Title: "A Show That Can't Be Stolen"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG
Summary: This is one show that not even Elvira, the Hostest with the Mostest, can steal!
Warnings: Het, Multiple Fandoms Crossover
Word Count: 486
Date Written: 29 June, 2012
Challenge: For a Comment-fic LJ comm prompt
Disclaimer: All characters mentioned within are οΎ© & TM their rightful owners, none of whom are the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
"This isn't just the wedding of the century, old man," the Gothic aristocrat walking with the groom spoke proudly, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Gomez, though he did have a century or two underneath his belt, was indeed far younger than he. "Trust me, I've been around to see plenty." He hooked his thumbs underneath his jacket's lapels as he continued talking. "An old bat like me gets around."
"That's certainly an understatement, darling," one of the bride's favorite guests spoke, "but you'll be a good wolfie tonight and keep your paws to yourself, right?" Elvira grinned, and the group following her laughed as she batted her black eyelashes at the old Count.
"Sure," the ancient Vampire better known as Grandpa Munster readily agreed, "but how about my teeth?"
A bark of laughter escaped Gomez's throat. Grandpa nearly toppled forward as he slapped his back. He lit a thick cigar and was offering his elder one when Elvira slid closer. "Well," she answered, her black dress sashaying around her and giving quite the show, "I didn't say anything about the teeth . . . "
Grandpa tucked Gomez's cigar back into the younger Vampire's pocket. Patting his pocket, he murmured, "Keep this. I may need it for later," and slid off with Elvira.
Lily sighed with envy as she watched the couple. She didn't mind her father uniting with Elvira. She was glad he was having fun, in fact, but the Mistress of the Dark managed to steal every show of which she was a part. She still remembered what had happened when Elvira had done the music for her own wedding party.
"Don't worry, darling," Morticia spoke as she stepped out onto the floor for the first time. Her black eyes surveyed the Mistress of the Dark. "This is one show she won't steal. Isn't that right, Thing?" Thing released her long, black veil long enough to jump into the air and give his lady a reassuring thumbs up sign. Morticia smiled. "I am nonetheless glad to have you, my dearest friends, with us on this most gruesome of occasions."
"She's going to eat you out of bugs, you know," Lily commented.
"Oh, let her, dear!" Morticia waved a hand to point out how trivial the matter was. "There's plenty to go around!" She looked up as haunting music began to play, and her smile was the loveliest one Lily had ever seen. "Excellent! Hook has began the march!"
Count Dracula was at her side in an instant, but as the wedding march began, the doors were suddenly thrown open and a Pirate crew waltzed into the mortuary. "Now," their Captain announced, flashing his gold tooth, "the party can begin!"
Lily smiled at the sight of the black cat sitting on top of the Captain's shoulder and nodded. Her father was right: This was going to be the wedding, and party, of the millennium!
The End