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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 34
Halloween

Author's Note: Costume Porn! I'm sorry; I just love describing complicated dresses.

Learning how to punch and kick things was a fun thing to do. Sometimes, when Lydia was hitting a punching bag, she didn't quite feel so powerless. Sometimes, when she was lifting a little dumbbell, she could imagine there wasn't anyone who could tell her what to do.

Too bad it wasn't quite enough. She still felt like she was told what to do at times.

For example, every Halloween, Lydia dressed up as something scary. She never really wanted to dress as a princess, except once when she was five years old. Vlad Dalca wanted to throw a Halloween party, and he pretty much demanded that Lydia dress like a princess.

She insisted that she should dress like something scary, like an ax murderer or a yurei ghost. Vlad showed her some examples off of he Internet of how he wanted her to dress. Lydia sighed and said, “Okay, but I'll pick everything out.” Later, she accused Vlad of being a bit controlling. Vlad kissed her cheek and promised that he'd do something special for her to cheer her up.

Mihai decided to dress as a stereotypical version of a French maid, with a poofy wide skirt, his hair in a glossy bun. He even had sexy black fishnet stockings and black stiletto heels. Prudence wore a 1950s red poodle skirt and a white shirt with a little red scarf around her throat. She put her hair in a little ponytail.

Vlad had shaved everything on his face except a thin little mustache. He dressed in a gold and black outfit that looked kind of medieval. He even had a black hooded cloak and a false dagger belted to his hip. When asked by his son about the costume, Vlad showed him the fake points glued to his ears. Apparently, he was some sort of elf.

(long description of costume ahead)

Lydia's costume was rather elaborate. She was a fairy princess … sort of. Her hair was left long and loose; a lovely sparkly faux gold and cz diamond studded tiara was on her head, with large clips that covered her ears. The clips displayed large bunches of red and white roses, with more cz diamonds dangling down to her shoulders. Those shoulders of hers were bare, and the neckline was low and straight across her bosom. The gown was mostly red with white and gold details, empire waisted. The sleeves were long and gauntlet style; at the top, under the shoulders, the sleeves had small puffs. She put on a false gold chain necklace with a shiny red pendant that looked like a ruby, but wasn't a ruby. Large false butterfly wings were attached to her back, colored black, red, white, and gold.

(description over)

Vlad also told Lydia that Mihai ordered a cake, a lovely, tall, high-end cake. Then he told her that he invited Claire Brewster.

That made Lydia almost bend her wings as she turned to yell at him. “Why the fucking hell would you invite her?! Why the fucking hell would she even come?!”

With an expression that wasn't as innocent as it looked, Vlad told her, “Her mother asked me to invite her. The woman also apologized for the man who insulted Mihai.”

“Her mother is more stupid than her!” Lydia stomped her way to her room, saying that someone should come get her when the party began.

Really, rich people are fucking stupid sometimes. They freaking ruined her cake! Why would she want to come to their party?

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The foyer was decorated with realistic looking leaves and branches, bats and jack-o-lanterns, spiders and skeletons, randomly blinking lights and more stable lights. There were cute foods available. There were multicolored jello snacks, shaped like typical Halloween symbols. There were yummy cookies of several kinds. Little round cakes had white fondant on them, draped to look like ghost sheets, with little dark eyes. Roaches made of chocolate were piled on a large plate. There were also make-your-own pizza and burger stands, platters of bacon wrapped finger foods, and shish kabobs. Also, there was candy, lots of candy.

The music was … well it was kitschy and silly. It almost made Lydia laugh at times.

Her parents were the first to arrive. Charles was dressed like a comic book superhero, while Delia was dressed like a bar maid. Lydia was glad to see them, especially her dad. They munched on snacks while the other guests arrived. Delia was thrilled to meet country club folk. She kissed ass, after ass, after ass. Bertha came too, wearing a cute rag doll costume.

Lydia tried to have fun. She was even pleased when she saw Beetlejuice's face on the reflective surface of an old fashioned clock. The demon waved at her, smiling. Lydia smiled and nodded.

She danced a silly dance with Bertha, tossed cookies into a bowl Mihai held while egging her on, told jokes to country club members, and tried to scare Vlad by sneaking up on him and screaming. It didn't work. He responded by turning around and kissing her.

Lydia saw Claire Brewster, dressed as a princess in pink, talking with an older and possibly rich man. Lydia walked in another direction, not wanting anything to do with the woman.

