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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 26
The Hearing

Author's Note: Ridiculous Costume Porn is ahead. Bolded statements should warn you so you may skip it if you choose. Also, this might be a long chapter. Finally, I should tell you that a certain very controversial word will be used, but censored. Normally I wouldn't censor a word, but I've noticed people have been angry when you use this word when talking about the word itself. I don't want to risk it.

The morning and afternoon was spent with shopping and eating and spa treatments. Lydia bought the two pairs shoes she had wanted, and pretended she didn't want to buy them.

When she got back to the hotel suite, the sun was starting to set, and Vlad was waiting for her. He asked her to try on the pretty shoes she bought and parade around the suite for him. Her outfit wasn't very sexy, just a skirt and a simple top. Still, Lydia sighed and put on the zebra print booties for him. She made a cheesy smile and danced about. Then she nearly twisted her ankle as she tripped. Vlad supported her and kissed her cheek.

“Stai cu mine,” he said to her gently. Sit with me.

Lydia didn't know how to tell him no without causing another argument. She sat with him and let him stroke her back and waist and kiss her mouth.

She was sort of trapped. She knew it.

His hands went under her knee-length skirt. He caressed her thigh.

“Nnnnnnnnnnnn … Încearcă să nu-mi facă rău,” Lydia said to him in a whisper of a voice. Try not to hurt me.

“Acest moment este a ta, Dragă.” This moment is yours, Darling. Then he hushed so he could slip his tongue into her mouth.

She was trapped. Wasn't this technically an abusive relationship?

He was rubbing his fingers against her panties. It was a very warm and throbbing feeling. “Aahh … Vlad … please!”

He moved his hand away so he could pull her shirt off, then her bra. Vlad bent down to kiss and suck her nipple, pinching the other one with his fingers. Suddenly her body was shaking and she pressed her thighs together. Every little tug felt like it was pulling at her insides, teasing her.

She was trapped and she wondered if she could escape.

Vlad's free hand went under her panties and his fingers slipped inside her hidden moisture. She sobbed a little, but loved it.

Did she even want to escape?

Vlad moved his head up and whispered into her ear, “Ești speriat?” Are you frightened?

Of course.

Lydia shook her head, but he only pushed a bit harder with the pads of his fingers, playing games with her g-spot. She gasped and moaned out sounds that didn't really make sense.

He nudged her down onto the bed. Vlad leaned over her and put his tongue into her mouth again. Lydia closed her eyes, feeling her mind relax and her body kick into excitement.

Did most people want to escape this sort of thing?

He licked at her ear, and then said, “Lasă-mă să te văd.” Let me see you.

Lydia pushed her new shoes off her feet and started pulling off her skirt. Vlad moved his hand aside and he started to disrobe too. Lydia pulled her socks off and laid back on the bed.

When he was undressed, Vlad went to her and held her for a few minutes. He kissed her scalp and inhaled her scent. Lydia sort of felt like a teddy bear. Then he touched her between her thighs again, and Lydia was soon whining.

He moved on top of her and nudged her thighs apart; Lydia took a sharp breath, and then he was pushing inside of her.

It didn't hurt as much as it did last time, and there was something in there that she liked. Lydia put her hands in Vlad's hair and made a strange mewling sound. He responded by sucking her breast and pumping in a leisurely manner, forcing her insides to endure every inch.

“Da! E minunat!” Yes! It's wonderful! Lydia encircled his waist with her legs.

Vlad's fingers were tight on her hips. He made a sad sort of whine that confused Lydia, but she didn't mind. He was giving her a nice, slow, yummy moment.

And then it intensified. He reared back and pulled her legs from his waist to straight up against him. It felt like he was going deeper, and it hurt a little more. Lydia started making ah ah ah ah ah noises. Her feet felt strained from her toes curling.

And then she felt the most beautiful explosion in her lower region, and it throbbed and spread up into her mind.

She was trapped in a gilded cage.

