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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 31
No Good Reason
Author's Note: I have no idea when golf tournaments are normally held. Also, there will be costume porn, but a reasonable amount. I know there hasn't been some sexiness in a while, sorry. There will be a small amount of sexiness eventually in this long chapter.

The Peaceful Pines Country Club was going to host a formal dinner party around seven to celebrate Claire Brewster's victory in the golf tournament, and on a lesser note, to welcome the four new members, the Dalca family and their lovers.
Lydia Deetz really wondered how long Vlad and Mihai were going to stay in the United States.
She also wondered if it was healthy for her to start enjoying and expecting presents from Vlad. She knew she didn't really want to keep her relationship with him; this was unfair. She felt like a cold hearted gold digger.
She hoped Prudence didn't feel the same way. Prudence had a reason to be coddled and spoiled. She had been kidnapped, told amazing yet horrible things about her future, and nearly had her throat ripped open by a demon. Mihai had the money, damn it; he was going to make her feel like a fucking empress.
So, Vlad and Mihai both gave their little girlfriends presents just for showing off at the dinner party.
Mihai gave Prudence a lovely brooch that had a little round clock. The hands of the clock had tiny sparkly stones on the points. The brooch itself was fairly large. It was shaped like an old fashioned key, only made of gold, with that pretty clock in the bow of the key. The golden key had lovely little diamonds of varying sizes making it sparkle more. What made the brooch more special was its companion brooch. Three long, draping strings of white pearls connected the key brooch to a matching gold and diamond padlock. Each brooch was meant to be pinned to a woman's clothed bosom, with the pearls hanging across the center.
Mihai told her, “You have a round bosom, Prudence. Don't assume it's ugly. I'd love to see you wear something that displays your pretty bosom.” Prudence's reaction was to make a nervous laugh and then hug him.
“Lydia told me we're going to be Stepford Smilers,” she said to him.
“At least you'll live in luxury,” Mihai told her, returning her hug.
Vlad gave Lydia a large statement bib necklace and matching chandelier earrings. At first, Lydia was concerned, because this necklace was probably more expensive than Prudence's gift. She texted Mihai about this immediately, right as she stood in front of Vlad. This made Vlad laugh a little. Mihai texted Lydia back, saying, “She's too busy admiring her breasts to care.”
Lydia shrugged and then told Vlad, “It's a lovely necklace, but I don't usually wear pink like that.” It was made of black onyx stones and white and pink diamonds, fairly large pink diamonds, held in silver. When Vlad told her the diamonds were naturally pink, Lydia almost didn't believe him. Naturally pink diamonds were pretty expensive.
“How much money do you have?”
Vlad put the necklace against her throat to admire the effect. “Not every vampire is very rich, but I have volunteered my services to Brunhilde numerous times. She tends to give valuable gifts to those who work the hardest.”
“She gave you this necklace?”
“No, she's given me priceless objects that I sold.”
So, there was another benefit to being a vampire, it seemed, if you worked hard enough. She wondered if Vlad's work involved killing people.
Smiling, Vlad leaned into her and kissed her ear. “Pink is Claire Brewster's favorite color. Wear it, and steal her spotlight.”
Lydia didn't want to argue with that.
Both Prudence and Lydia wore dresses that showed off their bosoms, almost to the point of being vulgar.
(long descriptions of sexy evening gowns and accessories ahead)
Prudence put on a new sexy strapless gown, fitted torso with a long flared skirt that began at the knees. The dress was a paler pink than the dress she had worn to dinner some time ago. The skirt was adorned with a large gold colored lace applique on one side, and the applique reached up her side to just above her hip. She wore her pretty key and padlock brooches on her low scoop neckline, which seemed to make her round breasts more prominent. At her throat was a white pearl and diamond choker, with a golden pendant in the shape of a flower. Prudence had her pretty red hair swept back, showing off her gold flower earrings. Mihai had personally painter her lips a light pink, and then he had slipped her white evening gloves on her arms and put her gold and pearl bracelets on her wrists. He kissed Prudence's hands, and kissed her forehead. Prudence's eyes bore tears, but Mihai wiped them away. She even had a French manicure, a manicure Mihai took the time to help her with. That seemed pretty silly, since she was going to wear gloves anyway.
