Morticia and Gomez awoke in seperate dungeon cells. They saw only blackness infront of them, but a blue light did shine above them.

Morticia was completely dry now, looked as if she hadn't even been in the water. She looked the same as she did when she blacked out the first time, as did her husband.

She looked over her shoulder to see Gomez. She tried to get up and run to him but she realized her wrists and ankles were in shackles. She sat up and screamed. "Gomez! Darling, look to your left!"

Gomez did so and attempted what his wife had, but came to the same realization that he was bound in shackles. "Querida, I'm riht here."

"I see you." Morticia replied and leaned against the wall, as Gomez was now doing. There was a long and heavy silence. "Gomez..."

"Yes, Tish?"

"Do you remember Debbie?"

Gomez nodded. "No matter how many times I try my hand at forgetting."

"Well, that's all starting to look rather good now."

Gomez chuckled. "As always, mi corazón, you are right."

"I love you, mon cher."

Gomez wanted so badly to hold her. "I love you too, my dearest."

Alison clapped, slowly. "Why... aren't you both so sweet together?" Disgusted, she nearly threw up in her mouth. "I hate it." She en eyed Morticia, evily. "And I hate you."

"Why?" Morticia asked. "Because I love my son?"

"Because your love for your son is getting in the way of my need for him. And because you're not the most pleasant of people."

"I don't aspire to be." Morticia replied.

Alison rolled her eyes. "Girls! Bring the boy, and hurry up!" She snapped her fingers.

Loralie, Ashley, Margie and Claire then grabbed Pugsley, struggling against his binds, and raised their hands. He was instantly detained.

"Leave our son alone!" Gomez yelled at her.

"No." Alison said. "Don't worry, I won't kill him. He's going to kill you."

"Not in a million years." Pugsley spat.

"Not in a milion years, you fool. Now." Alison forced his head up using her magic, and forced his eyes to meet her's. "Now, my dear boy... what was it you said to me a while ago?"

"I said I'd do anything for you." Pugsley sounded like a puppy, begging for a treat from it's master.

"Good. Now, get on your knees and stay there." Alison commanded.

Pugsley did so, without hesitation.

"Very good." Alison turned once again to Morticia. "Now, Morticia, you are clever. You figured out exactly what sins we all represent. We were scared you would use it against us."

Morticia said nothing.

"I see we aren't talking." Alison smiled. "Well, very well then. We'll get right to it." She paused. "Pugsley... I don't know if I beleive you're devoted. Use the general sign of submission to power."

Pugsley nodded and kissed Alison's shoe.

Satisfied, Alison used a simple hand motion, and Pugsley was made to rise to his feet.

"Now, Pugsley... I want you to walk over to your mother... and tie her up to that stake over there."

Alison and the girls whispered as Pugsley seee to toy with the idea.

Morticia looked at a frightened Gomez. "Mon cher..." She whispered. "Listen to me carefully."

Gomez nodded.

"J'ai un flacon de potion caché dans ma robe. Je vais l'utiliser. Dès que je le ferai, vous aurez une minute pour me sauver." She said. "Alright?"

"I'll do anything to protect you." He whispered.

"I know. I love you, mon sauvage."

"I love you to, amour de mi vida."

"I trust you." Morticia ended the conversation. She saw her son walking towards her. "Pugsley, please. Darling, you don't wanna do this."

"No, mother. I don't." He replied.

"Pugsley." Alison reprimanded.

"Then stop." Morticia's voice was hoarse.

"I can't!" Pugsley yelled and moved faster.

"Pugsley, I don't care what you do. I love you. I love you more than this wretched woman does. I know this isn't you. I know my darling baby boy is still in there somewhere."

"No, he isn't." Alison stated.

Morticia ignored her. "I know it, my little vermin. Please don't let me be wrong."

Pugsley grabbed her and tied her to the pole.

"Very good." Alison smiled. She then handed Claire a match.

Claire lit it.

"Now, Claire, set the bitch ablaze."

Claire was just about to throw the match, but Pugsley looked into his mother's eyes, ran behind Claire and grabbed her.

"Pugsley, what the fuck are you doing?" Alison was furious.

"I'm defying you!" Pugsley yelled, pulled a knife out of his pocket with salt on it and held it to Claire's throat.

Claire cried out in pain.