***

It was time for them to go home when Vlad got a text message in the morning. He took Lydia's hand just before she touched the exit door of their hotel suite.

“Lydia, Brunhilde has arranged an … emergency hearing. She said you may come if you wish.”

Lydia had been in a pretty good mood up until then. Sex, shopping, more sex … and then Vlad just had to drop this bombshell on her. Lydia's relaxed and dreamy smile pulled into a tight and pursed position.

“The fuck does she want me for?”

“You should come. Normally, only vampires may attend these hearings. Be grateful.”

So, Vlad took her home, but told her parents there was an emergency involving the Passerinis, and he needed Lydia for some time in the evening. He whispered to Lydia that this was a lie. This did not involve any gangsters.

He told Lydia she will need to dress very formally and pompously, as if she was at a royal court. He also told her something that was a little odd. Before he left her at home, he went to her room for a moment to speak privately with her.

Vlad took her hands, kissed them, and said, “Vampiri cresc vechi.” Vampires do grow old. “Eu sunt bătrân. Multe vampirii sunt vechi. Vom merge în forme noastre naturale. Cele mai multe dintre noi va arata vechi.” I am old. Many vampires are old. We will go in our natural forms. Most of us will look old.

“Okaaaaay.” Lydia shrugged. “So?”

“Eu nu va arata foarte frumos.” I will not look very pretty.

“So?” Lydia didn't see the problem. “Vampires can go back to looking young. Why do you care how you'll look?”

“Nu vreau să crezi că sunt urâtă.” I don't want you to think I'm ugly.

He had the cutest puppy dog expression. Lydia wanted to say, “Aaaaaawwwww.”

“I probably won't wanna bone you while you're wrinkly, but I'm not gonna judge you for it.”

So, even vampires had insecurities.

Then he said, “I've made a few phone calls, and three people will come to your home to assist you.” He winked at her. “Long ago, Brunhilde warned me that you would come to a hearing eventually. I've prepared some things for you. Now, I must go and sleep. I will collect you soon.”

***

The doorbell rang only a few moments after Vlad left. Lydia went downstairs.

She looked at two of Brunhilde's “babies” in her home, who were in the living room, and were obviously vampires now that she thought about it, and asked, “Are you guys going to the hearing?”

They told her no; they still had to watch over the house here. Lydia shrugged and went to the front door. Three women greeted her, dressed in business suits, with fancy up-do hairstyles. They had a lot of packages with them, and helped themselves inside. They said that Mr. Dalca had sent them with gifts to help her get ready for the party.

Apparently, they thought she was going to a party.

Apparently, Vlad wanted her to have options, the most pompous options ever.

In the packages there were so many lovely things! Lydia knew she didn't have room in her closet. There was a box of cosmetics she knew she didn't really need. There were different lovely dresses full of princess worthy poofiness. There were slinky sexy dresses worthy of elegant porn. Different cultures and periods in history influenced the design of the clothes, and Lydia was impressed with Vlad's thoughtfulness. There was a ridiculous amount of jewelry. Some of it was clearly made with a Hindu bride in mind. Some of it reminded Lydia of Elizabeth Taylor.

(A ridiculous clothing description is coming; just know she's wearing a gold and black gown with medieval long sleeves, a red Asian dragon pattern, and a heavy braided hairstyle)

With the help of the three women, Lydia had her hair styled in a large and round shape, with her put in a long braid and coiled tightly about her head. They weaved in extensions in the braid to give more height once it was wrapped several times. It was a little heavy; Lydia knew she would get a neck-ache. They pressed pretty thin hair sticks into the braids, sticks that showed off faux flowers made of fabric and jewels. Then they put in lovely golden butterfly ornaments into the hair. A single loose lock of hair was allowed to fall down from the back and over her shoulder, lightly curled. Overall, the hairstyle made Lydia think of Korea.

She took a break to eat a quick lunch while the women took out modern crinolines, and bustles, and corset-like things, and all sorts of undergarments to shape a fancy modern court dress. They also showed off the clothing that would need such devices. Lydia decided on something that consumed less space.

