Here is Chapter 9! I hope you like it. *^.^*
For the following days, Morticia and Gomez learned more about each other. Though both of them avoided discussions that could lead to the things they were afraid of divulging to each other. However, it is apparent to both that the other way hiding something.
Mostly, during Morticia's free period when she would usually study or already do her assignments to free her nights, she would stay in the library with Phoebe, and occasionally, Ophelia. They would also do their works, but usually would talk more than write or read, unlike Morticia, who would usually just listen to them as she studies.
Gomez would also be with them whenever he could. He would just watch Morticia study, vaguely paying attention to Phoebe and Ophelia, which suited them better as they would fluster and stutter whenever Gomez would join the conversation.
The reason why Morticia would study during her free periods was to be able to dine out with Gomez after her classes. After their dinner, they would explore the campus and talk until they realized that it was already late, or when either of them absently asked an awkward question that would lead them to pay sudden attention to time and suggest that they should go home.
Usually, it was Morticia who would ask the awkward question, mostly about Gomez's family, making Gomez close like a clam and not speak anymore. She soon realized that his family was a touchy subject, that she learned not to ask about it anymore. Though of course, sometimes she would let a question accidentally slip.
On the rare times Gomez was not around, Morticia would seize the moment to tell Phoebe about how she and Gomez spent the night. She would tell her about the things they talked about, but would not go to the specifics, especially if she thought that what Gomez shared was too private for another person's ears. When time would not allow it, Morticia would tell Ophelia everything in hushed voice during their classes.
Of course, Ophelia already knew about what happened. When Morticia arrives home every night, she would be situated in the sitting room on the second floor, waiting for her sister to tell her what they did, totally ignoring the fact that the time was already late and Morticia needed some sleep. But still, Ophelia would intently listen as her sister recalled the occurrence of the previous night, and comment and ask further with Phoebe. Sometimes, Morticia would answer, but more often than not, she would just smile at them mysteriously and say nothing. This left Phoebe and Ophelia frustrated from guessing.
One particular day, Gomez was not with them and Morticia had no work to do. She was telling Phoebe and Ophelia about her observation on Gomez's reluctance to discuss his family.
"… and when I would ask him simple things about his family, like whether he has a sibling, which I must say I have asked several times already, he would suddenly remember that it was already eleven in the evening. Or sometimes, he would ask me a question completely off topic."
"I told you, Morticia, not just once or twice" Ophelia replied in an exasperated tone. "You better not pester him about things he does not want to talk about."
"Ophelia, you cannot blame Morticia for wanting to know more about Gomez," Phoebe said softly. "After all, she seemed to have told him quite many things about her. It is only fair that Gomez gives his share."
"Many things, yes. But I'm quite certain Morticia haven't told Gomez about a specific thing about her," Ophelia retorted stubbornly. "Have you, Morticia?"
"If you are asking me whether I already told him that I am a witch, or I must say that I want to become a fully-pledged witch, then the answer is no," Morticia answered fiddling with her pen. "Gomez is keeping something from me and I know it. He could be a witch hunter and if I tell him that I am a witch, he might just bring me to his superiors for an execution."
"Oh, I doubt that he would do that," Phoebe countered gently. She put her face to rest on top of her hands propped on the library table. "He is too into you, Morticia. Even if he is a witch hunter, which I also doubt, he would never do you in."
"But have you told him that you still want to go to Salem University?" Ophelia asked.
"No," Morticia replied. She looked sadly at her sister. "He is a sharp man, he might put two and two together and realize what I want to be. And if he is a witch hunter –"
"Are you worried that he might be a witch hunter or that he might be afraid of you once he knew?" Phoebe interrupted.
"I…" was Morticia's only response. She rested her head on top of the table.
"You really like him, don't you, Morticia?" Phoebe softly asked. She placed a comforting hand on Morticia's shoulder. "You are afraid that he might lose interest and be afraid of you, aren't you?"