Lydia had a long black and pink gown with a wide plunging neckline that did not leave any room to speculate about her average yet young bosom. The sleeves were long, and had little loops around her middle fingers attached, in a style often called gauntlet. From the neckline, shoulders and back and abdomen, to sloping back to cover her backside, the black fabric was overlaid in pink lace. Her pretty gauntlet sleeves were equally covered in the same pink lace design. Her skirt was also flared, like Prudence's, and the contrast of the black skirt, uncovered by the pink lace, with the rest of the gown, was lovely. Lydia's long fingernails were painted black, and she slipped on silver diamond rings and bracelets. She had her hair arranged in a curly bunch near the top of her head, a mass of curled hair falling behind her. Lydia decided on a more natural look for her face, wearing little if any makeup and clear lip gloss.
(long description is over)
Vlad didn't dress up in a very flashy way. He kept his lovely brown hair loose, and its waves seemed to bounce sometimes. His black suit seemed normal, but he did have a little pin on his lapel. It was made of gold and shaped like a running wolf. There was a gem on his tie, but it was small. He didn't wear any rings except his silver dragon ring.
When Lydia met him in the foyer, she looked him up and down, admiring his broad shoulders and strong thighs. When he looked her in the eye, she looked away for a moment, and then sat down on a little chair. “I think you're trying to make me look richer than you.”
Vlad shrugged and walked over to her. Lydia noticed he had a lovely diamond and silver ornamental comb in his hand. She said, “Oh come on!” However, she did not hinder him when he pushed the long teeth of the comb into her hair at a whimsical angle.
Mihai came into the foyer with Prudence holding his hand. Lydia looked at Mihai, laughed, and said to Vlad, “Why don't you dress like that?!”
(elaborate outfit description)
Mihai was pretty much dressed like … a rock star or something, just not very much makeup. He did have black lips and mild black eyeliner, but that was all the makeup he wore. His long hair was pulled into a ponytail, but it looked like he had dyed the bottom half of his hair a neon blue. He had a white shirt, black tie, and an open shiny gold jacket with random asymmetrical belts and buckles. His gold pants were tight but a little flared at the bottom. He had blue platform boots. He had elaborate blue and black Visual Kei style fake nails, with some nails connected by long and loose little chains and sometimes a nail bore a little jewel. He had pretty dangling gold earrings that were probably made for women.
(description over)
Prudence seemed to love Mihai's outfit. She was beaming at him. She was wearing contact lenses instead of her glasses, and her eyes really shined. “Doesn't he look cool?”
Vlad walked up to his son and reached around him to tug on his long ponytail. “Parul tau este ridicol.” Your hair is ridiculous.
With a wink Mihai countered, “Parul tau este fabulos.” Your hair is fabulous.
Flipping his hair, Vlad left him alone.
Prudence noticed Lydia was laughing a bit. “What are they saying?”
“I'll tell you in the car,” Lydia said.
***
The Peaceful Pines Country Club's formal party was held in a large and bright room, buzzing and humming with well dressed people. The group was greeted warmly and taken to a special table for new members. Since they were the only four new members, they got a smaller table. Prudence and Lydia sat beside each other, while Vlad sat beside Lydia and Mihai beside Prudence.
“Oh Lydia ...” Prudence said in a gasping voice, “this place is beautiful!” It was lovely, white walls and a shiny floor, large windows and pretty banners and paintings. Vlad nudged Lydia and pointed at a large banner that congratulated Claire Brewster for winning the golf tournament. She shrugged, not seeing why it was so important.
“Miss Brewster cheats, correct?” he whispered to her.
“She cheats at everything, I bet,” Lydia whispered back. The moment she finished saying that, Vlad surprised her with a warm kiss, his hand slipping onto her thigh. It seemed uncalled for, but she didn't mind.
A man stood at a podium with a microphone and got everyone's attention. First, he introduced Claire Brewster, who was standing nearby in a short brink pink dress and delicate heels that had a rose and leaf pattern on what little fabric they bared. The man at the podium congratulated her and complimented her. Of course, everyone clapped. Even Lydia and her group clapped.
Claire was given time to stand at the podium and make a speech. Fifteen minutes later, Lydia started to hate her almost as much as Vlad because that rich bitch wouldn't shut the fuck up. Ten minutes after that, Lydia turned to Vlad with lazy eyes and a tight mouth, a look which seemed to say, “Okay, I'm not mad at you for hating this idiot.” Vlad gave her a delighted smile, his eyebrows quirking up twice.
