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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 47
Need
Author's Note: There will be some mild costume porn, as in overly elaborate descriptions of clothing.

It was a dark evening. The mansion was quiet.
Mihai was reading The Art of War in a drawing room. Prudence was taking a nap in his bedrooom.
Vlad was sitting alone in the kitchen, at the bar table, sipping at a glass of water. He had the composure of a calm, possibly medicated, bored person.
He really wanted to know where Lydia was. She wasn't answering his texts.
He waited in the kitchen for another fifteen minutes. He texted her again.
Lydia didn't respond.
Vlad texted her five minutes later. She responded with, “Sorry, my phone was off, be there soon.”
Ten minutes later, Lydia arrived at the mansion, apologetic, claiming to have gone to the Neitherworld. Vlad didn't really know much about the Neitherworld, but he accepted her excuse. He kissed her cheek and asked her if she would like a nice long bubble bath. She politely refused and said she'd rather watch TV.
He tried to seduce her into coming to bed with him.
She let him kiss her, let him hold her, and let him do pretty much anything he wanted.
Yet, she didn't seem to be very aggressive. It was as if she stopped caring.
***
Lydia didn't mind being around Ryan. He was pleasant with her, pleasant and average. Nothing about him shocked her or made her feel uncomfortable.
On a day when the snow was gone, but the air was still unforgiving, Ryan Street and Lydia Deetz wore warm and average clothes and walked in a mildly busy shopping district. They didn't hold hands. They barely ever made eye contact, but they talked.
“You love your boyfriend, right?”
Lydia said curtly, “I don't think so, but I like him.”
“So, you lie to him?”
They passed a bridal boutique. For some reason, noticing that store made Lydia shudder. “About that,” she told Ryan, “I never told him I love him. I even told him I don't want him.”
“Well, why are you with him?”
“Well, why am I talking to you?” Lydia playfully tugged on the long scarf he happened to be wearing. Ryan snatched his scarf back and stuck his tongue out at her. Lydia smiled. “I have plenty of people to talk to, you know. I have lots of friends. I don't exactly need you.”
“Do you need your boyfriend?”
Lydia stopped walking, and Ryan stopped too, looking at her with his eyebrows raised as if surprised. Lydia stared at her boots for a few seconds, and then she said, “I did, once, I think. I probably don't need him anymore.”
“Do you hear someone crying?” Ryan asked.
“Hm?” Lydia looked up, saw that Ryan was walking towards someone, and followed him.
It was a little boy, small enough to be in kindergarten. He was all alone. Ryan took charge, asked the little boy where his mother was.
“I dunno ...” the little boy whined.
Ryan stood near him and called the police on his cell phone. Soon, the police came to help him find his mother.
Lydia was mildly impressed at that.
Later, they went to their favorite cafe. Just as they had sat down, Lydia saw someone.
Brunhilde was sitting far off, but looking right at her, blinking slowly.
Lydia's throat was suddenly tingly, and she coughed. She excused herself to the public restroom. It had only three stalls and three sinks, and nobody else was in there, until Brunhilde walked into the restroom three seconds after Lydia.
Backing up a bit, staring at Brunhilde, Lydia said, “I'm not sleeping with him. I don't want to.”
Brunhilde didn't approach her, but she did roll her eyes. “Hey, I don't care.”
Lydia paused.
“You don't care?”
Scratching her head, Brunhilde repeated, “I don't care. So, don't have a panic attack.”
“Are you gonna tell Vlad?”
The red headed woman shrugged. “I don't need to. Why should I?”
“He'll kill the guy,” Lydia said, putting her arms around herself as if she was outside in the cold. “Ryan's not bad. He doesn't deserve any shit from Vlad.”
“He'll kill the guy if I say he may, but I don't care if he punches the guy in his face,” Brunhilde corrected. “I suppose another person might ask you why you have been seeing some random ordinary guy when you have a rich and not so ugly man cosseting you.”
Lydia tried not to allow guilt to show on her face, even though she sort of felt guilty.
“I also suppose you have a reason for talking to him,” Brunhilde told her. “I don't care what the reason is.”
“Well, I just ...”
Brunhilde interrupted her. “I said, I don't care. Now, if you end up popping your thighs open for Mr. Nobody, it'll be your fault if Vlad pitches a fit.”
“I … I know.” Lydia nodded.
Brunhilde left the restroom after Lydia said that. When Lydia went back to her seat, she couldn't see Brunhilde anywhere. Ryan was quite cheerful.
“So,” Ryan said, “What do you usually do with your boyfriend?”
Lydia didn't expect that question from him. “Uhm … usual stuff, I guess.”
Ryan nodded and asked, “Maybe I should meet him. I bet he's not a bad guy, might be a good friend.”
She smirked. “You just wanna kiss ass.”
“What's wrong with that?”
“Let's talk about something else.”
Ryan sipped at his drink, and then he asked if she liked animals. So, they talked about animals, and then she said goodbye.
