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Chapter 20
Stranger and More Curious

(The following scene took place in Lydia Deetz's room, some time in the very recent past.)

Beetlejuice seemed frozen for a moment, and then went away. Normally he was a bit more relaxed. So, when Lydia saw him fade away in her mirror, she nervously chewed on her lip for a second, and then whispered, “Beej?”

“Call me, Lyds.” That was all he would say, and so, under her breath, Lydia said his name three times. There was no grand entrance, no wind, no smoke, no mist, no music. She looked around, and saw him. He was kneeling against a wall, his back to her, and it really did look odd. His suit looked darker than normal, gray and black instead of dingy white and black. There was a statue-like stiffness in him that just wasn't normal.

And then his legs moved, painfully slowly. There was a wooden creaking sound, and Lydia really didn't understand it.

When Beetlejuice was standing straight, he paused for a few moments.

“Are you okay?” Lydia asked with a hand on her bosom and a quivering sound in her voice.

And of course, like a damn living doll, Beetlejuice just had to swivel his head around, with more creaky sounds. His horribly sharp grin, insane eyes, and overall expression frightened Lydia. She gasped, put her palm to her lips, and nearly backed into her mirror.

Even his teeth seemed to creak as he spoke. “I saw a little light. There's a hole in here, with a camera.”

“The fuck?” Lydia shook her head.

Without even adjusting his head, Beetlejuice slipped his hand into the wall as if the wall was made of liquid. There wasn't even a sound to accompany the movement. He pulled out a tiny wireless video camera that looked very high tech. Then he used his free hand to turn his head back in its right place, and walked up to Lydia as if nothing weird was going on, except for that hellish expression on his face. Lydia was afraid to look at his eyes, and she just looked at the camera in his dirty hand.

“Someone … someone's watching me?” It was rather unbelievable for some reason. She couldn't accept it. She had accepted things considered to be impossible, fanciful, and too magical in her world. She didn't quite accept this. “I don't get it.”

“I'm gonna search this whole fucking house.”

Her face felt so warm, but her stomach felt cold. “Who do we tell? The police? Dad? Vlad? Everyone?”

Beetlejuice's eyes seemed to grow and brighten. “Let me find the fucker. I want his dick on a plate.” His voice shouldn't have been so quiet, but it was, and it was scary. She hadn't been this afraid of him in years.

“So … so you think it's a guy?” Lydia hugged herself.

“Most likely, probably the same asshole who … well ...” His startling face seemed to loosen a bit, and his eyes calmed down as he looked at her. “Yeah … you know.”

That was when Lydia thought she might throw up, but she didn't.

“Hey, Babe,” Beetlejuice said as his voice cooled down to something calmer, “Let me keep the camera.”

“Why?”

“So I can have a starting point.” He made a small gesture with his hand hovering a few inches above her head, like he wanted to stroke her hair. “Don't even think about this.”

“I really want to call the cops.”

“And explain to them how we suspect a vampire sorcerer guy might be stalking you?” He tried to make a friendly smile, but failed. “I wonder how the camera got in your wall.”

With a little mirthless laugh, Lydia pointed at the wall. “I think the camera was actually in the wall safe Dad got for me. I don't use it, though. I haven't bothered with it in a year.” She asked him to step aside, and he did so she could walk to the wall. She pushed a tiny button under a mounted shelf. A medium sized square section of the wall slid aside like a Japanese door, revealing a safe a few inches deep in the wall. The section of wall that moved really was just made of sturdy wood, made to blend into the wall.

Beetlejuice seemed to cheer up a bit; he floated over to Lydia instead of walked. “I don't think he put it in the safe. He just put it here where this space is between the safe and door.” He noticed a little spider web in the space along with a spider, snatched up the quiet little spider, and said between his munching of the poor twitching creature, “It's pretty obvious. Your old man's not a good carpenter. He should've sealed this space up. But,” he tilted his head. Lydia saw that his mouth was shrinking to normal size. “Why would our culprit put it in front of a safe? I know you don't open the door, but come on, it's a safe! You would've looked here eventually.”