The man who had introduced Claire eventually nudged her arm and took the microphone. With a rather pissed face slowly growing in her pretty features, Claire left to go sit with her family. Some sweat appeared on the man's brow, and he wiped it. As he did, he pointed at the new member's table and introduced them quickly. Most people clapped. Then dinner was served.
People were allowed to walk about and say hello to anyone they wanted to, but mostly people focused on their plates. A few people approached to shake their hands and welcome the new members, most of them were a bit old when compared to Lydia and Prudence. Prudence seemed to notice that a lot of people, especially men, stole quick looks at her breasts. She brightened at that, seemed to love the attention. For a moment, Lydia wondered if it was classy to enjoy such attention with your lover nearby. Then she realized Mihai was encouraging it. Sometimes he put an affectionate arm under her breasts in a sort of hug, which pushed her chest upwards. Sometimes he whispered to Prudence after a someone finished ogling her chest, laughing with her like they were school girls.
Well, whatever they liked to do, that was their business. Lydia shrugged.
At one point, Mr. and Mrs. Brewster, without Claire, came to greet them. Prudence not so secretly enjoyed that Mr. Brewster looked at her bosom for a second.
“Oh, what a lovely necklace!” Mrs. Brewster said at one point, looking at Lydia.
Lydia accepted the compliment with a smile, but Vlad apparently thought it would be a good idea to place the pad of his index finger under the lowest jewel of her necklace and say, “Her parents are quite proud to have such an intelligent and beautiful child. Certainly, she enhances the beauty of the gems.”
“Stop teasing me,” Lydia said with the gentlest voice she could make, moving his hand away.
Prudence winked at her. “Our parents raised us very well. I don't think anyone can say anything about us that could embarrass them.”
That was when Mihai's black lips pursed and his eyes seemed to smile. He found something amusing, and he was trying not to laugh. Lydia thought she knew what was so amusing. She wondered if he would blurt out, “Donkey-Fucker” on accident.
Mrs. Brewster put on such a fake smile. Her pink lipstick reminded Lydia of children's dolls. Mr. Brewster ignored his wife's smile and said to Vlad, “You certainly robbed the cradle here, but I imagine her parents don't mind giving her to someone of such good quality.”
“I chose someone of excellent quality,” Vlad told him, his eyelids tightening in something of a suspicious expression. “Her tastes are similar to mine. I see nothing horrifying in them.” His graceful fingers rested upon hers. Lydia felt a warmth gather there. A familiar thrill tingled between her legs; she wasn't sure why. She felt her blood rush into her cheeks, and she looked down at her plate.
“Do you play any sport?” Mr. Brewster asked him. “If you aren't a tennis sort, then you must let us teach you.”
Mihai muttered under his breath, “I wonder if he's a donkey sort.” Prudence tapped his arm. Lydia blinked a few times but otherwise ignored that comment. Vlad grinned … that nasty evil grin that Lydia feared, and he grinned right at Mr. Brewster.
“I believe I should play golf instead,” he told Mr. Brewster. Lydia didn't know that he ever played golf. He didn't know that he ever played a sport. Maybe he worked out in a gym, but a competitive sport? Really? She looked at him with mild surprise widening her eyes only a little. Her fingers held a loaded fork in midair.
Vlad turned to her and kissed her cheek. “If you like, you may join me.”
“I haven't played golf in a few years,” admitted Lydia.
He patted her hand and kissed her cheek again. Then he looked about the room. “Your daughter seems to be quite proud of herself. I thought we would starve during her speech.”
Mr. Brewster's eyelid twitched, but he kept his friendly composure. “We're quite proud of our little princess.”
Vlad nodded. “Ah, I see her. She is there, drinking wine. She is not twenty one yet, I believe?”
“Oh, a little bit here and there is just fine,” Mrs. Brewster said with a wave of her jeweled hand.
“I understand,” said Vlad. Certainly, he had no right to complain of such a thing; he was not exactly a hypocrite. “Still, she seems to be drinking quite a large amount, and she is very fast about it.”
Immediately Mrs. Brewster stomped off, saying something like, “If that little bitch gets drunk ...”
Mihai snorted into his glass. Right after he did that, Mr. Brewster told him, “You certainly are an eccentric young man. Are you an artist?”
