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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 39
A Sad Rage

Vlad kissed her again that night, when they were alone in his bedroom.

Yet, Lydia felt nauseous; the word rapist kept flashing through her mind like a siren.

“I can't,” she told him. “I just can't. I can't … I can't touch you right now.”

He knew what she meant by “touch.”

“I understand … but please do not remove yourself from me completely. I enjoy walking with you too much.”

Well, she was still technically his girlfriend.

***

There was a couple from the country club that showed a strange interest in Lydia and her lover. The couple was married, a man and a woman, known as The Averys; they were roughly in middle age. Lydia didn't particularly like the couple. The man was Caleb Avery, a tall one with richly tanned skin and slightly thinning blond hair. He had a mouth that made Lydia uncomfortable. He had a habit of licking his lips at inappropriate times, and when he smiled he did it so obviously that it seemed he wanted to display all of his perfect teeth. The woman was Bekki Avery, a shorter but curvy one, with a lighter skin tone, and long straight brown hair. She was a little older than her husband, or at least Lydia assumed she was. Bekki didn't seem to want anyone to assume that, judging by the way she dressed. The woman wore the loudest, shortest, littlest dresses Lydia had ever seen on a middle aged woman. Now, there is absolutely nothing wrong with an older woman wearing such dresses, but Mrs. Avery seemed to think they were the only thing she was allowed to wear. Lydia knew that if she ever saw that woman in a pair of pants she would be very surprised.

Lydia heard them mention a child of theirs once, a little girl. Strange, they didn't really talk about their daughter much at all. Lydia never really thought about it much, but every once in a while, she found herself thinking, “Oh wait … they have a kid, don't they? I almost forgot.” She had never seen a photograph of the kid.

These were real butt kissers (which wasn't really odd or weird), and something about Vlad they just liked. Thanks to her relationship with Vlad, they at least pretended to like Lydia. The Averys always invited them to dinner. Vlad had never shown any interest in them, and he seemed to notice Lydia's lack of interest too, because he would usually look at her face before declining an invitation.

One day Caleb Avery made a promise of Blackberry-Raspberry Truffle Cake. Lydia turned to Vlad and asked him, “Vrei să gust un pic din asta?” Do you want to taste a little of that?

Vlad told her, “Nu, dar vă place tortul. De ce nu ar trebui sa mergem?” No, but you like cake. Why shouldn't we go?

The Averys lived in a very nice house. They served a very nice little dinner. Mr. Avery kept trying to convince Vlad to invest in something with him. Lydia wanted to make a facepalm every time Mr. Avery mentioned it.

Lydia noticed the absence of photographs of a child in the house. More importantly, there seemed to be an absence of a child. It wasn't too late in the evening. Was the kid sleeping anyway?

When dessert was served, Lydia found that the Blackberry-Rasberry Truffle Cake was indeed fantastic.

She didn't get to enjoy more than two forkfuls of the cake, because after she had swallowed the second forkful a little girl of maybe eight years walked into the dining room; keep in mind that Lydia actually likes children. Lydia wasn't sure if the girl's movements could truly be called walking. The girl moved very slowly, as if moving the muscles in her thighs caused her pain. She was wearing a simple and short dark pink cotton dress, and nothing else. The dress was stained with … something kind of white with maybe a yellow tint. The frightening part was how discolored her skin looked in some places, and the fact that the girl had a black eye, and something that looked like a lover's bite on her ankle.

She looked so sad … and afraid … but she was brave enough to say in a soft little voice, “Mommy, my pee hurts.”

Lydia looked at Vlad.

Vlad looked at Bekki, which made sense since she was the child's mother. Vlad had a very stiff and glassy look in his eyes.

Bekki apologized, saying, “Kids are silly sometimes.” She left the table and took the little girl's hand. She pulled, the girl out of sight.

And then there was a loud slapping sound, and then the horrible sound of a girl screeching.

Lydia bolted from her seat. She saw the girl in a corner, crying. Bekki, the mother, was looking quite menacing.

It grew, a feeling, like hatred, like anger, like outrage. A tingling sensation was in her throat, and her face burned.

Like fury.

Lydia lunged towards Bekki, and she screamed at Bekki. She didn't know what she was screaming. She punched any part of Bekki she could find, pulled her beautiful long hair, shoved her into the walls. Bekki fought back too. Lydia felt the pain. There was even pain in punching her.

She just wanted that bitch to suffer.

And when she was done, she'd go after the dad.

Vlad pulled her away, shouting, “Ascunde în casa mea! Voi suna CPS!” Hide in my house! I'll call CPS!

She didn't want to stop hurting the mother. Lydia tried to pull away from him. “Vreau ca acesti monstri teapa ca kebab frigărui!” I want these monsters impaled like shish kabobs!

Suddenly Lydia felt more pain, and she fell back. Caleb Avery had punched her in the face, even when she had been restrained by Vlad. That was when Vlad shouted at her again, demanding that she leave. Then he punched Caleb hard enough to knock him out.