***
It was good that night, the way Vlad pinned her to a bathroom wall, pushing his cock in and out of her.
It was pretty good, and she didn't mind forcing squeaky whines out of her throat.
Even though it was good, Lydia still faked an orgasm, because she was getting tired.
When she was resting on his bed, Vlad nudged her shoulder and asked, “Știați că un nou restaurant este deschis pentru afaceri??” Did you know that a new restaurant is open for business?
“Nu,” she said. No.
“Vreau să merg acolo sâmbătă. Vii cu mine?” I want to go there on Saturday. Will you join me?
It certainly wasn't a bad idea. She agreed to go, and he kissed her.
***
The place was a little small, but clean and bright. It was not a formal place, but Vlad wanted to look a little fancy anyway.
He wore a designer dark blue sweater, black denim pants, and expensive looking black loafer shoes. His pea coat was a gentle ash gray. Of course, he wore his fancy silver ring, that ring that looked like it was shaped like a dragon. Lydia had always thought that ring might have been important to him, since he wore it so much. He wore a ring on another hand, another silver piece with a few little diamond accents. His long dark hair was loose behind his back, and he seemed to have wanted Lydia to occasionally try to sniff him, because had had used a shampoo that left off a delicious aroma, like ginger and strawberries. Lydia most certainly tried to sneak in a sniff or two.
Only to herself, Lydia admitted that she was happy to walk with him into the restaurant. He had the air of a proud but tasteful king, made even better by his natural good posture and strong frame. For a not conventionally handsome man, he could be decent eye-candy. Even his sunglasses looked expensive. It was morning. Vlad wore sunglasses when he went about in the day, just like his son. Lydia had noticed other vampires doing that too.
Lydia had on a long gray sweater dress with a turtleneck collar. She had on thick black leggings and black boots. Her coat was a white quilted thing with a faux fur lined hood. She thought that maybe she looked a bit less important than he did. She wasn't wearing any jewelry, and barely any makeup. Her hair was a mess, and so she just put it in a low ponytail.
The waiter was very polite, very professional. Lydia liked him. She purposely smiled at him. Once they had taken their orders and the waiter was gone, Lydia said to Vlad, “Could you please give him a really great tip?”
Vlad nodded and said, “I would like to do that.”
They waited for their food.
And they waited.
Kept waiting.
Lydia started slumping in her seat. Vlad tried to play a word association game with her.
And they waited. Half of an hour passed.
Vlad got the waiter's attention and asked if there was a problem. The waiter looked a little worried, but he smiled and said he'd ask the chef. When the waiter returned, he said he was certain the food would be ready soon.
It wasn't ready soon. Fifteen minutes passed. Lydia's stomach growled. Her lips formed a childish pout. Vlad started drumming his long fingernails on the table.
Fifteen more minutes passed, and Vlad stood up. He certainly didn't blame the waiter for what was apparently a problem in the kitchen. He put down a $10 tip and asked Lydia to leave with him.
Before they could leave, the manager stopped them. He was a tall and slightly old man with a thick accent Lydia couldn't place. It was either Italian or Israeli … she wasn't sure. He started yelling at them, and Lydia really wondered if he had a mental illness. He was demanding that they pay for the meal, the meal they didn't even receive. Vlad stared at him, his eyes sharp as they narrowed. His lips looked looked thinner, and his jaw looked stiff.
The other customers were staring. Some of them looked amused. Some of them looked shocked.
When the manager threatened to call the police, that was when Vlad spoke up, or rather … yelled up.
“THEN, CALL THE POLICE!!!!” That was what he yelled.
Everybody in the restaurant was silenced. Vlad's statement sounded like something between a shout and a roar. Lydia had her palms on her ears, and she backed up towards the exit.
The manager's face paled, and he was jittery overall.
After a few seconds, Vlad turned to Lydia with an equable smile, as if he thought she was a sweet little baby that did something cute. He took her hand, kissed it, and lead her out of restaurant.
In the limousine, Lydia stayed very close to him. Vlad's booming voice repeated in her head several times, making her shiver.
She imagined the man could scare a lion away.
Why on earth was that sexy to her?
***
They went to another restaurant. It was nice little casual place. The waiter that came to them shocked Lydia.
It was Ryan Street. He was smiling. Evidently, he had gotten a new job.
Lydia's face turned cold and her throat tightened. She kept her eyes to her menu. Vlad didn't appear to notice her distress. He simply ordered his food. Lydia ordered, tried to sound normal, but she kept her eyes to the menu.
Ryan took the menus away, and when he left, Lydia felt a temporary relief. She became nervous again when Ryan returned with the food, but it was a brief feeling, because once again he left, as a waiter should have in that situation.
The food didn't taste as yummy as it would have if a heavy and guilty feeling didn't weigh down her stomach. When Vlad left a large tip, Lydia almost threw up in her mouth. She chewed on some minty gum in case bad breath tried to lurk.
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