And you are my sun (wenclair)

Chapter 18

She came to, Wednesday holding her as they sat on the grass. Wednesday's bloodied hand was kept closed, mindful to not get any blood on Enid.

"Some werewolf," Goody Addams sniffed and Enid shrank back from her.

"I hate ghosts," she whimpered out.

"And I hate being awoken from my restful slumber. Speaketh," she spat at Wednesday.

"It is the Being," Wednesday said. "The one you chained all those centuries ago. He is relentless and fixated on me. We need you to use whatever tricks you used to control him, on him now."

Goody looked Wednesday up and down. "He fancies you for you are the spitting image of me."

"I gleamed it had something to do with our appearance," Wednesday said sharply.

"I wore the look better," Goody said.

Wednesday inhaled quickly. "Can you help us or not?"

Goody nodded her head tightly. She stretched her arms above her head. "I'll meet you there," she said, looking out into the darkening horizon, the mass of black clouds from the Being spreading outwards like a disease. She disappeared.

"Will she really help us?" Enid asked as Wednesday helped her to her feet.

Wednesday did not answer that question. "We must rejoin my parents." They rushed back over, Enid transforming into her wolf form and allowing Wednesday to ride on her back in order to cut down on travel time.

When they arrived, they found that Gomez was bleeding from his forehead and he knelt on the ground on one knee, other hand steadied onto the ground. Morticia was still standing but sweat was beading down her front and there were splashes of blood on her dress. She had her hand on Gomez's shoulder.

"Where's Pugsley," Wednesday said, sliding down Enid's back to the ground.

"Inside with Lurch and Thing," Morticia said, panting hard.

Enid let out a concerned bark.

"We're alright Enid," Morticia assured with that calm smile of hers. "Our Beings held him off for now." The Beings were nowhere in sight but Enid could feel their energy in the air; it stung.

"And Goody?' Wednesday asked as Enid came over to nuzzle Gomez. He patted her nose, smiling at her.

"Speaking with him," Morticia said and Wednesday followed her gaze over to where the ghost was. She strode down the slope towards her, curious about this entire situation.

"Acting up again?" Goody hummed. "You give me no rest, even now."

"Can you blame me?" he murmured. He was donning a human skin once more, that of Andrew. The black mass had long disappeared but the stench of sulfur and rust hung in the air and there were burned patches of grass around him. He was holding her ghostly hands in his, somehow able to touch the untouchable. "You chained me, Goody. Made a thing incapable of concepts such as love, fall in love with you."

He was looking at her with such softness it made Wednesday feel sick to her stomach.

"I have long been dead, Andrew."

"And I have mourned your loss every second. But I can make you more if you would let me. Say the word and you'll be whole again."

"The afterlife has been kind to me."

"I could be kinder."

"I can torment souls there."

"I can let you torment the living and the dead," he promised, "and those even beyond your comprehension. Come back to me," he kissed the back of her hand.