Giving Prudence an appreciative scan with his eyes, he said, “I certainly found my muse. Should I paint a nude version of you, lounging on a sofa?” Prudence giggled and shook her head.
“Well,” Mr. Brewster said with an uncertain tone, “my wife probably needs me. Hope to see you again.” He left them, and once he was out of earshot, Prudence starting giggling louder.
“You two men are just like girls,” she said. “Grown men, acting like bored little girls in a clique!”
“You're never too old to be immature,” Mihai told her, gesturing towards a server. He asked the server to get more soda for Prudence.
After another sip of her own drink, Lydia realized she needed to go to the bathroom, so she asked a server where the nearest restroom was. Then she hurried over to the place. It was a long public restroom, with several stalls. Unlike a normal public restroom, the stalls had beautiful wooden doors that went down to the floor, not metal doors that were short and exposed the user's legs. The walls and ceilings were sparkly, like the inside of a geode. The light fixtures near the many mirrors were old fashioned looking, and the sinks were pretty white bowls in lovely granite counter-tops. Despite her need to go into a stall, Lydia took a moment to admire the room. She didn't hear any activity, and so she assumed she was alone.
Lydia opened one of the doors and went inside. It was incredibly spacious, big enough for three people to hang out in, and it smelled very sweet. She hurried with her tinkling. When the toilet flushed, she noticed it flushed very very quickly.
She got out to wash her hands. There were several soaps and lotions available. When she dried her hands she noticed someone in the corner of her eye.
She tossed her paper towel into a trash can with unneeded force. “This is the ladies room, Vlad!”
Vlad didn't care at all, it seemed. His thick arms were folded, legs straight and feet firm on the shiny floor. His head was only slightly forward. His eyes were halfway closed, and a corner of his lip was turned upward.
Lydia knew she was in trouble. She knew she couldn't flee from him without being nabbed before she could touch the exit. Vlad stepped towards her and took her wrist. He led her to a stall and opened the door for her. She didn't want to go inside, so he gave her backside a nudge with his knee. Lydia yelped and tripped forwards, but he stopped her from falling on the toilet. She heard him lock the stall door, and she hoped that if someone caught them, he'd have a way to save them from embarrassment. Lydia certainly didn't have a plan. He took her dainty purse and hung it on a hook, while she just stood there, turned away from him, starting to feel dirty.
When his hands pressed onto her breasts, Lydia whimpered. Vlad put one of his hands against her mouth and made a little Ssshhh sound into her ear. The side of her head and her throat felt like it was buzzing.
He pulled at the zipper in the back of her dress, and slid it down very gradually, so it wouldn't make much noise. Lydia tried to shake her head, to make sure he knew she was disinclined.
Vlad pulled her dress down, freeing her mouth for a moment. Soon she had bunched up fabric at her navel and her arms felt a little trapped from the constriction of the bunched sleeves.
She gritted her teeth when he pinched her nipples. She pressed her thighs together, shaking. Not even caring about her earring, bit her earlobe, hard, and she inhaled, trying not to yell at him. She wondered if she was bleeding. He starting sucking on her bitten ear and grinding his hips into her backside, breathing roughly and making her stinging ear tingle. Lydia was afraid she'd fall.
Lydia was then pushed against a wall and the bottom of her dress was shoved upwards. The only sign of reluctance she made when he pushed a finger inside her vagina was a clawed hand scratching at the wall. His teeth went to the skin just below her her bitten ear. She squeaked out, “Dobitoc.” That word meant brute, animal, or even a stupid person. Even as her insides lubricated for him, she was angry and a little afraid.
Vlad spread her legs and bent her over a little. His hand went to her mouth again, and he shoved his manhood inside of her. Instincts made her bite into his fingers. It felt very deep. She needed some sort of outlet to express her feelings.
He pushed in and out, in and out, huffing his breath into her hair. Lydia's necklace was swinging with her breasts. He kept going back and forth to her ear, renewing the pain there. Her insides were pressing against his penis, resisting, but still allowing him at all at once. Finally she thought she couldn't handle the feelings, and she muffled her own screams by biting into his fingers really really hard. She tasted blood.
It felt like he was taking a long time to finish, and Lydia suddenly understood something as he was pumping into her … she drank a little of his blood … and he probably drank a little bit of hers too. Her throat constricted, and she coughed and trembled. Vlad pushed his lips into her shoulder and his rhythm changed into something random, sometimes quick and sometimes leisurely. Then he came inside of her, pressing his lips harder into her flesh to keep himself from making a sound.
