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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 32
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In a suburb, in the dark night, when the only lights came from the street lamps and sometimes from the windows of houses, Brunhilde walked across people's lawns, silent and undetected. Dogs didn't even notice and bark at her.

She was wearing simple jeans and a T-shirt, ordinary sneakers that made no sound against the grass. Her posture was that of a mildly bored person, not too droopy but not too straight, her head occasionally turning or tilting.

Brunhilde paused to listen carefully. He heard two adults, a man and a woman, screeching at each other, and the rather sad sound of a baby shrieking. Curious, she twirled about and skipped over to a window to peek at the scene.

A thin man was holding a little baby, trying to protect it, while a woman was coming at him with a metal baseball bat, screaming something about how the “little shit” was worthless and cried too much.

Fucking idiot …

Brunhilde walked into the dark shadow of a tree, disappearing.

She reappeared right behind the baseball bat wielding woman. Brunhilde snatched the bat out of the woman's hands, which made the woman stumble in surprise. Then, Brunhilde took a swing and cracked the woman's skull with a very nonchalant face. The woman's body was flung to a wall, and her head was clearly broken and bleeding. Some of her brains splattered along with the blood.

As quick as she had entered, she left, taking the bat with her, and the thin man was so stunned he almost dropped the baby, but didn't. He held the little one even tighter as he ran to find his cell phone to call the cops.

Unfortunately for him, that “crime” would go unsolved.

A few minutes later, Brunhilde was in a forest, sitting on the large root of a tree. Her thin cell phone provided a little glow, but otherwise it was dark. Several of her babies had sent her emails and text messages. It was good to be informed of things.

She decided to send a text to Mihai. She liked to pick on him sometimes. He was one of her favorites, but in an unofficial sort of way. He was just scared enough of her to do what she wanted, yet he was just brave enough to stand up to her when protecting someone. What an admirable little guy!

“Hey, Sunt fetele iau aceste clase încă?” Are the girls taking those classes yet?

Her phone buzzed in her hand when she got the reply. “Am angajat un profesor particular.” We hired a private tutor.

“Cum este progresul lor?” How is their progress?

Mihai replied in English, “They kick things.”

Brunhilde literally laughed out, and so she texted to him, “LOL literally! Eventually I want them flipping like gymnasts.”

“Aceasta va necesita diferite de formare,” Mihai texted. That will require different training.

“But think of how entertaining it will be!”

And with that statement made, Brunhilde ended the conversation.

***

The best thing about this whole lifestyle change was the food, the glorious food. Vlad and Mihai made sure that they ate every few hours. Even when Lydia was at the community college, she snuck protein bars between classes. During longer break times, she ate full meals, carried in a lunch box and handcrafted with care. Prudence and Mihai weren't trying to be body builders, but they did try to keep their bodies strong. They got their own weights and machines to work with in the private gymnasium in the mansion. There had already been machines and such … and strangely enough, old fashioned weapons like swords and clubs, but the men decided that the ladies needed their own items.

She didn't like being so busy and tired, though. Prudence once complained that they didn't get to see Bertha as much. Lydia also missed Beetlejuice, but of course she didn't say so to anyone. Lydia was also getting mildly pissed off because she was starting to sleep in guest rooms in the mansion instead of in her home. The reason why it pissed her off was because Vlad kept using it to his advantage. The man was old, but he had a libido like a younger man.

Lydia asked Vlad about the Passerini Family one day. He said he hadn't heard anything. The family took a serious blow, a good number of their men killed. It would take a bit more time for them to recover and come up with anything new, if the mob boss was stupid enough to try to come up with anything new.

***

Prudence found Mihai drinking a cup of green tea late one night, sitting in the private little library and skimming a book of famous palaces. He seemed peaceful, his hair combed to one side and his eyes lazy, barefoot, clean fingernails. He was wearing a long red robe made of lace and silk, open and revealing his short underwear. It was a lovely pair of underwear, tight and black, with images of dark roses and grinning skulls.

She felt that she had to sigh at him.

He didn't look up, but he did say quite casually, “Do you need something, Prudence?”

Timidly, she made her way to a chair beside him. As she sat down, she asked, “Am I your girlfriend?”

Mihai shrugged. “Yeah.”

Her face and voice perked up. “Really?! So you're my boyfriend?!”

“Certainly.”

She popped out of her seat and hugged him. Mihai dropped his book; it fell to the floor, folding some pages.

When Prudence kissed him and asked if he wanted to play in his room, he stroked her scalp with his fingertips and grinned. “Would you like my ass tonight?” he inquired in a voice that was too polite for the situation. She squealed and hopped up and down like a child offered a trip to an amusement park.

***

Lydia was angry at Vlad. When he was screwing her from behind, he had bit her shoulder so hard he broke the skin a little bit. What really made her tear up was when she noticed two little dots along with the thin cuts, dots that proved the man had his fangs out. Lydia put some ointment on her shoulder, so disgusted with him that she didn't want him to use his neat blood trick to heal her just yet. Then she put on a white silk robe and stomped out of the room.