Morticia shifted her head to look at Phoebe. "He's… I..."
"I think Morticia wants a reassurance," Phoebe said to Ophelia, who looked at her blankly.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, her being a witch is something unusual and what everyone is afraid of, just like me being a banshee –"
"You are a banshee?!" Ophelia almost cried, her eyes wide in shock.
"Oh, hush, Ophelia," Phoebe scolded. "Please do not shout about my real identity. Besides, I thought you told her, Morticia."
"She was usually with Christian when I first met you," Morticia said in a muffled voice with her head still on the table, not looking at either of them. "Then the week later, Gomez came to the picture and I got distracted…"
"You like him!" Ophelia exclaimed.
"Shush, Ophelia," Phoebe scolded, obviously irritated at her tendency of exclaiming loudly on private matters. "As I was saying, she wants a reassurance that even if she told Gomez what she truly is, he would not run away, screaming his head off. And I think, the only reassurance she could get is Gomez being an open book as well."
"But Gomez might be thinking the same thing," Ophelia contradicted. "I mean, he probably could sense that Morticia was also keeping something from him."
"Well, he asked me why Mother and I were not in good terms," Morticia replied, raising her head a bit. "I only said that we had difference."
"And what did he say?"
"He did not pursue the subject, but I think he knew something was off," Morticia said before dropping her head again on the table with a dull thud.
"But if you do not like him, none of this matters," Ophelia pointed out. She lifted Morticia's head from the table and pushed her back on her chair, forcing her to look at them "You would not care to know about his family and you would not be conflicting about telling him that you are a witch."
"Of course, she likes him, Ophelia –" Phoebe started as she watched Morticia put her head onto the table once again.
"Then why won't she admit it out loud?" Ophelia interrupted. She moved to push Morticia back up but Phoebe stopped her.
"She does not have to tell us. She has to tell Gomez."
"Well then, why don't you tell him?"
"He isn't pursuing the subject," Morticia's voice same even more muffled.
"And it would be anticlimactic if she would just suddenly tell Gomez that she likes him," added Phoebe. She shared a delighted glance with Ophelia, for though implicitly, Morticia finally admitted her feelings, at least to them.
"Why?" Ophelia asked. She rested her arms on the table and put her chin on top of her arms.
"Because Gomez is a romantic man. Don't you remember that he told Morticia that he wanted to divulge his feelings for her during dinner and not along the hallway of the Literature Building?"
"I remember. But he is not asking Morticia either, how would he know –?"
"Whether Morticia likes him? Of course he knows –"
"He does?" Morticia asked, pulling herself up suddenly. She looked at Phoebe with alarmed eyes.
"How could he know?" Ophelia asked Phoebe.
"Not in so many ways. He could vaguely feel it," she replied, reclining on her chair. "But then, he is so into you that he could just be imagining it since you have not told him yet, meaning no confirmation. And in order to avoid looking fooling by asking you with the possibility of being rejected, he just enjoys your company. It is better to be your friend than be rejected with things awkward between the two of you."
"Would he still ask her, then?" Ophelia asked.
"Yes, definitely. But when, I am not sure. It could be when he is not patient to wait any longer."
Neither Morticia nor Ophelia replied. For Ophelia, Phoebe's reply was enough, though for Morticia, her friend's response raised a new curiosity.
"You seem to know many things about men, Phoebe," she said.
"I was married once, I think I know how men think," Phoebe replied, barely batting an eyelid. "Well, perhaps our kind of men," she added with a wink.
"You were married?!" Ophelia definitely cried. The occupants of the nearby table looked at them.
"Why do you have to repeat the things about me in a shout, Ophelia?" Phoebe asked exasperatedly. Morticia rolled her eyes and almost smiled.
"I'm sorry, I'm just surprised," Ophelia apologized. "It is one thing that you are a banshee –"
"Don't –" Morticia hissed, but her sister just ignored her.
