It was, what one would describe as a miserable night. The rain was falling, hard and peels of thunder and streaks of lightening cracked across the sky. For the Addams', it was miserably divine. Especially, for Morticia.
Morticia Addams, now thirty eight years old, two months younger than her husband, absolutely adored the rain. She would often stroll through the cemetary in this weather.
Her children were growing up more and more each day. Wednesday, was fourteen now... and she was looking so much more like her mother every day. Pugsley was twelve, and little Pubert was three.
Morticia put on her black, hooded cloak and began to stroll through the cemetary. It was serene, quiet. With three children, she could use a break. She was aware that her children loved eachother very much, but sibling rivalry often overtook them. And it seemed like every peacful moment was shattered by screams and broken windows, which meant two things. For one thing, it meant they were raising them right. But what else it meant, was that when it came to their glorious sibling rivalry... not everything was all lovely thorns and singing vultures.
But she adored and was extremely greatful for her family. They were everything she could ever have hoped for, and more. She had quite literally been through hell, and they all, still remained united. She wholeheartedly, loved them.
She had been walking for at least an hour, when she was gripped by her waist. She gasped, and he moved closer to her. "Querida, it's me." Gomez said.
Morticia breathed a sigh of relief and put her hands on his, moving closer to him and letting him envelope her. He was wearing his black trench coat.
"I've been looking for you." Gomez told her and kissed her neck.
"Oh, I'm sorry, mon cher. I was just thinking." She explained.
"Is everything alright?" He asked her.
"Yes, darling. Everything's fine." She replied.
"Are you sure all of this stress isn't getting to you, my dearest?"
"Absolutely." Morticia stated. "With or without a nanny, I still have plenty of time to, seek out the dark forces and join their hellish crusade."
Gomez turned to face her and kissed her hand. "Do you know what tommorrow is?" He asked.
"How could I forget? Our twentieth anniversary." Morticia responded as her husband gazed at her, adoringly.
"My darling, I've-" he paused, as he seemed to have gotten an idea. "Have you the time?"
"Yes, about two hours before midnight." Morticia said.
"Perfect." Gomez said and scooped her up in his arms and began to carry her, bridal style.
"Gomez, darling? What on earth are you doing?" She asked him.
"Taking you somewhere very special." He told her as they walked.
"Mon amour, shouldn't this special place wait until our anniversary?" She asked.
"I'm afraid it can't." Gomez replied and walked further, further, further still... Morticia now had no idea where they were. Infact, they were on a part of land she was not even aware they owned.
"Gomez-" She stopped herself. Her husband seemed sure he knew where they were going, and so, she decided to ask no further questions."
They walked through bare trees, and some trees with leaves so dark green, they were almost black. The trees' bark was so dark, that it too, was almost black. And finally, they came to a clearing. There, stood a dilapitated, old castle that looked haunted. The castle was not large, not by any means, but it was certaintly not small. It was no taller than fifty feet, the trees surrounding it were anywhere from twenty to fifty five feet tall. But the best part was, the castle was black.
Gomez, not the least bit tired, gently set Morticia down. She gazed in awe and admiration at the place. "Gomez, darling... it's magnificent." She said and approached the door.
"I knew you'd like it." He walked up to her.
"How... Who..." For the first time in her life, Morticia was speechless. "How long has it been here?"
"Forever. Well, since it was built, about five hundered years ago."
"Were you related to the people who owned this lovely, lovely castle?"
"Indeed. Lady Tabitha Addams. Her cousin was queen but unfit to rule, so Tabitha overthrew her. The castle used to be much larger, but after Tabitha's husband commited suicide, she slipped into a depressions. Thus, the castle fell into what some call, disrepair. And most of it was destroyed. These are the remains. When we found them, I was just a boy. And my parents payed a large sum of money to keep out anyone who might try and destroy what was left of it."
"Mon amour, it's breathtaking. But why didn't you show this to me before?" Facial expression remaining the same but voice, curious.
"Ah, Tish. That story is an interesting one indeed. Come, my dearest..." He took her hand and led her into the castle. It was dark, old and beautiful. And is was a comfortable, dry place in the midst of the now terrential downpour. "Lady Tabitha tricked a retired witch doctor once, into preforming unspeakable acts. The witch doctor took revenge, and put a curse on the castle. Anyone who dared venture in, woe and misery would befall upon them. And I figured, you'd enjoy that." He told her.
"Gomez... that's the best thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you, darling." Morticia said.
Gomez then took her down the stairs and into a dungeon. It was pitch black but Gomez clapped his hands, and every torch on the wall lit, making one able to see the room.
He found a chest, the size of a small jewlery box, made of black diamonds and handed it to his wife.
She observed the box she had been given and smiled. She opened the box, slowly, savoring the moment. What she saw inside the box was the most beautiful necklace Morticia had ever seen. It had a very thin, black chain and a not too small, not too large black diamond hanging from it. Engraved in the diamond was her nickname, Cara Mia.
"Why, darling... it's beautiful." Morticia said. She let her husband put it around her neck.
"I had hoped you'd like it." Gomez told her. "Of course, nothing could ever emulate your radiance."
"Mon cher..." She drew closer to him.
