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The next morning, Wednesday woke up before Lillith and he found himself admiring her as she snuggled into his chest. He gently brushed his ring finger from her hairline down the crease of her brows and over her button nose, he stopped before carefully running her thumb over her bottom lip. Wednesday pulled his hand away from her face and turned his eyes to the ceiling above him, his heart was pounding as he desired to place his lips onto her own but wouldn't do such a thing without her consent. He desired to have her tell him what she wanted, what she needed and then making those wants and needs come true no matter the costs or consequences.

Lillith hummed softly as she slowly woke up, she felt Wednesday's arms slip from her waist causing her to open her eyes with a soft pout. She turned her head to look at him, taking immediate notice of the expression of deep thought that caused his brows to crease. Lillith sat up and rubbed her eyes before she moved into Wednesday's arms, resting her face in the crook of his neck and wrapping her arms around his body. The action made Wednesday's cheeks flush a very light pink, he was quick to wrap his arms around her and pull her to lay between his legs. The feeling of her body against his own eased his running mind, he cherished it greatly.

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"They're onto me, Mother. I'm almost sure," Gordon exclaimed to Abigail Craven over the phone. "And Lillian?" Abigail questioned back with a sneer on her face. "She's blended nicely, it seems they trust her completely," Gordon answered the woman who hummed proudly, she hadn't expected it of her granddaughter. "And she's been taking her medication, right?" Abigail questioned her son. Gordon winced at that, he had been the one to notice that Lillith had forgotten to pack her medication and without Abigail enforcing it, she had completely forgotten about it. "Uh, yes, mother," Gordon replied, he didn't wish to upset his mother but Lillith didn't deserve to be drugged by Abigail just to make her more tolerable and easier to manipulate.

"And the vault? Have you even tried getting into it?!" Abigail asked, her tone clearly filled with irritation. "Of course I've tried. I still can't find it. You've gotta get over here!" Gordon exclaimed to her as Pugsley approached hin holding out two bottles. "Arsenic, cyanide. Cyanide, arsenic..." Pugsley questioned his uncle with a slight pout. Gordon pointed to the cyanide, Pugsley nodded before he walked away leaving his uncle on the phone. "Do you even love me? Your poor mother doing what she can to look after her son," Abigail whined. "Don't say that. You know I do," Gordon replied feeling guilty.

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"Here you go, Lillith," Pugsley grinned as he held out a cup of hot cocoa to the brunette, she sent him a small smile before grabbing it from his hands. Wednesday turned his head and felt a weird pressure build within his mind before noticing the manic gleam in his little brother's eyes watching as Lillith went to sip the drink he handed her. Wednesday quickly took the mug from the girls hands and lifted it to his nose, he closed his eyes smelling the afterburn of cyanide mixed in with the cocoa. Pugsley swallowed cautiously before he took off out of the room, Wednesday opened his eyes to reveal a dark sadistic gleam that sent a shiver down Lillith's spine despite her confusion.

Wednesday poured the cocoa down the sink before rinsing the cup out, he turned to Lillith and set his hands on her arms. "Do not drink anything Pugsley offers," Wednesday demanded before reaching for a knife, he walked past Lillith leaving her standing in the kitchen with a pout. The way Wednesday's eyes darkened seemed to have aroused the seventeen year old greatly, she shook her head in hopes to push those thoughts away. Now wanting her own hot cocoa, Lillith moved to make herself a drink with a quiet hum slipping from her mouth as she worked quickly. She was feeling more energetic than she usually did and she felt... stronger than normal.

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"His trains are everywhere. The children are beside themselves," Morticia expressed to Grandmama though she smirked slightly, "Though Wednesday seems fairly taken by Lillith." Grandmama nodded with a smirk of her own, she had noticed the spark between the two. Wednesday walked by the two women with a knife in his hands, his gaze focused on finding his brother. "Is that for your brother?" Morticia asked her son. "Yes, he tried to poison mi reina," Wednesday replied with a slight growl. "I don't think so," Morticia said as she took the knife from his hand, she placed it down and grabbed a bigger knife. Morticia smiled at him as he continued on his search for his little brother.

