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Morticia Frump sat in the back of the family car with her hands folded neatly on her lap. Her mother, Mrs. Frump, was adjusting her sister Ophelia’s hair. She chastised her, telling her that she couldn’t have it up in silly braids during the funeral. Her sister pouted and squirmed but didn’t fight, letting her put it up into a more sensible bun. 

Her sister had also been unhappy that she had to wear black, and after some whining had managed to find a compromise. She was in a knee length black dress with a white collar and a purple crystal necklace. Her tights were also white and she had on black heels, while Morticia herself wore a tight black dress with long hanging sleeves and as low a neckline as her mother would allow. Her hair was falling over her shoulders in long black waves but her mother hardly noticed. 

She didn’t know who’s funeral it was, she just knew that her mother was planning something. She could tell by the way she seemed a bit too eager on the phone when they’d been invited. She was always declaring Ophelia to be “the pick of the season” and by the way her eyes shined? She definitely thought that she had found a match worthy enough for her “beautiful and talented daughter.” Not that Morticia didn’t think that her sister was any of these things, she was just getting tired of her mother saying it. 

The car came to a sudden stop and her mother ushered them out of the car and onto a gravel driveway. The house before them was large and imposing, with dead plants all around, dirtied windows, a slanted roof, and a fountain that smelled absolutely foul. It was the gloomiest place she’d ever seen, and she liked it immediately. 

It was perfect weather for a funeral too, overcast with a slight chill in the air. Her mother was arguing with Ophelia about something behind her and they didn’t notice when a very tall man with one white eye and flat black hair on top of his head approached them. He offered her an arm “May I escort you?” He said in a deep voice. Her sister jumped but she smiled “Lead the way please.”

The funeral was taking place in the backyard of the house, which was an incredibly large graveyard. There were tombstones of every kind, statues, mausoleums, large urns that she suspected to hold ashes, and crooked trees that hardly provided any shade. She smiled a little, this was an enchanting place. 

The body was already in the ground, right in the middle of the graveyard, with dozens of people in black standing all around the open hole. Her mother pushed them forwards until they were through the crowd and at the edge. The casket, oddly enough, was open, as if no one had bothered to close it yet. She didn’t look at the corpse though, at that face set in perfect slumber before it would be hidden by layers of dirt. No. She was focused on a man standing on the other side of the hole. 

He was wearing a pinstriped suit and his dark hair was slicked back out of his eyes, his wonderfully dark eyes. He caught her staring and smiled, a little unhinged, at her. It quirked his mustache up in such an adorable way. She couldn’t help but smile back, a grin spreading across her face as she studied his stocky build and pleasant features. Who was he? And could she meet him?

There must have been someone saying something because before she knew it, the casket was shut, the body was buried, and the man standing across the hole was gone. Lost in a crowd that looked like a murder of ravens. It would have been silly to say that her heart ached, for she didn’t know him at all, but it did all of the same. 

“Frump!” An old woman said, gray hair frizzy and sticking up in all directions. She was wearing a necklace of bones and had her hands out to her much taller mother, who leaned down to hug her. “How are you dear? Cooped up in that big house with those two boys of yours… however do you do it?”

”Chainsaws.” The woman said with a laugh, before noticing her sister. “And who’s this lovely creature?”

“This is my daughter Ophelia..come now dear say hello to Mrs. Addams.”

Ophelia, who’d managed to get her long white hair loose from the bun, shook her hand vigorously. “Hello!”

”Is she the one we talked about for Gomez?”

Her mothers fingers seemed to dig into Ophelia’s shoulders “Yes! Where is your handsome son?”

Mrs. Addams gestured over to a table a few feet away that had all kinds of snacks, she couldn’t see who this “Gomez” was but luckily she didn’t have strain her eyes through a sea of black because she called out for him, and breaking through that crowd was the very same man that she’d seen staring at her earlier. Her heart dropped. 

“Yes ma?” He asked, not looking at her. Mrs. Addams smiled, she was missing a few teeth. “This is Ophelia.” She took her sisters hand and she brightened at the sight of Gomez. “Go show her to the snack table.”

He took Ophelia with no complaint, though as he walked by her he did spare her a glance and she couldn’t help her little gasp. Such a charming man he was, it was too bad that Ophelia would be the one to marry him. She almost sighed, but being wistful would get her nowhere.

