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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 27
No Choice
Author's Note: I'm having issues with the fonts changing without my doing. Apologies if this is a problem.

At some point, Mihai reached out to her and held her.
“The world is violent,” he told her in a tone that sounded motherly, which was odd, considering he was a man. He patted her shoulder. “This only a small section of violence in the world. We've promised to protect you, but we can't stop violence from happening.”
“Vlad encouraged it!” she wailed into Mihai's fancy jacket.
“He was only doing what was expected.” He touched her cheek. He was wearing gloves; Lydia liked the soft texture of the fabric. “If Brunhilde did not ask us what we wanted, she would have made that rapist's suffering much longer. She would have kept that man for weeks. Fortunately, the man will only be eaten, and die today.”
“Why do I have to go back inside?” Lydia asked as she started to nervously tug at her hair. Mihai gently restrained her hands before she ruined her pretty round hairstyle and put her hands at her sides.
“I don't know, Lydia.”
***
Vlad was the one who called them back inside. His beautiful robes had blood stains marring the fabric. His teeth looked darker, and Lydia just knew he had joined the others in the … execution. The thought made her feel a bit sick. She wondered if her face looked blue or green. Drinking blood is one thing, but eating another person is just … ew.
Inside the warehouse, there was blood, lots of blood, and to Lydia's barely restrained horror, there were various bones poking out of people's pockets and bags and such. Some people actually gnawed on bones in their seats. Everyone had pretty much ruined their outfits with all the blood, except Brunhilde, who stood without shoes at the top of the crate pyramid again. The woman looked as if she hadn't touched any thing bloody at all. When Lydia and her companions took their seats again (seats that were hurriedly covered with a towel), Brunhilde raised both of her hands to get everyone's attention. Lydia saw that none of her hands had any bite wounds on them. Evidently, the queen of the vampires had lovely healing powers.
“Well, now that the first order of business is taken care of, we can move on to the second.” Brunhilde put her hands at her sides. “Our population has decreased by one. I'd like to take another. I've decided on a young woman, very intelligent, very sweet in the heart. Her name is Prudence.”
What?
Lydia shot out of her seat and shrieked out, “NO!” Vlad yanked her down and pushed his sleeve into her mouth, ruining her lipstick. She tried to struggle, but of course, he was tougher than she could hope to be. The other guests made a point of staring at her, but nobody else said anything to Lydia.
To her mild surprise Mihai got up too and stomped up to the crates, and that made a few other people whisper to each other. Lydia heard Vlad blurt out, “Mihnea! Nu!”
Why did he call Mihai Mihnea?
Mihai had left his pretty cane behind, and stared up at Brunhilde with his fingers twitching at his sides. “Why Prudence?!” He sounded so angry that Lydia wondered if he would burst into flames. He certainly looked flammable enough.
“He knows her?” whispered someone near Lydia. Lydia wanted to yell at that someone for some reason.
Brunhilde looked down at Mihai with a very mild look on her face. “I like her. She'll be mine.”
“Perhaps I won't let you.” Mihai thundered out at her. “What of that?”
Everybody in the audience expressed shock in different ways, gasping, putting their hands to their faces, saying something like, “oh my god!” Vlad bent over in his seat and rubbed his temples. Lydia just sat in her seat, looking around and not sure what to do.
Brunhilde's face didn't change. Neither did her voice. “You love that girl, in your way.”
It was an accusation that made people whisper even more. Mihai was trembling. He looked like he wanted to run away.
“Then, my little one,” Brunhilde said, “if that is true, I most certainly must do this, and personally.”
Mihai dropped to his knees. “Give her a choice!” His voice was shaking almost as much as his body.
“No.” Brunhilde flipped her hair and turned around. “You are all dismissed.” Immediately people started to leave. Brunhilde used a back door.
And that was when Mihai screamed.
Vlad got up and went to him. He got him to his feet and rubbed his face with his sleeve. Lydia saw that there were strange dark purple tears on Mihai's face. She knew some demons wept with tears that were different than humans, but this just looked weird. Mihai's face looked different too. His face looked … inhuman … his nose blending into his face … almost like something aquatic, and his eyes were a wicked sort of red. He had fangs, and they seemed to glint … and he was panting like a hot dog, looking out at nothing.
Vlad said something Lydia didn't understand, and then left his son, his long train sliding against the dirty floor and making a harsh sound. He took Lydia's hand and pulled her up. “We will leave him here to simmer. Come.”
“Why Prudence?” Lydia gripped Vlad's arm and tried not to vomit. “Why her?”
He shook his head and kissed her cheek. “The best decision is to accept this. If Prudence's fate is cruel, it will not be because of Brunhilde.”
She shot out the question, “How is forcing someone to be a vampire not cruel?!” One person gave her a disapproving look, but walked away.