"Mother, you were wrong. You're baby boy isn't in here. Not anymore. Now, mother, I'm a man. I could never hurt you." Pugsley looked Alison directly in the eyes and pressed the knife closer to the lust-filled witch's throat. "A long time ago, the best woman I know, told me that there's a difference between pain and hurt. And nobody hurts my mother."

"But... Pugsley-"

Alison was cut off by Claire letting go of the lit match, and flames lighting the wood around the pole on fire.

Pugsley dropped the knife and screamed. "No!"

Morticia was overcome with heat. The vile was inside of her sleeve. All she had to do was grab it, fast. She toyed with her sleeves, frustrated. Finally, she grabbed the vile. She slipped her hands out of the loose ropes and opened the vile. The contents were poured all over the blaze. Immediatley, the fire stopped.

Gomez knew this was his moment. He realized there was a weak bar, and quickly snapped it. He then crawled through the large oppening in the cell and ran to Morticia. He jumped over the blaze and grabbed her before anybody could react. He then pulled water from a large vile in his pocket and demolished the flames.

The couple ran. Pugsley ran after them.

"Grab them! Grab Pugsley! Just... damn it!"

Pugsley threw a vile of salt at both his parents. "Use it! I'll be fine!"

Gomez and Morticia nodded and split off.

Ashley ran up to Morticia and grabbed her. "I always said I was the better witch out of all of them."

Morticia laughed. "You may be better, dear. But I'm the best." Morticia then pulled the vile from her cleavage and poured salt all over Ashley, disabling her.

Ashley screamed, her skin burned but salt wouldn't stop scroching it. "Stop! Stop, stop! Please!"

"Crescere!" Morticia screamed. It was Latin, for grow.

"No!" Ashley screamed. The salt spread all over her body. "Please, what do you want?"

"I want you to submit."

"What?" Ashely cried.

"You're made of pride. And I'm going to use your most powerful weapon to destory you. Pride is everything you are. Submit, admit you made countless errors, admit that you are wrong, and admit that there are plenty of other witches who are far better than you will ever be."

"No!"

"Crescere."

Ashlet broke down. "Okay! I have made countless errors..." She paused.

"Cresc-"

"I'm wrong! I'm so very wrong, and there are plenty of other witches who are far... far better than I will ever be."

"Good. Crescere."

"What?" Ashley screamed as her skin burned worse and she slowly was losing conciousness.

Soon, all of the other witches, who's sins were used against them, were in similar states. That is, all except for Alison.

"I don't need them." Alison said, when she was surrounded. "I don't need any of them." She was trembling. "I'm warning you!" She shouted as they came closer.

"What are you going to do, Alison? You live to control others. Now, you don't control anyone." Pugsley spoke.

"You've lost your power, haven't you, Alison?" Morticia asked.

"No..." Alison backed up until she hit bars. And then the cage she unknowingly walked into closed. It brought her into the air. "No, no, no!" She screamed. "What is this?"

"A trap. This cage was here, in the corner of the room. All I had to do was cover it in salt."

Alison's flesh began to tear, her skin began to burn, and she screamed in pain. "God, I'm dying!"

"Speaking of salt... Morticia?" Gomez kissed his wife's hand. "Would you do the honors?"

"With pleasure, mon amour." Morticia smiled, wickedly at Alison, giving her a taste of her own medicine. "Alison, rexite the spell to get my family back or suffer the consequences."

"You're bluffing..." Alison breathed through the pain.

"Am I?" Morticia gave Alison the death glare. "Pluet sunt, salis!!"

"No!" Alison screamed as a gallon of salt poured from the cage and rained down on her. She screamed, cried and writed as her flesh melted away. "Just a gallon?"

"Would you like to try for a barrel?" Morticia asked.

"Yes."

Morticia then repeated the phrase, may salt rain down, and a barrel of salt poured over a now naked Alison.

"Care to try for a new phrase? I'm thinking, death by salt?"

Alison cried and shook her head. "No! Stop! Stop, I'm begging you!"

"Then recite the spell." Morticia commanded.

"Okay." Alison now realized her last moments would surely be spent, bending to the will of the woman she most despised. "Release them from the mind. Release the mind from them. Bring the distorted universe... back..." She was wheezing. "Back to the undistored reality. I command you, Addams'... awaken." She was exhausted, in pain and in tears. "Ex animo dimittere eos..." She stopped.

