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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 30
Wait

Author's Note: A controversial word will be used, but I will censor it.

“Prudence dropped all of her classes,” a young looking Vlad told her a few days later as they had a private dinner together at the mansion.
Lydia crossed her legs. “Mihai told you?”
He nodded. “Obviously, she did not want to.”
“Obviously.” Lydia started sawing at her steak with a bit more vigor than required.
“They are preparing her, mentally. They are telling her exactly what her life will be like.” Vlad noticed Lydia's rough handling of the steak and sighed. “Mihai told me that she was allowed to contact her parents. She told them she was going to live with him, and they were going on vacation.”
Lydia poured too much steak sauce on her steak, ground her teeth a bit to stop herself from cursing, and then put the bottle back on the table. “Well … is she going to live with him?”
“Perhaps.” He took a sip of his beverage. “She will be allowed to take classes again.”
“Why did she have to drop out?”
Vlad stared at her with a very somber expression. “Lydia, becoming a vampire is a long, painful, miserable process. After one is finished, one still must become accustomed to not only the physical change, but the new rules one must live by.”
“Don't piss off Brunhilde?”
Vlad nodded. “The most important rule.”
Lydia put her fingertips to her cheek, staring down at her damaged steak. She thought she was hearing about a possible future for herself, a future she didn't think she wanted. “I would hate to live under that woman's thumb.”
“She is not a tyrant,” Vlad told her with words that sounded a little bit … slow … like he wanted to speak carefully.
“Maybe she just treats you better than everyone else.”
Vlad rolled his eyes. “A lovely, intelligent theory, but it fails.” He offered her a glass of red wine, even though she was legally too young to drink alcohol. Lydia took only a sip and left it at that. She thought a little bit of red wine would be healthy for her. “Lydia?”
She looked at his face. “Hm?”
“Does the Peaceful Pines Country Club allow foreign members?”
“Vlad, why do you want to join a country club?” She had the exasperated yet tired tone of a stressed mother.
“The Brewsters are members there.”
She slammed her fork down onto the table. “Can you just forget about Claire?! I know you hate her, but … fucking hell man!”
Vlad put on that wicked grin that he seemed to know Lydia hated. “Easy target. Cannot resist the pleasure.”
***
It was dark, very dark. Brunhilde was sitting alone in a rocking chair in a plain living room in a building in a secret location. Mihai sat across from her in an armchair.
He seemed stiff. Brunhilde was rocking her chair rather happily, like a child. The chair made typical creaking sounds, the loudest thing in the room.
A woman quietly walked into the room. “She's ready,” said the woman.
Brunhilde nodded and waved her away. Then she put her hands on the arms of the rocking chair. “Last chance, Mihai. Do you want to do it?”
“I'd rather sink my teeth into my dick than into her throat.”
Brunhilde chuckled at that. “I like you, Mihnea.” Then she got up. The chair behind her kept rocking for a bit. “I'll return when we're done. You may comfort her then.”
She left the room.
She went up some stairs, and down a hallway to the room Prudence was in. She used a key to unlock the door and then sauntered inside.
Prudence was keeping herself occupied with a book at the desk. She heard Brunhilde close the door, and her head shot up. She got out of her chair and started wringing her hands, her face reddening. Tears were starting to leak out. She had been told what was in store for her.
A second passed and Brunhilde's hand gripped Prudence's upper arm. Prudence was startled by her speed, and tripped backwards. Brunhilde pulled the little woman back to her, towering over her.
She smiled down at Prudence, her teeth lengthening, her canine teeth in particular grew and sharpened. Redness bled into her irises until there was no more blue. Her mouth stretched unnaturally.
Prudence screamed and tried to shove her off, but she was not strong enough. She tried kicking; no good. Brunhilde was firm. Her head moved in to Prudence's throat.
Her teeth barely touched Prudence's flesh when she heard a soft but raspy and tired voice.
“Listen.”
Brunhilde halted.
She lightly shoved Prudence aside and stared out at nothing. Prudence cowered into a corner of the room.
Brunhilde's left eye twitched.
“Not now,” said the voice only Brunhilde could hear. She saw a swirling and thick mist outside the window.
And then the mist faded away.
Brunhilde shook her body like a wet dog. She cracked her knuckles, and turned to Prudence with a mildly irritated version of her scary fanged face. “Lucky you,” she said, “it's not your time yet, but you know what will happen if you start talk-talk-talking, right?”
Knowing that blabbing to the world about vampires wasn't wise, Prudence nodded her head. Brunhilde opened the door. “Come with me. Your Mihai is waiting downstairs.”
Still terrified, especially since Brunhilde looked like she wanted to bite her head off, Prudence did not hesitate. She followed the woman out the door.
Mihai saw them enter the room. He turned on a lamp so Prudence could see better. The shock on his face was only mildly amusing to Brunhilde. “Why didn't you do it?” he asked.
“Complicated reasons,” Brunhilde said with a matter-of-fact tone. “You're still going to take care of her. I'll take her eventually, but right now, she's kind of in limbo.”
Mihai went to Prudence and hugged her close, pressing her cheek into his chest. He looked up at Brunhilde. “I don't understand. What makes you think I won't try to shoot her again?”
“If you do, I'll kill you slowly, and then force two people to be vampires, which would only make things worse in your opinion.”
His jaw ticked. “True.”
