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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 36
Lie. Live.

Author's Note: I will use Japanese and Italian, but I don't understand these languages. Sorry for any mistakes.

Everything was absolutely perfect; that was what Lydia worked hard to make all the outsiders believe.

Yes, they were outsiders. They were outside this strange and painful group Lydia was trapped in. She had to make them believe that she was living in a more delightful kind of fairy tale.

At this small but formal dinner party at the mansion, with a few members of the country club as the guests, Lydia was putting on her best Stepford Smile. According to Vlad, Mihai and Prudence were out having their own fun, shopping and eating out and even enjoying a comedy club. So, it was up to Lydia to be the pretty and perfect girlfriend of the rich man, almost a housewife, apparently. She couldn't rely on someone else to be cheerful.

Whenever she told a joke to a guest, she tried to be both funny and sexy, without being flirty (because she really didn't want to make anyone think she wasn't in perfect love). She made certain that her mild mermaid shaped gown was never stained by the delicious food and drinks. She made certain that she even displayed her hands elegantly, showing off her single ring, which was a simple pearl cocktail ring. Sometimes, Lydia glanced at something reflective to see if the strand of pearls at her throat was set properly. Every time Vlad affectionately touched her hair, she tried to discreetly check and see if he had dislodged some part of it. When Lydia wasn't occupied with something or someone, she looked at Vlad with the best mild smile she could make, sometimes relaxing her eyelids a bit to make a dreamy look.

At the end of the party, Vlad put Lydia's brand new coat on her shoulders and they walked outside to say wave goodbye at the leaving guests. The night was cool, and Lydia thought that Vlad's body felt very hot in comparison. So, she leaned into him.

“Te iubesc,” Vlad whispered to her. I love you.

“Eu încă nu înțeleg de ce,” Lydia replied, shrugging. I still don't understand why.

“Mulți oameni te invidiez acum, și mulți oameni le-ar invidia dacă ar ști adevărul.” Many people envy you now, and many people would envy you if they knew the truth.

Lydia moved away from him and said with a sigh, “Vrei să faci sex sau nu?” Do you want to have sex or not?

***

A woman, a man, and a teenager were shot in their own home. The man was Alessio Passerini.

Brunhilde didn't stop the shooting. She pitied the teenager a bit, but the death was quick and at least the poor kid didn't have to become the next mob boss (which was probably what the shooters wanted). She did let herself into the house after the shooters left.

She checked out the woman. She was dead. She checked out the teenager even though she knew he was dead. Then Brunhilde went to Alessio Passerini. Like his family members, he was shot in the head.

Yet, he was technically alive. She could sense it. However, he was going to die in a few moments.

Brunhilde had a backpack on. She opened it and pulled out bottles of blood, her blood. She always made sure she had a lot of her blood available. Her blood was more useful than a vampire's, and vampire blood had its uses.

She twisted a cap off of a bottle and poured the blood onto the bullet wound.

Normally, if someone survives a shot to the head, there is often such brain damage that the victim could be in a coma or at least be disabled.

Her sadism wouldn't allow that.

***

Alessio Passerini woke up in an unfamiliar motel room, wearing nothing but a bathrobe. He was obviously startled, but he was also confused to see a woman with wild blood colored hair sitting in a chair next to the smelly bed.

“Good evening, Mr. Passerini.” She smiled at him in an almost sexy way, lazy and relaxed but still aggressive.

“Where the fuck am I?”

Brunhilde tilted her head and her smile grew wider, suddenly not sexy, suddenly creepy. “You are in a motel room. I saved your life.”

“What?!” He adjusted his body and sat on the edge of the mattress.

“See those two suitcases, and those shoes?” Brunhilde gestured towards those objects, which were in a corner. “They're yours now. Clothes and money.”

“I don't get it.”

“Baka!” (馬鹿!) That was Japanese for idiot. Brunhilde didn't normally say random Japanese words when speaking another language, but she had been communicating with a Japanese vampire recently and she thought she'd play with the word. “You were assassinated by your own family. Your wife and child are dead. You would be dead too if I didn't save you.”

Alessio's face lost some elasticity. “Merda.” That was Italian for shit.

“I'm the bitch who cut off one of your boys' legs.”

He tried to lunge at her then, but she put her palm on his forehead and shoved him back onto the mattress. “I want you to live, Alessio.”

“What the fuck is up with you?!”

“I want you to live,” she repeated, bending over and pushing her palms into his chest, pinning him to the bed. He stared up at her, not understanding what she was doing. “I want you to go on with your life, live every day, knowing that if you go back to your family they will kill you, knowing that your wife and child are dead, all because of your ego.” Brunhilde snapped her teeth at him. When he flinched, she giggled a bit. “Live, Alessio. Live in this little hell you made.”

She moved off of him and exited the room, and she offered him no more help or information than what she had already given him.

***

Vlad offered Lydia a little marijuana one evening, soon after a bit of fucking one night. She refused, and then asked if he was going to smoke some. He told her that years ago he tried it, but he found it quite boring.

“Well, why did you get some?” Lydia asked him.

“I thought you might like to smoke some,” he told her. He didn't insist at all. “I think I will dispose of this, then.”

On a Saturday afternoon, Lydia saw Prudence accidentally drop a small bag of weed. Lydia ignored it. It was just weed.

