"It's a…" Fester stuttered as the family stood in shock.

"A girl." Morticia finished.

A young girl laid in the slightly damp soil, with an arrow pierced through her left chest. She wore a white cape, with some sort of short Greek toga. It seemed to be a one-shoulder, with a gold rope that tied around her waist, and the length ending above the knee. Her clothes were tattered and dirtied from the soil, several harsh bruises were seen on her arms, neck, and legs. Some blood was spilling from several cuts on her legs and arms.

They couldn't clearly see her face or what she looked like, but she appeared almost dead. But the slight steady ups and downs of her chest said she was not.

"Oh my goodness, this poor soul!" Morticia exclaimed her motherly instincts taking over, "Lurch, carry her back to the house. The arrow just won't do."

After a tedious hour, the mysterious girl was cleaned and her wounds wrapped. They left her to sleep in one of the dungeon cells. Everyone had left the cells, except for Gomez and Morticia. They stared at her with curiosity. Who was she? Why was she like this? Why was she falling from the skies?

With several candles in the room, they could see her face better. She was a young girl; perhaps 14 or 15. Her long hair was as dark as the endless space, with smooth, clear skin as pale as powder, and light pink lips to complete her visage. The girl was almost another version of Morticia herself.

"Come cara mia, let's go to bed." Gomez whispered, wrapping his hand around his wife's slender waist.

"Imagine the pain she must have been in." Morticia wondered out loud, causing her husband to turn around with a look of lust in his eyes. "Would you like to find out?" he replied.

"Oui, montrez-moi, mon cher." She replied devilishly, driving her husband to kneel down beside her and kiss her hand passionately.

"Cara mia…" he whispered kissing her hand again. "Give me pain, my darling. Prove that you love me." His wife whispered pulling her husband into the bed with her.

"Oh Tish…" he growled picking the flame of the candle, giving Morticia a night full of passion, pain, and pleasure.

He watched her in her sleep. Watched her steady breaths as she inhaled the stuffy air, and exhaled air. Her hands positioned as if she were a fresh mummy, looking as if she were choking herself while she slept. Oh, the pain she was about to feel would be electrifying.

"Don't even think about it." Wednesday muttered to the person standing beside her bed, knife in hand. She opened her eyes with her piercing stare and emotionless expression.

"Your eyes weren't even open." Pugsley groaned, his voice full of disappointment. "Don't breathe hard." She replied in her usual monotone voice. The younger sibling squinted his eyes with determination.

"I'll get you someday. Just wait." He threatened, while Wednesday got out of bed. "I'm so scared." She replied sarcastically as she walked to her closet to grab her casual black conservative dress that she favored. In her eyes, she would never be anywhere close to how mysterious and beautiful her mother was.

"Pugsley, do you think Mother is beautiful?" The young girl asked. A strange question to hear coming out of her mouth, yet said in the same tone that Pugsley had heard his whole life. His only response was a mere shrug.

"I don't know…I guess." Was all he said. She probably shouldn't have asked that if she had already known that her brother wouldn't have given a firm answer. But she quickly abandoned those thoughts and continued on to her morning routine.

The peace within the house was disrupted when a blood-curling scream from Grandmama was heard. The echoes bouncing off to every room, corner, and hole in the Addams house. Every family member of the household rushed to the location, to see what the ruckus was about. Unsurprisingly, it came from the dungeons below, where their new guest had been sleeping.

"Mama, what is it?" Morticia asked as the rest of the family members gathered around behind her. Grandmama was in the doorway, blocking everyone's view, her back faced towards them.

"She's gone!" The woman shrieked, turning around to reveal an empty dungeon cell. She was right. Everything in the cell was left as if no one had occupied the dark room. This was just a bizarre mystery to everyone.

"How can this be? We locked it before we left." Gomez said with a confused look on his face. "No one can possibly escape the cells, unless someone opened the door." Fester brought up, with his husky voice and gruff face. Wednesday stepped into the isolated cell and examined everything.

"It doesn't make sense." She commented aloud. "Not at all!" Grandmama exclaimed, shooting her hands in the air with utter frustration.

Just then, the front door was heard shutting with full force. Everyone was at the dungeon cell, including Lurch and Thing, meaning there could only be one person who was trying to escape.

"She's making a move for it!" Gomez exclaimed, as everyone rushed to the front door. When they opened the door, a huge gust of winter cold wind greeted the family. They could feel tiny sparks of snow melting on the warm surfaces of their faces.

"Is it-?" Pugsley asked, "Snowing. It's snowing." Wednesday finished, answering her brother's question. Everything was covered with a thick blanket of snow. It had to be merely impossible to travel anywhere in those conditions, especially in the cold. But what looked to be a small trail of blood walking away from the house, caught everyone's attention. If you looked close enough, a figure wearing a snow white cape was weakly struggling to walk away against the frostbite winds and crisp pieces of snow.

"There she is!" Pugsley shouted, pointed at the figure. As he said this, the figure stopped and fell to their knees. Once again, Lurch went to retrieve the person who had tried to escape the care of the Addamses. As he brought her back inside the house, the bruises on the girl's face seemed to have healed, including some which were inflicted on her legs.

"Oh dear, what were you thinking?" Morticia asked calmly as the young girl slowly brought herself to sit in a chair. She didn't reply to the matriarch's question, but looked up at the family.

"Your eyes…they're blue." The mother whispered with a hint of surprise in her voice. At her comment, everyone looked at the girl's eyes and were shocked at this. Her eyes were a striking bright blue, they contrasted her face very well. With her blue eyes, pale skin, and dark hair, she must have a deadly stare if she were angry.

"Yes, they're blue." The young girl responded quietly to the family's surprise. "Do you have a name, darling?" Morticia asked.

"My name is Selene."

A.N. Please review, I'm really unsure how this chapter turned out. I was hoping this chapter would be longer and it did, thankfully. But it would be really nice if people gave some feedback about my story or some comments.