***
Mihai was driving a car, with Prudence in the passenger seat, when she finally spoke to him. “I wish you did shoot me.”
“I'm sorry, Prudence.”
“That woman scares me.” She sounded so young, too young.
Mihai sighed. “I swear by my soul, Prudence, the one thing Brunhilde cannot claim as hers, that I will support you.”
“How old are you?” She looked at him with very frightened eyes.
“I forgot, exactly. Five hundred something.
“Your dad's a vampire too?”
“Yes, and he's in love with Lydia, so Brunhilde considers her to be an option.”
There was a pause.
Then Prudence said, “I do not approve of anything here.”
“Welcome to my world.”
***
Two days later, when Lydia was trying to sleep, she got a text message from Vlad.
“Prudence has moved into the mansion.”
She texted back, “She's changed already?”
“No. I don't know why. She's was not bitten. Brunhilde will not explain.”
Weird.
***
Mihai decided to have a private but formal dinner, just him, Prudence, Vlad, and Lydia, like a double date, sort of.
So, he invited Lydia to a little dinner at the mansion. He asked her to dress formally, but not too formally, because he wanted Prudence to feel like the best dressed one.
Lydia decided to wear a fitted knee-length gray dress and a thin gold braid of a necklace. She put on little gold hoop earrings and delicate black stilettos. She combed her hair and let it stay loose. She wore red lipstick, but not much else.
When she was at the mansion, in smaller dining room, she met a young looking Vlad, who was wearing a classic suit. An also young looking Mihai was there, and he shook her hand, giving her a very reassuring smile. He was wearing a rather feminine top with trumpet sleeves and lace details, but otherwise dressed like a man.
And there was Prudence, and she was fabulous.
Prudence wasn't dressed in lolita fashion, which was a shame, since she liked that. Still, she was lovely. Her bright pink strapless dress was fitted, with low cleavage, and a flared skirt. She was wearing a necklace Mihai must have purchased for her. It was large and elaborate, made with white and pink diamonds, reminded Lydia of royalty. Prudence had matching earrings, thick bracelets, and rings that really made her look rich. Her pretty red hair was curled.
Despite the glamorous beauty she held, Prudence was a miserable, shaking thing. Lydia went to hug her. Prudence squeezed her tightly, sniffing a little.
“It'll be alright,” she whispered to Prudence. “Let's just have a nice dinner.”
So, they tried to have a nice dinner. The food was perfect. Lydia couldn't complain about anything, but Prudence barely ate at all. Lydia had the desire to shove food down Prudence's throat, but of course she didn't dare to suggest that.
Prudence looked like she needed a good yummy meal to cheer her up, and she didn't want to eat.
Lydia was truly pleased to hear Vlad fawn over Prudence along with Mihai. They both flattered her and made certain that she had every damn thing available to her. Mihai kept touching her hand and planting kisses on her cheek.
Eventually, Prudence just gave up trying to sit straight. Her face fell into her food, and she wailed. Mihai helped her out of her place and walked her to a bathroom to clean her up. She was crying the whole way there.
Vlad took a casual sip from his glass. “I wish Brunhilde had bitten her. The torment would have been quite long, but this is worse.”
“And she still won't say why?” Lydia said.
“She said this is too complicated to explain.”
A few minutes later, Mihai walked a very red-faced and quiet Prudence back to the table. He offered her some wine, which made Prudence raise an eyebrow. Still, she gulped down a glass and asked for another. It seemed that Prudence was more tempted by illegal consumption of alcohol than Lydia was. When she gulped down the second glass and asked for a third, Mihai told her that probably wouldn't be wise.
“If your Prudence becomes a lush,” Vlad told Mihai, “it will be your fault, and Brunhilde will beat you.”
Mihai snarled at him, his eyes flaring. Vlad took the hint and changed the subject. “Have you considered joining the Peaceful Pines Country Club?”
“Why would I join a country club?” Mihai asked as he poured a glass of fruit juice for Prudence.
Lydia gave Prudence a mildly apologetic smile. “Vlad has decided he hates Claire, and he wants to find new ways to fuck with her.”
“Must you be so vulgar?” teased Vlad, winking. “Yes, Mihai, Claire Brewster is a member of the club.”
Prudence's eyes blinked and her lips parted a little. “Do you two enjoy riling people up?”
“Only the people we don't like,” Mihai told her.
Prudence hesitated, and then shook her head. “You must be pretty miserable to act like bitchy girls.”
Mihai nuzzled her ear and told her she's pretty, as if that solved all the problems in the world.
Once dinner was over, Mihai took Prudence to her new room in the mansion. Lydia sat with Vlad in the kitchen. She sipped at a glass of milk with a long straw. She had slices of fruit in a small bowl, ready to be chomped.
“What are we supposed to do now?” she asked Vlad.
“Wait,” Vlad replied. “We wait until something happens.”
***
While Lydia sipped at milk with Vlad by her side, Claire Brewster was in her bedroom, at her laptop.
She saw a picture of a Muslim woman. She seemed to be White, and she had intense, sparkly blue eyes. There were many positive comments concerning her beauty. There were also comments complimenting her pretty hijab.
Claire commented, “Dumbass Sand-Ni—er thinks she's pretty!”
She received a lot of hate a few minutes later, but she didn't care. That dumb bitch shouldn't feel pretty. If she wanted to feel pretty, she shouldn't wear that stupid thing on her head! Well, that's what Claire thought, anyway.
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