"This can't go on. How can I help him? Tell me Mama," Morticia asked her mother, or moreso pleaded. Grandmama opened her giant grimoire, "Trouble with husbands... Adultery?" Morticia shook her head, "Oh no." Grandmama hummed, "Uh, financial? Money troubles?" Morticia huffed, "No." Grandmama focused back on her grimoire, "Turned into toad or reptile?" Morticia sighed as she tiredly looked at her mother, "Is there an index?" Lillith walked in and placed two mugs down for the women, "Maybe it'd be good for Gomez to confront and talk to Fester. Maybe something bad really happened in the Bermuda Triangle resulting in memory issues, I've seen it before."

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Fester had practically dragged Lillith out of the Addams' home with the excuse that he needed her help, he was glad that Morticia had distracted Wednesday long enough to allow the subtle escape. The two had met up with Abigail, the woman pretending to be sweet to Lillith who just wanted to be back in Wednesday's arms again. She felt off around the woman, it was like there were alarm bells echoing in her mind as she stood close to the woman. "They know I'm a fraud. The whole bunch. It's not going to work," Gordon exclaimed fearfully. "Who knows? Gomez, that overheated moron?" Abigail questioned with a mocking scoff.

"He's no moron. He's Fester's brother. They had some fight years ago. He's suspicious, they all are. I can tell," Gordon expressed with a frown. "I mean, he's right. They're all suspicious of him," Lillith added with a shrug, her usual confidence lowered in the presence of her grandmother. "Do they suspect you?" Abigail asked with a dark gleam in her eyes that made Lillith uneasy. "No, I don't think so," Lillith replied lowering her eyes. "Really? Well, thank God I'm here now. Lillian, you just keep those nosy kids distracted while I counsel the troubled family and ease their distress. It's my calling, remember?" Abigail said, finishing her sentence with the faux German accent that sounded terrible.

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Dr Pinder-Schloss sat across from Gomez and Morticia in the family's living room, she had a fake smile on her face. "Why don't you speak to Fester, darling? He's right outside the door," Morticia asked her husband. "I would speak with Fester if that were Fester but that is not!" Gomez exclaimed as he stood up and walked toward the door, "That's an imposter! An impostore! A charlatan! A sham! A counterfeit!" Fester heard Gomez' shouting and stormed away up the staircase disappearing towards his room however, he stopped when he heard a noise at the bottom of the stairs. Fester looked over the railing to see Wednesday and Pugsley fencing while Lillith watched from the side.

"Oh, villain, villain, smiling, damned villain," Wednesday quoted with his head held high, Lillith watched impressed. "Who calls me a villain, breaks my pate across, cuts off my beard and blows it in my face?" Pugsley quoted back, his left arm bandaged after Wednesday managed to get one swing of the knife against him for his attempt of poisoning Lillith ─ she had been the one to stop him from killing his brother. "If I must strike you dead I will," Wednesday quoted before he charged at Pugsley who quickly pretended to stab him. Wednesday proceeded to double over in pain and fell onto the stairs fake dying.

Lillith lightly applauded the performance, she smiled as Wednesday locked gazes with her. "No!" Fester interrupted, "No, no, no, no, no. Give me that sword. Haven't you ever slaughtered anyone?" Fester took the sword from Pugsley and pointed it at Wednesday. "He's only a child," Wednesday told him as he stood from the stairs, his eyes watching his uncle closer as Lillith moved to stand with him. "No excuse," Fester snapped back at Wednesday who smirked slightly. "Aim for a major artery. The jugular," Fester instructed Pugsley, using the fencing blade to point at the spot on Wednesday's neck. Lillith raised a brow at Fester who simply waved her off and went with his lesson.

