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River Princess	By : BloodValkyrie Category: 1 through F > Beetlejuice Views: 4287 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 14
The Horror Begins

“You mean … like … dating?” She was pretty sure that's what he meant.

Vlad Dalca kissed Lydia's nose. “Is the idea repulsive?”

“To some people,” Lydia admitted, even though she didn't want to say it. Her eyes moved down, but Vlad took her chin in his fingers and had her look at his face.

“Nimeni nu are voie să te rănesc. Nimeni nu are voie să te insult.,” he insisted. Nobody is allowed to hurt you. Nobody is allowed to insult you.

Lydia stroked his hand, “Ce autoritate aveți? Sunteți doar om bogat, un om, nici măcar un politician.” What authority do you have? You are merely rich man, one man, not even a politician.

“Când acei oameni vin pentru bani, veți înțelege.” When those men come for the money, you will understand. After he told her that he kissed her again.

Lydia wanted to believe everything he told her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and tried to rub his penis' head with her vagina. “Come oooooooooon,” she whined, “O vreau!” I want it!

“Hmmm …?” He looked at her, his mouth set. “Draga mea, ești virgină?” Darling, are you a virgin?

Her mood died. She shot him an impatient look. “Yeah … are you going to fuck me or not?”

The unnerved tick in his jaw made him look like he would balk at the idea. “Do you know that women often feel pain the first time they have sex?”

Impatiently she gave his hair a gentle tug. “It probably won't hurt that much. Come on!”

Vlad smirked at her, but he grabbed her legs and spread them wide. Lydia groped her own breast, moaning. She closed her eyes as his fingertips played with her clitoris. She hissed out and moaned at the sensations; sometimes her hips jerked. “Da ... da da da da ...” Yes … yes yes yes yes …

His tongue slid around her thighs, and Lydia thought there might be some sort of electricity in his tongue. Everywhere his tongue touched there was a tingle. His mouth went to her clitoris and he sucked. Lydia's response was to scream and put her palm on Vlad's head. “Da ... bine ... e atat de bine ...” Yeah ... good ... it's so good ...

He pressed a finger into her, and her eyes rolled back into her head for a moment. “Oooooooooooh … yeah!” A flash of an unpleasant memory came to her head, because of his fingernails, but lots of people have long fingernails, so she just ignored the memory and concentrated on the piercing jolts dancing around her flesh.

He tried to press another finger into her, and she screamed at a terrible pain. “Ooooow! It hurts!”

“Prea mult,” Vlad muttered. Too much. He pulled his fingers out and gave her a little apology kiss. “I want to wait.”

“The fuck?!” Lydia wanted to smack him, but she didn't. She did push his shoulders so he'd move away. As she closed her legs, she said, “Might as well give these rocks back.”

Vlad laughed up at her, that deep older laugh that made Lydia jump a little. Then he got to his feet and pulled his pants back up. “I want to savor you, Iubită.” Iubita means sweetheart or lover or darling. “You are too precious not to savor.”

She started removing one of the earrings. “I think I'll go home now.”

Vlad stopped her hands, carefully clasping her wrists. “Vrei un card de credit, fără a fi nevoie de a plăti facturile?” Would you like a credit card, without needing to pay the bills?

“Okay, now my whore sense is tingling.”

He laughed again, but softer. “Please do not say that.”

***

Lydia didn't tell her parents. She assumed she would have to tell them eventually, but not at this time. A few days later, when Vlad secretly gave her a credit card, she hid the thing and decided not to go shopping yet.

On the evening some of the members of the Passerini families had promised to come, the Deetz family was surprised to find some very different people enter his home.

The first person to burst into the home was a tall tanned woman with deeply red hair. She walked into the living room where the Deetz family was waiting. “Hey,” she said, “I'm Brunhilde, an old bud of Vlad's. I'm gonna make your lives more awesome, kay? Oh, the money's in a van outside. That's a fucking lot of cash to owe someone.”

She was wearing tiny ripped denim mini shorts, a teeny tiny string and silver bikini top mostly adorned with little rubies (which made Lydia think of a famous diamond bikini once seen in a famous magazine), and a bolero jacket made of black leather with sleeves long enough to reach her finger joints. Brunhilde's shoes were ankle length work boots, and judging by the loud BONK sounds they made on the floor they probably had steel toes. What really shocked the Deetzes is that she was carrying a Japanese type of club, called a kanabo, a bit thinner than a baseball bat, but made of sturdy wood and iron studs. It was very vicious looking for something that wasn't a blade. She did have a blade, a fucking longsword sheathed and attached to a belt on her waist.

“You know Vlad?” Delia asked her. She didn't seem to quite understand how someone so unsophisticated and violent looking could be the man's friend.

Brunhilde nodded, her curly red hair bouncing in a way that nearly looked innocent. “My other friends will be here in three, two, one.”

Her friends emerged, around thirty. All of them carried guns that looked like something a soldier would carry. They varied in ages, none of them children, of course. They also varied in race and skin color. Some looked like they would be harmless without the guns. Some of them looked like action heroes. Some of them looked like bikers. Some of them looked like action heroes. They weren't rowdy, didn't speak much at all. They just stood in the living room, waiting.

One was a very tall and pale young woman, as very thin, with obviously fake round breasts that were just too big, but she didn't seem to have a problem keeping her balance. Her hair was dry and oddly colored, as if she was addicted to cheap hair dye. She dressed like a sexy biker chick. Her voice was surprisingly soft and sweet, like a stereotypical fairy tale princess. “Hey B. This family is the cutest.”

“Yeah yeah,” Brunhilde said. She winked at Delia for no apparent reason. “The wife's an artist. Maybe she'll slap a few sculptures together for me after all this.”