Vlad wrapped his arm about her shoulders. “This is a very complex situation. Just know that you are not allowed to warn her. If you do, she might hurt you.”
“Oh God!” Lydia didn't realize she was crying until she pressed her face into Vlad's chest.
He stroked her back and held her for a short moment, and then told her, “He can find his way home. Come now.”
***
For the next few days, everything was … well quite dull. She got the occasional friendly text from Vlad, and she pretended to be happy about it, but in reality she was waiting for news about Prudence.
On a Saturday morning, Lydia drank coffee with her stepmother Delia and her friend Bertha in the kitchen. One of Brunhikde's selected vampires was sitting with them, a young looking male vampire wearing sunglasses. His name was Keith. Delia tried to make polite conversation with the man, and he was friendly enough. Lydia had told Bertha that the man was distant relative, and everyone involved stuck with the lie.
At one point, Lydia looked out a window and noticed a figure far away, peeking from behind a tree. She whispered to the Keith, “Guy out the window.”
The man whispered back, “I know.”
Bertha gave Lydia a confused look, but Lydia ignored it and offered her friend a cookie.
After Bertha had left them a few minutes later, taking with her many yummy cookies, Lydia looked out the kitchen window again. The man was still there. He seemed to be taking photos with a camera.
“What if someone attacks Bertha?” she said to the vampire.
Keith shrugged. “They won't.”
Delia set down her cup. “How do you know?”
“They're not interested in her,” Keith told them as he leaned back in his seat.
Suddenly Lydia's cellphone in her pocket buzzed. She pulled her phone out and saw it was a text from Vlad.
“L-ai văzut pe Mihai?” Have you seen Mihai?
She imagined that man had wanted some time to himself. She hoped he was going to be okay.
“Nu,” she typed out on her phone. Nu meant no. Lydia sent him another message. “Did you go back to get him?”
Vlad responded with, “Nu.”
“He's prob ok,” texted Lydia.
“Please use complete words,” replied Vlad.
Lydia responded with, “U R so gr8 & fun OMFG! ;3” Then she tried not to laugh. Delia noticed her amused face and smiled at her.
Vlad texted her back. “Please have dinner with me tonight.”
“LOL wut will I ware? OMG! Gotta go shoppin!” Lydia actually laughed that time and then told her stepmother she was going shopping.
***
Lydia picked her favorite sexy black stockings, imagining that Vlad would get to see them, whether she wanted him to or not. She put on a long dark blue dress, so dark it was almost black, with a Queen Anne neckline and mild trumpet sleeves. Lydia put on a simple, thin diamond and emerald necklace with a slightly large emerald pendant. She put emerald drop earring in her lobes, wondering if they were too big. Lydia then styled her hair in a messy bun. She slipped her feet into black wedge heels.
The limousine came around 6:30pm. Lydia snatched up her little black purse and went to the car. Nobody was in the back. It seemed he was to meet him at the restaurant; and she didn't even know what the name of the place was.
It turned out to be a fancy place, as expected. It was named, “Chaleur Agréable.” That happened to be French for, “Pleasant Warmth.”
She was walked to a lovely, cozy table, where Vlad was waiting for her. He looked rather sophisticated in his black suit, golden undershirt, and black tie. He was wearing a ring besides his normal silver one. His second ring had a beautiful square ruby.
Before Lydia sat down, Vlad got up to kiss her hand and then kiss her mouth. “I love to see you in more colorful clothing,” he told her. He pushed her seat back for her. “You appear lovelier than normal.”
“Well … I guess.” She shrugged and forced a smile.
“Are you still upset because of the incidents?”
“The incidents, yeah.” She nodded and weakly laughed. “I … I think I can understand … you know … see why it was done.” She looked down at her menu. “I don't want to talk about it. I'm about to eat … so … duh?”
“Duh?” Vlad said with a little amusement.
“Duh.” She nodded her head quite firmly. “Duh. I'm about to eat. So … so don't bug me about that. I wanna be a Stepford Smiler.”
A waiter came and asked them if they were ready to order. Vlad ordered some steak and potatoes, and Lydia decided to pick out chicken and potatoes. They asked for grape juice to drink and appetizers.
Once the waiter had poured them their drinks and left, Vlad asked her, “What is a Stepford Smiler?”
“You know the sort of wife who puts on a facade? Puts up with all the bad things in her family? Tries to make everybody think everything's okay when it's not?”
Vlad tilted his head a little. “Is that not what most wives do?”
“I don't know, but a wife needs to try to deal with the problems instead of just tolerating them.” Lydia took a sip of her juice. It was very sweet, but tangy too.
“Are you certain that you have not heard from my son?”
Lydia exhaled and stared down at her beverage. “I wish. The guy's a hundred times more torn up than me, and it's weird.”
