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River Princess	By : BloodValkyrie Category: 1 through F > Beetlejuice Views: 4287 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Beetlejuice and I don't own Bram Stoker's Dracula. I am making no profit.

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Chapter 10
Alarm

He appeared in a swirling gray mist, sparkling in the light from the windows of the mansion. The mist transformed into dull smoke, and then his form took shape. He wore his classic striped suit, although he looked a bit dustier than usual, which was saying something.

“Babe? Why are you crying?” One of his eyes literally grew larger than the other as he examined her. “Hey … your pretty lip gloss is a mess.”

It was on the lounge chair too … but Lydia wasn't thinking about that. She was too busy crying into her hands.

Very slowly, Beetlejuice lowered himself onto a chair, and he sighed. “Babe? What happened?”

“Something … something is out to get me!” She spied her purse on the floor, and she picked it up. Lydia held the purse in her lap, and wailed a bit more.

Beetlejuice gripped his knee rather tightly. His irises glowed, multicolored swirls floating in them. “What happened? Why didn't you call me?” His voice had a fresh gruffness she wasn't accustomed to.

“I ...” How the fuck was she supposed to explain why she didn't when she could have? She rubbed her eye and then she hugged herself. “Shadows were touching me ...”

“Shadows?” His eyes cooled to their normal coloring, and he spoke more gently. “Lydia, you're really scared; I don't like it. Shadows? That shit doesn't happen around here.”

“I was pushed into the lounge chair. I came here to call you put they just pushed my face into the chair!” She was starting to sound high-pitched and harsh.

“Okay okay … are you hurt?”

She sniffed and made a watery sound with her throat.

Beetlejuice laced his fingers together at his knees as he bent over. “Lydia, are you hurt?”

“They touched me … they touched me ...”

“Oh.” His hand went to his mouth, and he stared at her for some seconds. “Are you bleeding?”

“I don't think so. I don't feel any pain.”

“Still scary as fuck, though.”

She nodded.

“Lydia, do you want a hug or do you want me to hurry up with the advice?”

“Give me the fucking advice,” she hissed out.

He made a show of stretching his limbs and then he grunted. “Either a ghost is messing with you, or a sorcerer, or a vampire sorcerer.”

“Huh?” Lydia crossed her legs, wanting her thighs to feel very very closed. “I don't ...”

“The Queen might help out.”

“The Queen?”

“I can get Prince Vince to contact her from the Neitherworld. If a vampire has been messing with you, she'd stop it. If not, she'd at least tell us who to talk to.”

She almost threw up a bit in her mouth. “What if she's the one who–”

Beetlejuice shook his head. “She doesn't do this shit. Sneak into a prison and start killing the most violent inmates in their sleep, fuck yeah. Harass little average Joe, uh Jane, no. She's probably heard about you, though. One of the few mortals allowed to regularly visit the Neitherworld. She'd definitely not want to harass you.”

“Why not?”

He stood up and tugged on his jacket. “You have a reputation for being a goody goody. She leaves those types alone.”

“Lydia, where are you?” called out Mihai's voice from nearby.

“Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice,” Lydia whispered as rapidly as possible. The lovable demon faded away. Mihai opened the door and found her.

“Lydia … your face is something of a disaster,” he told her, reaching out to take her hand. Lydia took it and let him help her up.

“I fell and hurt my ankle, landed on the chair,” she lied. Lydia tried to give him a convincingly pleased look. “I'm fine, though, doesn't even hurt now. I'm glad you found me. I was just feeling alone.”

“Then why did you come out here?” He sounded somewhat exasperated with her explanations.

“Well, after that joke you played on Claire, I figured nobody really loves me so much.” She hugged him, which made the man say woah, but he hugged her back. “But you came looking for me. I bet my parents didn't come looking for me. Now I know someone really does care about me!”

Gingerly he patted her back, telling her, “You are insane and I don't know if I like it.” He made a soft sniffing sound and then expressed disgust. “Why do I smell something filthy? Like an old gym bag?”

Beetlejuice … Lydia was used to that smell … not that she didn't try to keep herself clean. She giggled. “You're rich, so you should know rich people are weird. There's probably a collection of gym bags under the veranda!”

“Awww you're so weird. You should be rich,” he told her, and then he hugged her a bit more earnestly. Lydia certainly did not notice that he looked out into the darkness, and saw a very tall figure watching them. He muttered, “Femeile sunt foarte ciudat.” Women are very weird.

Lydia told him, “Yeah yeah, women are weird, says the cross-dressing brolita from Romania who doesn't even sound like a Romanian.” She pulled back from him to pinch his cheek. She really thought he was cute at that moment, with a startled eyes and tightly closed mouth.

“Come on, you need to fix your makeup,” he said in a coaxing but low tone, a little bit more like his father would've said it.

Once her face was looking its best again, Mihai escorted her back to the party. On the way Lydia overheard Claire Brewster talking to someone, about Lydia's “obviously fake piece of shit rock.” Mihai heard it too, and he had such a snarl on his face. Lydia was almost afraid.

She was surprised when Mihai steered her over to Claire, but she didn't resist him. They stopped right behind her, and Mihai said quite loudly, “What a filthy liar!”

Claire jumped from the sound of his voice, and so did the people she was talking too, including her fashion accessory friends. Lydia just looked at him with her mouth agape.

He didn't give her time to submit a verbal reply. He continued, “Is your father finished fucking that woman in the bathroom? I want to go tell him that my father and I refuse to come to any of his parties that you attend.”

“Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?!” Claire hollered at him, moving her shoulders and chest in a way that made Lydia think of an angry bird.

Lydia really wondered why he was so angry. Yeah, she was a bitch, but she hadn't done anything to him specifically.

“And since you mentioned 'obviously fake,' why don't you talk about your tan? Have you heard about the sun? It's great, and it doesn't cake on your skin like trashy makeup!”

And with that statement in the air, Mihai pulled on Lydia's arm and took her away from them. She heard Claire spitting out curses, and the people around her trying to calm her down, but Lydia didn't look back at them. Instead she looked up at Mihai. “Why are you so pissed? She's a bitch, but … wow. She was a real bitch to me when we were kids in school, but you didn't know that.”

Mihai's face was a bit red, but he gave her a friendly smile. “I once dated a girl like her. I know how those types are. It's not over, and I'm prepared to kick her ass.”

Lydia remembered when Claire sabotaged a stage audition of hers when they were younger. She also thought of when Claire misled her friends when they were trying to go perform at a concert. As Lydia walked with Mihai back to her family, she pondered over the time when Claire played golf with her and cheated so very much.

She hadn't changed much over the years, and Lydia still disliked her. She wondered if she should even be complaining.

For a moment, she almost forgot about that frightening incident on the veranda. She liked that she could almost forget. Maybe she can force herself to actually forget.

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