"– no wonder your voice is husky. But being married is another thing," finished Ophelia, her voice shrilly with surprise.
"When were you married, Phoebe?" Morticia asked in a quiet voice, choosing to ignore her sister's insensitivity. "You seem to speak about it as if it was ages ago."
"You can say that. Banshees are immortal, you see," Phoebe replied with no trace of humor. "We do not die of natural causes but we can be killed. We can get run over by a car and die, especially that we'd rather not go to the hospitals to get cure. There would be too many awkward questions and once they learned what we are, they will just kill us, so there is no difference.
"Anyway, some decades ago, I think it was during the late 50s or early 60s, I was married. However, after our son died…" Phoebe paused to swallow. Her eyes watered but she did not cry. She took a deep breath before continuing. "After our son died, we got divorced and he married a vampire. I, however, retained his name, Munster, and left the country. I only returned this year."
"I didn't know that banshees could be killed," Morticia whispered. "There were no accounts."
"Well, many banshees are uneducated, so whenever they see humans, they scream, not to kill, but because they are scared."
"You mean, your kind do not kill on purpose?"
"No. But our screams are fatal to humans."
"Have you –?" Ophelia quipped, and fortunately, it was in a whispered.
"No, my family line was educated and we learned to mingle with humans," Phoebe cut into Ophelia before she could finish her question. "Who taught us, I do not know, but I am grateful to that person."
"You should write about banshees, Phoebe," Morticia suggested. She leaned forward to Phoebe with great interest. "Let people know about your kind and start spreading equality."
"A kind thought, Morticia, thank you. But people are too…"
"Prejudiced?" Ophelia offered, disgust coursing through her voice.
"Yes."
"No matter how many people claim that there are good witches, no one believes them. Same thing about banshees, Morticia."
Morticia did not speak for a time, sinking in what Ophelia just said. "I am sorry about your son, Phoebe."
"Thank you, Morticia,"
"How did he… die?" Ophelia quietly asked,
"Eddy was a very unruly child. Nothing Herman, my ex-husband, and I tell him would stop him when he wants to do something. I honestly do not know why he was like that.
"One day, he and his friends went cliff diving… he was only seven!" Tears streamed down Phoebe's cheeks. Even Morticia's eyes were gleaming.
"I'm sorry," Ophelia murmured sadly.
"Things between me and Herman were already fragile having been married at a young age. And Eddy's death severed the only link that bound us together." Phoebe said in a similarly quiet voice. "He married my stepsister, Lily."
"Your sister?" Morticia repeated in surprise. "But she is a vampire."
"My mother married her father, the Count."
"The Count?"
"I'm not certain. Their family is big; I think many of them claimed to be the real Count Dracula."
"How exactly do banshees reproduce? That is if you do not mind me asking," Ophelia asked. "I mean, are there male banshees?"
"No, there are none. But when female banshees mate with any male being, human or not, young banshees are born," Phoebe started explaining. "There is actually no guarantee that the mating would bring banshees. Sometimes, the male would overcome the banshee's genes and produce his offspring. It could be male or female. Like my brother, he was human."
"Was?"
"He died a long time ago…"
"I'm sorry…"
"You saw death of relatives many times already…" Ophelia quietly commented. "I really am sorry."
"Death is inevitable, I am not just fortunate to experience it myself."
"There is a reason." Morticia consoled Ophelia by placing a hand over hers and squeezing it and giving her a smile. "Had you died, I would not have met you."
Phoebe smiled back at Morticia. The greenish tinge of her skin marred with slight pink as she blushed, completely pleased that once in her life, someone truly appreciated her.
Gomez was extremely nervous when he arrived at the Literature Building. He decided to tell Morticia about Fester, his family, what happened to them, and why. Upon reaching the sixth floor, he could not stop himself from having jitters. He took out a cigar from his pocket and inhaled a long draft. He just blew out the smoke and was about to take another huff when an old janitor passed him and scolded him for smoking inside the building, which was a non-smoking area.
