~ Chapter 2 - Witch-Slapped ~
"Get your smart ass back here!" Ophelia screamed as she ran after Morticia who continued to walk nonchalantly down the staircase. Once she entered the living room, Ophelia took her hand and pulled her back to where they were face to face. " Listen! You little w..."
Gomez walked up to the two. "Ophelia, why..." He froze once Morticia snapped her fingers. She then turned her attention back to Ophelia who stared at Gomez's frozen expression...Even at this state, his eyes still were not on her.
"Now, you watch your mouth, Ophelia Frump."
"You watch your damn mouth! How dare you say I don't love him, you don't know how I feel!"
"Do not argue with me, argue with..."
"The spell? That bullshit spell, do it again!"
"Absolutely not. Doing a spell on the same person twice is extremely dangerous. I forbid it." Morticia turned to Gomez and put her forehead against his and stared directly into his dark, brown eyes...she hesitated before she spoke. "You're at your mansion. It is 10 o'clock at night. You just remembered you needed to run an errand for your mother. Ξυπνήστε."
Once she snapped her fingers, Gomez blinked and looked at her and smiled. "...Oh, shoot, the rotten eggs!" He turned around and ran out of the house and slammed the door behind him. Ophelia crossed her arms and shook her head.
"He should have taken me with him." Ophelia said, hopelessly. "He should have taken me to get those filthy eggs, and then took me to the river and made love to me under the stars beneath a willow tree and finally told me that he loved me! Instead he didn't even bother to say goodbye! Or even ask me if I needed anything! ...Screw you and your rulebook, I'm doing the spell myself." She turned and ran into the kitchen. Morticia's eyes grew wide under the low black brim and she rushed after her.
"Ophelia, calm down..."
"Don't touch me! Don't even come near me!"
"Dammit, you're going to kill yourself!"
Ophelia gasped as she pricked her finger with her earring. She poured a couple drops of her blood into a glass of wine. She then took a lighter from her brazere and lit the candle on the centerpiece of the table.
"Ophelia, you can't!"
"I don't need to be a witch to do this shit!" She blew out the candle. The fire roared and shot into her open mouth. She screamed and put her hands over her mouth.
"I warned you." Morticia shook her head and blew out the candle. "Are you alright?"
Tears rolled down Ophelia's cheeks. She removed her hands from her mouth... Morticia screamed in terror.
...
Midnight. Morticia sat in the waiting room in the city hospital. Gomez Addams paced back and fourth in front of her. "Well...this ought to push the wedding back at least a month." He chuckled. Morticia stood and struck him across his face. He looked at her in shock.
"Damn you! Is that all you can think about?! Your beloved is seriously injured and the only thing you can think about is... God, aren't you ashamed?!"
"Yeah, I'm pretty ashamed! I just got bitch-slapped out of nowhere!"
Morticia struck his other cheek and he stumbled backwards. "What did you just call me?"
"A..."
"Which one is related to Ophelia Frump?" The nurse said as she walked into the room. Morticia turned and quickly walked over to her. "I am her sister."
Gomez stood behind Morticia. "I'm her fiancé!... Well, not hers." He pointed downward at Morticia. "Ophelia's."
The nurse looked at him, then at Morticia. "Her lungs are extremely damaged... an operation is highly in order." Morticia gasped and put her hands over her mouth. Gomez laid a hand on her shoulder, but she brushed it off.
"How...exactly did this happen again?" The nurse raised an eyebrow. Morticia looked down and folded her hands together.
"She...was trying to swallow fire. You see, she's always been a fan of Cirque du Soleil, and..."
Gomez threw his head back and laughed. "Right! Right, that is exactly what happened—wait, what language was that, I am suddenly very turned on..."
Morticia scowled and turned around. "Why must you always be such a child?!"
Gomez moved closer to her. "Why must you always wear hats indoors?" He smirked and whispered. "What are you hiding, Morticia?" She shivered. She tried to convince herself it was the cold air, but his warm whisper and his body just inches from hers made her feel...almost powerless. She inhaled and struck him again. The nurse stepped back and Gomez put his hand to his cheek. "What was that one for?!"
"I really don't like you."
The nurse raised her eyebrow. "Okay, so a failed attempt to..."
"Swallow fire." Gomez told the nurse sarcastically, but continued to stare down Morticia. "Because that's what girls do when they have a wedding to plan in 1 week, they go around swallowing fire. Like, duh." The nurse nodded and wrote on her clipboard. Morticia slowly turned back to the nurse. "May I see her?"
"I am sorry..." The nurse said, sincerely. "but she made specific requests. She wishes to see only..." She looked down at her clipboard. "Gomez. Yes, it says Gomez." Morticia's heart sunk... She wants to see Gomez? It's his fault! He drove Ophelia insane, and it is his fault this happened to her! Morticia controlled her anger and nodded. She turned and ran out of the room and down the hall. Gomez started towards her, but the nurse put her hand on his shoulder. "I—I'm sorry sir, but are you Gomez?"
"...No. No, I'm not, I'm sorry." He quickly ran down the hall.