“Who the hell are all these people?” Charles asked, his face starting to look blotchy.

Brunhilde playfully poked his ribs with the end of her kanabo club, not enough to hurt him, but just enough to make him flinch in his seat on the sofa. “They're some friends of mine. I got some more friends, but I just gathered the closest ones.”

A short but muscular Native American man wearing leather pants said to Charles, “We're here to be scary.”

“Okay everyone, remember no talking unless I say so,” Brunhilde reminded them with a smile. “My favorite little baby should be here soon.”

Right on cue, Vlad Dalca came in, wearing a fantastic designer black suit and carrying a large package. His son Mihai was right behind him, his long black hair in a single plait. Mihai had a very concerned look on his face, but he smiled at the Deetzes. Vlad was looking rather self-contented. He was the only one who was bold enough to sit down with the Deetzes. He sat down right next to Lydia and handed her the package. “Please wear the clothing and jewelry in this box.”

Mihai explained, “We're going to put on a nice show.”

Lydia gave her parents an apologetic look, then she ran upstairs with her package.

When she walked back into the living room, Charles groaned and asked why the world was so hateful to him. Lydia Deetz had her dainty feet in a pair of tall golden stilettos covered in little diamonds. She had on a black lace mini shirt so short she didn't need to bend over to show off her ass. She did have a black thong on, but still her ass was out there for anyone to see. She had on a tiny red V-neck halter top that left nothing to any imagination. Her fingers had on various rings, and there were diamond and ruby chandelier earrings in her ears. She wore a magnificent necklace with a big ruby pendant that dangled between her breasts.

“I don't know if I'm embarrassed or what,” Lydia mumbled as she tried to cover her butt with her hands. She stumbled over to her seat; the heels were quite high. Her cheeks were red, but she kept fiddling with the necklace to distract her. Vlad made her yelp when he took her by her waist and sat her in his lap.

The woman with the overly large bosom looked at her and said, “Awww Honey, you need some lipstick.” She skipped over to Lydia and handed her a tube from her pocket. “Haven't even opened it, Love. Keep it.”

“Uhm, thank you.” Lydia couldn't see a reason to say no. She opened the tube and saw a factory fresh looking stick. It was red, typical. She sighed and rubbed her lips with the stick.

Vlad took the lipstick for her, since she had no pockets, and put it in a pocket of his. As soon as that was done, the Passerinis came, ten of them, wearing fancy suits and more than likely carrying pistols. This was confirmed when they saw the large group of people and guns. They whipped out their pistols, yelling. Brunhilde outdid them by screaming out, “SHUUUUUUT THE FUCK UP OR I'LL BLOW YOUR HEADS OFF!!!!!!!!”

They shut up. Brunhilde smiled at them and said, “We have your money. It's in the van outside. I hope you have enough space to carry it all.”

One man said, “Good, we're going to get it.”

“Just a moment, Asshole,” Brunhilde said, pointing at him with her kanabo. “We need to make sure you and your boss understand something, so pay attention and tell your boss everything.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” the man shouted.

Brunhilde winked. “I'm a bad muthafucka. Now shut up.” She sauntered over to Lydia and put her index finger under Lydia's chin. “Do you see this cute little baby doll? Isn't she the sweetest damn thing? I bet you'd love to fuck her up.” Charles hid his face with a white handkerchief. “It's too bad for you, though. She's off limits,” continued Brunhilde. “Her family is off limits. Anyone she even remotely likes is off limits.”

The man told her, “Do you know who we are?”

Brunhilde rolled her eyes. “Vlad, didn't I just tell that piece of shit to shut the fuck up?”

Vlad nodded and stroked Lydia's legs, which made her squeak. “You told him to shut up, but he speaks.”

Satisfied with his words, Brunhilde nodded and approached the man, staring down at him and licking her teeth. Slowly she unsheathed her sword. “I had this little toy made just for me. It's a lovely modern approach to a longsword, with a comfortable grip.” She made a lightning fast movement with her hand, and somehow the man's gun was on the floor.

Befuddled, the man stepped back. His companions suddenly found that their guns were on the floor too, and Brunhilde's babies were much closer to them than before.

Delia whispered, “How did they do that?”

In the blink of an eye bloody thin lines were made down the man's face. Brunhilde smiled so very kindly at the man, blood and small bits of flesh on her fingernails, which looked a little bit longer than normal. The man screamed, but she gripped his throat with a single hand, and he was forced to stop. He did manage to spit out, “Bitch,” but Brunhilde didn't like it. Still smiling that perfect, doll-like, motherly smile, she made a tight movement with her sword, and from the knee downwards part of the man's leg was chopped off, and blood was drooping and spurting, making a mess. She literally threw him at his friends.

Delia screamed. Charles held Delia. Lydia thought she would scream, but she pressed shaky hands to her face. She felt Vlad kiss her nape, but she ignored it.

That man was screaming and crying out curses. His companions tried to get their guns, but they were outnumbered, and Brunhilde's friends were quick enough to kick the guns out of reach. Brunhilde giggled. “Here's your leg!” She tossed the limb at them. The men were kind enough to take it for the injured man. “Now tell your boss what I said! I'm not afraid to wage full on war on his pissant family! I'll drink the blood of their babies and shit on everyone's lawn like a bitch! The key's in the van, take the shit and go!”

They did, leaving their guns behind. Everyone heard the van outside being started, along with the vehicle the men had arrived in. Once the men had driven off, Brunhilde said in a sing song voice, “Who'll clean up all this blood for me? I'll give you a cookie!”

With a groan a middle aged looking man said he'd go buy the cleaning supplies.

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