On a Sunday evening, Lydia was typing on her laptop at her home when she got an email from Bertha, claiming Mihai was taking Prudence and her on a shopping trip in a few days, and Lydia was invited. Lydia politely declined.

On a Monday night, she got a text from Vlad.

“The Passerini family is finished with your family.”

Lydia laughed at that. She didn't have to be afraid of gangsters anymore. Nope. Now she just had to convince a vampire with a needy personality to dump her, since the reason why he was protecting her is gone.

That just wasn't going to happen very easily. The man was a firm thing.

Lydia texted back to Vlad, “I'll tell my dad.”

Of course, Charles was nearly energetic as he cheered the good news. He hugged Lydia and kissed her cheeks. Then he said, “Will that man leave you alone now?”

She shook her head, and Charles' good cheer evaporated.

“He says he loves me, Dad.”

Charles patted his daughter's shoulder. “Well … well you are loveable, Pumpkin.” His face wasn't so comforting; he was pretty much wilted.

“I'm a kept woman now, Dad.”

“Do you want to be a kept woman?”

Lydia shrugged. “Well, not his kept woman. Crazy guy asked me to marry him, ring and everything.”

“If he asked you to marry him, you're not a kept woman. You're just a high maintenance girlfriend.” Charles still looked wilted.

***

Vlad asked her to go out to dinner with her, and she felt like she had to agree. So, Lydia put on one of her plainer knee-length dresses, a cool gray with a scoop neckline, butterfly sleeves. She didn't wear any jewelry. She put on simple flat black shoes and put her hair in a braid.

She was pretty under-dressed in the restaurant. It was a formal place. Vlad was dressed flashier than her. He was wearing a lovely dark blue suit with a gold colored shirt and black tie. He had a particularly sparkly jewel on his tie. His wavy brown hair was pulled back with an old fashioned looking thin ribbon.

Vlad welcomed her with his usual attitude towards her. He kissed her and squeezed her hands and arms. He pulled out her seat for her. Once they both had ordered from the menus, Vlad told her all sorts of things. He told her how he was considering having a house built for both of them to live in, without Mihai and Prudence. He mentioned that Claire Brewster was engaged to marry someone. Vlad said the unlucky man was probably a very patient man, and so probably very admirable, perhaps the reincarnation of a monk or saint. Vlad also said that he managed to get a promise of invitations for the wedding through Mrs. Brewster's insistence.

“I do believe that woman wants to have sex with me,” Vlad whispered to Lydia, his nose wrinkling in amusement. “She asked me to have coffee with her, and she touched my arm in a manner I did not approve of.”

Lydia nodded. “Please use a condom.”

Vlad blinked, his mouth opening only slightly, almost smiling. He moved his head in a curious way, suggesting that he was surprised. “You assume I would do as Mrs. Brewster's wishes?”

“She's pretty.” Lydia shrugged and put her hands in her lap.

“I have you.” He held out his hand on the table, palm upwards. Vlad evidently wanted her hand, but Lydia didn't put her hand in his.

“I don't need you to have me.” Lydia's eyes went down to the edge of the table. She lowered her voice. “My family's not in danger right now. I can give you almost everything you bought for me, can't give back food I ate. I can give you back the money you gave me for school. If I could give you more to make you understand that I don't want any more of this, I would.”

He didn't speak for a few minutes. Lydia was quiet too.

The server came with the food. Vlad thanked the server curtly. Then he said to Lydia, “What disqualifies me in your eyes?”

“Too old for me,” Lydia said immediately, turning her head a bit.

“You are an adult, nobody is too old for you.” He waved his hands in a dismissive gesture. “Another disqualification?”

“You're controlling.”

Vlad pushed her plate a little closer to her. “Please eat your meal before it cools. Now, I know I am controlling, but people can learn, and I have learned many things. Allow me to learn how to become less controlling, and perhaps you can learn how to adjust yourself to a slightly dominant partner, or do you not desire someone who is slightly dominant?”

Well, Lydia knew she wasn't exactly dominant. She didn't know if she really wanted a dominant partner. She decided to ignore his question. “You break things when you're angry.”

“I admit that is a problem, but I only break things when I am angry and heartbroken. When I am angry, I find the source of my anger and unleash hell upon it.”

Lydia slid her plate close to the end of the table. She wasn't interested in it. “That's another disqualification. You're a bully.”

“I am a bully to those I hate. I hate Claire because she treats you poorly.”

“So that justifies you being a bully?”

“Da.” Yes.

Lydia put her fingertips to her forehead, just above her eye. “And there is that thing we will not talk about here.”

“Yes, that thing.” He nodded. “That thing is not a strain.”

“Not for you. You're a political butt kisser. You kissed the right butt and you have the easy life for eternity.”

Vlad smiled at her. “And so will you.”

“I don't think I can handle this thing we will not talk about here.”

“Mândră, o ia în considerare.” Sweetheart, consider it. He put a ring box on the table.

Lydia gave the box a snort instead of a smile. She folded her arms. “Nu se va deschide.” I won't open that.

“Lydia, you don't have to.”

“Good.” She slapped the box into Vlad's direction and slid her plate back to herself. “And I won't go out to dinner with you anymore.”

“I hope you will,” Vlad said, quite calm. “And, there is no need for you to return anything to me. Gifts are gifts, and gifts are not loans.”

Lydia rolled her eyes, but she decided this was a good start. He wasn't even speaking with a stern tone. She thought she'd get him to give up on her, if she just kept trying.

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