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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 15
Protection

The man returned with the cleaning supplies, and without asking for help, he started cleaning. As he worked, the Brunhilde handed him her bloody sword, and he worked on that too.

“Hey,” Brunhilde said to the sweet talking woman who had given Lydia lipstick, “Next time, when I say no talking, mean no talking.”

“I was giving the girl some lipstick, to whore her up.” The woman giggled at Brunhilde.

Brunhilde gently tapped the woman's hip with her kanabo club. “Okay, forgiven.” She held her club up and examined it like it was a baseball bat. “I didn't get to use my club. That sucks more than me.” She sighed. “Okay guys, you can all leave now, you even got some free guns, but remember, I want at least two of you watching this place at all times. I'm sure the Deetzes have a guest room.”

“What?!” Charles shot up from his seat. “I'm going to have these people in my house?!”

Vlad shrugged. “They might feel offended. You should be protected.”

“No worries,” Brunhilde told Charles, “I'll give them money. They won't eat you out of house and home. If they do, I'll beat them. They'll be the perfect little house guests.” She suddenly pouted. “Does anyone have anything they don't want anymore? I really wanna break something with this club.”

Mihai made a very noticeable groan, rolling his eyes.

As most of Brunhilde's babies left the building (the cute woman who gave Lydia lipstick and one man stayed behind), taking their weapons and the guns the gangsters left behind, Vlad turned to look at Charles and said in the most polite and respectful tone, “Mr. Deetz, may I please have your blessing to court your lovely and intelligent daughter?”

Delia's jaw dropped. Charles starting laughing like a sad madman. Lydia blushed, and not even bothering to wait for her father to answer, she asked Vlad a question of her own. “Did I really have to dress up like a goddamn street walker?”

The amusement on his face was shockingly cute. She didn't know the man could be cute. “We wanted your new status as a kept woman to be obvious.”

“So the correct answer is no,” Lydia said, taking off her earrings. She stood up, wanting to go upstairs and get out of the outfit.

Mihai covered his eyes and turned his head, not seeming to appreciate the image of Lydia's ass. He muttered, “Nu vreau să văd asta.” I do not want to see that.

Charles was still laughing, but quieter. Delia was hugging him, cooing at him, trying to calm him down. Lydia made a mental note to apologize to him later. The poor guy's world was being tossed around like a kid's rubber ball. She heard Delia say, “Hey, this isn't too bad. It'll be okay.”

When Lydia returned downstairs, wearing jeans and a T-shirt, the middle aged looking man was still cleaning up the blood. Brunhilde was stroking Mihai's head, much to his apparent discomfort. Lydia guessed that she was stroking his head because Mihai didn't like it. Charles was silent, staring out into nothing, and his wife was still hugging him. Vlad stood up and reached out to Lydia, palm upwards. Lydia figured he wanted her hand, so she put it in his. He kissed her hand and told her, “You need a respite from this violence, Mândră.” That was a pleasant word that meant beauty or sweetheart in this context. “Abuse my card tomorrow or the next day. He is a masochist, so do not fret.”

“He gave you a card?” Delia said, her arms still around Charles.

“Well … yeah, doesn't even have a spending limit,” Lydia confessed. She gripped Vlad's hand and looked up at his eyes. “Are you in a gang? I'm not stupid enough to go to the cops, but I wanna know.”

Brunhilde answered for him, twirling Mihai's braid like a jump rope. “Yeah, we're a gang, sorta, maybe, a little, more like a family really. It's complicated.” She suddenly stopped bothering Mihai and said, “Oh, by the way, I don't go about drinking baby blood. That's not my cup of tea. I suppose I would shit on someone's lawn if I was riled enough.”

“Who is this woman anyway?” Lydia knew she should be afraid of the woman, but she had just made a claim of protection on her, violently.

“Brunhilde,” replied Vlad, putting his arms about her and stroking her head. “She likes you.”

“Uhhh … okay.” Lydia didn't think this was a situation she could easily get out of. “I'm stuck in this lifestyle change, right?”

Vlad nuzzled her head. “You are now trapped in a life of leisure, luxury, and affection.”

Lydia felt a warmth in her chest, and she smiled, but she hid the smile in Vlad's chest. When she was able to put her smile away she looked up at Vlad again. “Can I keep the jewelry you lent me today?”

