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Chapter 49
Guilt of a Fool
Normally, when Lydia spent time with Ryan, she did so during the daytime. However, for some reason, he wanted to meet a little closer to the evening. He promised that this was the best cafe ever, and she just had to come.
Well, as she drove to the place, the first thing she noticed was that the neighborhood was a very small town with several closed and old looking buildings. The second thing she noticed was that the building at the address Ryan had given her didn't even look like a cafe. It looked like an abandoned little convenience store.She couldn't see anyone around.Now, Dear Reader, some people might have been suspicious, and would have chosen to drive back home.Keep in mind, Dear Reader, that Lydia was only eighteen years old at the time. While she wasn't the most naive person in the world, she wasn't immune to the occasional lack of proper judgment. Lydia Joyce Deetz, a very intelligent woman, forgot about common sense, and chose to exit her vehicle, in an unfamiliar town, looking for someone she had not known for very long. She knocked on the entrance door, and then she looked into a window. It looked empty in there. She saw her own reflection, and she even saw Beetlejuice. He was waving at her as if he wanted her to come over for cake and cookies, smiling and showing off his rotten teeth. “Hey, Babe, I'm getting kinda lonely!” She smiled at him.Then she noticed a third reflection of the window, an average looking man with a round nose. He had a pistol pointed at her head. He was sneaky, perfectly caught her by surprise. Beetlejuice's face turned cherry red, and his nostrils blew out fire.“Just come with me,” the unknown man instructed very quietly. “Come with me, and you won't get hurt.”God Fucking Damn It RYAN!!!!Lydia's hands turned into fists as she rapidly whispered, “Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice.”Beetlejuice's reflection, which apparently couldn't even be seen by the man, disappeared.The man's gun poofed into a fleshy, white and black striped, ugly creature with a long nose and large red eyes. There were long green teeth above the trigger, which had morphed into tiny hands gripping the man's finger.The man screamed, tried to shake the gun off of him, but Beetlejuice the Gun bit his finger. Lydia ran to her car. Once she was inside she started the car and drove as far away as she could. After five minutes, when she was confident that nobody was following her, she said out loud, “Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice.” She did this to put him back into the Neitherworld.Her cell phone rang. She knew it wasn't a wise thing to do, but she answered her cell phone while driving.“Lydia, where are you?”It was Brunhilde. When did she give Brunhilde her cell phone number?“What the hell is going on?” she asked Brunhilde.“Da fuck?”Lydia slowed down a little. She had been going too fast. “Brunhilde, someone tried to kidnap me at gunpoint! I had to call Beetlejuice! I'm driving to the mansion, now!”“Are you being followed?”“I don't think so.”“You could be followed and not know it,” insisted Brunhilde, “but, I'm at the mansion, so you're safest here. Most of them already know where Vlad lives.”“Who the hell is 'them?'” Lydia yelled.“Vampires, Love. Rebelling vampires. They know I disappeared when I left Vlad with my heart. They just don't know exactly where. They also know you were with me. If Beetlejuice wasn't your friend, you would've been a prisoner. Guess what's the most popular way for nasty assholes to get info from a prisoner.”Lydia didn't want to guess, but she did. “Torture?”“Yep.” Brunhilde sounded more serious than normal. “I only recently figured out they were doing this. They paid Ryan Street to lure you away.”Lydia sighed. “I assumed Ryan was involved as soon as shit went down.”“You have a reputation in this town, Girl,” said Brunhilde. “A nice reputation. You'll befriend almost anyone, especially someone who's pleasant to you. Right now, Ryan Street might be on his way to some place far off with a shitload of cash.”“Why did they hire some normal human dude?”“If you had suddenly befriended another vampire, I would have figured this out much quicker.”“Ryan probably didn't even know he was dealing with vampires,” Lydia said. “Vlad is gonna be so fucking pissed.”“Well, he'll be more pissed at the rebels, and at Ryan, than he would be at you, if at all,” promised Brunhilde.Lydia really didn't want to cross that bridge, didn't even want to come to it.***Feeling like a guilty child sitting outside a principal's office, Lydia Deetz sat in the main living room, the one with white walls and colorful furniture. She was on a couch, upright, legs together, hands in her lap, eyes lowered.Unlike a guilty child, Lydia was given a glass of red wine, despite the illegality of it. She was also given a grilled cheese sandwich and a bowl of chili. She had consumed the food and drink, appreciating the attempts at comfort. However, she wasn't comforted.Vlad was yelling in the hallway. Brunhilde was yelling right back at him. They were using a mixture of languages. Most of the time Lydia had no idea what was being said.Mihai woke up and went downstairs in a fluffy robe and wearing bunny slippers. The yelling confused him, and so he sat down next to Lydia and asked what was going on. Lydia explained the best she could, considering there was so much hollering in the background.Then Prudence came home from a shopping trip she had taken with Bertha. She was alone, carrying lots of bags, and just as confused as Mihai had been, and so she went into the living room. Mihai went to help her take the bags upstairs, explaining as he did so.So, Lydia was alone in the living room again. She sighed.Then the yelling stopped.Brunhilde sauntered into the living room, grinning. She stopped to pat Lydia's head like she was a dog. Then she left the room. Lydia imagined that Brunhilde won the argument, whatever the argument was.Vlad entered the living room soon after Brunhilde left. He looked fairly composed, no surprise there. He had on a simple white dress shirt and leather pants. His face was … well … emotionless, like a placid porcelain doll.Not a single word came from him at that moment, not even when he decided to sit down right next to Lydia. He just looked at the TV. The TV wasn't even on, but he looked at it.She didn't want to be the first to speak.They just … sat there, and they were silent.A full minute passed. Vlad spoke first, softly, sweetly, “De ce te-ai împrieteni cu omul acela?” Why did you befriend that man?