Quite suddenly, Mrs. Addams seemed to notice her existence and she was grabbing her pale slender hands in her own gnarled and old ones. She was smiling brilliantly at her. “You must be Morticia! Yes I’ve heard of you, your mother talks about your green thumb. You look so much like your father you know, he always had that undead quality.” She looked down at the kindly old woman and thoughts of Gomez flitted from her head like bats from an attic. “Yes that’s me, thank you for inviting us Mrs. Addams.”

She waved a hand in the air “You can call me auntie, most do.” She started to lead her away from the food table, her mother trailing behind them. “You know, as it happens I have two sons! And a multitude of nephews, I’m sure we’ll find someone you like, such as my nephew Vlad!”

She pointed a weathered old finger to a man in a vampires costume speaking with a pair of Siamese twins under one of the many crooked and dying trees scattered across the graveyard. He sent her a sultry smile and she noticed fangs, so it wasn’t a costume. “But before you meet him, you must meet my son Fester.”

She didn’t know what she was expecting from Gomez’s brother but a bald shrunken man with black eye bags in a long dark robe was not it. Still, she smiled as she was lead over to him. He had a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Fester!” 

“Yeah mom?” He said while bounding over to them. “This is Morticia Frump,” she pushed her forward, “Could you entertain her while her mother and I talk business?”

He grinned widely “Sure mom!” He was waved at them as they left then turned to her “You want to see a neat trick?”

”Sure.” She said while crossing her arms. He took out a lightbulb, putting it in his mouth and puffing out his cheeks. The lightbulb slowly blinked to life. 

Morticia had to admit that she was more then a little impressed and curiosity was laced in her voice as she asked “How did you do that?”

He took the light bulb out of his mouth “I was hit by lightning when I was two!” He put up two fingers for emphasis, “Ever since then I’ve had a bit of a short circuit.”

She laughed despite herself and was smiling as they began to walk. “I’m surprised mom didn’t take you to meet cousin Vlad, he’s been looking for a second wife ever since his last one mysteriously drowned.”

”She did mention him, but she wanted me to meet you first.”

”That sounds right, I did get all of the good looks.” He ran a hand over his bald head and she let out a breathy chuckle. He was charming, sure, but she didn’t have that immediate spark that she did with Gomez. The same Gomez that was marrying her sister. She looked down at the dead grass, trying to collect her thoughts.

”Morticia watch out!” Fester suddenly said and she ran smack dab into someone’s chest. It startled her enough that she went stumbling backwards, but a hand on her waist caught her and lifted her back up as if they were at a formal dance. She stared up into warm brown eyes. 

“Are you alright?” Gomez Addams asked while helping her into an upright position. She tried not to notice how his hand lingered on her waist for a little longer then was strictly necessary. “Yes, I’m fine.”

He took one of her hands, bringing it up to his lips so he could plant a kiss on her knuckles. His mustache tickled. “And who might you be? If you don’t mind me asking?”

”Morticia Frump.”

He let go of her hand and seemed a little uncomfortable “That means-“

”GOMEEZZZ!” Came a very high pitched voice as her sister bounded over and hugged his arm. “You have to introduce me to everyone here!” She was grinning wildly “They’re going to be my family soon too!”

She all but dragged him off as Fester lead her in the opposite direction, her eyes still lingered on Gomez though, and his on her.

Oh to dream an impossible dream.

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While talking with Mrs. Addams, her mother decided that they should stay for a few days after the funeral to sort out wedding details, and Morticia was currently in a guest bedroom sitting at the vanity that was provided for her. She’d found a long black night gown in one of the closets, so she was wearing that as she brushed her hair. Her mother had called her father earlier that night to tell him to send their things, and he agreed with no fuss. He was a very easy going man, her father. 

She sighed as she ran the brush through her hair, occasionally looking out the cracked window which overlooked a swamp to the side of the house. The moonlight shining on the trees and water made it look very enticing but she couldn’t bring herself to go on a late night walk for frogs right now. She was haunted, and not in the fun way, by Gomez Addams and his crazed smile. 

She stood, the chill of the room causing goosebumps on her arms that she wasn’t entirely sure weren’t also from Gomez. She’d never felt like this for anyone else. Just him. She sat down on the bed, which squeaked wonderfully, and rubbed her temples. If she could find the kitchen she could brew herself some black tea and try to forget about all this, but it was a big house and she wouldn’t know where to start. 