Feeling a bit more comfortable, Lydia tried not to smile. It was almost like this was a mystery-themed game. “Well, the combination lock broke. It won't open. I wouldn't even bother now.”

“Well fuck,” Beetlejuice muttered, “this guy's been paying attention.” He swallowed the spider. “How come you didn't tell me about the safe?”

Lydia folded her arms and pursed her lips. “Was I supposed to?”

***

(this scene takes place in the present, one day after Vlad saw Beetlejuice on camera)

It was a cooler autumn night when Mihai found himself hugging a nude and lightly dozing Prudence in his recently tidied bedroom, on his large bed, laying on their sides.

She still didn't know what was going on here. He rubbed the top of her head with his chin. He really didn't like the idea of her knowing at all. That meant he couldn't keep her forever. Most things had endings, and romantic relationships were like this with him.

The moonlight made her skin look like porcelain. The dark shadows made her eyes look hidden.

Mihai wondered if Lydia would be angry over him eventually leaving Prudence behind. He wondered if Prudence would be too heartbroken. He decided he had to think of a few plans to keep her at a healthy mental state when he left.

The plump little woman made a cute little combination of a sigh and a whine. That ended his patience. He carefully slipped away from her, took a dildo, condom, and a tube of lubrication from a nightstand, and then knelt beside her. He put the objects aside and lightly pushed Prudence onto her back, which didn't seem to upset her; she kept up her sweet breathing.

Mihai bent down and kissed her mons, then lapped at it with his tongue. This caused Prudence to flinch, but she stubbornly ignored the sensations and tried to relax. Mihai slid his mouth down to her labia and teased her there, gently tugging and sucking.

“Aaahhnn …” Prudence lightly rocked her hips.

Mihai found her clitoris and leisurely, carefully, suckled it. Prudence clawed at the bedsheets and made a low growl in the back of her throat. She almost sounded like a cat.

For a few moments he let her wallow in her own desire, and then gently pressed into her with the dildo.

He might miss her.

He just might miss her. He had missed people before. It wasn't impossible.

In a way, Prudence was fortunate. That's what Mihai thought to himself. Prudence would be left behind. She would be left behind and thought of fondly. Bertha would barely be considered. Claire would be hated.

Lydia wasn't anywhere near as lucky as her peers. She would never be left behind.

She would never be forgotten.

Later on, when Prudence asked him to fuck her ass, he knew he would think of her fondly, because she asked so sweetly, as if asking for candy.

Just before he helped her pack up, so he could take her home, Mihai asked her what she thought of the world. He didn't know why he asked such a ridiculous question. He just knew that he wanted to.

Prudence told him, “The world is a bowl of mixed snacks and dirt and rocks.”

Mihai kissed her cheek, smiled, and said, “I think the world is a ball of chaos.”

“Do you think God really loves the world?” Prudence inquired.

“Why wouldn't he?” replied Mihai.

She fiddled with her fingers, but sweetly answered, “Sometimes I look at people and I wonder if God will break his promise to never bring another flood to us again.”

Mihai wondered if God even remotely liked most of his followers. Then he wondered why angels (well, the ones he had seen) are so terrifying.

***

Claire was rather pissed that she was receiving so many negative comments and losing so many friends on her favorite social networking website.

“Come on, no cool.”
“Beeeeyotch!”
“Hitler wannabe!”
“Nazi bitch!”
“Dumb bitch! Get back in da kitchen!”

Troll one Jewish girl and the suddenly everyone freaks out, eh?

“I heard wut you did to Danya a few months ago, dafuq?”
“Jelly of Danya, whore?”
“Damn, whatcha got against Jews, gurl?”

It was just … playing around, that's all. Come on … she was right, though … right? Claire's mom had told her so. Jews are filthy and ugly, right? And Danya was a dumb fat bitch, right? She won't even eat hotdogs like a normal fat bitch would!

Well, at least she had her real friends.

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