She put on a sleeveless, and somehow low cut, fitted long dress made of golden fabric, with a rather long train (she hoped Vlad would carry her train for her). The lovely shimmering gold fabric was graced by a dark red Asian looking dragon, with white fur. The daring neckline had a white lacy ruffle peeking out at the bosom. There were a set of detached sleeves, which were very long and bell shaped, similar to an early medieval lady's sleeves. There was more of the dark red dragon's serpentine body on the sleeves. More lace was shown, large bell shaped under-sleeves to peek out from the long sleeves. Near the bottoms of the sleeves and the hem of the gown, there was a careful fading of gold to black. There was lace peeking from the hem of the gown, which Lydia thought to be very ostentatious.

A white and thick silk sash belt was tied about her waist at an angle, with a large, flower shaped, bow on her hip, decorated with sparkly black gems.

She put on an elaborate gold and ruby necklace which covered most of her exposed skin above her neckline. Then she put on matching dangling earrings and slipped on black silk gloves and white diamond rings.

(The ridiculous costume description is over)

Lydia slipped on low heeled black shoes and looked outside. It wasn't quite dark yet. So, she had an early dinner with the assistants and then wrapped a towel over herself so they could apply makeup to her face. The whole point was to look really bold; so, she put on a slightly pale foundation. Then, Lydia asked them to put intense red and black eyeshadow on her lids and a very deep red on her lips. Her blush was a lighter red, but still pretty red.

“Want a geisha look?” one of the women asked. Lydia told her she didn't know how to keep that look perfect for more than five minutes.

Her parents complimented her, but seemed worried, as usual. Lydia didn't know what to tell them, except that she just had to go, and she had to be dressed like a princess in a fantasy novel.

Vlad arrived in a limousine a few minutes after sunset.

He didn't get out of the car. The driver greeted her instead, and opened the door for her. When Lydia slipped inside and pulled her train onto the car floor, she found a startling person sitting to her opposite.

It was lit up inside, and there was a man, a somewhat thin looking man in a long chocolate brown robe with a pattern of shimmering gold tree branches. There was a long, partially open, second robe, blood red with silver and golden swirling patterns, and the train as long as hers.

There was long braided white hair, a receding hairline, and a face so pale and gray and wrinkled that Lydia blankly stared at it, not sure what to say. His eyes were so much older, his sad gray eyes. His jaw was tight.

“Vlad?”

He nodded and then gestured to Lydia's right. His fingernails looked longer. His hands looked bonier.

Lydia looked to her right.

Why hadn't she noticed the equally pale but thinner man next to her? He was dressed like an early Victorian dandy, an aged Victorian dandy, who had long white hair despite Victorian tastes denying that as an option, and had sparkly brooches and rings. He even held a cane with a gem on it.

“Let me guess,” Lydia said lightly.

“You don't have to,” said the old dandy, in a lightly hoarse yet familiar voice. It was Mihai, and he smiled at her. “That man is your dear lover, and I am his dear son.”

She looked from Vlad to Mihai and back again. She wasn't particularly surprised, but she did find this situation to be interesting. “You look like a wizard, and you look like a Victorian ghost.”

Vlad spoke. His voice was deeper, and it seemed to hold more gravel in the sound. “You are not afraid?”

“No … you two just got all wrinkly.” She shrugged. “You guys are still the same, right?”

Mihai laughed at her, and it almost was as startling as his father's normal laugh. He turned off the lights with a few switches.

***

The hearing was to be held at an old abandoned warehouse, but they didn't park at the warehouse. They parked a good 5 minutes walking distance away. Lydia was soon walking in the night with Vlad behind her, holding up her train, and Mihai behind him and holding up his father's train. It was kind of ridiculous. Halfway there, a woman wearing a somewhat 1560s inspired gown starting walking near them, in the same direction. She smiled at the group, holding up her skirt. Lydia noted the woman had a very old face, but very plump. A middle aged looking man came up to them too, dressed in the weirdest combination of a 1970s punk and a 1400s English nobleman Lydia had ever seen, if she had seen any.