That was when a sound caught her attention, it was like something crawling across the floor. It sounded too fast to be a spider but too slow to be a lizard. The sound stopped right in front of her door and there was a small knock. She slipped into her shoes from earlier before wrapping the blanket she had been sitting on around her shoulders. She opened the door slowly, expecting Ophelia or maybe someone who got lost. What she was not expecting was a disembodied hand. 

It had pristine nails and a few scars, it gestured for her to come closer and she crouched down to get a better look at it. “Hello there.” She said softly. 

The hand held out a finger and she shook it with one of her own. “It’s nice to meet you.”

The hand seemed pleased before scurrying off on its fingers. It stopped at the end of the hall and turned. She stood up “Do you want me to follow you?”

It did a little jump and she hurried after it, clutching the blankets close to her as she went. It was dark, but there were a few candles lit up on the walls so she could see just fine. They went back down the master staircase and through a room filled with bookcases and artifacts, where she accidentally stepped on a very angry polar bear rug, then down another hallway filled with portraits of the other members of the family. Some had two heads, some were covered in hair, a few were grotesquely deformed, and she knew that she wanted to meet all of them. They seemed very kind. 

The hand stopped before a little door at the end of the hall, next to a small end table with a vase of dying daisies, and leapt up to the doorknob to open it. It fell after the door swung open and disappeared down the spiraling staircase on the other side. She stepped in, there was a light at the end of the stairs and she could hear a distant noise that she couldn’t quite pinpoint. There was a chance that this friendly little creature was leading her to be murdered, but that would just make her night more exciting. 

She went down the stairs slowly, careful not to trip on her blanket, and as she got closer she identified the sound to be a train whistle. Her heart soared in her chest. She loved trains! She went a little faster, stopping at the end of the stairs to stare at what she found. 

It was Gomez Addams, wearing a striped purple robe, as he used a controller to work the two trains on the table before him. A singular light hung above his head and the hand was on his shoulder. It poked his cheek and he looked at it. “What is it Thing?” He asked. It pointed at her and he smiled “Morticia! How nice of you to join me.”

She stepped closer “I’m afraid it wasn’t entirely my idea.” She looked pointedly at Thing and Gomez laughed “You little rascal!” He said to the hand, who slid off of his shoulder and scurried away. 

That left them alone. Gomez turned his attention back to the trains. “Do you like model trains Tish? Can I call you Tish?”

Her stomach did a funny sort of flop, almost as if she was poisoned but with none of the charming after effects, when he called her Tish and she tried to keep the affection out of her voice when she answered. “Yes that’s alright…and I love trains.” 

His eyes gleamed and he hurriedly gestured for her come over. “The trains are about to go over deadman’s bridge.” He explained once she did. They were standing so close that she could feel the heat radiating off of him. She tried to focus on the trains. 

“You see Tish, I could watch these trains go in circles all day and never be bored!”

”Thats all well and good,” there was a certain gleam in her eye, “But have you ever thought about…crashing them?” He was silent for longer then expected and just when she was starting to worry that she had said the wrong thing, he laughed. “What a capital idea! Let’s do it!”

He took her hand and put it on the mechanism, guiding it until both trains were speeding at each other with no chance of stopping. They crashed head on and promptly exploded, blowing up part of the table and making the light above them flicker. “Comme c’est magnifique!” She exclaimed in joy at the carnage. 

Gomez’s hand suddenly when stiff on top of hers and he turned to look her in the eye. “That was French.” She nodded slowly, and he lifted her hand to his lips for the second time that day. He planted a small kiss on her knuckles, “Say something else, please.”

”Magnifique?” She said softly, repeating what she’d said earlier. He began to kiss up her arm “Oh Tish, you have such a way with words.”

Morticia was sure that her pale face was scarlet as he continued to kiss up her arm. She didn’t stop him though, and when he did pause at her shoulder she placed her other hand on his cheek. “Mon Cher.” She said, a little breathlessly. 

He let go of her arm before surging up to kiss her, hands planted firmly on her waist. She sighed contently and kissed back, her hands found their way to his hair and he lifted her up to place her on the part of the table that wasn’t broken. Her heart soared when he did and it all felt right. Like Gomez Addams had a part of her heart she didn’t know she was missing. 

He tried to pull her even closer, and she ended up against his chest. She was in bliss, there was no need to pull away. That thought sparked another though, and the image of her sister grinning wildly at the funeral popped into her brain. She pushed him away by firmly gripping his shoulders and they both stood there, or at least he did, breathing heavily. He looked a little confused and studied her face “What’s wrong cara mia?” He asked. 