When a tall cake was wheeled into the room everyone applauded. It looked like a sculpture of a pile of skulls resting on a pillow with red roses. Lydia glanced at Claire's face. The woman looked at the cake with a nasty expression, like she was sniffing crap. Lydia wondered if Claire wanted to destroy the cake. She probably wouldn't try, though. Claire knew that Vlad had some serious dirt on her, and maybe he could find more.

Vlad went to Lydia and asked her to help Prudence cut the cake. Lydia exhaled, but showed no other sign of reluctance.

Once everyone had a piece of cake, which was quite delicious, Lydia sat down on a sofa and soon found herself muttering a conversation with Beetlejuice's face, which was hidden in her necklace's pendant. “I guess being a Stepford Smiler has its benefits,” she said to him.

“Lydia, I'm not sure if you know what that means.” The demon shook his head in the pendant. “You're too young for that shit.”

“It's a person who puts on a happy and perfect facade even though things are pretty damn awful.”

Beetlejuice blinked up at her. A little bug ran across his face. He caught it with his tongue. “Well, things for you ain’t half bad.”

“Come on B.J.” She took a swig of soda pop and tugged on her costume's neckline.

“Look, Brunhilde is just doing what she has the legal right to do. She can pick any human she wants.” He put on an almost comforting smile. “What's happening isn't a tragedy. It's business as usual.”

Lydia wanted to shake her head, and she almost did, but she stopped herself. “Who gave her the legal right, and what government is she under?”

That was when Beetlejuice said, “Gotta go,” and faded away, leaving behind only the glittering color in the pendant.

Damn it. He was hiding something.

She turned her head and saw Vlad sitting next to her, and her face and torso and thighs felt as cold as freshly caught fish in a cooler with ice. She tried to think of an explanation for herself, but Vlad simply told her, “De ce nu ar fi mi-a spus că știi această creatură?” Why wouldn't she tell me that you know this creature?

Lydia hesitated, saw the logic, and then said, “Oh.” She was just so accustomed to keeping it a secret. Certainly, her parents knew the demon existed, but they just didn't acknowledge it. So … to have someone here, on Earth, acknowledge Beetlejuice in this way … it sort of rocked her mind a bit.

“Well … uhm,” she said, blinking a bit much, “Cât de mult știi despre el?” How much do you know about him?

Vlad shrugged. “Brunhilde nu mi-ar spune prea multe despre el. Presupun că nu am voie să știu.” Brunhilde would not tell me much about him. I assume I am not allowed to know.

Lydia smiled, and it was close to a slasher smile. “Pari tipul de om care nu-i place nu știe lucrurile.” You seem like the type of man who doesn't like not knowing things. She gave his shoulder a little nudge with her hand.

“Am înțeles de ce credeți că cale.” I understand why you think that way. Vlad took her hand and stroked one of her fingers with his thumb, admiring the digits like someone admiring a delicate work of art. “Dar, eu trebuie să accepte că nu voi ști mai multe lucruri.” But, I must accept that I will never know many things.

That sort of made sense. Vampires do not automatically know everything.

“Te deranjează? Prietenia mea cu el?” Does it bother you? My friendship with him?

Vlad kissed her fingers. “Brunhilde mi-a spus că mănâncă insecte. El nu este un rival.” Brunhilde told me he eats bugs. He is not a rival.

“And he fucking stinks too.” Lydia tried to pull her hand away from him, but he tugged her hand back to his mouth and kept kissing. She tried not to be bother by it. “El a fost un nemernic pentru mine când am fost un copil, dar a devenit protector de mine.” He was a jerk to me when I was a child, but he became protective of me.

Her red sleeve seemed to complement his dark sleeve. She wondered if he really thought that she complemented him.

His free hand went under her chin, and he kissed her lips. Then he kissed her cheek. After he kissed her ear, he said calmly, “I wanted to lock you in a room and gag your mouth, but Brunhilde told me your little demon could find you eventually.”

Lydia pulled away from him and crossed her arms, looking away from him. Her nose wrinkled. “He's been looking out for me! He saved my life several times!”

“Yes, she told me he would never hurt you, and I listen to everything she tells me.” Vlad gripped one of her arms and pulled her to him. Lydia put her palms on his chest and looked up at his face. His eyes were … sad … and Lydia suddenly felt sad too. “Lydia, vă par să atragă creaturi supranaturale.” Lydia, you seem to attract supernatural creatures.

True, your average person didn't even get to see a real ghost in their whole life.

