Chapter 3: First met

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"Gomez Addams, be hurry!"

I heard my mother's yell at the end of the corridor. That night was a foggy night, we would come to see the Frump about their daughter's funeral. I had heard about them since I was a child, then I was 19 years old. But I had not ever met them before, I frequently stayed at Camp Custer not until I got 13, so I did not meet so many girls.

We got on the car, the streets were densely foggy, that I thought it was the most glorious night ever. The unsteady moonlight hang over dark sky with cloud covered thickly. Frump's mansion was full of people, boys and girls, misters and mistresses, they were all in black. I got some husky cries and moans, Frump's mansion was the same to a magnificent castle, its golf court seemed to stretch unlimitedly, and cries resounded on every corner of it. My parents were staying with Mr. and Mrs. Frump while I reached the black coffin put in the middle of a glassy room. Flickering candles made it a romantically deadly date, raindrops slipped down the transparent glass windows, a sudden lightning gave its stopover on the sky night. I looked into the front coffin, my heart was about to stop beating.

What did I see? I am not sure. A girl? A goddess? A devil? I swallowed heavily, then checked on it again. Her flawless carved face was on my feast, brightened mistily under the coward moonshine. I even did not know her name. That icy pale complexion blinked more stunningly than those stars in the great universe. The two ruby gemstones were immovable, but to me at that moment, they were the most precious treasures I have never seen before, such an extent that I wanna give my first kiss on hers. Those luscious eyelashes closed tightly, sometimes they quivered for my brief breath. Nevertheless, beside her splendour, she was dead. The most attractive lady I had ever seen was dead, which almost killed my heart off. If she was alive, I had already asked her for being my wife. I sighed deeply, caressed her soft skin, as I looked at her with blue eyes. I kneeled down adjacent her wooden casket, my tears fell unexpectedly, I felt a really pain destroying my soul.

"There you are Gomez. It's time to get out, the burial will be started right now." My mother shouted, I wiped my tears away not to let her see and went outside the big yard. "Poor Ms. Frump, she died too young, at the age of 17. It would not have occurred if that bloody illness did not attack her. Look at that youthful face Son, I thought I would have her my daughter-in-law in case she was breathing, by all means!" Mother wiped her quick tears by her handkerchief.

My eyelids turned down when they lowered her coffin into the grave, my desperate heart was gonna blow up with unstoppable pain. 'What is her name?' I wondered. It rained heavily then, Ms young Frump was still dry in her own box, in her permanent sleep. 'Why did you do this to me God? You let me met her and then you brought her away, apart from my arms! Why God? Tell me! Stop your affected teardrops!' I raised my head up the firmament, as I wish the above spirits could hear my deep laments.

The burial took place quickly because of the rain, I finally found out her name through the eulogy, Morticia. Everyone got inside the mansion to share the Frump's sorrows, so did my parents. 'Morticia Morticia', I mumbled to myself, what a beautiful calling! I recalled her tight black lacy gown, it seemed fitted on her perfect figure. I went inside with the others, and then I sneaked out to her space. The fragrant scent was all over the devastating room, on the embroidered curtains, on her cold bed, and in the old wardrobe. There was a photo frame on the rotting table, a photo of Morticia, or Tish. That private name came out of my thought by the time I saw her in coffin, I would call her like that if she could be my wife. In the photo, she was all in black alike to her now, with a tender smile on her two rose petals. Her velvety stream of hair straightened down her back, she was the combination of the Deity and Lucifer, too pure, unadulterated, and seductive also. Only her photo could made me fire on, it felt like someone pushed me in hopeless nightmare. I ran out the her grave immediately, dug with my hands insanely. It thundered all night, my palms oozed blood, mixed with mud of the grave. As I saw her through the glass, she was like to sleep peacefully, I covered my arms around her heavy coffin, my stubborn tears began falling down.

"Knock knock"

A strange sound got me started. I opened my soaked eyes glancing around. Then I realized where that sound came from. Her eyes feasted intently on me, through the crystal glass. I was freezing at that time.

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I ultimately opened my eyes after a long time, I did not remember how long it was, perhaps 2 weeks, or even 1 month. I first saw him when my eyes was half-opened, I thought was when the eulogy. The man called Gomez... Addams maybe, was sitting beside my box and crying. I heard someone yelled his name back the time he caressed my cheeks. And now, after all, I could look at him precisely. It seemed raining hard outside, Gomez got wet but not getting inside. I was bewitched by his good-looking appearance, his eyes, his moustache, not except his cries. I froze for a second till he opened the coffin's top for me. We stared at each other passionately, as we found our destiny. I raised my hands on his olive cheek, smiling softly. He leaned forwards holding my waist, just the same to a gentleman.

"Morticia Frump. Gomez Addams?" I asked opening my eyes widely.

"O... Oh yes, Ms young Frump. Gomez Addams." Said he. He forgot his falling teardrops, still squeezing my waist.

"Why these tears, Mr. Addams?" I wiped his tears away, as his warm covered my body.

"No, not much, Ms. Frump." He whispered loosening my midriff.

"Morticia, only." I put my hands on his, did not mind the formidable rain.

"Gomez, only." He held mine back, his mouth broke into a slight smile. I thought I was lost in his innermost feelings.

Gomez pulled me closer to him, I could feel his sharp breath reeking my sensitive skin. My heart began beating fast, and so did his. We were all embarrassed, we did not prepare for this, we just did what we wanted instinctively.

