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A big, old, rickety house sat on top of a hill with a gate surrounding it. To any outsiders, the home would appear very spooky and creepy with the dark lurking presence and the way fog actively surrounded the home. But to the owners that lived there through many generations, it was home. The graveyard in the property contained many bodies of the long bloodline that had all grown up in the very home that stood atop the hill that most in the local town avoided as much as possible.

Inside the home, an alarm clock that was shaped like the house rang through the creaky home alerting the ones inside that it was time to wake up for the day. A hand crawled out from behind the clock and stretched before hopping down to the floor. This hand was a family mystery, no arms, no body, no legs, and no head yet, the hand was still sentient and a valuable member of the kooky family that lived within the home. He crawled his way down the hallway before skidding to a halt at the sight of a man in the doorway.

Gomez Addams was the patriarch of the Addams family, a passionate man with quite the record hidden behind closed doors. Gomez was viewed to be quite the crafty schemer but most knew him for his more jolly attitude. He can usually be seen adorned in a tight double-breasted striped suit that was clean and ironed to perfection or covered in a rather formal dressing gown -- as he was right at this moment. Gomez looked into a bedroom that looked like it had been abandoned for years, there was dust and cobwebs everywhere.

The hand tugged at the hem of his pyjama pants in an attempt to gain the man's attention. "Think of it, Thing. For twenty-five years, we've attempted to contact Fester in the Great Beyond, and for twenty-five years. . . Nothing. I'm beginning to think my brother truly is lost," Gomez expressed sadly, a frown upon his face. Thing tugged on his pant leg again and motioned for Gomez to follow behind him, the man sighed once again before turning his attention to Thing and relenting to the mystical hands wishes.

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"Don't be a baby. I know what I'm doing," A deep voice that belonged to a seventeen year old boy spoke as he held up a crossbow. He had shaggy black hair and dark eyes that were practically black, his skin was a pale tone and held no blemishes or flaws; almost as though he were a porcelain doll. He wore a completely black suit, rings adorned on his fingers and a chain hung around his neck. Wednesday Addams was the eldest child of Gomez Addams, the boy was a frightful presence to others with a deadpanned look and a monotone voice.

He aimed his crossbow at his little brother, Pugsley Addams. Pugsley was a plump fourteen year old boy who wore a striped shirt and some black shorts, buzz cut hair that held a lighter tone than that of his older brother and father. Pugsley was tied up with an apple in his mouth, Wednesday fired the crossbow and the arrow hit the apple perfectly. A sly smirk appeared on Wednesday face at the hit while Puglsey let out a small sigh, whether it was relief or sorrow, no one else would know.

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Gomez was looking down at his sleeping wife, Morticia Addams. Skin as white as snow, long raven hair that flowed down her back and dark seductive eyes that managed to entrance those who stared for too long. "Look at her. I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss," Gomez expressed passionately as he admired his dark angel laying before him. Morticia's eyes fluttered open and she smiled at the sight of her loving husband looking down at her, watching her as she slept soundly.

"Unhappy, darling?" Gomez questioned her sweetly. "Oh, yes. Yes, completely," Morticia answered his question before hissing, "Gomez, Sun. Il me perce comme un poignard." A tingle burned pleasantly through Gomez hearing his wife's words, "Oh, Tish. That's French." The woman smirked subtly, "Oui." Gomez' eyes darkened lustfully as he whispered, "Cara mia." Grasping Morticia's hand in his own before kissing it, the feeling of her skin against his lips feeding his lustful desire.

He turned away and grabbed his sword before calling out, "En garde, monsieur soleil!" Gomez used his fencing sword to close the blinds before turning back to his wife with a fond smile on his face. "Gomez..." Mortica spoke gaining her beloveds attention completely. "Quierida," Gomez replied attentively. "Last night you were unhinged. You were like some desperate howling demon. You frightened me," Morticia expressed with her plain expression, her eyes glistening as she pleaded, "Do it again."

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Wednesday walked down the stairs with his head high, he adjusted the blazer he wore as Pugsley rushed down beside him. A tall Frankenstein's Monster looking man stood holding out two paper bags that squirmed for the two boys. Wednesday approached and grabbed his before saying, "Thank you, Lurch." Pugsley reached for his own before rushing off out the door eager to meet up with the only friend he had made at the local school. Wednesday watched with a subtle smirk as his little brother approached a young girl with fiery red hair and green eyes, she smiled at Pugsley as they waited for the bus.

Wednesday stood a few steps behind the two, he held a book in his hand as he leaned back against the gate to his home. He knew about his brother's crush on the young girl, Molina Hart who seemed to adore Pugsley's more unique personality. It made him ponder about whether he would ever be able to feel the passion his father often spoke of. Wednesday didn't desire love nor did he claim it to be important to his life for two reasons. One was due to the fact that his goals in life did not require the companionship of a romantic partner and the other was fairly simple: no one in this town had caught his attention.