"I'm sorry," Gomez murmured to the janitor who was glaring daggers at him, as he pocketed his still alight cigar. Taking several deep, smoke-free breaths, he finally managed to stop his involuntary movements. However, his anxiety seemed to grow. If only he could finish his cigar, his nervousness would surely leave him. Instead, he nervously waited for the warning bell to sound.
Morticia was accustomed to Gomez waiting outside her classroom after her last period that it did not surprise her to see him leaning seemingly casual on the wall beside the classroom door. However, she frowned upon seeing his face. His usual smiling eyes looked serious, lacking their usual twinkle. He tried to smile at her when she reached him but just like several nights ago, his smile looked more like a grimace.
"Gomez?" she asked worriedly when she reached him. She vaguely waved goodbye to Phoebe who climbed down the stairs to leave her alone with him.
His eyes flickered with joy for a fraction of a second upon hearing the concern in her voice. However, remembering the reason for his anxiety, his eyes lost their joy.
"Is there anything wrong?" she asked with the same worried sound in her voice. Even her eyes mirrored her worry.
"You are wrong," Gomez and Morticia heard a female voice reply. They both turned and saw Natalie and her friends watching them, envy apparent in their faces.
"I have something important to tell you, Morticia," Gomez said, facing Morticia and completely ignoring Natalie, as if she did not just interrupt him. He took her hand and pressed his lips on it for a kiss, trying to put his entire unsaid message in it. "Come with me now?"
She felt that he was attempting to say many things in the kiss that she frowned and felt a bit nervous. She nodded and together, they left, leaving Natalie and her friends enraged with jealousy.
They drove in silence and Morticia dared not to break the quiet atmosphere. It was not until she saw unfamiliar landscape that she realized that they were driving outside the campus. She glanced at Gomez, who was looking distracted with nervousness, and decided not to question the whereabouts of their destination. She stared outside and anxiously wondered what was going on.
Meanwhile, Gomez was having his own internal struggle: should he or should he not tell Morticia? He knew that she was also nervous at his inexplicable actions, also at his decision of driving outside the campus, but he could not command his mouth to open and speak, for he might just throw up because of the anxiety that was filling him up. He could not bear to imagine her disgusted with her. And that added up to his worries.
They continued driving for an hour or so. Finally, they parked outside a rather fancy restaurant. Despite his nervousness, Gomez did not forget his manners and helped Morticia out of the car. Still in silence, they walked inside the restaurant, where the doorman tipped off his hat as they entered.
A female receptionist who was all over Gomez, just like any other women in their right mind, checked his reservation and asked a waiter to bring them to their table. It was inside the private area at the back of the restaurant. Another waiter came, carrying a plate of appetizer and placed it on their table as the other waiter handed them the menu and moved to leave.
However, neither Morticia nor Gomez seemed to be kin to be interrupted that they placed an order hastily. Before leaving, the waiter assured them that their order would be served in twenty minutes. The other waiter also left, feeling that is presence was unwanted.
Could stand it any longer, Morticia spoke up in an unintentional stern voice. "Gomez, what is bothering you? You barely said a word to me and I am getting more anxious by the minute." Realizing that she sounded all but anxious, she moderated her voice. "Please, Gomez, tell me what is wrong."
Gomez took a deep breath. "I want to tell you the truth."
"The truth about what?" she asked in a low voice.
"About me. You have asked me several times about my family and I avoided answering your ques –"
"It does not matter. I know you are not ready to discuss your family and it is alright with me. I understand."
"I am now ready. Well, I think I am now ready," he hesitated. "I spent last night and most of the morning contemplating –"
"That is why you haven't got much sleep," she commented.
"Yes. And I want you to know everything. All I ask from you is not to interrupt me as I speak."
"Sorry," Morticia said meekly, looking down at her hands on her lap.
