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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 2
A Warning

“You've really got something good here,” Delia Deetz told her husband Charles as she brushed rose colored powder onto her cheekbones, sitting at her vanity table. “This guy might be richer than Brewster, freaking Brewster!”

Charles was adjusting his tie when he moved to stand next to her. “He's interested in investing in a project of mine. In this economy, I can't say no to that.”

“Maybe he'll buy a sculpture of mine,” Delia said, testing her red coiffure with her fingertips. “He seems to be the type.”

Charles' brow furrowed and he said, “His eyes seemed to light up when I showed him some of my family pictures.”

“He must be a family man,” Delia chirped, “He seems to have a good relationship with his son.”

“I hope Lydia doesn't mind that I asked her to bake. Sometimes she'd rather sew something than bake.”

Delia stood up to brush her fingers through his hair, arranging it to her liking. “After a slice of her chocolate cake he'll throw money at you.”

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When Lydia Deetz admired the shine on the chocolate frosted cake under the kitchen lights she wondered if it was good enough. Maybe she should have used a different frosting, just to be different. She shrugged and decided she was already dressed up, and the guests would be here soon, so there was no need to waste baking material and time.

She rubbed the back of her neck, her long fitted sleeves making a very soft crinkled sound. She heard her long dress' skirt flutter about her ankles, and she wondered if her dress was too matronly. The neckline was very high, and the waist was as fitted as her sleeves, allowing a slight flare to the skirt. There weren't any other major details to the garment. It was black, simple cotton, no pleating, no interesting pattern.

Lydia touched her hair and realized she hadn't done anything with it, other than putting it in a ponytail. This was not appropiate, so she put a glass lid over the cake and went upstairs to her room.

When she walked downstairs, she halted at the bottom step, because there was a round of great and thunderous laughter that made her throat constrict for a moment. She placed her hand on her bosom and moved into the living room.

“We were waiting on you!” Charles told her with a joyful tone. He nodded at the person standing next to him. “Mihai just told the most interesting joke I've ever heard.”

Lydia didn't really care what the joke was, but she looked at Mihai and smiled anyway. Then she looked at the man next to Mihai.

Nice hair.

That was the first thing that popped in her head. Nice hair. He had very nice, long, dark brown, wavy hair, longer than Mihai's. Lydia thought that her intentionally messy 1980s inspired updo seemed a bit childish when compared to his hair. His shoulders were broader than Mihai's, and his face was a bit rounder, and he had those gray eyes. There was a warmth in those eyes when he looked at her. Lydia blinked a few times because looking at those eyes unnerved her and she wasn't sure why. Judging by his grin and the mild blush to his cheeks he was the one who laughed so hard.

Why was his mouth so yummy looking?

That wasn't a good thought to have about an older man. She forced herself to notice the mild lines under his eyes. He didn't have very many lines.

That was a very nice suit he wore, black with a red shirt and a gold colored tie. There was a little jewel under the knot, flashy.

Charles suggested that they all go into the dining room and Lydia was the one who served everyone their plates before sitting down. Everyone was polite enough to wait until she sat down, and she appreciated that. Mihai asked if they were to say a prayer before the meal, and Delia told him that wasn't necessary, because they weren't a strictly religious household. Charles was a very relaxed Catholic (but not exactly a relaxed person), yet his wife was Atheist/Agnostic depending on her mood, and Lydia claimed to be Agnostic but she had experimented with different religions. Mihai said he and his father were not very religious, and left it at that. So, nobody felt any qualms about digging into the meal. It was a lovely meal, and thankfully Delia had not cooked very much of it. She was an earnest cook, but not a very skilled one.

The main portion of the meal was steak, and steak was fairly expensive, but Charles felt the price was worth it. The side dishes were baked potatoes and a very creamy pasta with mushroom slices. It wasn't exactly a fancy dinner, but it was lovely and simple enough. Lydia made certain everyone around her had red wine, and made certain not to take any for herself. Mihai's father, who had said his name was Vlad, had mentioned something about a limousine. So, Lydia assumed they would not be driving home.

Mihai seemed to make a point of talking to her. He was sitting next to her, so this wasn't a foolish thing to do. Despite that fact, Lydia really took notice of his efforts. He asked her about school, about her friends, about her hobbies, about pretty much anything he could ask without seeming creepy. Mihai didn't appear to be very much older than Lydia, so of course Delia encouraged this by telling Mihai all about Lydia's accomplishments. The idea of a rich young man taking an interest in Lydia probably gave Delia's soul an orgasm, but Lydia didn't comment on Delia's almost hungry looking eyes as she admired Mihai's very pretty diamond pinky ring. Lydia did give her father an uncomfortable look, and Charles merely shrugged.

Vlad Dalca spoke to her, and this startled her because he had mostly spoken to his son and Charles. “Lydia, may I ask, what are your career plans?”

Lydia hesitated, her fork in her steak. “I dunno. Maybe I'll be a costume designer or something.”

Charles chimed in, “I don't see why you can't be, but maybe you should be a lawyer?”

“Oh come on,” Lydia said as she reached for her glass of soda, making an unamused face.

Delia seemed rather compelled when she said, “Lydia could be a fabulous lawyer! She's sharper than clay wire cutter.”

Charles nodded. “Hey, maybe she could be a fashion designer. She has a knack for that, but it'll take a lot of luck.”

