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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 25
The Confrontation

Author's Note: This is a friendly reminder that I do not understand Romanian, and so I will use the Internet for translations. Please understand that along with typos in English there will be worse mistakes in Romanian.

She was too afraid to react very much to that broken lamp. Lydia considered calling Beetlejuice, but she knew that would be dangerous. He was best saved for emergencies.

So, without turning around, she said, “I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you!”

Vlad put his arms around her from behind. They were pretty thick arms, and Lydia felt like she was trapped. She shivered at his breath. It was ticking her ear. “N-ar fi trebuit aruncat lampa,” he whispered. I shouldn't have thrown the lamp. “Poți să mă ierți?” Can you forgive me?

“Tu ești înfricoșător,” she murmured like a five year old afraid of the dark. You're scary.

Vlad sighed, and he squeezed her a little tighter. “Te iubesc.” I love you.

“De ce?” Why?

“Love is blind, nu?” Nu means no; in this context it was like he was saying right in a questioning way. There was a perk in his voice, like was trying to cheer her up.

Lydia hated that saying. “Love is not blind. Love just makes you blind. I'm also not stupid enough to never look a gift horse in the mouth. I will always look every damn horse in the mouth.”

“Este atât de greu de crezut?” Is it so difficult to believe? Vlad squeezed her breast, but Lydia ignored it.

“Citi ani aveti?” she asked him, wanting to get it out of the way. How old are you? He didn't tell her at first. Lydia lightly tapped his ribs with her elbow. “Spune-mi!” Tell me!

His exhale blew against her hair. “M-am născut în secolul al 15-lea.” I was born in the 15th century.

“Oh!” She tried to slip out of his arms, but he held her tightly. “Lasă-mă să te ridici!” Let me get up!

“Te vreau aici, cu mine.” I want you here, with me.

Impatiently Lydia blurted out, “Tâmpit!” That word means asshole. “I'm too young for you!”

“Aproape toată lumea este prea tânăr pentru mine!” Almost everyone is too young for me!

Her face was starting to feel tingly and warm. “Nu vreau pe cineva care să mă vezi îmbătrânesc și mor și apoi du-te la altcineva.” I don't want someone who will watch me grow old and die and then go to someone else.

“Lydia,” Vlad said as he started kissing her neck. “Favorit, Odor, Amantă, Mândră.” These were all affectionate names. “Ne puteți schimba.” We can change you. “Brunhilde aprobă.” Brunhilde approves.

Ah shit.

It didn't take more than a second for Lydia to understand what he was suggesting. She starting fighting in his arms in earnest, shouting obscenities in English and Romanian. Vlad didn't give in, though. He held her down.

“Care nu va fi obligat pe tine!” he informed her. That won't be forced on you!

That statement calmed her down, but she did pant a bit. “Okay … you sure?”

“Absolut.” Absolutely. “One is only forced to become a vampire when Brunhilde demands it.” He reached up to pet her head. “You are optional to her.”

“People have been forced?!” Lydia started coughing again. She sounded pretty hoarse. Vlad finally released her and got out of bed. He pulled his pants up and said he would get her some water. Lydia wasn't going to bitch about that. She just sat up and took the glass of water he handed her once he returned.

Vlad sat down next to her and rubbed her shoulder in a way that felt too damn good for Lydia's taste. Once she had swallowed all the water, he took the glass and set it aside, saying, “My son was forced.”

She put her hands to her heart and gave Vlad a startled look. “Mihai? He's really your son, and she did that to him?”

“Da.” Yes. Vlad didn't seem perturbed at all. Apparently he got over it a long time ago. He leaned into her and starting kissing her throat again. Lydia moved away, but he gripped her waist and yanked her to him. She yelped, but wasn't harmed. He pressed his hand to her cheek and held her face, kissing her mouth and lightly stroking her with his fingertips. Then he hugged her, rubbing her back, and he asked, “Vreti sa va casatoriti cu mine?” Would you marry me?

“No!” Lydia made an attempt at shoving him off. She was not successful.

“Eu vă va oferi un inel făcut de Sevan Bıçakçı,” he offered in a honeyed voice, his eyes lighter and relaxed. I will give you a ring made by Sevan Bıçakçı. Sevan Bıçakçı is an award winning famous Turkish jeweler known for his fantastic statement jewelry. His work is often expensive, for good reason.

Lydia didn't really recognize the name. “I don't care if you give me a copy of The Queen's Necklace in Château de Breteuil!” She was referencing the famous necklace of “The Affair of the Diamond Necklace.”