Gomez reached out to pull Morticia's hand away from her. He gently caressed it and did not let go of it as he spoke. "Don't be…" he let out a shaky breath before starting. "I had a brother, his name was Fester."
She opened her mouth to ask about the past tense he used. But then she remembered his request and pressed her lips together and listened to him. "He left years previously and until now, he has not returned. His absence was because of what I did, which ultimately caused the death of my father.
"You see, seven years ago, he was in love to Flora and Fauna Amore. Everywhere he went, women fawn over him. He was also Mother and Father's favorite son that in their will, most of the fortune would be passed on to Fester. I was three years younger and although as children we were extremely close, I was no more than his shadow. People identified me as 'Fester's younger brother' and no one bothered to know my name.
"Because of that, I became jealous of Fester that I..." he squeezed her hand and closed his eyes as he continued. "I decided to hurt him the hardest way I could – I... I made the amore twins fall in love with me and convinced them to get immensely angry at him."
Morticia gasped but said nothing.
"I told the Amore twins a number of lies, that Fester said this and that about them, that Fester thought that they were this and that. It was not that hard to convince them, actually. And so, I succeeded and dropped the bombshell to Fester: I never loved nor had a little interest to the Amore twins. I was merely playing with them to hurt him.
She gasped again and put her free hand on her mouth. Silent tears cascaded down her cheeks. He reached out his other hand to wipe her tears, but they kept on falling.
"Devastated, Fester told the Amore twin about what I did to them," he said, his voice broke. "Please do not cry, Morticia."
"I'm sorry," she said again, taking a deep breath to calm herself down.
"They were reluctant to believe as I have told them a rather believable story about Fester. But then I did not care about them anymore, I already hurt Fester, mission accomplished. So I admitted that what Fester told them were true."
For the third time, Morticia gasped. Fresh tears streamed down her cheeks. She took a blank handkerchief from her purse and dabbed her eyes.
"They cried in front of me," Gomez said in a low voice. It was not until now that he realized the pain he had caused Fester and the Amore twins. "They demanded to tell them I was just joking, which of course, I was not. They collapsed and Mr. and Mrs. Amore came in. They were angry at me, although they did not yet know what I did. They were just mad because they knew I did something to their daughters. They brought the twins to the hospital and Fester came with them. I think Fester told them everything, either on their way to the hospital or after the twins were admitted." He looked at her and understood her unasked question. "They, the Amore twins cracked up. They have gone insane by what I did."
Morticia's eyes grew big and she sank on her chair, breathing heavily. Gomez held her hand tighter, as if she was a life line.
"Fester only returned to tell me what happened, perhaps he also told our parents. And he left for good. Of course, our parents were devastated by Fester's leaving and disappointed by my actions. I cannot blame them, now I truly realized what I did. After a year's effort of finding Fester, my father succumbed to grief and… died. He died disappointed with me."
This time, his hold on her slackened in weakness and humiliation, but she did not let go. Instead, she tightened her hold on his hand, giving him the energy to go on.
"I never stopped looking for Fester. During the summer break, I would drive from East to West Coast, from Northern Canada to Mexico, fly overseas, but still find no trace of Fester. Years ago, I found out where the Amore twins were confined and I visited them, although I was banned from the premises.
"The twins seemed to have forgotten what I did, as when they saw me, they were actually glad. When I first visited them, they were catatonic, but they started speaking upon seeing me. I frequently visited them because I hoped that knew where Fester might be. But they had no idea.
"Just this past summer, Mr. and Mrs. Amore found out that I was visiting and issued a restraining order against me… and Fester… he's still gone." Silence enveloped them as the ending of his story lingered in the air. He braved a look at Morticia. Her eyes were still shimmering with tears and her pristine cheeks were tear-stained. He once again lifted his free hand and brushed away her tears.
"Oh, Morticia, please stop crying," he softly said. "I cannot bear to see you cry."
"That was awful," she whispered.
