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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 40

Little Bits of Randomness

Charles Deetz was eating lunch with his wife Delia in the living room of their home, watching news on their television, when they heard the strangest bit of information.

In Taiwan, people were reporting that the sky went pure white, but only for a minute. The whiteness faded away, and the sky alternated between chartreuse, royal purple, cherry blossom pink, and finally, pantone orange, until it went back to a normal color. This all happened within three minutes. Scientists suggested some sort of gas leak, and an investigation was happening. The photographs of the sky, and the videos, were both beautiful and disturbing.

The couple also learned that something bizarre happened in Saudi Arabia. A member of the Committee for the Defense of Human Rights in the Arabian Peninsula was doing nothing horrible at all when this thing happened. He was sleeping. For some weird reason, his skin turned an olive color, with weird stripes like a tiger's, only the stripes were a yellow color. The man went to several doctors, and there was no satisfactory explanation for the strange pigmentation. The coloring disappeared, bit by bit, and eventually disappeared in a few days.

This was freaking weird.

***

It was snowing. The grass was still visible, but the snow was certainly making its mark. It was a lovely Sunday morning, terribly cold, but lovely. The sky was so pale, and everything looked brighter against it.

Lydia was walking around the now dead garden in the large backyard of the mansion. She was holding an umbrella, a pretty umbrella that had been designed by a French person. It was a soft purple color with maybe a gray tinge, and there was a wide border of white lace with a flowery design. It wasn't actual lace. It was painted onto the tough fabric of the unbrella. Sometimes Lydia thought it looked real.

Her long and fitted black coat was warm, and the lining was soft. Her dark red pants felt just snug enough. Her black boots had faux fur inside them. She felt like her feet were cuddling with something. The snow made typical crunchy sounds as she walked. It was otherwise pretty quiet.

It was a cliche thing to do, but she held out her gloved hand to catch the snow.

Prudence was gone again. Brunhilde had her taken away.

Again.

Prudence didn't talk about what had been going on. Lydia had never asked her. She asked Mihai instead. Mihai told her, “Brunhilde is trying to desensitize her to violence.” He didn't tell her anything else.

Lydia really hoped this … this process … didn't involve injuring Prudence.

“Bună ziua!” That was a way of greeting someone, like, “Good Morning,” “Good Afternoon,” or even “How are you?”

She turned her head and noticed Vlad walking up to her. “Nu ar trebui sa dormi?” Shouldn't you be sleeping?

He walked up beside her. He was wearing a bathrobe and pajama pants, with bedroom slippers. “Vreau o petrecere de Crăciun. Ce părere ai de asta?” I want a Christmas party. What do you think of that?

“Nu e Crăciunul încă,” was her response to that. It's not Christmas yet.

Vlad brushed a bit of snow off of her fancy umbrella, not seeming to care that his hand was bare. “Un partid trebuie să fie planificate, nu? Am avut un vis frumos despre Crăciun. Vreau lumini, copaci, și cadouri.” A party must be planned, no? I had a beautiful dream about Christmas. I want lights, trees, and presents.

Lydia shrugged. “Your money, Dude. Do what you want.”

He kissed her cheek, and then he excused himself.

***

“Why the fuck is it snowing at my house?!”

Beetlejuice was completely uncertain as to what to do.

It wasn't even chilly outside. Nobody else experienced snowy weather. Yet, on all the land Beetlejuice owned, it snowed.

He was just outside his front yard, under very pleasant sunlight, watching a cloud over his home drop snow. It had been there for a good ten minutes.

His neighbors didn't even bother to ask what was going on. They assumed it was something Beetlejuice had done. He had a habit of causing supernatural trouble.

But … he knew he hadn't done shit.

And then it just stopped. The cloud evaporated. The snow did so too. It looked like it had never snowed at all.

Just … what the ever loving fuck?

***

Cea mai frumoasă femeie din lume. The most beautiful woman in the world.

That's what Vlad believed he was looking at that night.

Her body on his bed, her limbs were spread out, her back arching. His fingers were inside her, pressing against a hidden little spot. How delightful her whines were … and the way her muscles pulsed around his fingers … minunat. Lovely.

He bent over her, licked her nipple and sucked on it, felt her body's trembles.

Vlad's bare back had a shivery feeling in it, as if someone was stroking the center with a piece of ice.

She had obviously changed her mind about him, again.

“Am nevoie de el!” I need it! “Please!”

So, he removed his fingers and laid down on his back. He guided her onto him. When she pressed her vagina over his penis, he thought he just might purr like a cat. When she moved her hips back and forth, grinding, he tried not to pierce the flesh of her hips with his fingernails.

Strâns, atât de strâns, aproape dureros. Tight, so tight, almost painful.

“Vlad! I … I, I, I, aaaaiiiiii ...”

She wasn't really thinking about what she was saying. Something about that was delightful.

She was so tight. He was starting to lose grip on reality. He didn't even remember what her name was anymore. He tried not to move his hips upwards. That would ruin the timing.

“E ...”

“Yes!” Lydia was moving faster, putting her palms on his chest.

He gasped at his realization. He almost said her name.

He almost said the name of Mihnea's mother.

“Vlad! I can't … I can't! Ooooooooh ...”

“Aaaaaah ...” Vlad reached up to her breasts; he kneaded them, feeling himself tighten up.

“Fucking … aahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” She moved so irregularly then, panting, sounding high pitched. Her inner muscles pulsed around him at such a fantastic pace!

Ce este că mirosul oribil? What is that horrible stench?

It was like … old gym clothes … something dead … and something else.

Well, that killed the erection.

“Vlad?” She was a little dazed, and certainly confused. “Hmmm?” Then she made a sniffing sound. “Oh ...”

Lydia slid off of him and turned on a lamp.

Standing in a corner of the bedroom, with broad eyes and a dropped jaw, looking as disheveled as ever, was Beetlejuice.

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