Lydia didn't know what to tell him, except for this, “I'm just strange and unusual.”

His eyes seemed happy again, tighter and brighter. “Îmi place asta.” I like that. He nuzzled her ear and asked very, very quietly. “Ești menstruație?” Are you menstruating?

Her mouth opened so quickly it was like someone yanked her jaw down with a string. She would've given him a decently angry response, but his fingertip pushed her jaw back up and he kissed her lips again. She shivered when he said to her, “Știați că sângele menstrual are un gust foarte frumos?” Did you know that menstrual blood tastes very nice?

Lydia decided it was appropriate to wrench herself out of his arms and walk off. He let her go free, but he was laughing a little, his eyes glued to her throat and shoulders. She wasn't really paying attention, and she was shocked when she bumped into Claire Brewster's back. When Claire turned around her face was similar to a soft orange peel being pressed, uncomfortable looking and angry. A large dark splotch was on her pretty pink dress. It seemed that Lydia had made her spill her drink onto her dress.

Lydia put her hands up a little in a defensive gesture. “I'm so sorry!”

There was an awkward moment where they didn't speak, didn't even move. Then, Claire threw her plastic cup onto the floor, flinging the liquid out. Screaming, she then lunged at Lydia with clawed hands. Lydia had the good sense to get away before she could be touched; she took a bit of her long dress in her hand to keep from tripping as she ran off. She found a bathroom and locked herself inside.

She stayed in there until Mihai knocked on the door, asking if she was okay. He didn't ask about Claire, if he had noticed her. He didn't need to ask, because Lydia blurted out, “I couldn't let her touch me! Vlad would ruin her!”

Mihai tapped her nose with a little feather duster. “Would that be a bad thing?” He winked.

Lydia shook her head. “I'd never forgive myself. She's some dumb bitch, not a villain.” She heard someone shout out something. It was Claire, and she was still pissed. “Shit!” Lydia tried to run off again, but Mihai simply took her hand and walked her right past Claire, giving the woman a bold look that seemed to dare her to do anything violent. Claire narrowed her eyes, but she didn't lunge at anyone again.

The rest of the party went on without incident, except that Vlad said that Lydia hadn't been eating enough, and he kept pushing food onto her, sometimes literally into her mouth. When the party was over, Lydia wanted to leave with her parents, but Vlad insisted that she spent the night again. Lydia told him no, but he squeezed her arm tightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to let her know that he didn't want an argument. So, Lydia complied.

Later that night, when Lydia was sitting on a bed in a guest room, wearing a bathrobe and combing her recently dried hair, Vlad knocked on the door. She told him to come in.

Vlad was wearing simple black slacks and a white dress shirt. Why a dress shirt, she didn't know. He sat down beside her and took her comb to get her attention. He set the comb on a nightstand and then took her hands in his. “Te rog, spune-mi ce vrei cel mai mult. Eu vă voi da tot ce vrei.” Please, tell me what you want the most. I will give you anything you want.

She knew he was referring to something material, something enough money could get.

She also knew she couldn't say what she wanted.

Lydia looked away, and removed her hands to push them into her lap.

“Domniţă!” Vlad firmly said as he took her hands again. That word meant princess or sweetheart. “Nu m-ai auzit? Eu vă voi da tot ce vrei!” Didn't you hear me? I will give you anything you want!

“Nu, nu va fi,” Lydia said with almost the same firmness. No, you won't.

His jaw ticked. Then he shoved her into the mattress, held her wrists at the sides of her head. He bent over her, his face close to hers. The lines in his face looked deeper, and he seemed to look a bit more than middle-aged. His eye brows were curved in anger. He didn't yell at her, though. He spoke very quietly, almost whispered. “De ce mă acuzi?” What are you accusing me of?

She looked up at him with unimpressed eyes. “Refuzi să-mi dai ceea ce vreau.” You refuse to give me what I want.

“Poate ar trebui să-mi spui ce nu vrei?” Perhaps you should tell me what you don't want? Vlad released his wrists, but gripped her shoulders. His words were a bit faster than before.

She wanted to scream at him the word tu. Tu meant you. Instead, she said, “Get the hell off of me.”

He obeyed and stood up. Lydia got off of the bed too. As she walked to the exit door, thinking she'd merely ask him to leave, an impulsive feeling reddened her face and she felt that she needed to say it. She opened the door, kept her back to Vlad, and said, “Tu.”

Then she ran down the hallway. She heard him scream as if scalded. It was a terrible sound that made her flinch, but she still ran.

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