"I know, and I still regret doing that to such innocent people."
Quite anticlimactic, the waiter arrived. Seeing that he interrupted a private conversation, he hastily served their meal and left in a flash.
Morticia looked down on her plate. "I do not think I can eat."
Gomez stared at her, not believing what he just heard. "Aren't you leaving?"
"Should I?"
"I… of course not… but I thought…" he closed his eyes and took a deep breath to compose himself. "I though you would leave when you learned the truth."
Morticia gave him an amused smile. "Gomez, just like what you said before, everyone has skeletons in their closets." She shrugged. "You drove me this far, and do you actually believe that I can find my way back to the campus? Besides, hearing what you did does not mean that I like you less." Her eyes grew big as she realized what she just admitted. Despite her claim of not being able to eat, she immediately took the fork from the table and started eating.
He, on the other hand, could not believe his ears. Besides the fact that she stayed after learning about his stupid actions from the past, she also admitted that she likes him! He felt his dread completely leave his body. He smiled to himself and started eating as well.
"So you are not a witch hunter?" Morticia asked as they drink their wines after their meal.
"No," Gomez replied. "That is a brutal occupation. Why did you ask?"
"I will be honest with you as you have been to me," she said. She took a deep breath. "I am a witch."
He blinked at her. She stared back. There was a long silence.
She started jiggling her leg under the table for she was getting extremely nervous, yet he was still just staring at her with no reaction whatsoever.
"Well?!" she finally asked, her voice louder and higher than she intended. He shook his head to clear off his mind.
"Well, what?" he asked.
"Did you hear me?"
"Yes, you are a witch."
"And?"
"And, what?" he asked again in confusion.
"Aren't you bothered? Aren't you scared? Aren't you –?"
"Morticia, haven't I told you that I like you no matter what?"
"But –"
"You bewitched me –"
"That wasn't what I meant –"
"And it has nothing to do with you being a witch," he finished.
"Huh?" she replied, confused.
"The moment I first laid eyes on you, even if I had not seen your face, there was something about you that captured me… that captured my heart. And nothing could change that. Not even if you have killed thousands of men." He leaned forward and pried her hands from her grip from her wine glass. He held them and kissed each with so much passion. He stared intently at her as he softly asked, "Will you please allow me to court you?"
Morticia smiled her special smile for Gomez. "I thought you'd never ask me that again."
"Is that a 'no'?" he asked, frowning slightly.
"Do not frown, Gomez," she softly reprimanded. "And no, that was not a 'no', I thought you already knew that."
"But I want to hear it from you," he whispered, for he could not raise his voice further.
"It's not as if I am already permitting us to be in a relationship," she teased with a sly smile.
"No," he agreed and almost begged. "But at least I would be a step closer to that goal. Please, Morticia?"
"Yes," she simply said. She watched him relax and smile widely at her. His smile reached his eyes and his joy reverberated. She could not help but smile gladly back at him.
The drive back home was silent, though in a silence that was completely the opposite of the silence during their drive to the restaurant. Gomez was elated and his joy was contagious, affecting Morticia. The both of them were smiling serenely, obviously completely satisfied with the outcome of their full disclosure.
For both Morticia and Gomez, the ride home was too quick for their liking. In a matter of what seemed like several minutes, they parked in front of her home. Neither of them was keen on getting out of the car. But it surely felt awkward to be sitting inside Gomez's Duisenberg, not speaking with each other but just smiling to their heart's content.
Finally, Gomez grudgingly stepped of his car and went to the passenger side to open the door for Morticia. He held out a hand to her, which she took. Her hold was as firm as his. They walked ever so slowly to Morticia's porch where they stood, holding each other's hand, not wanting to let go.
He lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss on it. She smiled at his sweet gesture.
"I shall see you in the morning?" he asked, not letting go of her hand.