Lydia didn't let him linger. She straightened up and poked him with her elbow. “Am gustat sângele,” she spat out at him. I tasted your blood.
He gripped her bare shoulders and whispered into her ear, “Și am gustat ta.” And I tasted yours. He licked her injured ear lobe. “Vă veți simți foarte sănătos pentru ceva timp. Aceasta este singura modificare trebuie să vă așteptați.” You will feel very healthy for some time. This is the only change you should expect. He kissed her cheek, and then he put his bitten fingers against her earlobe. “Sângele meu va vindeca acest muscatura.” My blood will heal this bite.
Lydia felt like someone had dipped her earlobe in rubbing alcohol. It was odd. She shivered.
Then he licked the blood away. Lydia shivered again.
Without any sort of word, Vlad adjusted her pretty pink and black dress, setting it right. She hoped it wasn't wrinkled. After he had it zipped back up, he ran his palms down her thighs. He made sure her jewelry looked normal, and he examined her hair. Vlad even handed her the dainty purse with a loyal and expectant face, as if he felt like a perfect gentleman.
Lydia couldn't help it. She whacked his shoulder with her purse, her eyes flicking fire out at him. Vlad's expression didn't change, but he did wink when they both heard someone enter the restroom. Vlad unlocked the door a crack, and made a gesture with his bitten hand, telling her to go on. Lydia bit her lip and exited the stall, closing the door behind her. She played along with the “I just used the toilet and that's all” thing by washing her hands. Lydia's heart felt like it did a backflip when another woman walked into the restroom and went into the same stall she had just got fucked in.
How strange it was to notice nothing strange happening.
Lydia walked out of the restroom and saw Vlad waiting outside the door.
Fucking vampires …
She was only a little startled, but she was dealing with a vampire, so this was to be expected.
He offered her is arm, and she took it, looking at his hand. He still had bite marks. She wondered if he wanted admire them. When they sat back down with Mihai and Prudence, she assumed she was right, because the man kept occasionally glancing at his hand. Prudence noticed, and she asked what had happened to him in a very polite way. Vlad put on an innocent face, but he didn't answer her question; he just shrugged. Probably aware of what where the injuries came from, Mihai distracted Prudence with a joke.
Lydia was surprised to see Claire Brewster walk up to them. Wine must have made her stupid and filled her with arrogance. The heiress almost tripped over her heels, but she straightened up and smiled that same fake smile Lydia had seen on Mrs. Brewster. Vlad was smiling … and when Lydia noticed, she slapped her palm onto her own face, closing her eyes.
“What on earth could you possibly have to say to us?” Mihai said to Prudence with a voice that was gentle and almost … loving. “I do hope you aren't here to talk about donkeys.”
Claire Brewster opened her mouth and gave a loud and almost insane laugh, and as abruptly as it began, it stopped. She wasn't happy.
“Mumzy asked me to invite all of you to my birthday party.”
Mihai twirled his spoon like a little baton, smirking. “That video must not be on the Internet, otherwise your parents would've seen it.” He stopped twirling his spoon and put it on his plate. “Why else would they still want my father at your house?”
Claire just walked off, not giving an answer.
Slapping Mihai's arm, Prudence said, “You're so rude sometimes!”
***
The group was very shocked to see an unexpected person inside the limousine, waiting on them.
It was Brunhilde, wearing a casual 1920s dress and modern flip flop shoes. She waved to them to enter the car, and they all complied.
“Hey there, Guys!” she said to them as the limousine drove off.
Nobody greeted her in return, which seemed to suit her just fine, because she didn't react negatively. She said, “Prudence, Lydia, I think you both need to take some self defense classes.”
Well, that didn't sound like a bad suggestion.
“I'm serious,” Brunhilde said, possibly assuming their lack of reaction was due to disbelief. “I don't care what fighting style you two learn, but do your best. Eventually I want you two to be ass-kickers. Useless people annoy me. Also, keep up a good diet, lots of meat. I don't want any vegetarian shit.”
Lydia had to speak up. “A vegetarian diet can be very healthy.”
“Yeah,” said Brunhilde, “But it's easier to eat meat, and I don't want you two popping pills and looking for all kinds of beans when you could just tear into a cow.”
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