It was painfully obvious that Wednesday Addams stood out in a crowd, his monotone design was like a black and white film in the middle of a kaleidoscope of colour. His interests lied with classical music and classic literature, he despised the cliché stereotypes and most of all, he loved a little torment. Once again, it was obvious that the Addams family was unique due to their darker presence in the town and though it could never be proven, they were extremely far from innocent -- most were certain that even the Devil wouldn't stand against them or that they were the best of friends at the very least.

But the opinions of others didn't matter to the Addams' as they had their confidence, passion and pride that held strong against the doubtful, judgemental townspeople. However, Pugsley had made a good friend in Molina Hart who lived with her grandmother, the old woman was claimed to be a crazy witch who lives in a cabin. Not that the town was wrong, Sharon Hart was indeed a witch and a great friend to Grandmama. It was nice for the boy to have a normal-ish friend outside the kooky family but it did leave Wednesday curious; would he ever have someone close to him?

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Out on the balcony, Gomez Addams was hitting golf balls using Thing as the tee. He hit one ball that went flying towards the neighbours house and through his window. "Damn you, Addams!" The homeowner yelled angrily as he stepped outside his home. "Sorry about the window, Judge," Gomez called out to the man, "Keep the ball, I have a whole bucket full!" The Judge sneered at the Addams man, "You moron!!" Gomez took a few more smaller shots before deciding to join his beloved inside the home, he smiled as he walked into the study with Thing trailing behind him.

Morticia Addams held up a rose and snipped the head off while Gomez played chess with Thing. Morticia had a large array of carnivorous plants that she tended to however, her green thumb adored red roses greatly. Though due to her loving husbands allergies, she grows the flowers before removing the heads to prevent her husband from having an allergic reaction; their love was something to be admired. "It is a milestone, Tish. This very night, our 25th seance," Gomez spoke fondly, "All those years, gnawed by guilt, undone by woe. Burning with uncertainty."

Morticia turned her head to her love, "Don't torture yourself, Gomez. That's my job." Gomez shivered in delight, his eyes darkened with lust, "Oh, Tish." She smiled in adoration as her own eyes darkened, "Imagine darling, if Fester did come back. . . Half alive, barely human, a rotting shell." Gomez moaned to himself before saying, "Don't tease." Morticia simply smirked before snipping the head off of another rose, her dark eyes piercing into her beloveds who had bit down on his inner cheek; oh, what paradise he lived.

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Outside the home, a couple approached the gate with different expressions. The gate opened automatically and the two entered the property together. Just before the man could fully enter the property, the gate snapped shut on his sleeve. "Ouch! Stop it! I'm warning you!" The man threatened before huffing as he freed himself and walked alongside his wife. Inside the house, Thing pointed outside to the man. "Look darling, Tulley is here," Morticia informed her husband as she peeked out the window. "Ah! Tully!" Gomez exclaimed in excitement, "Romping with gate." He chuckled at that sight.

"These are your last paying clients. May I remind you?" His wife, Margaret nagged with a look of discontent. Margaret Alford was a thin woman with fair skin, sharp eyes and bright red lips, her hair was auburn and often styled to perfection. "If it gives you pleasure," Tully replied unbothered by his wife's words. Tully Alford was a crook. An older gentlemen with slow greying hair and a beige suit. "Something has to, like a decent coat, something dressy for evening. Ask for a loan. . . Beg!" Margaret pleaded her husband, her eyes wide and slightly angered by the man she married.

"No loans. I am not a bum. Don't say it," Tully responded to her, "I'll get the money. I have a plan." Margaret scoffed at his words, "This is all so humiliating. Why did I marry you?" Tully rolled his eyes as he looked at his wife, "Because I said yes." He turned away from the woman, a flash of hurt flickered through Margaret's eyes as she took in her husbands words. She didn't view herself as a difficult woman but it seems that Tully did, so she wanted to be pampered? What woman didn't after she had given her all to her husband? She gave him a good home, a child and her heart; but it wasn't enough.

Within the home, Tully strode towards Gomez' office and walked along a polar bear rug that quickly reached out and bit onto his leg. "Stop it!" Tully exclaimed, "Let go of me!" Tully managed to pull his leg free and noticed a statue that was dedicated to Fester. He walked into Gomez' office and closed the doors. As soon as he turned around, a sword flew past his head and stuck in the door. "Ah, missed!" Gomez grunted in disappointment. "What's that?" Tully questioned as he motioned to the spot behind Gomez. Gomez turned around and Tully threw his briefcase at him.

Gomez lifted up another sword and caught the briefcase in it, tossing it on the desk. "Dirty pool, old man. I like it," Gomez smirked as he spoke. Tully pulled the sword out of the door and the two started fencing. Gomez swiped at Tully and tore his suit in a few places. "Had enough?" Tully questioned the Addams Patriarch. Gomez laughed and they kept fencing. "Where's my pen?" Gomez asked as he knocked Tully's sword out of his hands, "Never mind. I'll take yours." Using his sword to grab the pen from Tully's coat pocket. The pen flew into the air and Gomez back flipped to his desk and caught the pen in his hand, "First, the old business!"