"Yes," she breathed. Without any reluctance, she stepped forward and kissed him on the cheek. As she pulled back, she saw the joy in his eyes. "Oops," she said, noticing that she left a red imprint of her lips on his cheek. She reached out to wipe it off, but he stopped her.
"Don't. Leave it," he simply said, catching her hand. "I might only be dreaming. When I see this, I would know that your kiss was real."
She smiled even more. He grinned at her.
"Good night, Morticia."
"Good night, Gomez." Before he could take a step away, Morticia turned around and went inside her house. Unlike the previous nights, not a single light was lit. Quite surprisingly, Ophelia was not waiting at the second floor sitting room, waiting for her, either. Morticia frowned at this. She walked to her sister's bedroom and knocked on her door. The door opened for only a fraction, revealing Ophelia's anxious eyes.
"Ophelia?" Morticia asked in concern, the memory of the night's events momentarily forgotten. Her sister further opened the door, and she went inside her room. "What happened?"
Ophelia's pallid face broke into the most ridiculously happy smile Morticia had ever seen. "We did it!" she exclaimed, practically jumping up and down with joy.
Morticia gasped. "It?" she repeated weakly. Her knees buckled and she dropped onto Ophelia's bed.
"Yes!" Ophelia gleefully answered, seemingly unaware of her sister's reaction. "We finally did it!"
"And you are telling me this because?" Morticia asked in no more than a whisper. She rested her back on the wall for some support.
"Because I want to tell you how good it was," Ophelia replied. She flopped right next to her sister. "Well, how great it was."
"Seriously?" Morticia asked in the same weak voice.
"Yes! Aren't you curious?"
"Vaguely."
"Come on, Morticia! Ask me a question about it!"
"Are you serious that you want to share the experience?" Morticia asked, clutching her chest for she was almost panting with shock.
"Yes, you are my twin sister!"
"Fine," Morticia finally said. She closed her eyes as she thought of a question that would satisfy her sister's insistence. "How was it?"
Ophelia giggled, which made Morticia almost sick with disgust. "It was great. And it was delicious."
Morticia nearly fainted. She regretted asking that, but Ophelia was on a roll to share the wonderful encounter. "It started right after we had an early dinner. We were alone here and we had nothing to do. Christian asked me whether I already tasted it, and I said no. So we went to a nearby store to get the supplies." She giggled again.
In her weakness and shock, Morticia was only able to mouth the word 'supplies'. She pressed the palms of her hand onto her forehead, wanting nothing more but for Ophelia to stop. However, her twin had other plans. She shifted and faced her as she continued narrating.
"It was harder than I thought! He did most of the job; sweat was forming in beads on his forehead since it was too hot. Even I was perspiring a bit. And when he finished and let me taste it, it was the sweetest thing that I've ever had." Ophelia's eyes misted as she recalled what Morticia saw as disturbing memories. Of course, it was only disturbing for her and not for Ophelia. "I now see what other people's fuss is all about. I cannot believe I haven't tried that earlier in my life! I can just imagine how fulfilled I would have been if I was not so naïve.
"And I have to thank Christian for giving me such pleasure. Ugh, it was sooooo delicious! I want another one!" She sighed with happiness. "You know, Morticia, we should try it sometime."
"We?!" Morticia almost cried out. Her eyes bulged so much, they looked as if they were about to fall off their sockets.
"Yes, we. What is wrong with that?" Ophelia asked. She raised a malicious eyebrow at her sister. "Fine, if you do not want to try it with me, try it with Gomez, instead."
That was all Morticia had to hear. She bolted up from Ophelia's bed and went to her own room, slamming her door shut with such for, it creaked in protest. She crashed on her bed, face down. She was determined to forget everything her sister told her, especially her offer to try it with her.
"Is she actually out of her mind?" her muffled voice said from underneath her pillow. She closed her eyes tightly in disbelief. With her sister's incredibly shocking revelation and offer, Morticia forgot to tell her what happened to her and Gomez. "Oh well, she had other… delicious things in her mind."
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