She swallowed down the tightness in her throat “This is wrong.” She said while getting off of the table and moving away. He stepped closer “Why?”

”Because you’re supposed to marry my sister Gomez! She already likes you so much and I can’t… I can’t do that to her.” She stood her ground firmly as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Listen, your sister is a nice girl.”

”The nicest.”

”But she drives me up the wall!” He exclaimed, sounding very frustrated. “I told her my sinuses were acting up and she took my hand and threw me over her shoulder!”

She wasn’t really listening, staring off into the distance a little wistfully “You’ll have beautiful children..”

”Maybe she’ll have them because I won’t!” He mumbled while looking at his feet, shuffling a little awkwardly. 

He grabbed her hands and she was grounded back to reality. He had a wild look in his eye and his hair was a little  messier then it had been before, either from her or from something else she didn’t know, and she could see him swallow. “Morticia please I don’t want to marry your sister.” 

She raised his hand and kissed it “I’m afraid you must.” She let go slowly, lamenting the loss of contact, before sighing deeply “She’ll be heartbroken if you reject her.”

”I don’t think I could.” He said miserably “She won’t let me get a word in.”

”Then it’s settled.” She picked up her blanket, it had most likely fallen off during the make out session, and she backed up towards the stairs. He didn’t follow her, he just watched her with slumped shoulders. “Morticia?” He said before she could go up too high, and she turned to look back at him. 

“Could you at least tell me something about yourself? Anything?” He pleaded. 

She smiled sadly. “I like dolls.” And with that, she ran up the stairs because she knew that if she stayed there too long she’d just end up back in his arms. 

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That morning, after breakfast which was a lovely platter of entrails, Morticia stood in the main room using a pair of pruning shears to snip the unsightly red bulbs off of the top of roses. She would occasionally toss one of the bulbs to her left, where a hungry plant with yellow petals snapped it up out of the air. Her father had arrived early that morning with some of their things, and she now had a trunk in her room and her African Strangler, Cleopatra.

He didn’t stick around for long, he was a very busy man, but he did stop by to see her. She had been sitting on her bed unpacking her clothes and other assorted bobbles when her father came in, leaning against the door. His dark hair laid flat against his head and when he smiled at her those little lines beside his eyes crinkled like little bolts of lightning. “I put Marie Antoinette in there for you, I thought you’d need her.”

She pushed aside some of her clothes and found the headless doll tucked away at the bottom, porcelain arms folded over its chest. Its body was wearing a black dress with a white collar and little white dots, it unbuttoned in the front with giant buttons and she picked it up lovingly. “Thank you father.” She said, looking up at him. He went over and kissed her head, “Anytime my little raven.”

Cleopatra made a whining noise that grounded her back into reality and she threw her another bulb from the floor before arranging the stems the way she wanted to. Her sister had made her her maid of honor and she was making her bridal bouquet. It was a nice distraction from Gomez Addams, who she had been trying to avoid like he was wearing bright pastels. He looked miserable over breakfast as her sister practically hung off of him but she couldn’t bring herself to look into his sad brown eyes. It would just make everything else more complicated.

She was about to take the stems out of the vase she’d found, when she felt a tug on the bottom of her dress. She looked down to find Thing, and she smiled. “Hello Thing.”

Thing tapped the ground before climbing up her side and hopping onto the table. He then proceeded to arrange the stems so the best were around the rim of the vase and the other 4 in the middle. She gasped “Why Thing! You didn’t tell me you were good at arranging flowers.”

Thing took a little bow before crawling back on her shoulder as she tied the bouquet up with a black ribbon from her hair. Thing then started snapping and gesturing behind her. She turned to find Fester standing there.

“Nice flowers Morticia.” He said, coming over to look.

“They’re for Ophelia, aren’t they lovely? They’ll definitely compliment her skin tone.”

He shrugged “If you say so! I don’t actually know that much about flowers. I just wanted to come over and talk to you.”

“About what?” She asked as she set the flowers down.

“I don’t think it’s going to work out between us, not with..” He leaned in very very close and she realized that he and Gomez had the same eyes. It was the only resemblance between them.  “You being in love with Gomez.”

Morticia froze, forcing a smile onto the crimson lips she’d painted that morning. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, he’s going to be marrying my sister.”

He leaned back again, too far back, and fell on top of a polar bear rug that began to growl and snarl. He whacked it on the nose, it whimpered and he got up. “You don’t have to play dumb with me! Gomez told me. Besides, I don’t really think he’s that into Ophelia anyway.”

