat. Bianca would later reflect that this was the first sign things were about to become profoundly stupid… if they hadn’t already.
Wednesday moved behind the Hyde, a syringe glinting between her fingers. Calm. Composed. As if she were about to administer a routine vaccination rather than attempt to master a homicidal monster.
The Hyde’s head snapped sideways before she even made contact. He sensed her. His arm lashed back with brutal force.
Wednesday was swatted away like an inconvenient insect.
Bianca’s heart climbed into her throat.
Enid was still on the floor. He raised one massive claw, muscles coiling beneath warped skin, preparing to bring it down on her—
“Tyler!”
Wednesday’s voice sliced through the church. It was clear. Commanding. Amazingly steady considering the situation.
“Enough. We both know I’m who you really want.”
The claw hovered. Then lowered.
The Hyde’s attention shifted immediately. He abandoned Enid as if she had ceased to exist and began advancing on Wednesday instead. But slowly.
Bianca had never seen anything like it. It wasn’t obedience exactly, but closer to recognition.
The monster moved toward her. Wednesday rose from the ground as though he hadn’t just tossed her there and would likely do it again.
“What if I lied about my feelings?” she asked him.
Bianca blinked. I’m sorry. What?
The Hyde advanced, obviously very interested in what she was about to say. Massive and looming, until it stood directly in front of her.
“You were right,” Wednesday continued, her tone almost conversational. “I was attracted to you.”
The monster leaned down, its gigantic face lowering until it hovered centimetres from hers.
Bianca became acutely aware of several things at once:
They were in a church.
There were shattered pews arranged in something suspiciously aisle-like.
Wednesday was standing at what could generously be described as an altar.
And she was making what sounded alarmingly like vows to a six-foot-something homicidal monster, and trying to bind them together forever through a master/Hyde bond.
Of course she was.
“But we both know there’s only one way we can truly be together,” she added softly.
The Hyde loomed over her. She didn’t step back. They were face to face: bride and… whatever the hell that was.
Bianca watched in disbelief as Wednesday calmly reached onto the ground. The syringe glinted in the fractured light streaming through stained glass.
Oh no. Oh absolutely not.
Wednesday lifted it between them, the needle hovering inches from the Hyde’s exposed neck.
“Say hello to your new master.”
Bianca’s brain exited her skull.
There was no hesitation in Wednesday’s voice. No tremor. No flicker of doubt.
The Hyde didn’t recoil. It didn’t roar. It didn’t even snap at her. It leaned closer.
Bianca felt her jaw physically drop. Behind her, Ajax let out an understandable “what the fuck?”
The Hyde looked like he was going to let her do it. Like he wanted her to. Like being magically bound for the rest of his existence to a clinically unhinged goth girl was somehow an appealing life choice.
The monster’s breath rolled over Wednesday’s face. Its claws flexed…but not in resistance. In anticipation. Like it was finally exactly where it wanted to be.
Wednesday’s hand lifted higher, needle poised to pierce—
Bianca half-expected someone to ask if there were any objections.
And then—
CRASH
The stained-glass window to their left detonated inward in a violent explosion of colour and glass.
Of course.
Bianca didn’t even have time to scream before something enormous barreled through the debris.
Another Hyde.
Bianca, Enid, Bruno and the rest of the Nightshades could only stare, in complete disbelief of what they were seeing.
The second Hyde slammed into Tyler, knocking him sideways with bone-jarring force. The impact shook the floor. Pews toppled. Dust rained from the rafters. The new creature was bigger. Wilder.
It roared at Tyler before turning toward Wednesday, who had now fallen backwards to the ground, syringe still in her hand.
The second Hyde lowered its head, looming over Wednesday with unmistakable hostility. Somewhere behind her, Enid made a small, horrified noise.
Then the front doors burst open. A dark figure swept into the church with lethal grace, black fabric slicing through the dust-filled air.
Morticia Addams.
Of course it was. Because why wouldn’t Wednesday’s mother choose this exact moment to make an entrance?
Morticia didn’t hesitate.
“Francoise! We had a deal!”
Bianca’s head whipped toward her so fast she nearly lost balance. A deal? With the Hyde?
The creature standing over Wednesday with claw poised froze. Slowly, deliberately, she turned toward Morticia. Then back down to Wednesday. Then back to Morticia again. Like she was having an internal battle.
Morticia stood framed by moonlight, utterly composed despite the two towering monsters currently right by her.
The other Hyde — who was apparently called Francoise — rumbled low in her chest. She looked down at Wednesday again. For a moment, Bianca thought she might ignore Morticia entirely. Might swipe anyway.
Instead, Francoise threw back her head and released a roar that rattled stained glass.
At Tyler.
The command in it was unmistakable.
Tyler’s Hyde had just regained his footing, gaze locked between the new Hyde and on Wednesday with something dangerously close to longing, but also overwhelming confusion.
He let out a frustrated snarl that sounded almost petulant. And then, unbelievably, he backed away. He shot Wednesday one last look, something raw and conflicted flickering behind monstrous eyes, before turning and jumping through the window.