“I could have a copy made, if you like,” he said.

She still shook her head. That was when his jaw tightened and his eyes seemed to freeze. Then, he very calmly got off the bed, put his hand on a nightstand, and then flung it against the wall. The banging sound jolted Lydia's heart, and she scrambled away from him. She went into the bathroom, locked the door, and sat in the bathtub.

Judging by the wordless crashing, shattering, and all around destructive noises on the other side of the door, Lydia assumed he was pretty much wrecking the hotel suite. She thought this was probably a bad sign. He couldn't handle his temper. What if he really lost control of himself and hurt her? This wasn't a normal man. This was a vampire. In general, seemed careful enough to hide as much of his demonic side as possible form her, but now he was pissed off and breaking furniture. The man didn't yell, didn't scream, didn't growl like an animal. He just broke shit.

Lydia hugged her knees.

It was really dark when it was finally quiet.

Vlad knocked on the door.

“Dragă, we are going to another hotel.” He was so curt, like he was discussing boring business details.

“Uhm … Okay?” Lydia backed up in the tub. “Why?”

“I broke everything in this suite and I believe I will not be welcome here.”

“Oh …. well … why did you do that?”

“I was angry.”

Lydia rubbed her eye, feeling a little tired. “I need to take a shower. There's dry blood on my thighs, and semen.”

“You could have bathed some time ago.”

Lydia rolled her eyes. She carefully climbed out of the bathtub and fumbled around, searching for a light-switch.

***

The four people, Vlad, Lydia, Gina, and Marleen, all stood at the receptionist's desk, and Vlad very briskly told her, “I have destroyed the suite.”

The receptionist was a very gentle looking older woman. Lydia didn't like how startled she looked. It almost made her feel ashamed, almost, not quite.

Vlad was quit blunt, and Lydia was too. They also had very unamused faces and tones. Gina and Marleen tried to keep their happy smiles, but they found that this just wasn't funny to them.

“Mr. 'I don't know how to process my emotions past the level of a toddler' had a fit,” Lydia said with a straight face and complete lack of mocking tone.

“I am prepared to pay for the damages,” Vlad said.

The receptionist mouthed the word, “Wow.”

Lydia blinked and tried not to punch Vlad in his stomach; she really wanted to punch him in his stomach. “It looks like a tornado hit the place.”

***

Vlad took the ladies to a different but still luxurious hotel. It was a little farther away from the shopping district, but gave all three ladies some extra cash to apologize for his behavior and the inconvenience. They didn't stay in the hotel. Vlad took them to a restaurant, even though the women weren't too hungry. Vlad ate a blue rare steak with grilled potatoes while the women nibbled on light salads.

One of the assistants mentioned that Lydia had wanted certain pairs of shoes but didn't buy them, which made Lydia blush. As if scolding her, Vlad told her that tomorrow she should buy those shoes. Lydia stuffed her mouth full of lettuce to keep herself from cursing at him.

Vlad decided to take them to a theater to see a movie. A lovely historical drama was on, set in the 1680s in France, and so they picked it. Lydia didn't really like the movie. It was too talky and showed too much sex for no reason except to show it. She actually fell asleep during the film.

It started to get late, but Vlad, being an obvious night owl, took them to a 24 hour bowling alley. It turned out that none of them were good at bowling.

So, they went back to the hotel, and Lydia firmly told Vlad that she was exhausted and wanted to sleep. Her vagina had been throbbing and burning all night. He left her alone, didn't even lay down. Vlad just sat in an armchair and read, of all things, a lady's fashion magazine. Sometimes he circled things with a red marker. When he was done, and Lydia was in a fairly deep sleep, he took his laptop from his suitcase and entertained himself with it.

***

“Guess what I heard!” Brunhilde said in a very cheerful tone as she crouched down and poked the bundle in the thin cloth bag with an electric cattle prod, smiling at the painful jerks and yowls coming from inside. “I heard that you really hurt a little boy, a lot. Not kosher, man.” She wasn't smiling, despite her voice's tone. “You'll be dealt with, Sweetie. No worries there.”

She was in a guest room in the mansion. There was a clanking sound inside the tightly closed bag on the floor, and that was because the person inside was bound with chains, special chains that had been dipped in her blood.

“You really thought this was a ticket to freedom? Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh?” She poked him again. The electricity was rather pretty. “Well, it's not. I have rules, Baby. I have agents, Love. I don't let you all do everything you please. I made certain you knew this.”

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