“Vlad ...” Lydia didn't know what she was supposed to say; and she didn't know what she wanted to say. “I …” She didn't even make a full statement.“You need to tell me,” he told her.“I don't know, okay?” Her eyes were stinging.His head turned. He looked at her hands. “Tu nu mi-ai spus despre el.” You did not tell me about him. He said it so gently that it only made Lydia feel worse. “Acest fapt sporește suspiciune.” That fact increases suspicion.Lydia bent over in her seat, her hands on her ears. She was starting to cry. “We didn't do anything! Okay?”“Dacă acest lucru este adevărat, de ce l-ai ascuns de mine?” If that is true, why did you hide him from me?“Am crezut că l-ar face rău,” Lydia squeaked out, gasping a bit. I thought you would hurt him.Vlad stood up then, and he said with much more force, “Acum m-am hotărât să-l rănesc.” Now I am determined to hurt him.“I don't care about that piece of shit anymore,” Lydia said, straightening up her back, but still keeping her head down. “He must have known he was selling me out into some kind of trouble.”He reached down to her hands and tugged on her arm a little, trying to get her to stand up. Lydia stood, but she didn't look at his face.Vlad's fingertips touched her chin, turned her face upwards. She tried not to make eye contact, but he said, “Uită-te la mine.” Look at me. So, she looked at him. His eyes were so sad. “Cred că trebuie să fii mai atent.” I think you need to be more careful.“I … Vlad, I never meant to cause any trouble.”“Tu nu a provocat probleme. Altcineva a făcut-o,” Vlad said carefully. You did not cause any trouble. Someone else did.She hugged him. She just needed a hug.“I'm sorry, Vlad. He … he seemed so normal and … I never really wanted to be normal before, but I … I just wanted to … taste it. Things have been too weird, even for me.”His hand stroked her back. “I must apologize, because I will make your life slightly weirder.”She groaned.“I insist that you move into this mansion, and I will hire bodyguards for you.”Lydia sighed and said, “Vampire bodyguards?”Vlad nodded. “Vampire bodyguards.”“What about school?”“You will be escorted to school, and you will be watched as you finish this semester, then you will take online classes.”That seemed odd. She gave him a disbelieving look. “How are you gonna get bodyguards in the community college?”He simply kissed her forehead, not answering the question. Then he asked her to come downstairs to the basement with him.Well, the basement looked as normal as ever, but Vlad showed Lydia a hidden door that led to a large room. He flipped on a ceiling light.“Wow … this was a well kept secret,” Lydia said out loud.Let's see … very nice bed … interesting looking furniture, like spanking benches, sex swings, some cages, etc … scary but thrilling looking “equipment” hanging from the walls, hmmm … yep … this was a BDSM dungeon, a pretty modern looking one.“Okay, you are being random!” She nudged Vlad's arm. “What the fuck does this have to do with anything?”Vlad gave her his favorite wicked smile. That made Lydia's smile shrink, and her eyes widen.Then he said, “For some time, I have wanted to give you an option to play with me, if you like. I may be as submissive, or dominant, as you like. Do you know what I am referring to?”Lydia had a habit of reading a lot, and of learning about subcultures, and so, she knew exactly what this was about. She blushed, but wasn't exactly disgusted.“Well … not right now …” She stepped away from him, putting her hands behind her back and shyly looking away.“Yes, I know,” he answered, smirking at her, tilting his head in a way that made his wavy hair look off-kilter. “Not now. I know. One day, perhaps.”Lydia saw a whip, pulled it from a wall, and said, “You see this thing?” She shook it for emphasis. Vlad nodded, his mouth pursing like he wanted to laugh at her. “Well, keep it the fuck away from me,” Lydia told him as she put it back. “I don't wanna get whipped.”Vlad started smiling again. “You may whip me,” he offered. That was when Lydia genuinely laughed and smiled back. Vlad stroked her cheek with his fingertips, his eyes gentle. “I thought this would make you smile.”Suddenly her smile vanished. “Oh my God, do Mihai and Prudence use this place?!”“No, no, he has his own room. This is mine.” He pressed his mouth to the top of her head and muffled his laughter with her hair. He hugged her again.Good … Lydia didn't want to share that sort room with anyone except Vlad. That would have been a little bit … creepy … like having sex in Mihai's bedroom.“I don't think I can take on a new lifestyle,” Lydia told Vlad as she pulled away from him to look at some other devices, “but I think I wouldn't mind learning more about this stuff, trying a few things out.” She saw what seemed to be a cane, and not the walking kind. “Except that … fuck no to that … or the whip thing. Okay, what the fuck are these swords for?!”She appreciated the distraction, even though it was a weird distraction.***While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. 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