Francoise lingered. She loomed over Wednesday for one charged second longer, massive frame blocking out the fractured light. Bianca couldn’t shake the bizarre impression that she was assessing her. Then, with a final rumbling growl, the Hyde pivoted and followed Tyler out into the night.
Silence collapsed over the church.
Morticia moved. And the air changed. Gone was the composed negotiator who had just called off a Hyde with words only. What replaced her was something furious.
Her gaze locked onto Wednesday. Her eyes flicked once to the syringe still clutched in Wednesday’s hand. Bianca watched realisation dawn across Morticia’s features, then barely controlled anger.
“Wednesday. What were you thinking?!”
Wednesday, of course, didn’t look remotely apologetic. She rose to her feet, brushing dust from her uniform as if she had just concluded a mildly inconvenient task rather than nearly entering into supernatural bondage with her homicidal ex almost-boyfriend.
There was a moment’s pause and recalibration in Wednesday’s expression. A connection clicking into place.
“You called her Francoise. Was that Tyler’s mother?”
Morticia confirmed it without hesitation.
Tyler’s mother was a Hyde. Very much alive.
And apparently on a first-name basis with Morticia Addams.
The weirdness, which Bianca had previously believed had peaked at “impromptu monster wedding,” now expanded into entirely new territory.
Bianca’s brain made one last, valiant attempt to process the implications and then simply gave up.
Wednesday had, with full clarity and zero hesitation, tried to bind herself to a homicidal Hyde through a master bond for the rest of her natural life. And Tyler—towering, clawed, monstrous Tyler—had looked ready to let her.
If their mothers hadn’t burst in like furious gothic chaperones interrupting the weirdest ceremony in supernatural history, Wednesday Addams might currently be mystically tethered to the boy who had threatened to kill her.
Bianca stared at the shattered window, then at Wednesday, then at Morticia.
The Day of the Dead, indeed.
Because reason had clearly already died.
…
Bianca had definitely not believed Wednesday when she was insistent that Tyler was “nothing more than a tracker”.
And on a cold winter afternoon at the Hyde colony, in the midst of an impending werewolf attack, she remembered why.
Bianca had not meant to witness any of it.
She’d stepped off the path because she’d heard raised voices. Tension. That dark crackle that always seemed to follow Wednesday Addams around.
She had expected an argument. Possibly a threat. At most, a blade.
She had not expected to see Wednesday and Tyler, lip to lip, engaging in a heated kiss at the edge of the forest.
Bianca froze behind the line of trees before stepping forward deliberately to announce her presence. She cleared her throat, slow and theatrical.
“Well, well, well.”
The effect was immediate. Wednesday’s eyes snapped open first. Cold. Assessing. Calculating how much had been seen.
Tyler, by contrast, took a full half-second longer to process. His mouth was still at her throat, hand firm at her thigh, like he had absolutely no intention of relinquishing his position anytime soon.
Bianca folded her arms loosely, one brow arching as she took in the scene without even pretending to be flustered.
Wednesday disentangled herself, attempting to look composed but failing miserably. Legs unwrapping. Coat smoothing. Braid tightening. As if she hadn’t just been suspended against a tree while kissing a Hyde like she meant to devour him.
Tyler looked significantly less composed. Hair messy. Mouth swollen. Breathing uneven.
Bianca’s gaze drifted between them. She couldn’t help smirking.
“If you two are done,” she drawled, amusement threading every syllable, “Capri asked me to gather everyone in the community hall to discuss this whole werewolf attack situation.” Her eyes dipped meaningfully to Wednesday’s mouth. Then to Tyler’s. “In case you forgot.”
Wednesday’s glare could have flayed skin.
Bianca smiled sweetly. Oh this was too fun.
Wednesday inhaled once. “That,” she said, voice flat, “is precisely why I came to find Tyler.”
Bianca’s smirk widened. She knew this was absolutely torturing Wednesday… and not in the way she enjoyed.
“Oh, I’m very happy to see that you found him,” Bianca let the words linger, perfectly timed for maximum effect. “… And his mouth.”
She heard Tyler cough under his breath.
Wednesday glared at her as if she really thought she was capable of killing her with her gaze. Her expression smoothed into composure. “If you have concluded your observational commentary, Bianca,” she said evenly, stepping past her, “lead the way.”
Bianca tilted her head, studying them like a particularly entertaining experiment. “Oh, please,” she said lightly. “You have to promise I can be present when Enid comes back and sees that this—” she gestured lazily between Wednesday and Tyler, fingers circling the air like framing a painting, “…whatever it is, is happening again. She’s going to lose it.”
Bianca let her smirk linger for a second longer just to really mess with Wednesday, before pivoting and continuing down the path in front of them. She heard them saying something to one another, but she walked further ahead to give them some privacy. She had tortured them enough for one day.
Behind her, she could hear the faint shuffle of Tyler’s boots and the almost imperceptible sigh of Wednesday’s controlled exhale as they stopped talking and caught up with her.
Bianca smirked. Oh, she was so going to need a front-row seat when Enid returned.
Because this…this was only the beginning.