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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 33
The Lazy Plan
Author's Note: I will use Chinese in this chapter. While I am studying Chinese, I do not understand it well. Please bear with me. Also, I will put in actual Chinese words along with Pinyin. If they do not show up on your computer, I'm sorry.

Now, Lydia really didn't want to go to Claire's birthday party. She was very firm. She didn't like Claire. She didn't want to go.
So, Vlad gave her a box of Amedei Porcelana chocolate bars and said she would go. Lydia didn't even open the box. She gave it to Prudence. And still, she insisted, “I'm not going.”
Then, Vlad gave her a box of French style macaron cookies that had a rainbow of bright colors. She gave the whole thing to Mihai and insisted again, “I'm not going to that party.”
He made a third attempt. He gave Lydia a box of rosewater flavored Turkish delights. Lydia said, “Fucking tâmpit!” Tâmpit meant asshole or idiot. Then she ate all the candies, which tasted fantastic, and said she'd go to the party if he'd buy her more rosewater Turkish delights.
***
Mihai and Prudence decided to be bold and wear lolita dresses.
Mihai curled his hair and put on a white and dark green bow headband. He put on a matching blouse with a wide skirt, dark green ruffles and bow-knots at key points. He had lovely stockings and shiny green Mary Jane shoes. Prudence thought he looked adorable, but she tried to outdo him by wearing an empire waist lolita dress with a pink and purple butterfly pattern. Once she added her own accessories, she went to Mihai and said, “I'm cuter than you!” Mihai agreed and kissed her cheek.
Lydia put on a short red dress with an asymmetrical collar. When she met Mihai and Prudence downstairs, she stared. “I thought you were a woman,” she said to him.
“Sorry,” he said in his natural manly voice.
Vlad came downstairs, in a casual gray suit, his hair pulled back by a plain elastic band. “I preferred the rock star outfit,” Vlad said, although he did wink at his son.
It was not a very formal party at the Brewster mansion, but it was nice. Claire's parents, her parents' friends, family, and Claire's friends were there. The party was held indoors in the evening, where the lights sparkled. There were several tables; the dinnerware was immaculate and orderly.
Claire's mother was friendly, it seemed. She did mention how pretty Mihai looked, trying not to sound disapproving, but Lydia saw the disgust behind her voice. Claire Brewster made a point of ignoring the group, which was fine by Lydia.
Dinner was served, and during that time, Lydia heard Mihai saying several times, “What?”
It turned out, people were staring at him, and some people were muttering insults about him. Not caring about being polite, Mihai gave some of them the middle finger.
Once dinner was over, someone rolled in a large, tall, high-end birthday cake, with a clearly fondant base cover. The overall color scheme of the cake reminded Lydia of a plastic wedding cake for a little girl who wanted to be a princess and a fashion doll all at once, pink, sparkly, hearts, circles. The name Claire was at the very top in glittery letters.
As soon as everyone finished applauding the cake, Vlad tapped Lydia's fingers and murmured to her, “I-am spus sa poarte rochia aia.” I told him to wear that dress.
Lydia had no idea what he meant. She quirked her eyebrow. Mihai tapped her shoulder to get her attention, and then he winked at her.
Assuming they had some sort of display to show to her, Lydia watched Mihai. The lolita wearing man got out of his seat and walked in the general direction of the nearest bathroom. He walked a little bit close to a grown man, possibly in his thirties. The grown man said a little bit loudly, “Here comes the faggot!”
Well, Mihai grabbed the man by his shoulder and pulled him up, knocking the man's chair to the floor. At this point, quite a few people were watching, highly amused.
“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU CALL ME, YOU PIECE OF SHIT?!”
Lydia flinched and put her fingers to her throat. She had never heard Mihai yell so loudly.
“A MAN IN A DRESS MAKES YOU QUESTION YOUR SEXUALITY SO MUCH THAT YOU NEED TO LASH OUT?!”
Well, the man didn't like being yelled at, so he shoved Mihai, or tried to. As girly as Mihai was, he stood and resisted eerily well. It was like the man tried to shove a giant block of hard cement. Mihai took the man's upper arms and shoved him so damn hard he fell right into the well crafted and probably expensive cake. Frosting, fondant, cake, chocolate, it all crashed and collapsed. Thankfully there were no lit candles on the cake.
Claire didn't even get to cut it.
Almost everyone gasped, and then there was mostly silence.
Lydia looked at Mihai, then at Vlad, who was smiling. Lydia made a facepalm.
The man who had fallen into the cake got to his feet, brushed off some of the mess, and went after Mihai. Mihai punched the man in his gut, and the man fell to his knees, gasping and red in the face. That was when Prudence laughed into her hands. That was also when Claire screamed, grabbed the knife meant for the cake, and went for Mihai. Fortunately for her, her father and another man took her by the arms to stop her. A third man wrestled the knife from her hand.
“Can we go now?” Lydia asked. Vlad nodded at her. Prudence moaned about how she wanted to stay and watch the action, but when Mihai went to her with a gentle smile she complied.
They didn't say goodbye to anyone. They just left. Lydia tried to apologize to Mrs. Brewster, since she didn't want to speak to Claire, but Vlad yanked on her arm before she could get near the woman.
***
Vlad sent the Brewsters a check to pay for the damaged cake. He made a point of writing the check in front of Lydia, gloating about how hilarious the whole situation was. Lydia didn't think it was hilarious. There was no point to the chaos. There was absolutely no point. Vlad and Mihai were being bullies. Lydia didn't like bullies. She wanted to scold them, but she knew that might cause some more problems.