Well, he was more experienced in the art of hurting people. Damn it.

“Sper să le violeze cu bețe de hochei!” I hope you rape them with hockey sticks! Lydia screamed that statement out at him. Vlad just threw his car keys at her.

Lydia really didn't want to leave. She wanted to see more pain. She left, however, and drove to the mansion.

***

She kept ice to her cheek for a while. That's where most of the force went. Caleb probably wasn't a professional fighter. Her face hurt for a long time, and it looked swollen and bruised, but it wasn't too nasty a punch. She was more worried about her hands. They were injured, not broken in anyway, but really sore and bleeding in some places.

Vlad came home at midnight. At that time, Lydia was sleeping in his bedroom, wearing a nightgown. He woke her up, smiling down at her. He had turned on a lamp (which was fairly new, like most of the things in the recently renewed bedroom). He looked rather handsome and refreshed.

“Am un cadou pentru tine.” I have a gift for you. He seemed to be hiding it behind his back.

Lydia rubbed her eyes and sat up. “The fuck? What is it?”

He gave her a cone with a scoop of ice cream. Lydia smiled at him. Who could deny something like that? She took the treat and licked at it. Vlad patted her head and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Vlad sighed, and then he said, “Asta a fost o experiență ciudată. Mama a fost o prostie, ea nu știa cum să fie discret.” That was an odd experience. The mother was stupid; she didn't know how to be discreet. “Tatăl a fost molestat copilul. Mama a dat vina pe copil.” The father had been molesting the child. The mother blamed the child.

After a few more licks, Lydia said, “Some people are sick fucks.” Then she held her ice cream carefully, resting her hands in her lap. She remembered what she felt a few hours ago. Lydia looked down at the ice cream, feeling a little bit afraid to look at Vlad's eyes.

“I had a … a creepy feeling … when I went after that bitch.”

Vlad nodded.

Lydia swiped a little bit of ice cream onto her finger. She licked that little bit away.

“Are you becoming a sadist, Amantă?” Vlad asked her with a tone that was too light. He was probably teasing her. That last word he used was a term of affection, could have meant “sweetheart” or “mistress.”

“No, no, no … I don't think … no.” She pulled her cone up to take another lick at it. “I was too … I … I was just … I don't know.” Lydia shrugged. “It was like I was heartbroken, but go angry that I couldn't cry. I wanted to hear that bitch wail. I wanted to hear her husband wail too.” She glanced at him, but quickly put her focus back to her ice cream. “Do you ever feel that?”

“I have.” He said it so flippantly. It was like he thought this was the most juvenile conversation ever, and he was merely humoring her. He was still smiling too.

Lydia didn't have the energy to argue with him about his attitude. “I guess … I guess for you it's amplified, because … well … you can actually understand what it's like to be … to be that kind of victim.” She bit into her ice cream. “Hey, what happened to that family?”

“I will not tell you.” He gave her a quick kiss, and then he stole a lick of her ice cream.

Her eyebrow quirked. “Do I want to know?”

“No.” He winked at her. “The girl is safe. She will be taken to a new home.”

“Okay, I believe you.” She would have taken another bite of her ice cream, but Vlad snatched it from her and pushed it on top of her head, pretty much giving her an interesting cone hat.

It was fucking cold. Lydia's nostrils flared. “Why the fuck did you do that?”

He had on one of his wicked grins. “Ești încântătoare atunci când ești furios.” You're delightful when you're angry.

He certainly received much delight. Lydia chased him around the room with a dildo (and yes, there were dildos in Vlad's bedroom), trying to whack him in the head with it, and hoping that his son would hear the noise and investigate. That would've been funny as hell, seeing Mihai's confused face as he saw his father being smacked in the head with a dildo. Unfortunately for her, Mihai was out. Prudence was around, though. She investigated, saw what was going on, and laughed her cute little head off.

When Lydia was tired, she gave up and tossed the dildo over her shoulder. She washed up and then went back to bed, with a laughing Vlad following her.

He laid himself down beside her, cuddled up to her too. Lydia told him, “I think I understand why you did those things.”

“Hmmmm ...” Vlad was sniffing her still damp hair. “Remember, I was also following orders, given to me by the only one who has authority over me.”

“I don't wanna talk about it, okay? I wanna forget about it.”

“Asta e bine.” That's fine.

She nodded, even though she didn't need to. Then she mumbled, “I wish it was always that easy to notice a kid being abused.”

***

A prince with green skin rested very well in his charming little royal bedroom. He was actually very peaceful. Moonlight brightened his room. Then dark clouds slowly appeared, as if something was squeezing them out from the ceiling. There was lightning.

Startled, he awakened.

“What? I wasn't having a nightmare! Not even a sad dream!”

Yet, it rained. Normally that only happened when he had more negative emotions in his heart.

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