A few more elaborately dressed people suddenly were walking their way. Most of them seemed old. Lydia tried not to look them in their eyes. They were vampires, and they were vampires who didn't know her.

Once they got inside, Lydia found herself delightfully disappointed. It looked just like the inside of an abandoned warehouse, except there were cheap tables bearing average looking food, decent chairs, and sofas. There were cheap old lights, bulbs that gave off yellow and not the energy saving white. She had hoped for something grand, like the inside of the warehouse secretly looking like a ballroom inside. There were a large number of people, mostly old looking. Some people looked uncomfortable in their fancy clothing.

As they found their seats, Lydia asked Mihai, “Why are we supposed to dress like this?”

The way he smiled at her made him seemed to lengthen the lines around his mouth. His teeth were clean, but they looked somewhat yellow when compared to his skin. “A long time ago, at a hearing, Brunhilde appeared dressed like an ancient Chinese emperor. Ever since then, her guests have tried to look as formal and fabulous as possible. Brunhilde thinks it's charming, and so she encourages the tradition.”

For a few minutes, people chatted and munched on food. Lydia noticed that most of the liquid in people's cups was blood. She just took cold water. Vlad and Mihai made short conversations with people, but refused to introduce her, and everyone else refused to speak to her. They certainly smiled at her, or at least gave her snobby sniffs and rolled their eyes. There seemed to be a rule here that Lydia didn't understand.

And finally, a few people rang some loud handbells. People stopped talking. At the end of the room, where there was a pyramid of large wooden crates, Brunhilde leisurely climbed up to the top from behind. Her shoes made interesting and slow tapping sounds.

Her hair was simply tied back with a rubber band and bouncing behind her. Her outfit was not simple. She was wearing a kimono specifically made for a maiko (apprentice geisha). It was a cobalt blue kimono, with pink butterflies and white flowers in the fabric. She even wore an obi in just the way a maiko would, dangling in the back. It was a lovely obi, black with red octagons. Brunhilde even wore traditional geta for a maiko, the tall okobo wooden sandals, with tabi socks.

Brunhilde stood on the very top box. She was very graceful and didn't even tremble. Her face was in a very cool state. Free of cosmetics as usual, the only unnatural thing about her face was the lack of emotion.

“Babies,” the woman said solemnly, “we have two orders of business, depending on how the first order is taken care of.”

Lydia had no idea what that implied.

“Now, babies, which one of you has my pad thingy?” Someone rushed up to her, but tripped over his long cape. Nobody laughed. Nobody seemed to care. He handed Brunhile an iPad and went back to his seat.

Tapping and sliding her fingers on the screen, Brunhilde told everyone, “First, we have a rapist here, and a confession.” She looked up for a moment. “No, he did not know he was being recorded.” She held out the iPad, and the same cape wearing man went up to get it. He pressed a button, held it out to the people closest to him, and let them watch. He had the volume loud enough that even Lydia, with her normal human hearing, could hear it.

There was a tanned man on the screen. He was laughing and playing Five Finger Fillet with his fingers and a chef's knife. “Fucked his ass good!” he was saying, his eyes kind of wild. “Beat the ni---r while I was at it!”

“You're crazy,” said someone else on the video, in a fake playful tone.

“That punk ass ni---r's crazy! He bawls like a bitch too.”

The cape wearing man stopped the video and put away the device.

Brunhilde made a very Japanese looking bow, and then she straightened and told everyone, “I've been told about the victim, nice little boy, happens to be black. There are medical records. He was bitten a few times too.” Her voice faded a little as she said, “bitten a few times too.” A pitying sadness was there, but Brunhilde's face remained cold. “He is eleven years old.”

Several people in the room gasped, or at least made a physical gesture of alarm.
Lydia found that she was calm, but inside she knew she wasn't very pleased. A vampire had raped a child, bit the poor kid … while he was at it … while he was ...

