Greed

Chapter Two

I WAS AWOKEN — by the door slamming. The noise made my face contort into a scowl but I soften it when I saw my Grandmother and Uncle maliciously grin at each other. Hmm, must have been good news.

" - I get the gold, and we're gone", "And Tully takes the wrap! Gordon it's brilliant" Grandmother cooed. Uncle shook his head to which I furrowed my brows at. "No . . . Not Gordon" Grandmother caught on and a Cheshire grin stretched across her lips.

"Of course not", "Fester" Uncle Gordon smoothly whispered. It was nice to see Grandmother in such a happy mood, but it was late and my body was more than exhausted. So I decided to ask questions tomorrow and rolled over to sleep again.

THE WEATHER LIKE — the night before, was wet and dreary. Perfect for the scheme my little family planned. "Now remember (Y/n), Gordon pretends to be Fester, while I am going to disguise myself as Dr. Pinderschloss" Grandmother gave herself a German accent for her alias. "- And you, my greedy little viper. Are going to be "Festers" emotional support nurse. You are to help Gordon find the gold as well as hold your façade, got it?"

I nodded my head and fixed the white, cotton, dress I was wearing. The fabric was soft and comfortable, as well as the matching cardigan I wore for the weather. My hair was tied in a high bun with square hoop earrings adorning my ears and a simple sweetheart necklace that hung around my neck. And matching heels that made me taller by an inch.

A/N: The dress is the picture above, but you can change it to whatever you want :)

Grandmother parked the car and threw on a white see-through rain-coat as did I, but mine was a pretty soft green color. We walked over to the door and knocked three times. Nothing happened, we waited for about two minutes before I told Uncle to knock again.

Suddenly there was a bang on the other side and it opened. A family of five, plus Tully and his wife, and a Frankenstein looking man, stood in front of us. A handsome man, who I suspected was Gomez, looked over the moon to see his "brother".

Gomez threw his arms around Uncle and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I raised a brow at the odd display of affection as Uncle stiffened from the act.

"Good evening. I am Dr. Pinderschloss" Grandmother's fake thick German accent filled the silence. I knew I should probably introduce myself but my eyes was caught on a devilishly handsome boy, who looked to be around my age.

His eyes were a beautiful dark, almost pitch black, brown, while his hair was parted from the side and slicked. He was pale, as if he was a godlessly crafted porcelain doll. His face stayed stoic, showing just how youthful his skin was, as he looked at me up and down. It was like looking at a real life depictment of Lucifer, the Angel, after he had been casted to hell.

I held back from lunging myself on this enigma of a man and cleared my throat, tearing my gaze away from his gorgeous face. If I could I would turn him to stone and place him in an art gallery for only my eyes to admire.

"Evening, I'm (Y/n)" I said in the softest tone of voice I could muster. It made me cringe but Grandmother seemed to be pleased by my introduction.

CUT TO US — in the Addams living room. Grandmother was giving them the story on how Fester was "saved", with me nodding my head now and again. I sat with a straight back, my ankles crossed and my hands gently laying on my lap, giving off a false sense of comfort and sincerity.

Tully's wife scoffed. "That's preposterous! Isn't that the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard?" she screeched. I kept my face in the same polite smile as I turned to face her. A soft smile graced my lip, "Mrs. Alford. I can assure you, that the trauma that Fester Addams has faced is unfortunately true".

I said in an understanding tone. Inside, however, was a fit of hissing threats and wishes for the woman's death to fall upon her right now. 'You're lucky bitch, if this plan fails then I'll shove a stick up your ass and cook you so I can force feed your lousy little husband your remains'.

I kept my posture but the twitch of my eye almost gave me away, but I don't think anyone caught it. Mrs Alford gave me a snotty glare as her mind went some place else. "Well, I just don't know" she mumbled. Ugh, I hated when people mumbled.

Tully surprised me with his quick thinking when he asked his wife how a pretty looking finger trap worked. I set my gaze to the gold contraption, it was beautiful. If only I could get my hands on that thing.

I cleared my throat with my fist, to hide the laugh that crawled up when Mrs Alford stuck her fingers in the trap. The elder woman of the Addams broke into a maniacal laugh when Mrs Alford realized she had been tricked.

'Maybe you aren't so useless after all . . .' I thought and somehow was stuck looking at the boy again. His face was stone cold and calculating, watching my every move. It was like he was staring straight through me, reading my mind like an open book. This feeling he was giving me was . . . Riveting.

Oh, the things I could do to him . . . Maybe in another life, but in this one I will take everything his family has to offer.

I pretended to be bashful and look down at my lap, forcing a blush to flush on my face. Hopefully my little act would throw him off.

"Fester Addams. Home at long last" Morticia said with her soft and dreamy voice, she was more than gorgeous. It was as if she was a goddess, birthed from hell itself to seduce the world with her charms. I felt jealous, but at the same time, I couldn't help but admire the woman sitting across from me.

"Well, at least . . . For a week" Uncle stated. Morticia raised a perfectly arched brow. "A week?". Oh shit. She knows, doesn't she? Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuucckkk . . . I calmed my heart and smiled. "Don't be ridiculous! You're home!" Gomez cooed. Uncle became more stiff by the minute, it made me want to face-palm but I bit my tongue from lashing out. God, I just wished he didn't make it so obvious.

I looked over to grandmother and saw that she was calm and composed, despite the gravitation of this situation. I straightened my back and looked back to uncle and Gomez.

"I'm sorry, but I have to get back . . . Got a lot of things cooking, in the Bermuda Triangle!". Morticia, being the sexy deviant she is, leaned back into the couch she was sitting in and opened up herself. "Oh, Gomez~" her red stained lips curled into a lustful smile as the words purred out of her mouth.

"The Bermuda Triangle~" Gomez was immediately entranced by her beauty "Devil's Island~" he said and literally came crawling to her. "The black hole of Calcutta" His eyes lidded to show his lust as the man adored his wife with kisses along her wrist and arm. The tension in the air turned sexual as the couple shamelessly showed their love for each other.

"Excuse us" Gomez stopped abruptly, "Second honeymoon" Morticia explained while Gomez kissed the tips of her red painted nails. Grandmother gave them an understanding nod, looking as if she wasn't fazed at all.