The Addams Family

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𝔸𝕊 seven months passed, Halloween brought a festive air to the Addams manor. A group of children approached the door, eager for treats. They knocked and chorused, "Trick or..." but stopped mid-sentence as Lurch opened the door with a broad smile. The children screamed and ran off in terror.

Inside the house, Morticia and Gomez were engrossed in decorating. "Here we come," announced Pugsley as he and Wednesday descended the stairs.

"Pugsley, old man," Gomez spoke with pride.

Morticia smiled warmly. "Why, look at you."

Fester beamed with surprise and joy. Pugsley had dressed up like him, complete with a shaved head as Wednesday wore no costume.

Wednesday's eyes lit up as he spotted Lilith, dressed as a witch. She wore a sleek, long black velvet dress with a fitted bodice and a slight A-line skirt, featuring subtle shimmering accents and lace trim. Her outfit boasted a sweetheart neckline, long fitted sleeves, and classic, wide-brimmed black velvet brooch. Her heeled ankle boots in black leather added to her elegant appearance, complemented by a delicate silver crescent moon necklace and simple earrings, and a narrow belt.

Wednesday wrapped his arms around her waist. "Hello, ma belle sorcière," he whispered (my beautiful witch).

Lilith smiled, turning her head to kiss his neck. "Hey there, handsome," she replied, her eyes sparkling with affection.

"How do you like it?" Pugsley asked his uncle, who was speechless with happiness.

Fester finally found his voice, "What can I say? He's gonna break hearts."

Lilith chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. Just then, Margaret, dressed as a fairy, entered with Cousin It, who was dressed as a cowboy.

"Trick or treat," Margaret greeted with a smile.

Morticia and Gomez walked over, Morticia speaking first, "Hello, Margaret. Cousin It. I almost didn't recognize you."

Margaret beamed, "Isn't he handsome? Everyone keeps asking where he got his costume."

Gomez smiled and admired the outfit, "It is a wonderful hat."

Lilith chuckled softly as Wednesday kept his arms around her. Margaret turned to Wednesday and asked, "What are you, darling? Where's your costume?"

Wednesday looked at her, resting his chin on Lilith's shoulder, "This is my costume. I'm a homicidal maniac. They just look like everyone else."

Lilith smiled and whispered in his ear, "A most handsome one indeed."

Wednesday turned to her, kissed her, and said, "And the most stunning witch you are. You put a spell on me the first time you arrived. You have bewitched me, body and soul."

Lilith smiled warmly and held him close. The room buzzed with the joy and camaraderie of family, each member uniquely themselves yet perfectly fitting into the Addams family tapestry. The night was filled with laughter, love, and the peculiar charm that only the Addams family could create.

As everyone gathered in the living room, Lurch was delicately painting a portrait of Pugsley and Fester, capturing their unique Addams charm on canvas. Meanwhile, Wednesday sat on the floor with Lilith in his lap as they carved a pumpkin together, their hands moving in synchronized rhythm.

"I'm so glad I can spend this night with my family, now that I've got my memory back," Fester remarked, his voice filled with gratitude.

Grandma waltzed into the room, carrying a tray of snacks. "Thank God for that lightning. Knocked some sense into you," she quipped, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

Lilith smiled softly at the banter, feeling the warmth of family surrounding her. Cousin It chimed in with a series of incomprehensible sounds, adding to the lively atmosphere.

Gomez, ever the patriarch, joined the conversation, reminding everyone of the peculiar circumstances of Fester's return. "You remember, old man. Dr. Pinder-Schloss really did find Fester tangled in a tuna net 25 years ago, with amnesia," he said, a nostalgic smile gracing his lips.

Wednesday, always quick with a witty remark, added, "From the Bermuda Triangle."

Cousin It offered his perspective once more, his rapid-fire speech adding to the familial symphony. Morticia, sitting elegantly in her chair, nodded in agreement, her knitting needles clicking softly. "How true. Stranger things have happened," she mused.

Pugsley, eager to participate, held up a lightbulb. "Please, Uncle Fester," he pleaded, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Gomez gently scolded him, "Pugsley."

Undeterred, Pugsley continued, "For the pictures."

Fester grinned mischievously and obligingly placed the lightbulb in his mouth, illuminating it from within. Lilith couldn't help but chuckle at the spectacle, finding solace in the eccentricity of her newfound family.

Gomez, sensing the energy in the room, suggested a game to further enliven the evening. "Alright, everybody, time for a game. What shall it be? Bobbing for apples?" he proposed, looking around at the eager faces. Margaret, rising from her seat as she suggested. "Charades?"  Cousin It, ever the cheerful participant, added to the excitement with a series of enthusiastic sounds. Morticia, with her trademark elegance, acknowledged the suggestion with a smile. "Of course. Wake the dead," she said, her tone tinged with amusement.

Fester, always ready to join in the fun, echoed her sentiment. "Wake the dead!" he exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious. Gomez, not one to be left out, chimed in as well. "Wake the dead! Out to the cemetery! Come on, everyone," he encouraged, his voice carrying a sense of anticipation.

Margaret, intrigued by the prospect of the game, linked arms with Grandma as they made their way to the door. "I've never played this before. How does it go?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

As they prepared to depart, Grandma playfully remarked. "Did you bring a shovel?" 

Meanwhile, Pugsley made his way over to Lilith, extending an invitation. Before he could ask, Wednesday, ever protective of Lilith, asserted his claim. "Mine," he declared, his tone leaving no room for argument. With Lilith in his arms, they joined the procession to the cemetery.

As they arrived at the eerie setting, Lilith seized a moment with Wednesday. Pulling him close, she initiated a passionate kiss, which he eagerly reciprocated. "Cara mia," he whispered lovingly against her lips.

Lilith, her heart overflowing with affection, returned the sentiment. "I love you, mon corbeau," she murmured, their words an intimate exchange amidst the anticipation of the game to come.

"I love you."

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The End of book 1

By: SilverMist707

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