After a few minutes the conversation changed to the state of the nation's economy, and Lydia really didn't want to pay any attention. Mihai seemed to notice this, so he lured her into an unrelated conversation about, of all things, horror films. At one point the conversation turned into something like an ode to stupid amounts of gore in some films, and then the everyone around them turned silent. Charles looked like he was a little bit sick and disturbed.

“Well,” Lydia said, “that was inappropriate of us.”

“I'm aware,” retorted Mihai, beaming at everyone, “I just wanted them to stop talking about the economy. It depressed me.”

That was when Delia laughed a very fake and funny laugh. Charles made a few chuckles through his teeth. Mihai's father Vlad had a very blank look on his face, as if he really didn't want anyone to know what he was thinking. Then he looked at Lydia's smiling face, and he smiled.

Once everyone had finished the meal, Lydia cleared everyone's plates and served them her chocolate cake, telling them, “I worked really hard on this cake so you'd better lie and say it's best thing ever.” Vlad dug into his slice the moment he had it, which made her giggle a little. She turned her face to hide her flushed cheeks and her smirk, but she could sense that Vlad Dalca had noticed.

She got her slice and walked in the direction of her seat, but she tripped and fell onto the floor, and her slice of cake was pressed into her chest. Her face was throbbing and burning and she really really hated it. Tears were coming, and she hoped there was no blood. Her eyes were shut, and she didn't want to open them yet.

Lydia heard the frightened gasps, her father calling out her name, chairs being pushed away. She tried to get up but someone got to her before she could. Very strong hands gripped her arms and helped her to her feet. She opened her eyes. Those same hands touched her chin and scraped away the tears. They had slightly long fingernails, and a handsome silver ring. She stopped focusing on the hands and looked at the person's face. It was Vlad Dalca, and Charles was beside him. That long haired man had such a worried look on his face it almost broke her heart, and she didn't quite understand it.

“I believe your cheek kissed the floor,” he told her. Then his nose wrinkled and his frown turned into a grin. “I am very jealous. I have yet to have a cheek kiss me. I wonder if that is a pleasant experience.”

Lydia's winced and said in a hollow voice, “Ha ha ha. Sunteți extrem de amuzant.” You are extremely funny.

She grimaced, but he only kept smiling at her. Then Lydia exhaled and said, “Okay, I give in. It was very nice of you to help me up, so thanks.” That prompted Vlad to laugh that loud laugh of his, and Lydia recoiled a bit, moving out of his grasp. Charles jumped a bit too.

Lydia went to wash her face and change into a casual pair of black jeans and a red t-shirt. The dinner would be over soon, no need to find another dress.

She returned to the group to join her family in saying goodbye. Lydia took the chance to politely ask for Mihai's email address, but she was very honest. “My friend Prudence thinks you're cute. She's too afraid to ask for your email, though.”

Mihai rolled his eyes and flipped his braid, and then he took a notepad and pen from his jacket to write down the information. “Timid girls are always amusing,” he said. Lydia wasn't sure if he sounded genuinely amused, or annoyed, or both.

Once she had the paper in her pocket Vlad said quietly, “Da femeia numărul dumneavoastră de telefon. Poate că ea va avea nevoie.” Give the woman your telephone number. Perhaps she will need it.

Mihai wrote that down too and gave it to Lydia; his pen was very pretty and Lydia really wanted one just like it. It looked like a golden fountain pen with images of gears etched into the metal. She even gasped at it once she noticed the gears. “Nice pen! It's so detailed!”

“That is a classy pen,” agreed Delia, peering at the thing as if it was a new invention.

Lydia was surprised when Mihai told her, “Keep it, I have several.” He pushed the pen into Lydia's hand, and she tried very hard not to jump and scream like a kid on Christmas.

“Ohhmygod thank you! It's so beautiful!” Her cheeks were hurting a bit more thanks to the smiling, but she certainly didn't care.

***

She was trying to sleep when he called her.

Lydia had told him she'd be busy, so she wasn't sure why he was calling her.

“Hey, Babe, Lyds … Heeeey!”

She cursed, got out of bed, adjusted her plain and long nightgown, and turned on the lamp on the nightstand. Then Lydia stepped to her standing mirror. Her reflection wasn't looking at her with a pissed off face. A demon was standing in the mirror instead, looking at her with a happy, if grimy, face.

“BJ … Motherfucker … I was just about to fall asleep.” She rubbed an eye.

Beetlejuice stuck out a purple striped tongue and gave her the finger. Then he scratched his flaky green and yellow scalp. “The Queen of the Vampires is in town.”

“Well, that must mean she has business here,” Lydia said, trying to fight a headache. She stretched her limbs. “What the fuck does that have to do with me? She's not known for causing trouble. If anything, she's known for keeping the vampires in line.”

Beetlejuice rubbed his nose. “You've never met the bitch.” He made such a wicked grin, his uneven dark teeth looking rather unattractive. “She causes a shitload of trouble, it's just the kind of trouble she's allowed to do.”

“Well of course I've never met the bitch, never had a reason to, don't even know what she looks like.” Lydia yawned and mumbled something incoherent, and then said, “Is this why you woke me up, just to tell me this?”

“Well geez, I just wanted to warn you. If someone suddenly seems more vampirish then you'll at least know why.” He knocked on the glass on his side with his knuckles. “I'd hit your head, but we're not in the same world. Wake up, Lydia, this is important!”

“I know. I know. Freaking queen of blood drinking fairies is in my area. Caution needed.” She turned her back on the mirror. “I'm going to bed.”

“Don't let anyone get near your throat,” he warned.

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