Morticia didn't miss a beat. "Pluet sun-"

Alison continued immisdeatley. "Animus ex dimittere eos. Adducere... ad universum conveniebat vel distorto undistorted re. Quod praecipip tibi. Addams'... suscitant."

"Where are they?" Morticia asked.

"At home. You are in some sort of spell realm I conjured..." She coughed up blood and screamed again. "I conjured up. You should return home... at any moment. You destroyed me."

"Not yet, we haven't."

"Fine. Pour salt all over me, kill me."

Morticia shook her head. "No. No, Alison what I'm going to do to you is far worse."

The cage lowered, and Alison sat, stunned.

"Crawl over here." Morticia commanded.

Alison obeyed and inched over to Morticia.

"Alison, you are a very clever witch. And you can easily rebuild everything you've lost. And for the sake of my family, I just can't let that happen." Morticia held out her hand. "Pugsley, please retreive the spellbook from Margie's back pocket."

Pugsley did so and brought it to his mother.

Morticia placed one hand on the book and raised the other. "I hereby proclaim that I am not doing this out of pure spite or for mere personal satisfaction."

"No." Alison knew what was happening.

"Alison... ex-leader of your now non-existent coven, as new leader, I now strip you and all members not including the present leader, of all power, magick and any threatening non-magick. I now demolish this coven, as it is an insult to witchcraft itself."

Alison shriveled up inside. All of the sudden, both she and all the members turned into average humans, only the old ones looked old now.

"Alison... hand me the match."

Alison nodded and gave Morticia the match.

Morticia then knelt down and set the book on the floor. "Is this your book?"

"Don't-" Alison was held back by Pugsley, who needed not to put forth much effort.

Morticia talked to the book as if it were an infant. "So you're the onw that's been helping her to all the damage? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Alright, there's no easy way to say this. It's time for you to burn." She breifly looked up at Alison. "You weren't used responsibly."

She then took the match and set the book on fire.

By the time the book was done buring, all of the Addamses were back home in their dungeon... and so were the witches.

Pugsley and his mother stood over the pitiful women.

"Leave my house. Now." Morticia commanded.

Pugsley held Alison's jaw so she looked him in the eye. "Nobody hurts my family. Got that? If any of you ever try to contact me or talk to me, if you think about me or even ask about me or anyone else in my family for that matter, ever again, you won't walk out of my house alive. You should be kissing my mother's shoes right now becuase you could be dead." Pugsley eyed her then, waiting.

"What are you waiting for?" A weak Alison asked.

"I'm waiting for you to thank her. And to thank me. Infact, I want you to thank everyone in this room. And for my mother, I want you to give her the general sign of submission."

Alison kneeled before the family. "Thank... you." She coughed. "Thank you." She then kneeled before Morticia and kissed her shoe. Disgusted with herself, she spoke. "Thank you for sparing my life, Morticia."

Morticia smiled. "You can stand, dear. I don't want you to submit to me forever. I want you to stay away from me, forever. Now, please, get up and walk yourself and your friends out of my family's home."

The witches all nodded and ran out.

"Good riddance!" Máma shouted.

The family laughed and retired to the living room, where they all talked about their fears and stories from the hell that Alison had put them through.

It was now nightfall, and Gomez carried his wife just as he had on their wedding night, all the way up to their bedroom for some much needed alone-time.

"Morticia..." Gomez drew out her name, love is his voice as he layed his black beauty on their marital bed, ontop of black, silken sheets. He kissed her passionatley.

"Gomez..." Morticia moaned. "You have a fictional three years to make up for tonight, Gomez."

"I'll enjoy every moment of it. My heart beats for you, mi amore."

"Oh, Gomez..." Mortcia's tounge danced with his.

Gomez took his time, gently removing her clothing, as she was spent from recent events.

Soon, they were naked, in eachother's arms. Gomez, on top of his lovely goddess of the night, kissed her all pver her porcelain body. His hands were entangled in her hair as he whispered Italian terms of endearmwnt to his one and only.

As the night progressed, things got more heated. Gomez always did treat her like a peice of nearly unshatterable glass at first. And when both parites screamed eachother's names in esctasy, they thanked God that they didn't let their son make too huge of a mistake.

Cousin Itt officiated the wedding, but thankfully the marraige papers that Pugsley and Alison both signed weren't even legal.