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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 28
Attempts

Prudence's parents were out having a nice evening out when Prudence was taking a nap on the living room couch in her home.
It was pretty dark, except for the moonlight shining behind the windows.
Silently a figure crept upwards from behind the couch, as if aided by a quiet elevator. It reached over the back of the couch and touched Prudence's cute little nose with a barrel of a gun.
And then more figures appeared to grab the gun holder. The gun was accidentally shot; the bullet hit a wall. Prudence shot up, gasped, and screamed. There was a struggle. People were fighting and grunting and cursing in the dark. Someone put their hand on her mouth, and dragged her from the couch.
***
Warm and naked, her hair still in a bun, her jewelry still in her ears and on her neck, Lydia Deetz was pressed against a wall in a hallway, her legs pointed up. Vlad held her and pushed into her; he was certainly a strong man. Lydia could feel hints of that strength in every thrust of his manhood. She wasn't looking at him. Her head was turned to one side, eyes shut. Every little sound that came from her throat was strained and most of them were high pitched, like a distressed little puppy.
And he wouldn't stop with the sweet talk.
“Dulceață ... dulceața perfectă.” Sweetness … perfect sweetness. “Eu vă va ține.” I will keep you.
Lydia was curling her toes, starting to feel a cramp in her foot, but she didn't care much.
“Destul de puțin brioșă.” Pretty little muffin.
“Stop it!” she finally said once she couldn't handle the affectionate words anymore.
“I refuse,” he growled, as he started pushing into her harder, faster. Lydia was starting to feel uncomfortable against the wall, but she ignored that.
“Te iubesc.” I love you.
“Vlad!”
Lydia tried not to scratch at the walls, but her fingers were itching to scratch something.
And then her mind and body seemed to explode.
***
Sometime later that night, Lydia was lounging on a sofa in a small library still wearing her jewelry and nothing else. Also nude, Vlad was walking around the room picking out books from shelves and stacking them on his arm.
“You answer to Brunhilde, right?” Lydia asked him.
“Yes, and so do all the vampires,” Vlad told her as he changed his mind and put a book back in its place.
She tugged on her lopsided hair. “Who does Brunhilde answer to?”
He paused. “Nobody.”
“Vlad, everyone has a boss.”
He sat down in an armchair and placed his stack of books on a table. He didn't seem concerned at all. “If she answers to someone, it must be someone we cannot reach.” He gave her a little smirk, his eyes sparkling in the lamp light. “Her will is always done. Interfering is suicide, painful suicide.”
No wonder Beetlejuice never wants to mess with Brunhilde, no matter what Lydia told him. “Then,” she said, shifting her weight on the cushions, “what do you do when Brunhilde hurts people?”
“Accept it,” answered Vlad.
***
Prudence's parents were extremely upset. Prudence went missing. Lydia believed that she knew why.
There was a handwritten note left behind, in Prudence's handwriting, claiming that she had to leave for a while. Lydia imagined Prudence was forced to write the letter.
She called Vlad Sunday evening to talk about it. The conversation was this:
“Brunhilde got her?”
“Likely,” Vlad said. “Have you heard from my son?”
“No. Do you think he kidnapped her instead?”
“Lydia, Mihai is not an idiot. Brunhilde could find them anywhere on this planet, and she would be livid.”
***
Another Saturday came. There hadn't been anything of any major interest during the week. Vlad still took Lydia out on some nights. Bertha, who was also very worried, spent time with Lydia on a Monday, on a shopping trip. Beetlejuice was very aware of everything Lydia told him, but he wasn't going to do shit about it.
“You don't fuck with Brunhilde,” he had told her sternly. “She has the right to take anyone she wants as a vampire. Be happy, she's giving you a choice.”
It seemed that there was no authority Lydia could trust to help her friend.
The annoying part of the week wasn't really a part as it was a fact. The Passerini family had been showing a lack of activity concerning the Deetz family. Lydia was wondering if they were really scared off.
During lunchtime, Vlad sent her a text. “O altă audiere este programată. Asistența va veni. Fii gata.” Another hearing is scheduled. Assistance will come. Be ready.
A few minutes later those same well dressed assistants came into the house. They didn't have many things for her, except for a few extra pieces of jewelry that Vlad had sent as presents. Lydia had all her costumes in her room in boxes. There wasn't much room in the closet anymore.
She didn't want to get all dressed up. So, she just put on an old lolita dress she made once. It was a combination of Hime/Princess Lolita and Gothic Lolita. She did put on some real jewels, instead of anything plastic. She even put on a small gold tiara. The only thing the assistants really helped her with was curling her loose hair and putting on her makeup.
The limousine arrived fifteen minutes after the sun set. Lydia went inside and saw an ancient looking Vlad. “You look like a wizard again,” she told him, smiling. He smiled back.
She looked about, her smile fading away. “Mihai's not here.”
“I noticed,” Vlad said with that deep voice of his. There wasn't any emotion in that statement.
Lydia crossed her arms. “Iad! Unde este el?!” Hell! Where is he?!
Vlad shrugged. He looked very dapper again, wearing a different set of colorful robes. There was a small golden pin in his long white braid, which rested over his shoulder and down his torso.
“De ce nu-ți faci griji?” Lydia asked him. Why do not you worry?
“Sunt îngrijorat. De ce nu te-ai îmbrăcat mai elaborat?” I am worried. Why aren't you dressed more elaborately?
Lydia rolled her eyes. “Can you promise me that nobody's gonna get eaten?”

With a nod, Vlad said, “I can promise that you will not be harmed.”
“Fucking hell.” She crossed her legs, her petticoat making a typical frou frou sound. “The sad part is, I think I'm getting used to being around violence.”
***
The hearing was in the same warehouse. It had been cleaned up surprisingly well. The food was still decent. The decor was still shit.
Lydia sat down with Vlad, and was still aware that nobody else would talk to her. She whispered to Vlad, “Okay, now I think nobody likes me.”
“They do not want to accidentally give you secrets you may not have yet,” he muttered to her.
Lydia rubbed her temple with her fingertips.
After everyone had enough time to take some food and drink, Brunhilde walked up the pyramid of crates. She was dressed like an unusually sparkly pirate, with a large feathered hat. Once she had everyone's attention, she announced, “One of my babies has admitted to attempting to shoot an innocent little mortal in her face, the same girl I plan on taking.”
Lydia's jaw dropped. Someone tried to murder Prudence?!
Brunhilde went on, not noticing Lydia's face. “He's much less of a hassle than the last piece of shit. So, he may walk into the room.” She snapped her fingers. “Bring him in!”
Someone opened the back door.
Escorted by two men, his hands chained behind his back, a gray and wrinkled Mihai, wearing a simple long sleeved shirt and jeans, walked to the crates.
His head was down, and his white hair was loose and messy.
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