It was late in December, nearing Christmas, but this day was anything besides jolly. Families all stood around a hole in the hillside, some weeping, and some merely staring at the pale corpse which lay in the still open casket.
One woman stood outside the mass of people, looking at the dead man with what seemed to be jealousy. After a few minutes, she turned her face from the corpse and to the rest of the cemetery, her eyes slowly being drawn to a man who stood across the grave from herself. He stood staring in awe, much like every other man who saw her would. This one, however, was different. There was a different, almost sinister look in his beautiful eyes, and as her eyes scanned him, she felt the corners of her mouth twitch into an almost smile at seeing his mustache.
Morticia felt herself being drawn to him like a moth to a flame, even felt her feet moving underneath her almost against her will. His feet moved to the same rhythm until they reached each other.
"Cara Mia." He whispered in a low tone, and Morticia felt herself tremble everywhere. "What brings such a divine angel as yourself to this joyous occasion?" He asked, lifting her hand and placing a swift kiss to it.
"My father." She looked over to the corpse, which was now being lowered below the ground.
"And what is your name, querida?"
"Morticia. Morticia Frump. And yours?"
"Morticia…" He repeated, savoring the feel of it on his tongue. "My name is Gomez Addams. The younger of the Addams Brothers."
"So that is your Estate?" Morticia raised an eyebrow as she looked at the house which stood yards from where they were.
"Of course." He said, then opened his mouth to say more, but was interrupted.
"Morticia. It's time to leave." A woman called to her from a few feet away.
"Ophelia." Morticia all but growled, then looked back into Gomez's eyes, which now held a panic in them.
"Will I see you again?" He asked, his voice pleading with her to say yes.
"Of course, Mon Cher." She said, then bit her tongue, cursing herself for letting the words slip and hoping she hadn't just pushed him away. Her fears were put to ease when she saw him tremble as she had when he had uttered those first words to her.
"That's French." He said, his voice lower than before, and his eyes looking almost wild. Morticia lowered her eyes flirtatiously, than began to walk away before his hand caught her arm. "I must see you tonight." He said in a quiet voice, and she turned back to him, her eyebrow raising again.
"And where would you say would be a proper meeting place?"
"Why not here?" He gestured all around them.
"Morticia Frump we're leaving!" Ophelia shouted from farther away, her arms crossed and foot tapping on the damp grass.
"See you then." Morticia smiled at him one last time before taking off towards her sister, who immediately began to fuss at her once his angel of darkness had reached her sister, which looked to be the exact opposite of her.