She relaxed, like a spider knowing the bird that passed over head would not be eating it today. “I don’t think so either, but I can’t ruin their relationship by confessing… it would break Ophelia’s fragile heart.”

Festers face scrunched up into something that was almost serious and he offered her his arm, like he had yesterday, and gestured to the hallway full of family portraits. “I think you and I need to have a talk.”

She glanced at Thing, who was still on her shoulder,  and he did a little bounce which popped all of his knuckles. That was as good a sign as any “Alright.” She took Festers arm.

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Morticia looked at the family portraits as they walked down the hall, once again wondering if she could meet them all one day. That is, if they weren’t already dead. Fester stopped under a portrait of one of the relatives covered in hair and she waited patiently for him to speak.“You don’t have to confess to Ophelia,” Fester eventually explained, “We just have to find her someone else!”

It was a crazy plan, a crazy wonderful plan “But who else could we set up with Ophelia? She already has her heart set on Gomez, and I don’t think she’ll give up on him easily.”

”Thats where cousin Itt comes in!” Fester gestured to the portrait above their heads. “He’s quite a ladies man, I’m sure he’ll have Ophelia eating out of the palm of his hand in no time!” 

She looked up doubtfully at the portrait, he was a good looking individual at least. “Should we tell Gomez?” Was her next question. 

“He already knows.” Came a voice from behind her. 

She turned slowly, her heart swelling in her chest as Gomez approached from the shadows. He stopped right in-front of her and took her hands “Cara Mia.” She smiled slowly, getting more confident as she stared up into his eyes. “Mon cher…” They leaned in to kiss each other only for Fester to clear his throat loudly. 

They both looked at him and Fester shrugged “Not to ruin a tender moment but what if Ophelia finds us? We also have to call Itt.”

As if summoned by Fester, Ophelia’s voice was suddenly heard very loudly. “Oh Gomezzz! I want to pick out your suit for the wedding!”

Gomez cringed and pressed a kiss to Morticias cheek before throwing himself out of an open window and running off into the cemetery just before Ophelia turned the corner. She was wearing a puffy white wedding dress, lifting up the skirt so she could walk. There were flowers braided in her hair and she was barefoot, as always. “Have you two seen my darling Gomez?” She asked. 

“I think he’s out in the garden!” Fester said before pointing outside. “Thank you!” Her sister said before shuffling back down the hallway. 

“Call Itt.” Morticia said lowly. 

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Morticia sat at her vanity, slowly applying crimson lipstick to her already naturally red lips. Her hair was pinned back at the moment and once she was done with her lipstick she put it down and reached for a small jar at the edge of the table. It contained her grandmothers ashes, it had been a birthday present. Carefully she put a brush into said ashes and swirled the contents around until she was satisfied with what she had created. She looked at herself in the mirror as she brushed the ashes on her eyelids with long even strokes. 

She had to blink a few times but eventually the dust settled and she was left with sunken looking eyes. How perfect, she thought, Gomez will love it. Morticia then reached up and plucked the pins from her hair, brushing it back before standing up to look at the dress on her bed. It was similar to the one she had worn at the funeral but more skin tight, with a lower neckline and long strands of cloth that hung from the ends of the sleeves and at the bottom of the dress.

She slipped into it then turned to Thing, who had been watching her from the window sill. “Thing dear, would you zip my dress up for me?”

He hopped down then up, grabbing the zipper and completing the task for her. “Thank you.” 

The hand fell onto the floor and crawled to the doorway, where Cleopatra stared at him hungrily from the table by her bedside. She went over and fed a bit of meat to the fussy flower before following Thing out to the stairs. Fester was waiting for her at the bottom, still in his long dark robe but now with a bow tie. He was holding a bouquet of white lilies, which she scrunched her nose at.

“As much as I love my sister, she has a terrible taste in flowers.” She said as she took them from him. Fester shrugged “I don’t know! The petals taste pretty good.”

He reached over to pluck off another one and she slapped his hand away. “Fester! No tampering. For now.” 

He smiled sheepishly, the dimples on his cheeks becoming more prominent. “Sorry!”

”When does Itt get here?” She asked, looking over his shoulder at the worn front door. 

“Any minute now! We just need to make sure that your sister,” He gestured to the stairs, “Is on the steps when he gets here.” 

