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River Princess	By : BloodValkyrie Category: 1 through F > Beetlejuice Views: 4287 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Beetlejuice and I don't own Bram Stoker's Dracula. I am making no profit.

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Chapter 5
The Queen of the Vampires

The moment the sun had disappeared, a woman exited a guest bedroom, and without even bothering to turn on a light, she walked into the living room that the party had been thrown in. She sat in Vlad's armchair and waited.

A few minutes later, a naked but not aroused Vlad walked into the room and turned on the ceiling light.

The woman put her bare feet on the coffee table and gave the man a bored look. She said in a dull tone, with an accent that was a strange combination of Irish, Italian, Bostonian, English, and African American, “You just couldn't put on some pants or a robe, eh? Would've taken up too damn much of your precious time that I gave you?”

“Is there a problem?” he asked.

The woman groaned as if she was rather exhausted, ran her fingers through her waist length curly hair, hair the color of blood. She stood up, and walked up to Vlad. She was much taller than him. She was at least six feet, and very curvy, an hourglass of a woman. Her wrinkled and torn 1980s white shirt exposed her shoulder, and her 1970s bell bottom jeans were ripped in several places, like she had been in a fight with a beast, yet there wasn't a single scratch on her tanned caramel skin.

Her perfect oval of a face was beautiful and disturbing. Her sapphire colored eyes were almost dead. Her delightfully straight and elegant nose didn't even wrinkle. Her round lips were not smiling.

Then it all broke away. Her eyes lit up and she giggled down at him.

Vlad gulped down some extra saliva, but otherwise he remained cool and calm.

“My Little Favorite,” she cooed to him, “why didn't you tell me you were moving?”

“I assumed you would find me. There would be no use in explaining,” explained Vlad.

She licked her very pretty and straight teeth. Then she tapped the top of Vlad's head with her fist, just hard enough to make him say, “Ah!”

Mihai came into the room, and he had on his robe. He stayed close to a doorway, his face paling a little.

The woman laughed at him. “Your boy has a fucking excellent memory, Little Dracula.”

Vlad took a deep breath. “When I remember your actions, I wish you had let me beat him.”

Her hands on her hips, grinning like a madwoman, she told him, “You would've hit your kiddie hard, but I hit him correctly. Now he knows I'm not someone you should flirt so aggressively with, or at all.” She snapped her teeth at him, and Mihai's jaw ticked. Then he slowly backed into the hallway.

The woman then grabbed Vlad's hair, which made him grunt, but he took it well. She pulled his face to his and she said very sweetly, “So, I'm guessing you've met the girl with that fucking messed up soul?”

He nodded, clenching his jaw.

She released him and clapped her hands together. “Fabulous! You already have my blessing, so have at it! Just don't go insane and kill someone she wants to smooch.”

He rubbed his scalp and exhaled. He was on very good terms with that woman, so he wasn't exactly afraid of her, and as a “queen” she mostly let her subjects do as they pleased, key word being mostly. Still, he knew that angering her was worse than … well worse than someone angering him.

The woman was worse than a vampire. She was a hellish angel of the apocalypse when she wanted to be.

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Lydia Deetz didn't know who she was supposed to talk to.

She didn't think starting therapy was worth the money and time. She was sure a chat with a gynecologist wouldn't do much. Lydia knew enough about the human body to know what had happened to her was physically impossible.

Nobody would believe her … not even someone from the Neitherworld. This just didn't happen on a daily basis there. Whenever something weird did happen it was usually because of Beetlejuice, and Lydia was positive that he didn't do anything to her.

She just didn't know … and she knew she'd be thinking about that odd incident for days and days.

She was very pleased to know that she was registered for classes at a community college, and she was very pleased to know that her dad had bought her a lovely little red car to drive and she wouldn't have to use his car anymore. She was very pleased to know that Bertha and Prudence, who had gotten their cars at 16, had never ridiculed her for getting a car two years late, and were very excited for her.

She was not very pleased to know that she had no idea what to do about that stupid incident. Everything else was going so damn smoothly, perfectly, normally, except that.

She probably wouldn't be very pleased to know that one night when the Deetz family left for a pleasant family night out, Vlad Dalca was climbing up a wall of the house, like a certain superhero. He had a large backpack, but the weight didn't seem to be a burden.

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The next night, Vlad Dalca lounged in a big bubbling hottub, holding a remote control that was protected by clear plastic. He turned on a television that almost took up the whole space on the wall.

On the screen was a bedroom, neat and decorated in an adorable combination between a modern teenager's tastes and an old fashioned princess' tastes. And there was Lydia Deetz, entering the room in a bathrobe.

Vlad Dalca loved how technology had advanced since he was young.

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