"Cara mia... he moaned and kissed her red wine lips. Their passion for eachother remained, still after nearly twenty years of marraige.
They never wanted to let go of eachother, neither physically nor mentally. And mentally, they wouldn't have to. Physically, they had a long time.
It was morning now. And Morticia awoke in a victorian, gothic style bedroom. It's walls were so dark purple, they were almost black, it had a black, glass tile floor and black, satin bedsheets with a king-sized bed, and a black, silk canopy.
It took a while, but Morticia finally remembered what went on last night. And hour or two after her husband had given her the necklace, he showed her a cellar and they drank four hundered year old red wine. He gave her a tour of the castle, and he finished at the bedroom. And she looked out the window, at the rain with her husband. They talked a while, finished the red wine and-
Gomez woke up. "Happy anniversary, my darling." He kissed her.
"Happy anniversary." Morticia replied. Her necklace was still on. "Oh, Gomez. Last night was magnificent. I haven't the faintest idea how one calls this, disrepair."
"Tish, you're the only one who could ever really appreciate it." He told her. They both sat up. "It's yours."
Morticia's face remained calm, but her eyes grew wide. "Mon amour, you can't be serious."
"I am." Gomez smiled.
"Just like that?"
He chuckled. "Just like that." He took her hands. "On our wedding night, I vowed to make you the happiest woman that ever existed."
"Darling, you succeeded in doing that the moment our lips touched for the first time. From the moment you made me yours."
"And I'm yours." Gomez kissed her hand and put his arms around her waist, and she put her's around his neck. "How about breakfast?"
Morticia was shocked. "The kitchen here still works?"
"After a lot of fixing." Gomez responded.
"Hiw long have you been planning this?" Morticia asked.
"About two weeks." He confessed.
Morticia kissed him. "Well, darling, breakfast isn't going to prepare itself.
"No, it isn't." Gomez said and got out of bed to get dressed. "I am."
"Gomez, you really don't have to." Morticia told him.
"Darling, over the years you have done more than enough for me. I've planned something special."
Just then, Morticia was caught on a sudden shaft on sunlight. "Mon cher, le soleil... il me percoit comme un poignard, dans mon cœur."
That much French was just about all he could take. He didn't know which to do first, kiss her or close the blinds. He knew he was being teased, and he loved it.
"Per te, mia divina... mi accidorie. Oggie si muore, signor sole!" He then took a sword off the wall and used it to close the blinds and curtains, in a single sweep. After this, he approached his wife and began to kiss her up her arm due to the beautiful French that eminated from her lips.
After what had to be ten minutes, Gomez finished dressing and headed downstairs to start on breakfast.
Morticia was in the bedroom still, she had finished her makeup and was now brushing her hair. All of the sudden, the sword Gomez had been using, fell from the wall. It startled Morticia, but only slightly and she thought nothing of it.
"Morticia!" She heard her husband call.
"Coming, darling!" She called back and walked down to the dining room. There, on black plates of delecate china with black, elegant flatware was breakfast. Breakfast consisted of es cargot with a twist, it had sheep eyes in it. And next to it, was a biscut with a side of entrails.
Gomez came out with two Bloody Mary's and set them down on the table.
"You called?" Morticia asked.
"I didn't say anything." Gomez told her.
Morticia was rather confused about this.
"But I am so happy you came down." He pulled her chair out and sat next to her. "A toast." Gomez raised his glass, as did Morticia.
"To passion." She said.
"And to my wife, whom I only worship and adore more and more with every passing minute."
They're lips inched closer together as they're cups were about to touch. The minute they're glasses clinked, they shared a kiss.
"Tish, I have something for you."
"Gomez, I couldn't ask for more than what you've given me." Morticia told him.
"And this is why I'm doing this. Now, this, " Gomez handed her a black card with a thorny stem design on it, and blood red petals on the ground. "Is for you."
The card read, To my enchanting goddess of the night; Tish, we have spent twenty, glorious years together. It seems like only yesterday, I proposed to you at Balthazar's funeral. I swear to you, cara mia, that not a day passes without my thinking about how I would be nothing without you. You are not just a wonderful mother, and lover. But you are the best and most enchanting woman anyone should have the pleasure to meet, and that I should have the divine pleasure to spend eternity with. You captivate me more every minute, all of my love, Gomez.
Morticia almost cried. "Oh, mon amour... it's absolutely wonderful. Darling, all I can say is, Et moi, toi mon extase."
Gomez kissed her hand. "I'll love you forever, my darling. Read the rest of it."
"There's more?" Morticia unfolded the card and pulled out two tickets. Two tickets, to a place she had always wanted to go. Two tickets, to Transylvania.
Morticia was always the more calm, cool and collected of the two. But it was indeed the time to get excited. "Oh, Gomez! I can't believe it!" She threw her arms around him.
He embraced her. "I know you told me that your father was supposed to take you before he passed. And you've always wanted to go."
She was estatic, and not at all suprised that her adoring husband had remembered what she told him. "How long?"
"Two weeks."
"Oh, mon cher, it's perfect. When do we leave?"
"In... about three hours." He explained.
"Hours?" She asked, back to her calm demeanor.
"Indeed. I hate to take you away from your present, my love. But I do believe we should start packing."