A.N. The more I write this story, the less ideas I get. But I'm extremely motivated to continue and complete this story. It hasn't been easy getting the whole structure of this story organized, so I'm taking my time in order to make the story clear.
'But if I stay, you may experience the darkest misery and depths of evil that has followed me…'
"Your house is very enthralling." Selene remarked as her eyes explored the living room.
Nothing inside the Addams household was boring nor simple. Strange and astonishing objects lined the walls and shelves: ancient weapons, swords, axes, whips, chains, and other torture devices were presented as if they were the most cherished treasures that ever existed on the face of Earth. Antique objects decked the shelves, accompanied by family pictures adding a breath of life with the salt and pepper effects.
"Thank you. It gives us the perfect sense of 'home.'" Morticia replied, taking a sip of tea.
"I've never seen anything like this-" Selene stopped mid-way in her sentence, her face dropping as if she saw Heaven's luminous rays beaming at her like the Sun. She stood up and walked towards a particular object resting on an open shelf.
It was a golden crescent moon that was placed on a silver square, with a glass chrysanthemum crowned in the center of the moon. The chrysanthemum was crafted with the utmost care that every single detail was indented and crafted. Selene moved closer and closer to inspect the beautiful piece of art that looked as if it were created at the hands of angels and were a prized possession of the heavens.
"That has been in our family for at least four generations. Around the time the children's great-aunt, Calpurnia, was alive in the early 1700s." Gomez enlightened, exhaling a slow cloud of smoke from his smoky, wooden cigar.
"Do you mind if I hold it?" Selene uttered, her eyes not leaving the sophisticated piece.
"No, go ahead and take a look at it." He replied, with a smile. The young girl carefully took the piece and set it carefully on the coffee table.
"It's quite old, but nonetheless, it's exquisite." Morticia admired, setting her tea carefully on the table.
Selene remained quiet as she stared at the treasure. She looked as if she were stuck in a never-ending dream, the currents of beauty sucking her into a world of fantasy, admiration, and memory.
"Selene?" Morticia's voice chorused into the channel that held Selene's attention, breaking her from the connection.
"Yes?" Selene's voice squeaked, bringing her senses back to reality.
"Happens to everyone the first time they lay eyes on the sculpture." Gomez teased.
"It happened to me the first I set eyes on Morticia." His voice beginning to fill with lust and the hunger for Morticia. He sat beside his beloved and kissed her hands.
"Soyez patient, mon cher." Morticia replied, capturing her husband's eyes with hers.
"Tish! That's French." Gomez uttered, giving her hand one more passionate kiss. Morticia perked her eyebrow and gave him a knowing look.
"Please excuse us." The matriarch said calmly.
"It's quite alright. I'm used to it. My parents are also passionately involved with one another." Selene chuckled.
"Are they really?" Wednesday's voice rang from behind Selene. The 11 year-old girl walked past Selene, with a butcher knife in hand. She eyed her carefully, as Wednesday sat in a nearby chair. Wednesday spotted the magical piece on the table.
"Mother, Father, you're showing her the sculpture?" She asked in her usual manner.
"Yes, it's beautiful, isn't it?" Gomez replied, motioning his daughter to sit down in a nearby chair.
"Actually, it's a music box." Selene revealed with a small smile on her face.
"A music box? How can that be?" Gomez pondered aloud. Selene leaned forward and for every other petal, she pressed it inwards.
"My mother had a similar one, but she had given it away as a gift to someone." She replied, continuing the pattern, and when she neared the core of the flower, she pressed the last petal inwards, and the flower clicked up about two centimeters.
"I had missed it so much, that she had another made for just for me." Selene continued on, this time turning the outer layer and an inner layer of the flower in opposite directions. The small group of the family members watched in utter fascination. Another click was heard, which lifted the core of the flower slightly above itself. Selene carefully turned the small section, and then the outer layer twice.
The center retracted to its original position within the flower, and a tiny golden glow emanated from it. Slowly, a small bell-like melody began to play. The music was almost fairy-like and filled the living room with a light feeling of being on the moon. (A.N. For a better effect in reading the story, I'd suggest listening to each of these songs.)
"It plays three melodies. The first is Fairies in the Moonlight and the second is Black Gardenias and the final one is The Fairy King." Selene explained as the melodies began to fade out, and the glow stopped.
"A music box….How charming." Morticia remarked, curling her blood red lips into a smile.
"It's a…music box…" Gomez said to himself, feeling a bit silly as to not knowing what the sculpture really was.
"It's disturbing." Wednesday answered. Selene giggled to herself.
"Thank you." She responded.
Suddenly, someone holding an axe behind Selene swung at her, targeting to chop her head off. But almost as a reflex, she quickly turned her neck to the left, and grabbed her attacker's wrist.
"Almost had me there, but not quite there yet, Pugsley." Selene answered, with a cunning smile.
"How did YOU know I was behind you?" Pugsley asked in disappointment, placing the axe down. Selene smirked.
"I can hear you."
"But I didn't make a sound."
"I could hear the beating of your heart." Looking into Pugsley's hazel brown eyes, her fierce blue eyes made the boy go cold. Her stare gave him an intense cold sensation that felt as if he were being frozen from the core.
"Something's wrong with her." Pugsley blurted chopping off a doll's head off with his little guillotine.
"You haven't noticed?" Wednesday replied, sharpening a chopping knife harshly nearby.
"Everyone adores her." Her brother threw the decapitated doll's head into a small cauldron of boiling oils and acids that sat beside him.
"Why are you jealous?" Pugsley teased. Wednesday glared at him and continued sharpening the blade.
"I'm not jealous. I'm deadly." She replied.
A creak squeaked in the attic and both siblings turned the heads to see who or what caused the sound. Standing in the doorway was their baby brother, crawling towards them, intrigued by what his older siblings were caught up in.
Wednesday and Pugsley looked at each other and a cunning smile split through on their faces.
"She's very unpleasant."
"Yes, she is. I find her a bit disturbing." Morticia agreed.
"She is almost like you." Gomez said, wrapping his arms around Morticia's slim hourglass figure.
"No one can be like me, Gomez." She could feel her husband's hot breaths on her neck. Then she could feel his soft lips and mustache planting kisses along her neck.
"Never." Gomez growled, grazing his teeth on her pale skin, while his hands began unlacing the back of her corset. Almost too quickly, his wife's corset fell to the floor like a dead petal falling from the flower. His warm hands exploring Morticia's body and then wrapping around her plump breasts and gently squeezing them.
"Oh Gomez…" Morticia moaned, and before she realized it, she was completely naked. It was an absolute mystery as to how her husband managed to peel off her clothing so quickly, but she liked that.
"Mine." He growled in her ear, tightly holding her wrists above her head.
"Yours."
Someone knocking at the door boomed throughout the old house.
"Lurch, old man, please get the door!" Gomez requested from upstairs.
The tall butler opened the door, revealing three young beautiful girls dressed in tight black dresses. One had long dark brown hair and green eyes, the second girl had short red hair and light blue-green eyes, and the final girl had golden blonde hair and blue eyes.
"May we see Selene?" The girl with brown hair asked, with an evil look in her eyes.
A.N. This is the longest time ever that I had to write a chapter and it's been killing me that it took such awhile. The girls at the end of this chapter are also from Greek mythology, but I won't tell you who they are until the next chapter.
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