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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 44
Playing Around

Mihai left the party for a bit to go to a bathroom, but he was surprised to find a serene looking Brunhilde holding a quiet and frightened looking woman up on a wall by her throat. Then, Brunhilde dragged the woman out of the room and down an empty hallway.
Odd.
Mihai assumed Brunhilde was doing some investigating … or maybe that particular victim just pissed Brunhilde off.
When Mihai was finished with his bathroom business, he went to find Prudence, but for some reason he couldn't. He went to his father and asked him, “L-ai văzut pe Prudence?” Have you seen Prudence?
Vlad was stroking Lydia's hand and whispering things to her when Mihai interrupted him. He gave his son a short nod. “Am vorbit cu ea câteva momente în urmă. Am văzut B. prea.” We spoke to her a few moments ago. I saw B. too.
“Am văzut curva trage cineva de o baie,” Mihai informed. I saw the bitch drag someone out of a bathroom.
“Okay, what?” Lydia gave both men curious looks. “Is Brunhilde doing something in this house?”
They didn't answer her. Vlad just spoke to Mihai concerning this issue. “Textul ei, idiotule!” Text her, idiot! He went back to whispering things to Lydia.
Mihai rolled his gray eyes and walked off, taking out his cell phone. He asked in a text, “Where are you?”
Prudence replied almost immediately. “B. Has me. Be back soon.”
Great, just what did that bitch want Prudence to do?
Mihai took a glass of eggnog and chugged it down. Then he sat down and ogled pretty men and women. He felt pretty bored and slightly tense without the snuggly and cuddly Prudence rubbing her face on him.
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“Come on, now, won't take much of your time,” Brunhilde told Prudence with a light and breathy voice.
They were in a darker part of the backyard, hidden by snow covered bushes and statues. A woman was quiet, but shivering, her wrists and feet bound by chains, kneeling. Her head was up, neck straight, eyes closed, tape on her mouth. She seemed to know exactly what was going to happen, and she seemed to know that there was no way of escaping, and nobody would come for her. She seemed to accept it, even if she probably wasn't happy.
“I … don't want to,” replied Prudence.
Prudence was the one holding the sword. She wasn't used to holding swords. Swords are heavy. Brunhilde had her hand over Prudence's, prepared to help her.
“You are only hurting her, making her suffer through the wait,” Brunhilde said, leaning in to softly speak into her ear. “You need to kill someone, Prudence, someone who deserves it.”
Shaking her head, feeling tears bloom, Prudence said, “I don't even know what she did.”
“But, I know, Sweetness. That's all you need to know.” Brunhilde lifted the sword with Prudence's hand. “You will not be dismissed until her head falls.”
So, the blade licked the air, slicing through the victim's neck. The head fell down and made a soft noise against the snow. There was certainly blood, but not much got onto the women. Still, there was some blood.
They dropped the sword. Brunhilde patted Prudence's shoulder and told her to wash up and change into a different dress. Then Brunhilde said, “I'll shovel away the bloody snow, no worries. Don't worry about the corpse, either.”
Prudence bent over and vomited.
Brunhilde shook her head. “Another mess for me to clean up, just go.”
Prudence went to Mihai some time later, fresh and clean and wearing a new dress. She hugged him and said she had spilled food onto her dress. Mihai whispered that he imagined there probably wasn't any food on her dress.
***
Lydia decided that she needed to powder her nose, and so she went to a bathroom. Unlike Mihai, she didn't encounter anything strange or violent or both, but before she could do any bathroom related activities, Beetlejuice appeared in the mirror over the sink, his eyes halfway open and overall looking pretty tired.
“Heeeeeeey … Babe … what happened?”
“I was wondering when you'd wake up.” Lydia kissed her fingers and then tapped the mirror, right at Beetlejuice's cheek. “Took you long enough.”
“What happened?” he repeated gently.
“Well, Neitherworld and Earth was randomly getting juiced. Weird shit was going down. Brunhilde and I both tried calling you, and you wouldn't come. Brunhilde figured out you were trapped in the Between World. You were in a weird ball thing.”
“That doesn't make sense,” Beetlejuice fairly mumbled. He yawned.
“Well, it happened,” insisted Lydia, smiling at him. “I'm just glad everything's okay. I wish I knew why it happened, but if you don't know, how can I?”
He trembled, but then he yawned again, making a little show of it with his long purple tongue. “I gotta get some more sleep. I feel like … like someone tried to take all my juice.”
“So, you're a fruit?” She winked at him.
“Yeah … yeah. I'm a durian, and you're a peach.” He faded away then.
Lydia smiled again, feeling like a tiny bit of normalcy had returned to her. She thought that she might be a peach, a split peach.
***
Vlad wanted to kiss her, a lot. He held her in a corner, near a small Christmas tree, and kissed her. Lydia asked him to calm down; some people were watching. Vlad merely said, “Ei bine, ei vor urmări. Eu nu mi-e rușine.” Well, they will watch. I'm not ashamed.
So, he kissed her so deeply that Lydia experienced a weird shivery sensation in her legs, as if they were melting. She gripped his shoulders; his suit felt almost slick. She started clawing at him, and she wasn't even sure why. One of Vlad's hands pressed into her bare back, while the other went to her throat, fingers stretching over her cheek.
Hoping her parents weren't around to see, Lydia moaned, and she knew she was blushing. He just kept kissing her.
Then, rather abruptly, he just stopped. He put his forehead to hers, staring down at her, with a playful something in his eyes. Lydia didn't want to know what that something was.
And he just … left her there.
He kissed her forehead, said he had to do something, and left her there.
Her hand on her bosom, feeling a little bit disoriented, she tried to watch him walk off. After a few moments, she regained her sense of reality and walked in the direction Vlad had taken. He had gone to the main Christmas tree, asked Mrs. Brewster to follow him. He had three presents for the Brewster family, and he put on quite a friendly grin as he gave them to the woman.
Lydia wondered if he was going to do to Mrs. Brewster what he did to Claire. She also wondered if Claire's parents knew about the video. Maybe they did, but tried to keep people quiet about it. As far as everyone knew, it wasn't on the Internet. Other than eye witnesses, there is no proof of the video's existence.
Yet, the Brewster couple still kissed Vlad's ass like it was a Sweetheart. Maybe they didn't want to tick him off and tempt him into putting the video on the web. Even if they tried to sue him, he could still do it, and Claire's reputation, whatever her reputation was, would be ruined, making the lawsuit useless. Once something's on the Internet, even if it's illegal, it can keep circulating.
Vlad noticed her and gestured for her to come, calling out her name. Feeling a bit like a dog, Lydia came to him. He picked out a box and asked Lydia to open it. “I am not patient this evening,” he said, almost sounding like he was apologizing. “I need you to open one gift before Christmas Day.”
Why she had to open it in front of Mrs. Brewster and anyone else at the party who was curious, Lydia didn't fully understand. She shrugged and opened it anyway. Vlad, being a gentleman, folded the wrapping paper and put it aside for her. The present turned out to be a Louis Vuitton evening bag with a loose golden chain handle.
She really didn't like the gift. She thought the bag was boring. Still, when Mrs. Brewster and several others clapped and gave their ooohs and aaahhs, Lydia grinned and kissed Vlad. She thanked him and put the golden chain handle on her shoulder. She paraded a bit in front of him and kissed him again.
That was when Mrs. Brunhilde invited them to a small dinner at the Brewster's mansion; the dinner would take place in a few days. Lydia turned to Vlad and purposely let her lips tremble, attempting to look afraid. Vlad didn't take the hint. He accepted the invitation, which made Lydia turn around and make a facepalm.
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