Chapter Seven: Come To Me, I Am Waiting for You, and I Can't Wait

Authors Note: So, so, so sorry for not updating. I've been so busy lately with school and the Halloween season (I run/act in a haunted house), not to mention I had a severe case of Writer's Block when attempting to write this chapter. But C'est La Vie. Here it is now. Enjoy :)

Heading up the backstairs, holding her wrists as she did so, Morticia began to feel as if she were rabid. The pain from her wounds was making her mind spin in undefinable pleasure and her vision was blurring in and out of focus. As she looked up at the top of the stairs she suddenly saw the top step burst into flames. She stopped and just stared at it; she knew it was her mind playing tricks on her but she found it fascinating. Walking closer to the flames she watched as they suddenly faded away and instead a dark shadow loomed up behind her. Whipping around, startled, she saw that there was nothing there and the shadow was gone. She smiled at that small bolt of fear that ripped through her body upon spotting the shadow and once again found herself liking the idea of going insane.

As she walked down the dimly lit hallway, she was kind of hoping she would hallucinate again and fall a little deeper into this new-found darkness of her mind while another part of her just wanted to escape the mind games all together and return back to her natural, known darkness. Opening the door to her bedroom, she let out a sigh of relief that Gomez wasn't there, she didn't want him to see her like this, not when he thought it was all over.

Upon entering their connecting bathroom, Morticia turned on the water and slowly ran her torn wrists under the cool spray of water, her dark, oxygen-deprived blood staining the porcelain sink briefly before swirling down the drain. Opening the old, mahogany doors underneath, she quickly reached in and drew out a bottle of alcohol, blowing off the cobwebs, and setting it on the edge of the sink. Twisting off the cap, she held out her slit wrist and poured the liquid onto her wound and immediately smiled at the feel of it burning into her skin, stinging her like fire. It felt good to her.

She let it bubble in her wound until the stinging went away before running it back under the water and scrubbing it with soap. Once it was cleaned out to her liking, she reached into the open medicine cabinet at her right and drew out some bandages. Just as she finished bandaging her wrist and moved to clean out the bite mark on the other, she heard Gomez call her from downstairs,

"Morticia! Tish, where are you?"

"I'm upstairs, darling," she called back to him reluctantly. How the hell was she supposed to explain THIS?

"Tish," Gomez smiled as he walked into the bedroom. "You've got to come downstairs and taste the cookies Mama and the children made!"

"In a moment, dear," Morticia called through the closed bathroom door.

"Alright, I'll meet you downstairs," Gomez replied happily before moving to head out the door.

"Gomez, wait," Morticia called urgently to him. "I need to speak with you."

"Is everything alright, Querida?" Gomez asked, slight concern evident in his voice as he turned away from the door and walked back into the room.

"I don't know," Morticia replied as she quickly bandaged up her other wrist and pulled down her dress sleeves before opening the door. As she walked over to him she continued, "Something strange happened in the conservatory earlier."

"What do you mean "strange"?" Gomez asked praying that it wasn't the "strange" that he was thinking about.

"Well...I...she's back again...and I'm feeling like I'm out of control...she's part of me now..."

"What?" Gomez responded, his voice full of fear-filled worry.

"I'm sorry, Gomez," Morticia began, her voice tight from holding back the sudden urge to cry. Turning away with crossed arms she continued, "I should have been stronger, I should have..."

"Shh, shh," Gomez whispered as he spun her around and pulled her into his chest. "You can't blame yourself," he murmured against her hair as he placed a soft kiss against it.

"But it's scaring me and I'm finding myself falling further and further into this new-found darkness...I like it..."

"Don't say that," Gomez told her softly but strongly as he moved back to look into her tormented eyes.

"Why!?" Morticia retorted, shocked at how suddenly her mood changed from worried to irritated. "Because it's true?

"That's just what she wants you to think," Gomez told her, taken aback by her sudden hiss.

"She has no control over my mind," Morticia growled, able to keep from shouting due to years of practice.

"Oh really?" Gomez replied calmly but with a sharp edge.

Morticia pushed her way out of his embrace and moved to stand a good five feet away from him, her arms crossed protectively in front of her.

They just stared at each other with emotionless eyes before Gomez finally looked down with a sigh and apologized, "I'm sorry, Cara, it's just that...I'm so scared over the fact that you're THIS sick..."

"No, Gomez, I'M sorry," Morticia replied, calming down. "Forgive me for snapping at you, it's just...I don't know what's happening to me! And I'm scared at how I seem to be wanting more and more of this insane state. I don't know if that's me or her...I don't know who I am anymore..."

"What did she do?" Gomez asked, tentatively taking a step toward her.

"Apparently she's like a split personality now...I think I'm possessed."

Gomez looked at her, just stared at her, letting the word 'possessed' sink into his mind.

"Well say something!" Morticia practically begged. "Tell me you still love me, tell me this won't push you away from me..."

"I need to take a walk...I need to think of a way to get us out of this..." Gomez replied softly as he moved to walk past her toward the door.

"Gomez?" Morticia called to him, her voice high pitched in both sorrow and worry.

"Don't worry, Cara Mia," Gomez said reassuringly as he pulled her to his side, placing a quick kiss to her temple. "I'll be back. I won't leave you alone."

She watched as he disappeared out the door and continued to look at where he once was until she heard the front door shut with a soft thud. "He'll come back," Morticia told herself to calm her uncertainty. "He always does..." Shutting her bedroom door, she looked up at the ceiling and growled to her demon, "As for you, are you going to tell me what you want?"

There was no answer and Morticia looked back down and walked toward the window. She watched as the sun sank the last few feet below the horizon, casting the sky into a pale purple and the clouds into a fiery red. Turning away, she fetched her cloak from the closet and throwing it over her shoulders and putting up the hood, she headed out her room, downstairs, and out the back door to take a walk through the cemetery, hoping that he'll come out and find her and nothing between them needs to change. But right now that seemed impossible.