"Ms Frump!!!"

We all turned to the way that noise came. A shadow of a man, his big figure got me afraid.

"Cousin Balthazar?" Gomez spoke incomprehensibly, tightened me in his strong arms.

"Ms Frump, my Goddess, you are alive!!!" The man yelled, he looked older than Gomez. "Ms Frump, I have adored you since you was 14, please be my wife!" He implored. "Gomez! Take away from my Queen!"

"What did you say old man?" The nearer Balthazar got, the tighter he held me.

"Mr. Addams, be calm! I do not love you, and I won't be your wife!" I gave Gomez a swift glance, it thundered more heavily.

"You will Ms. Frump! Or I should say Morticia!"

"No Mr. Addams! Only Gomez can call me like that!" I shouted at him under the mad rain, raindrops made my tight dress tighter.

"Only Gomez? Don't be ridiculous my gorgeous Morticia!" He replied angrily.

"Only me Balthazar! Only me can call her Tish!" Gomez laid my head on his brawny chest, muffling.

"Tish? Tell me what is it dear Gomez?" I looked up, it was such a lovely name I had ever heard.

"A loving name for only you, Tish, since I saw you at that room." His eyes seemed blurry, felt like a mist covering his pupils.

"That's so sweet, Gomez!" I smirked nestling myself in those protective arms.

"Stop being ludicrous! Get away from her Gomez!" Balthazar cried out grasping a spiky sword in his rugged hand. "Let's do fence! Let her choose the winner you brat!"

"Fencing? Dare you?" Gomez loosened me catching the second one Balthazar threw for him.

"Don't forget it's also my forte!" The big guy laughed loudly, pointing his sword at Gomez.

"My dear Tish, excuse me." The 19 Gomez stood up facing to his ultra cousin, after kissing the back of my hand mildly.

"Je te fais confiance! Je 't aime Gomez Mon Cher!" I whispered in his ear, while keeping his fingers in mine.

"Tish! That's French?" He seemed astonished, wringing our hands hungrily.

"Oui." I nodded.

All of a sudden, he laid a suave smooch on my hand. My cheeks were about to get red, but I tried to conceal it. I could sense his insane aspiration for me, similar to mine for him. I kissed rapidly on his left cheekbone as a reply.

"Enough! Do it Gomez!" Balthazar yelled thrusting forwards Gomez. To Gomez that stab was an easy question, he stepped aside, holding his sword for certain then give a fast response towards his cousin.

"Not bad... hahahahahah!!!" A sound of thunder came abruptly, Balthazar seemed to be mad. His attack was absolutely constant, I saw a bloodline streaming down Gomez's wrist. My heart was apparently broken into pieces when his blood dropped on the ground.

"Gomez Darling! No!" I shrieked running into their fight.

"Tish! Trust me!" He answered painfully, I stopped suddenly collapsing on my knees.

He gave me an odd blink, he was looking something behind me, my opened grave... is it? I got up hurriedly standing sideways the withered big old tree, at the time my soul was gonna shatter, Gomez was staggering with those sluggish movements. He tried hard to shove Balthazar backwards to my coffin, as a frenzied brute, he did attend to nothing but his opponent.

"Say bye you brat!!!" Just one more attack, I definitely made sure Gomez would not able to suffer. I covered my eyes with fingers because I did not really want to see he fell down, I did not know if I was crying or it was raindrops on my face. I stood there, beside the tree, feeling my depths full of despair.

"Rest... in peace... old man!" Gomez spoke interruptedly, a loud resonance arrived after that. The coffin's top shut down automatically, Balthazar's terrified emotion displayed under the reflective glass. Gomez kicked it to the big hole and he was six feet under though he did not die. I guess...

"Gomez! Is it fine?" I ran towards him looking at his bloody wound, then tearing my dress's flap to bandage that terrible cut.

"I think so Tish. I couldn't imagine how I would be if I lose you, that gave me strength. To have you in my arms Tish, I only thought like that." Gomez wrapped my hands with his, his dove eye burnt in a weird excitement, they turned red as he was gonna cry.

"You never lose me Gomez Darling, calm down! How could it be?" I cuddled his face, laid his head on my frail shoulder, the first person in my life. "Only you can take me Gomez..." Maybe I had fallen for him since we first met, which they called 'love from the first sight'. However, it did not matter.

"You too Tish! Cara Mia, only you can bring my life away... I can't portray these chaotic feelings, my limbs even are unsteady, my heart is beating fast unconditionally, but Querida, my ring is waiting to be on your gorgeous finger! Be my wife!" He said passing the blinking circle through my digit. I did not know how I was that time, I just tightened him with all my strength, whispered softly in his ear: "I do say yes! Mon Cher!"

After that we overwhelmed each other into a very deep kiss, under the significant rain and beside Balthazar's grave. Should I feel guilty about it? Gomez held me in his solid muscles, got me sat in his lap. He squeezed my waist smacking down my sensitive neck as I groaned weakly holding fast to his back with my fingers. In the great hall, people did not intend to get out till the rain ended. Raindrops brought us an amorous rhythm, that I fell in his arms around my hip, we waltzed through the loving night without candles or spectators, just two lonely spirits dissolved into the other, so frenetic that we felt like we was burned alive, struggling hopelessly in that adorable fire.

We did nothing but love.

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