She nodded and stood with him, a few minutes passed and she could hear the pitter patter of bare feet across hardwood. She smiled, very tight lipped, at Fester who nodded and went to the door. Her sister appeared at the top of the stairs as a vision in white, her dress was puffy and extravagant with a long bright green ribbon wrapped around the waist. Her hair was tied up into a braided bun with flowers and her makeup was light and earth toned. 

“Morticia!” Ophelia said excitedly, before looking her up and down with a frown “I thought I said no black at my wedding.”

”You said I could pick my dress.” 

Her narrowed eyes went big and she laughed “Oh you’re right that’s on me!”

There was a knock at the door right as she got halfway down the stairs, and when she looked up she locked eyes with an individual with long hair and a bowler cap. She visibly faltered, her grip on the railing tightening so much that her nails dug into the wood. “Who’s-“ she cleared her throat, “Who’s that?”

”This is my cousin Itt!” Fester said while clapping the other man on the back. “He couldn’t be here for the funeral but he wanted to come to the wedding!” 

Her sister brushed past her to meet him, and he immediately began to tell her how beautiful she was. Clearly Itt knew that the way to her sisters heart was flattery, because in the span of about fifteen minutes she had discarded her veil and ran off with him through the front door. Morticia smiled, then looked at the door that lead to the ballroom. She had been in there so many times for wedding preparations but now it seemed so much more personal given what she was about to do. 

“Go on!” Fester said, “I’ll explain.”

She took in a deep breath and opened the door, there was a long white carpet leading to the alter, where Gomez stood looking miserable in his dark red suit. He looked scared when he heard the doors open but once he realized that it was her, he beamed. “The bride has run off!” Fester announced behind her. 

There was a startled gasp that rippled through the room, still visiting relatives both confused and angry. “But!” Gomez chimed in “There will still be a wedding!” 

Another gasp rang through the crowd and they began to whisper amongst each other, and Gomez, sweet Gomez, held out a hand towards her. “Tish? Would you join me please?”

There was a third gasp that she barely heard, because she dropped her bouquet and ran as fast as she could to the alter, taking his hand and allowing herself to be pulled closer to him. “Will you marry me, Cara Mia?” He whispered to her, kissing her knuckles. 

“I-“ 

“I object!” A voice rang out from the crowd. 

They both turned in surprise to find a man dressed like a vampire glaring at them, Fester looked confused. “Cousin Vlad?”

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Vlad was imposing, with his pale skin and steely gaze. He was also tall, taller then Gomez and possibly taller then her. He was wearing a long dark cloak and a fancy white collared shirt. He walked up to both of them and pointed at Morticia. “I’ve been in love with this woman since the moment I laid eyes on her and I plan to make her my bride.” 

Morticia was about to say something but Gomez jumped in front of her before she could, where did he get a sword?, and slashed at the air with it. “You’ll have to go through me first Vlad!”

The vampire smirked and pulled out a sword of his own. “So be it, cousin.” 

They fought over chairs, under chairs, on tables and behind the officiator. Gomez fought with such passion and fury while Vlad was more calm, collected. He also had an unfair advantage, being a vampire, and she was done standing on the side lines. She took a sword from one of the other guests and jumped in beside Gomez, knocking Vlad back. 

“Cara Mia!” He exclaimed, unkempt hair falling into his wild dangerous eyes. She smirked. 

They fought Vlad until they were out of the room and down the hall, pushing him out the front door and locking it behind him. It was then that they embraced, dropping their swords and practically jumping into each others arms. 

“And that was how we met children!” Morticia Addams exclaimed, sitting in her giant wicker chair with her daughter on her lap and her son at her side. Wednesday was looking up at her with cool indifference   “Did cousin Vlad really try to fight father, mother?” 

“Yes my little raven, he was quite insistent.” 

“What about aunt Ophelia and cousin Itt??” Pugsley asked. 

“Ah that was just a summer fling!” Gomez said with a wave of his hand. He was standing behind the chair. He leaned down to give his wife a kiss.

”Oh.” Pugsley said, a little put out. 

Morticia stood, lifting Wednesday into her arms. “Now it’s time for bed children, come along.”

She ushered them into their rooms and gave them horrible thoughts to dwell on that night before sleeping, then she crossed silently to her room. Thing ran out before she entered and she smiled at the little hand before going inside. Gomez was already in bed, reading Dante’s Inferno. 

He smiled at her over the cover of his book “Cara Mia.”

”Mon cher.” She laid right next to him, head resting on his shoulder. This was where she belonged. Right by this man’s side.