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"A faker! A phony! An utter fraud! A base, deceitful--!" Gomez is cut off by Dr Pinder-Schloss who quickly spoke, "Mr Addams! I believe I am understanding. I can help, yes? The theory of displacement. . . Is this familiar?" Gomez looked to the woman before looking at Morticia, "No. Tish?" Dr Pinder-Schloss smiled at that, "Oh, it is too exciting. I will explain." Gomez moved to stand by his chair, "Is it unpleasant?" Dr Pinder-Schloss nodded, "Deeply." Gomez sat down in excitement at her response. "Your very own brother, you drive him away. 'Go! Off with you!' But then you are feeling the little black monster," Dr Pinder-Schloss expressed to Gomez.

"Pugsley..." Gomez muttered. "Guilt. Yes?" Dr Pinder-Schloss corrected, "Your brother returns. You feel guilty. You displace." Gomez thought to himself for a moment before looking back at the woman, "I do?" Dr Pinder-Schloss nods her head before sighing softly, "The feelings in your brain cells, they bubble and collide. You suspect things. You love him but you resent him. Love, hate. Hate, love. Like for mama. No?" Gomez was quick to defend himself, "But I didn't hate my mother. It was an accident!" Dr Pinder-Schloss shook her head, "It's a very common psychosis. I'm seeing it everyday."

"Lucky doctor," Morticia commented. "Displacement. How bizarre. And here I thought Fester was the problem. He's sullen," Gomez expressed with a frown. "He's furtive," Dr Pinder-Schloss added. "Back-stabbing," Gomez continued. "He sulks," Dr Pinder-Schloss spoke. "I suspect him," Gomez told her. "Your unbalanced," Dr Pinder-Schloss replied to him. "And I hate him. By God, you're right! He is Fester!" Gomez cheerfully exclaimed. "Thank you, Dr Pinder-Schloss," Morticia praised. "I do what I can," Dr Pinder-Schloss replied to her before asking, "And how is the young girl doing?"

Morticia smiled at the mention of Lillith, "Oh, my eldest son has taken quite the liking to her. I see a wedding in the future!" Dr Pinder-Schloss sent the woman a tight-lipped smile at her words, "Ah, young love. What a beautiful thing to witness." Morticia nodded her head at those words, "Oh yes. I was worried about Wednesday. He can be quite... possessive of what he views as his so I can tell their bond is in its early stages." Dr Pinder-Schloss hummed at those words before asking, "Is it common for these Addams men?" Morticia placed her hand on Gomez' shoulder with a loving gaze, "Oh yes. Especially when they are the One." Dr Pinder-Schloss gritted her teeth with an extremely tense smile on her face.

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Fester was now showing the three teens a book he had in his personal collection. "You see children, there's lots to learn," Fester told them before turning a page, "Gangrene." Wednesday and Lillith ─ the boy had his arms around Lillith as she was seated in his lap ─ both 'ooh'ed' in fascination at the image in the book. "Uncle Fester, how do you know so much?" Pugsley asked Fester with a curious tone. "I've been around. I pick up things," Fester answered him with a smile. "In the Bermuda Triangle?" Wednesday asked, suspicion lacing his tone. Fester looked at Lillith who chewed the inside of her cheek, she knew it was her time now.

Lillith twisted herself in Wednesday's lap, she nuzzled her head into Wednesday's neck causing the boys breath to hitch from the intimate action. "Wednesday, I was wondering if maybe you'd teach me how to Fence while I'm here?" Lillith asked him though she felt his arms tighten around her at the mention of her leaving soon. "Of course, mi reina. I'd be happy to teach you," Wednesday replied to her softly, one of his hands running softly up and down her back. Fester let out a small breath, Lillith had successfully distracted Wednesday but the man wasn't daft, he could see that Lillith was falling for Wednesday and it left him worried about his mother's intentions.

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Rosemary Speaks. . .

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