She wandered around a bit, and then she stepped on something on the floor in a hallway. She crouched down to pick it up and examine it under the ceiling light. Fortunately, she had not damaged it.

It was an antique looking earring, made of precious looking gems. Lydia had no idea who it belonged to. It could be Prudence's earring, could be Mihai's, hell it could be Lydia's! She had a collection of earrings by now, a good portion of them luxuriously expensive. Sometimes she forgot about certain pieces.

That kind of made her feel bad, starving people and whatnot.

Lydia made a mental note to pawn off the stuff she didn't want anymore and donate the money to charity, even that necklace with the pink diamonds. If it pissed off Vlad, well too damn bad. He could always stop buying her so much stuff.

Lydia walked down the hallway, planning on finding Mihai and asking him if he knew who owned the earring. Eventually, after a few more minutes of walking, she was at Mihai's door. She was still a little irritated, and so she was not patient. She tapped on the door and opened it immediately.

And there Mihai was, bent over his bed, his teeth ripping a pillow and pulling out stuffing, Prudence smiling behind him. Obviously, both were nude, except for something on Prudence's hips that Lydia didn't need to guess the use for. Lydia's eyes widened. She blurted out, “Oh shit!” Then she slammed the door and said, “Never happened!”

Inside Mihai's room, the lovers stared at the door, lips open in surprise. After a moment, Prudence said, “If this thing was real, I'd lose the boner.”

Mihai rubbed his face into the ruined pillow like a cat nuzzles a loved one. “You didn't lose it, so keep it up.”

Prudence rubbed her fingertips into his hips, giggling very much like a cute school girl. She moved her own hips back and forth again. When Mihai groaned, she playfully slapped his hip.

***

Lydia was outside on a patio when she felt it was safe to laugh her ass off. She put the earring on a table and sat down on a chair. She was still laughing when Vlad crept up behind her and kissed her ear.

She was too busy laughing to be surprised. She turned her head. “I'm still mad at you but … oh my god!”

“What amused you to this point?” he asked as he put his fingers on her shoulders.

“Nothing important.” Lydia almost choked from the laughter, but she refused to give any information on the issue.

***

Vlad suggested that one day they try the gym in the country club.

“I thought you made us members just to piss Claire off,” Lydia said to him.

“I did.” He seemed to think that settled the matter, because he didn't say anything else.

On a pleasant but cool afternoon, Lydia and Prudence were walking on treadmills in the gym of the country club. Older women kept walking by and stopping to chat. They told them how they were the newest thing to talk about in the club. Lydia cringed a little when one woman called them “fresh blood.”

One woman warned Lydia of a rumor going on about her. Apparently, the word was that, as the woman said, “Your Foreign Darling is going to propose to you!” Lydia didn't approve of the rumor, but she wanted to keep Vlad happy for now. So, she merely nodded and gave the woman a pleasant smile. “Vlad was born in the same town my mother was born in, Sighișoara, Transylvania. I'm hoping he'll take me there often.” He had told her this fact about himself some time ago. However, she didn't really hope he'd take her there. She had visited the place many times to see her grandparents. She didn't need him for that.

“Well that sounds delightfully exotic!” said the woman. “I once read that some people believe Transylvania doesn't exist.”

Prudence chimed in, “Mihai really likes Lydia. He doesn't even care that he's older than her. He told me that she'd be a lovely stepmother.”

“When did he tell you that?” Lydia asked with a smile.

Prudence's round cheeks reddened and she looked away. “Uhm … we were cuddling.”

“Oh.” Lydia accepted that fact without a second thought.

The woman smiled, told them goodbye, and left them. Prudence giggled. “Lydia, Claire just walked in.”

“I don't care,” Lydia said, nudging her hair, which was in a tight bun.

Claire seemed to care. She gave them a very nasty look, her mouth snarling, her brow furrowed, as she walked off to a nearby machine.

“She's not very happy,” Lydia muttered.

Prudence took a sip from a water bottle. “She's pissed because we're popular among the rich people. Popularity in school is worthless. Popularity in a country club is worth something interesting.” Prudence had a nearly mean smile on her face. “She thought she was popular in school, even though most people hated her. Now, when popularity counts, we've not only beaten her, we beat her to the point where she is actually aware of it.”

She had a point. Over the past few days, Lydia and her group had received quite a few invitations to events in the mail, and a few verbal invitations from people in the club.

“But, we didn't beat her.” Lydia said. “Vlad and Mihai beat her for us. I don't get why they care so much.”

Prudence's voice lowered a bit more and she leaned in to Lydia as much as her running position would allow. “Mihai says Vlad will put that nasty video of Claire on the Internet if she does anything to you again. He also said he might do something worse.”

“Oh God.” Lydia made a facepalm. “I think he really wants to do it; he wants an excuse.”

“That is pretty nasty of him,” Prudence agreed. “When do you think he'll stop?”

“I don't know, when he's bored?”

Prudence straightened back up on the treadmill. “Or, maybe when she cracks.”

“I think Vlad wants to see her crack,” Lydia confided with a sigh.

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