“I never loan jewelry to women,” he told her, “I give jewelry to women.”

She wondered how many women he had given jewelry to.

Brunhilde moved to the man who was cleaning up and patted his head. The man ignored the gesture, just kept cleaning. “I'll get out of your house eventually. I want to make sure this guy does a good job.”

***

“Brunhilde?!”

Beetlejuice was gawking at Lydia.

She knew she had to tell him everything that had happened, but she didn't know that he would react like this. They were at a small dining table in his home, and Beeteljuice nearly fell out of his seat when Lydia had told her the name of the women who seemed to be the leader, but he let her finish her story.

“So … she's Brunhilde?” he said, folding his arms on the table and still staring at her.

“Yeah, so?”

“I can't believe she fucking told you that.” Beetlejuice looked like he wanted to smile.

Lydia crossed her legs. “I have no idea what you're talking about now.”

“Well, I'm not gonna fuck up whatever Brunhilde's got in mind,” he said, grinning his rather unhealthy grin, “Wanna go watch an old movie with me?”

“It's late, but thanks, B.J.” She blew him a kiss.

***

Much to the discomfort of her parents, two of Brunhilde's friends were staying at their home. They always had money, and they always gave one of her parents some whenever they took something to eat. They also slept in shifts, no matter what time of day it was. Sometimes they tried to make a polite conversation, but mostly they entertained themselves with their books or iPads, not bothering anyone. For some reason, they called Lydia, “Miss Deetz” or “Ma'am” or sometimes even “My Lady.” When she asked them why, one told her that Vlad had given them extra cash just to call her by those titles. Lydia laughed at that.

Vlad texted her in the morning, to ask when she was leaving to go shopping, and Lydia told him. He told her to wait for a limousine. It arrived in the afternoon, right on time. It was a very nice limousine. She had often seen Claire Brewster relaxing in a white limousine with the letter C on the hood. This limousine was black and sleeker, and to Lydia's shock her first name was in a beautiful white script on the hood. Lydia wondered if he just took one of his limousines and had her name put on it, or if he purchased a new one.

There were two people inside, two elegant looking women in sexy short black cocktail dresses and small black versions of a Gainsborough hat. They had on dressy black platform shoes and wore long black gloves. Lydia wondered if they were twins; they had similar physical looks.

“I'm Gina,” said one.

“I'm Marleen,” said the other.

Lydia knew she would never tell them apart. “Who are you guys?”

“We're your new shopping assistants,” Gina answered.

“Oooooooohhhhhh kay,” Lydia said as her eyebrow quirked. “Vlad hired you?”

“Yes Ma'am,” said Marleen. “We'll help you carry your bags, and we also have emergency cash with us.”

“Kaaaay.” Lydia had already accepted that she was living in La-La Land, and there was no way to stop it. She got into the limousine. Lydia couldn't say for certain what was inside Claire's limousine, but when Lydia slipped inside she assumed Claire would be so angry at her.

It was sooooooooooooooooooo extravagant. The seats were black with red upholstery buttons, and the leather was so silky and comfy. There was a lot of room to stretch one's feet. Lydia was blithely surprised to see a fairly big TV monitor and a video game system. There was also a bar, but the only beverages inside were fruit juices and soda, since Lydia wasn't 21 yet. The stereo system was very stylish looking. The ceiling had swirling lights that weren't turned on, but Lydia knew by the end of the day she would be flicking them on and off over and over again.

“I feel like I need to be wearing something sexy to be in this thing,” Lydia admitted.

“We can wait,” said one of the assistants.

Lydia slipped back out to get on her sexiest shopping outfit she could put together.

***

Brunhilde was gnawing on a man's bloody finger, relaxing in an armchair in a TV room of Mihai's, when she heard her victim whine beneath her feet.

“Silly little man, thought you would spy on us, eh?”

The man's face was scratched more than pottery, and he was begging to be released, offering money.

“Bitch, do I look like I worry about money? I'll let you go when I feel like it.” She twirled the digit with her finger. “I'm not going to kill you. You were only following orders. Still, you're not getting this finger back.”

“What do you want?!” he wailed.

“Well, first you're going to watch me eat your finger.” Brunhilde stuck out her tongue like a silly child. “Then you're going to see your boss and tell him you ain't coming back. Finally, you're going to tell your boss, even if he's already been told, that he needs to back the fuck off.”

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