She tried to hold someone's hand. She found Vlad's. He was surprisingly hairy in old age, she assumed. Some moon colored hair poked out from his sleeve and brushed up against her hand. She imagined there was likely hair all over his arms and chest and back. Lydia knew that sometimes old people were just hairy, no big deal. She squeezed his hand, and she felt him squeeze back.

Her eyes focused on Brunhilde, wondering what on earth that woman had planned. Her hair was starting to really hurt her neck, and she rubbed her nape with her free palm.

“Now,” continued Brunhilde, “Bring in the naughty one, to give him a chance to speak.”

From a door behind Brunhilde, two men burst in, carrying a long and coffin-like box. They slammed the box before the boxes Brunhilde stood on and opened the lid. They stood near the box, stiff and calm. That was when Brunhilde serenely climbed down to the long box, her back straight. How she did this in a constricting kimono, in tall okobo sandals, Lydia wasn't sure.

Very calmly, Brunhilde went down to her knees and knelt as if she would bow. She did not bow. She unceremoniously shoved up one of her long furisode sleeves, exposing her skin all the way up to her elbow. Then Brunhilde reached down and yanked up from the coffin-like box a man by his neck. The man had a gag ball in his mouth, but he looked pissed. He was trembling and his eyes were strangely red, the irises, not the whites of his eyes.

“You may speak now,” Brunhilde told him as she removed his gag ball. He didn't speak then. He just sunk his teeth into her hand.

Again, people gasped. Lydia heard Mihai slap his face in an aggressive facepalm.

Brunhilde did not flinch, recoil, or even change the expression on her face. Blood oozed out from her hand.

She simply adjusted his jaw with her other hand and freed herself. Then, as she held his neck again, she reached behind herself. The man started screeching out obscene words and phrases, especially the nasty N-word. Brunhilde pulled up one of her thick wooden sandals, and then she whacked the man in his nose, which made his scream. She hit him so hard that the wooden show broke, and so did the man's nose. It bled, and Lydia tried not to cringe at the sight.

“Lovely, if you'd rather not speak for yourself,” scolded Brunhilde, her voice louder, “then we shall go on the the judgment!” She cried out to the guests, “What shall his punishment be?!”

That was then the people buzzed with suggestions.

“Burn him!”

“Drain him!”

“Skin him!”

“Shove your kanabo up his ass!”

That last one came from Mihai. Lydia snorted. She didn't want to laugh, but she almost did.

Then Vlad stood up and shouted out, “Consume him!” His voice seemed to ring through Lydia's throat, shoulders, and vagina. Lydia shivered and fiddled with her earrings.

In general the other guests started agreeing with Vlad.

“Yeah, consume him!”

“Give him to us!”

“I want his bones!”

The accused rapist didn't react anymore than weeping over his nose. Lydia wondered if he had a mental problem.

A long smile grew on Brunhilde's face, and her beautiful blue eyes lit up with pleasure. “Do you want his blood? His bones? His flesh?!” They cheered.

Lydia looked up at Vlad as he sat back down. He gave her an apologetic look, but still smiled. He leaned into her ear and said, “This will be violent. You may flee.”

She shot up and gathered the extra length of her dress into her hands.

“Then take him!” Brunhilde yelled as she threw the accused rapist into the crowd like he was a rag doll.

By the time Lydia was outside the main door, she was already hearing the screaming, the laughing, the horrible ripping and crunching sounds. She closed her eyes and covered her ears.

“Are you frightened?”

Shaking, Lydia looked up and saw Mihai, looking so very very tired .. . and sad … and sort of brittle. His smile was so fake it seemed like it was painted on.

Lydia didn't want to speak. She wanted to scream. So she did, took a deep breath and screamed right at Mihai. He didn't react at all to that, except to say, “This will not last, but the room will be bloody.”

“Oh my God, I have to go back in there?!” Lydia hugged herself and started shaking her head in a partial rocking motion.

“Yes, Lydia. The hearing is not over yet.”

She screamed again.

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