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Meanwhile downstairs with the women. "Charity auction? It's ridiculous," Grandmama muttered as she searched for something while Margaret sat there uncomfortably. "Perhaps it's in here," Morticia gestured to the wooden cabinet. "I don't think so," Grandmama replied as Lurch pulled out a body bag. "Uncle NikNak's Winter Wardrobe," Morticia read the tag before Lurch pulled free another body bag for Morticia to read the tag, "Uncle NikNak's Summer Wardrobe." Another body bag was pulled out and Morticia read the tag with a solemn smile, "Uncle NikNak." Margaret looked over with wide eyes.

Thing snapped his fingers and pointed towards something on a shelf. "There it is. Just what we've been searching for. Thank you, Thing," Morticia said as she picked the item up and showed it to Margaret. "My god, what is it?" Margaret questioned. "A finger trap from Emperor Wu's court," Morticia answered her. "It must be worth a fortune. Oh, Morticia. This is too extravagant, even for the auction," Margaret responded to the fair woman. "Let's keep it," Grandmama suggested with a smile, her grey hairs stuck up all over the place. "Hush, mama. It's for charity. Widows and orphans. We need more of them," Morticia tells her mother.

Margaret gave her a strained smile. "Margaret?" Morticia spoke solemnly, "About the seance tonight. I wish you'd come. It's Gomez, I'm terribly worried about him." Margaret wasn't paying full attention to the woman, her attention had been taken by the fact that her fingers had gotten stuck in the finger trap. "He won't eat. He can't sleep. He keeps couging up blood," Morticia informed the woman who was stunned by the Addams Matriarchs words. "He coughs up blood?" Margaret asked incredulously. "Well, not like he used to," Morticia replied with a smirk on her face, Margaret looking at her confused and shocked.

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"The Fester Addams Offshore Retirement Fund?" Gomez read, "What would it do?" Tully smiled happily at the man, "What wouldn't it do?" Gomez was uncertain while Tully was eager to con some money from the Addams family. "Fester. All tribute to thee. Some called him inhumanely evil," Gomez told Tully. "No!" Tully replied playing the game. "Only our parents. I called him brother," Gomez expressed. "His memory must live on forever. . . Through money. I'm gonna deposit the funds under my name, for tax purposes," Tully replied to Gomez with a faux sympathetic smile.

"That's inspired," Gomez commented. "He would've wanted it that way. Beloved Fester," Tully exclaimed with faux passion. Gomez tossed Tully his sword and stood up before shouting, "Indeed. For Fester!" Tully stood up, "For Fester, a brother!" Gomez smiled, "My brother!" Tully nodded, "One of a kind!" Gomez looked at Tully, "The doctors all said it." Tully smiled as he spoke, "Kind to animals, so good with children." Tully watched Gomez as the Addams man spoke, "They never proved anything!" Tully furrowed his brows at the words before saying, "One million dollars is the perfect amount!"

"It's brilliant!" Gomez exclaimed. "It's untraceable!" Tully added with a sly grin on his face. However, Gomez' expression suddenly fell, "But Tully, it's not old business. It's going to have to wait, you know the rules better than that." Tully frowned at those words, "But--But why? This is different. This is in my name. Make an exception." The man watched as Gomez shook his head and said, "Old business is old business. New business is new business. And this is new business, and we do not discuss new business until. . . Next quarter." Tully was angered by the man's words, "Next quarter? Next quarter!?"

Tully tried to lunge at Gomez, missing and hitting his chair causing him to fall. "Fine lunge, but your riposte, tsk tsk tsk, a tad rusty," Gomez said as he tossed his sword to Thing, "Make yourself comfortable, old man, while I get the money for monthly expenses." Gomez went into another and closed the sliding doors. Tully crawled over to the doors and peeked inside as Gomez pulled out a book, opening a secret passage. Once he had disappeared, Tully headed into the space himself. He approached the bookshelf and tried to open the secret passage.

Tully pulled out a book titled Gone With The Wind but it didn't do anything. He opened the book and a big gust of wind blew into his face. He quickly shut the book and looked up to see Lurch looking at him, he placed the book back and stepped back into the study with a defeated sigh. Soon enough, Gomez returned and poured some gold coins into Tully's briefcase. "There. The monthly expenses," Gomez told the man with a smile, oblivious to the defeat on Tully's face. He left the home with his wife in tow, he needed a new plan to get that money and he wouldn't give up just yet.

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Rosemary Speaks. . .

I absolutely adore The Addams Family and thought, why not do this. So I genderbent Wednesday for this story while keeping Wednesday as a female for my book "Hold Me Tight"

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