So, late one night, when she was wearing nothing but a white pearl necklace, Lydia arranged her body on Vlad's bed in the sweetest, most innocent nude pose she could think of. She knelt on her knees with one of her lower legs pointed out only a little, her hands against the thigh of the other leg. Well … she thought it was sweet and innocent. Whether or not it was sweet and innocent was up for debate.
Vlad came into the room then, dimming a lamp light so it was a bit darker in the room. He was wearing a long and plain black robe. Lydia looked up at him, purposely making her lips tremble; if she could force a tear, she would have done so.
“I'm scared,” she said quietly.
Immediately he sat down on the bed and pulled her to him. He spoke in a tone that reminded Lydia of a purring cat. “Cine te-a rănit?” Who hurt you?
Lydia put her arms around him and made a whining sound. “Mi-e frică. Cred că m-ar putea face rău.” I'm scared. I think she might hurt me.
“Cine?” Who?
“Claire!” She took a lock of his long hair and held it to her cheek, looking up at him with eyes she hoped looked both affectionate and frightened. She really didn't know what she was doing. She was just imitating cute girls she had seen in anime, movies, and read about in books. “Ea a fost întotdeauna dușmănos. Acum, tu si Mihai sunt o agresiune. Sunt îngrijorat de faptul că s-ar putea face ceva groaznic.” She has always been spiteful. Now, you and Mihai are bullying her. I'm worried that she might do something terrible.
Vlad pulled his hair from her hand and kissed her nose. Then he rubbed her back. “Ce poate face ea?” What can she do?
Well, Lydia couldn't think of anything on the spot. She rubbed her cheek onto one of his arms. “Ea va gândi la ceva.” She will think of something.
Lightly, he chuckled into her ear. Then he kissed her, sliding his tongue inside her mouth.
Lydia wasn't in a very sexy mood, but she knew it was in her best interest to keep the man happy. So, she pulled away from his mouth and nibbled on his throat, running her hands up and down his torso. He wasn't an ugly man, and he didn't feel icky to her. He wasn't a body builder, though. While he was muscular and didn't have any excess fat, his muscles didn't bulge out in fine detail. She felt his muscles anyway. They were there, no denying it, even behind the robe. Even if he wasn't an athletic guy in his youth (and Lydia had no idea if he was or not), he certainly wanted to keep his body strong now. She thought she should ask him one day if he was strong all those centuries ago.
Winking up at his calm but pleased face, Lydia nudged his shoulder in something of a shove. Vlad smirked a bit, but he laid back. Some of his wavy and earthy hair fanned out onto the bedclothes. Lydia opened his robe and went to his shoulders and chest, kissing and licking.
She moved down to his hardening erection and took the head into her mouth, placing her fingers around the base. Lydia ignored the pleased Mmmmm sound he made and kept going, going down a bit more. When she was about halfway down she took her lips off of him and licked up and down the shaft. The penis seemed to twitch. It was almost funny. She carefully squeezed his testicles with a light pressure, and the man made a quick but deep sound in his throat.
Lydia took a rhythm then, moving her mouth up and down, occasionally squeezing his testicles. She ignored how much her jaw hurt. She kept it up until he asked her to stop. Why he told her to stop, she wasn't sure. She didn't complain about it.
***
Brunhilde was out in a forest again, hanging upside down from a tree branch, her bent legs supporting her. It was very dark, but she didn't mind. Her long hair was lightly touching the earth. She didn't care.
Her doll-like oval of a face was brightened by the glow of her cell phone as she held it up. She dialed a number, tapped the send key, and put the phone to her ear.
She spoke in Mandarin Chinese.
“Guī mó bù dà de dì dí zhàn zhēng jī hū yǐ jīng wān chéng.” (规模不大的战争几乎已经完成。)
The little war is almost finished.
Brunhilde nodded at something the other person said. “Wǒ děng zhe zhuó zháo tā men zài cì gōng jī. Tā men zuì jìn yī zhí hěn dǎn xiǎo.” (我等着他们再次攻击。他们最近一直很胆小。)
I am waiting for them to attack again. They have been very timid recently.
She laughed. “Shì. Wǒ kě yǐ tōu lǎn de shí hòu, wǒ xiǎng tōu lǎn.” (我可以偷懒的时候，我想偷懒。)
It is so. (Literally, the word for is). I can be lazy when I want to be lazy.
Then she hung up. It seemed that the Passerini Family certainly understood that they were at a disadvantage, although they didn't understand why. Brunhilde wondered if there would be a rebellion within the family.
Now that she really thought about it, that was what made the most sense, a rebellion. The mob boss had gotten too many of his men killed for no reason except he was pissed and insulted. Would they be merciful and not kill him, just kick him out?
Brunhilde pulled herself up and sat on the branch.
***
Lydia wasn't quite certain how she managed to get on the carpeted floor, but she was there.
Her back was on the floor, her body bouncing back and forth. The carpet was rather plush. She wasn't thinking about that.
She was thinking about how her legs were spread so wide they trembled, and how Vlad pounded into her. There was a strange feeling, almost like numbness, between her legs. She still felt him inside, but she just wasn't enjoying anything. It didn't hurt, though.
Lydia kept making sounds she imagined she was supposed to make, and sometimes she said things like, “It's great! Yes!”
Finally he tensed up and bent over her, and Lydia knew he was ejaculating. She tried to encourage him, rubbing his shoulders and saying sweet things. She didn't know if she helped, but he finished regardless.
A few minutes later, they were both soaking in his hot tub, nude and relaxed. She asked him, “Are you gonna leave Claire alone?”
“Nu.” No. He offered her a glass of soda pop.
Well … she tried.
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