“You are a Stepford Smiler. You are not allowed to show how torn you are.” He reached out to stroke her hand, smiling gently.
Lydia wasn't sure if she wanted to hold his hand or yank her hand away. So, she just exhaled again.
They received the appetizers. Lydia was grateful for something to munch on. “Brunhilde will find Mihai, won't she?”
“Brunhilde or one of her agents, but only if he stays missing for a long time.”
Lydia smoothed a slight wrinkle in her dress. She looked to her left and saw Claire Brewster and a young man walk to a table a few feet away.
Lowering her voice, Lydia told Vlad, “Don't look, but Claire is here.”
“Donkey fucker?” Vlad whispered, grinning. “Or, mule fucker? I forgot what the animal was.”
“Not funny.” Lydia shook her head and tried to eat a bit more.
“But it was funny, gloriously so.”
She heard a loud gasp, and a curse. Lydia knew that Claire had noticed them. Vlad put on that sadistic grin of his, that grin that always looked cruel. He was wanting a bit of sport.
“This is a perfect coincidence,” Vlad said. Lydia wasn't sure what he meant. He reached into a pocket of his jacket and pulled out a ring box.
Her cheeks were suddenly cold.
He spoke again, and quite loudly. “Dearest, you are a perfect, darling love. You are a sliver of a beauty in a world of horror. I love you so.”
Did he really have to be so damn loud and dramatic? Lydia coolly stared at his necktie, trying not to look like an uninterested bitch, but also trying not to let Vlad have the satisfaction of seeing any emotion in her face.
“Lydia,” Vlad continued, “I would be honored if you would be my wife. Would you?”
And he opened the box.
It was a big ring. Most of it was made of large diamonds in a golden frame. The center stone was a huge clear thing, with something that looked to be inside. It was a beautiful red and gold Western dragon, rearing back in action. Sevan Bıçakçı is known for such lovely work.
Damn. That thing's nice.
Lydia almost wanted it.
“Vlad, I can't believe this,” she said softly. She pressed her hands to her mouth. “It's too beautiful.”
“I would give this to nobody else.” His smile was still too nasty. Lydia glanced at Claire, and noticed that the woman's face was an unusual shade of red, and she was tearing up a napkin into pieces. She also seemed to be grinding her teeth.
A few other people were watching the exchange too. Some looked so happy and hopeful for them. How embarrassing it would be to refuse Vlad!
“I … Vlad?” She gave him the most loving look she could fake, and said, “Am de gând să mint.” I'm going to lie. “I'd love to be your wife.”
Then most people clapped their hands. Claire made a strange sound, like she was ill.
Vlad licked his teeth, and for a moment Lydia thought she saw his fangs. He pulled the ring out and pushed it onto her left ring finger.
“Vinde inelul și să dea bani la o organizație de caritate,” Lydia whispered as she stood up and moved over to him. Sell the ring and give the money to a charity.
She kissed his mouth. When she pulled her mouth away, Vlad whispered back, “Inelul nu este destul de frumos. Am înțeles. Un om cu averea mea ar trebui să vă dea mai mult.” The ring is not beautiful enough. I understand. A man with my wealth should give you more.
Lydia smiled and kissed him again. “Știi de ce am refuzat. Nu mint.” You know why I refused. Don't lie.
There was a light behind his eyes, something that told Lydia that he wasn't ready to give up.
And that was when the waiter arrived with their meals, and Lydia sat back down. The waiter congratulated them, and Lydia tried not to roll her eyes. She noticed that Claire was so upset that she stomped off to a restroom; her date looked fairly puzzled.
Lydia poked her food with a fork and wondered if Vlad would ever let her go.
***
Vlad went into the limousine beside her when the meal ended. He told her he wanted to take her to the mansion tonight. Lydia was starting to figure out what his true meanings behind his statements were. She thought that, “I want to take you to the mansion,” meant in Vlad language, “There will be a fucking soon.”
Lydia crossed her ankles and fiddled with the pendant of her necklace.
“Mândră,” Vlad whispered as he hugged Lydia without even touching her thighs first. That was another little term of endearment.
He kissed her with an ardor Lydia was nearly afraid of. He was moaning, and Lydia was moaning too. Vlad's hair smelled like earth and flowers, but it felt clean and silky and light. She ran her fingers through that hair.
Vlad's hand yanked up her dress and sought out her thigh. As he rubbed her thigh, he said in her ear, “Știi că te iubesc.” You know I love you.
“Vlad, I don't need sweet talk.” She didn't think she could endure it after the show in the restaurant.
So, he bit her ear just enough to make a pinch, and he pushed his fingers down her panties. When his finger went inside her, she blurted out, “Câcat!” That pretty much meant shit.
And he kissed her again.
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