Greed

Chapter Three

"DR. PINDERSCHLOSS-" — "- will you be staying with us too?" Morticia gently asked. Grandmother and I stood up whilst she shook her head. "No, no, I must be going. But I will be back, you can bet. To be checking on Festers adjustments" Morticia gave her a slight nod and set her gaze on me.

"And what about you (Y/n)?" I smiled brightly and shook my head. "I honestly don't want to intrude at all" I answered politely. "You won't dear. I insist" I internally smirked at Morticia's hospitality and held a hand to my chest. "Are you sure?" I innocently wondered. Gomez seemed ecstatic whilst Pugsley grinned, sticking his arm in a bear trap that he got from Uncles briefcase.

He gave Gordon a childish grin, showing off a missing tooth. My eyes widened as I gasped in shock. However, my character was giving me a real headache. I didn't care if the idiot chopped off his own head, let alone set off a trap to cut off his arm.

"Oh, my . . ." I muttered in a sweet and concerned tone. Wednesday tilted his head and twitched an eye. Was he staring at me the whole time? Creepy . . . Why is it kind of hot though? "Nobody get's out of the Bermuda Triangle. Not even for a vacation. Everyone knows that" Wednesday said flatly, although his comment was directed to Uncle, I still felt his gaze on my body.

His voice was smooth, like finely aged and rich whiskey. It paired well with those velvet lips he swiped over with his pink tongue. Ugh, man was this boy fine.

"Ohh, my little bundle. So much you don't understand! The human spirit, it is a hard thing to kill!" Grandmother spoke. "Even with a chainsaw" The eldest woman piped up, eating . . . a cockroach? Ew.

The Addams butler gave Grandmother her coat back and she walked out of the house. "The vault" she mouthed as she passed me. I gave her a soft smile and nodded. "Good night, Dr. Pinderschloss" I waved to her as did Morticia and Gomez.

"Now, (Y/n), Wednesday will show you to your room" Morticia said and I followed the broody boy down the hallway. Just before the living room door closed I could hear the couple mutter the words "Perfect" and "Bride" which made me a bit confused.

However I ignored it. My mind only focused on one thing. Their gold.

THE ROOM I — was staying in was marvelous. It was big and spacious with magenta velvety curtain blocking out the moonlight, and mahogany wooden floor boards; which were decorated with a matching fluffy rug and a few draws against the wall, opposite of the giant bed.

The thing that threw me off were the flowers. Don't get me wrong, they we're pretty but there was so much that I felt suffocated.

Wednesday placed my trunk on the chest, at the end of the bed, and opened it. My eyes went wide as he pulled out a smaller case, one that I was full of my various collection of poisons. I hastily grabbed it from his hands.

I held the case close to my chest as the boy raised a brow. I wanted to slit his throat, but I couldn't. At least . . . Not yet.

"I-uh. I-I'm sorry. I-It's full of p-personal items . . . I-It's kind of embarrassing, s-so I- uh, I j-just want you to s-see"

I made an embarrassed expression and avoided eye contact. God, would he just LEAVE already!? I'm getting tired of my own act! And that's saying a lot, mostly because I do consider myself a quite narcissistic woman.

Wednesday shrugged . . . SHRUGGED! So I humiliated myself just for a SHRUG!? Jeeze, the least he could have done was appreciate the hard work I put in to stuttering that much.

I squeaked when he passed me, his staring never stopped. Actually, I don't think I even saw him blink since we met. At first it was endearing, but now it's just flat out weird. He closed the door and when I knew he was at least seven feet away I let out a sigh and groaned while flopping on the bed.

My shoulders felt tense when I rolled them until I sat up and took out my hair from it's bun, and slipped out of my white dress. After hours of wearing such a bright color, I felt the need to bury myself, just so I could shroud myself in something less . . . Intense.

I crawled on the bed in my underwear and grabbed a dark, silky, green robe that had black fur accents. With a grunt, I walked into the bathroom, that was connected to the room.

The bathroom was just as beautiful as the bedroom, with just as many flowers and a matching color scheme. Damn, how rich were the Addams?

I ran the bath water and added some soap along with a couple drops of (f/s) essential oils so that it would be bubbly and smell nice.

With a swift motion, I unclipped my bra and shimmied out of my underwear. I moaned when a dipped my foot inside the tub, then my body. It was like lying in a bath bull of clouds, everything felt heavenly and perfect.

I couldn't wait until I get to live like this forever.