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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 50
Important Person

February started off fairly peacefully, but Lydia didn't really like living with bodyguards. It was pretty ridiculous. When she was at the mansion, as long as Mihai, Vlad, or Brunhilde were there, she didn't need the bodyguards and they'd relax in different rooms, otherwise, they'd stick close to her. Her parents weren't exactly thrilled about her moving into the mansion with her “lover,” mostly because they noticed she hadn't been too pleased about it. They couldn't stop her, though. When they noticed that Vlad had hired bodyguards, they asked questions. Vlad told a hilarious lie. He said he wanted Lydia to feel like an important celebrity, and so he hired bodyguards. That didn't really make too much sense, but Vlad refused to give a better explanation.
School was tense, because Lydia was always looking for anyone weird. Her body guards didn't follow her onto school grounds, yet Vlad promised that she was protected.
Her body guards had different shifts, depending on the the time of day. They were always tall, buff, scary looking men in suits, but there were two different sets of men. They were very polite to her.
One of the first things Lydia asked was, “Why doesn't Prudence get bodyguards?”
Vlad told her, “Prudence doesn't have any value to the rebels. If they do kidnap her, she will not be able to give them any valuable information, and Brunhilde would have an army of vampires rescue her and then kill the kidnappers. At least, if they kidnap you, they can gain important information about how to kill Brunhilde, they believe.”
Vlad didn't really know what it was that Lydia knew. Lydia knew not to tell.
Most vampires were like humans, as in, they didn't know about the Neitherworld. Also, the rebels had no idea how Brunhilde was able to grow another heart, since vampires just can't do that, and Brunhilde was at least similar to a vampire. Lydia knew it was quite simple … in a way. Brunhilde just took some human blood to give her enough strength to grow a new heart. They didn't know that. They didn't want to take a chance in not knowing exactly what happened between Brunhilde and Lydia. They also didn't know about Brunhilde's strange physical transformation. Lydia didn't know the significance of that transformation, but she imagined it was important, somehow.
Eventually, Lydia found out that while Vlad technically hired the bodyguards, Brunhilde was personally paying them money. Vlad didn't lose a dime. At one point, Brunhilde spoke to her in private.
“I know you don't like me,” she told Lydia, “but I appreciate that you're not blabbing to anyone. You're not one of my babies, but you're important.”
The bodyguards made people who didn't know her think she was a lesser known-celebrity or a rich heiress. The people who did know her thought that either Vlad was involved with a mafia, or some crazy admirer was stalking Lydia. One day, as Lydia was shopping in a bookstore, her two bodyguards doing their jobs, she saw Claire Brewster come into the store with two bodyguards of her own. Claire walked right past Lydia and gave her a smug look, her guards following, purchased a key chain, and left the store.
Great, did she somehow start a new fad for rich girls who weren't even celebrities? Lydia didn't think this is a good thing.
One day, when she was finished with classes and went to a candy shop to get a bag of sweets. A young woman wearing a black hijab and other conservative clothing entered around the same time she did. Lydia wasn't in a hurry, and so she let the Muslim woman go ahead of her at the cashier. Like the other few people in the store, the Muslim woman appeared confused at the sight of two bodyguards hanging around a woman in designer clothing. Nobody said anything to Lydia about it, though.
The clerk was a pleasant looking Caucasian man, but as soon as the Muslim woman asked for something, he stopped being pleasant. He put his hands up, as if defending himself in an argument, and said, “Woah, woah, woah, we don't serve Muslims here.”
Lydia didn't know that people in this part of town could be that bigoted.
The Muslim woman was even more confused. She said, “What? Excuse me?”
“We don't serve your kind,” insisted the clerk.
“What the hell is my kind?” the Muslim woman said with a frown.
“A camel riding terrorist,” replied the clerk. “Take your business somewhere else.”
“I was born and raised in this state!” the Muslim woman told him.
The other customers in general looked uncomfortable, but none of them said anything.
Now, Lydia disliked Islam as a religion, but she didn't hate Muslims, and she really didn't think this was cool.
So, she touched the Muslim woman's shoulder, said, “Excuse me.” Then she moved ahead of the woman and faced the clerk with a grim coolness in her eyes. Her bodyguards kept to her like the rings on Saturn.
“Hey, Cunt!” Everyone gasped. “I'm talking to you!” She pointed at the clerk, just in case anyone misunderstood who she was calling a cunt. “In this country it's illegal for a business to refuse service because of a customer's religion, so fuck you!”
The clerk yelled back, but Lydia ignored him. She took the woman's hand and pulled her out of the store. “Hey, what's your name?” Lydia asked her.
“I'm Eda,” she said, smiling like a kid who was given a brand new toy. “Wow, you're a crazy girl. Are you a diplomat's daughter?” That last bit she said as the bodyguards followed them outside.
“Nah.” Lydia walked the woman to her car. “We could have asked to speak to the manager, but that was more fun.”
“Maybe he could have lost his job if we talked to the manager,” Eda said.
“What if the manager was stupid too?” Lydia argued.
Sometime later, Lydia drove by a church, her bodyguards in the back seats. Lydia thought she saw a black hooded figure standing at the entrance doors. She looked back and saw nobody there.
Weird.
***
On a cool Sunday evening, Lydia was relaxing at home with Vlad, sipping hot chocolate, when Brunhilde came to visit, and she brought with her a beautiful woman.
The beautiful woman introduced herself as Akiyama Akane, surname Akiyama and given name Akane. She was almost as tall as Brunhilde. Akane had an oval shaped face, pale skin, and a voluptuous figure, long legs, full bosom, wide hips and plump backside. She kept her long straight hair loose, and it smelled like new rain for some reason. She was dressed in a fancy black suit, with black stiletto heels and sparkly jewelry.
Brunhilde said that Akane had insisted on visiting her “good friend Vlad,” but Brunhilde rolled her eyes as she said it.
“I haven't seen you in a very long time,” Akane said very softly, gently, almost like a little singing bird. She spoke English beautifully, pronouncing everything correctly, but with an elegant Japanese accent.
Assuming this beautiful creature was a vampire, Lydia tried to be as polite as possible, offering food and drink, making conversation, complimenting her. She had a calm and soft spoken demeanor, with a little smile that seemed unbreakable. Her dark eyes looked strangely innocent and perky.
Akane seemed very friendly, but Brunhilde kept giving her annoyed looks. Vlad seemed to be trying not to react too much to Akane at all. He remained cool, hardly ever changing his expression or tone.
“We should go shopping together sometime, Miss Dalca,” Akane said to her, mildly surprising Lydia. “You could be my guide.”
Lydia looked at Vlad. Vlad shrugged. Lydia assumed that was not a “no.” She smiled at Akane and said, “I don't see why not.” While Vlad didn't seem to like Akane very much, he apparently didn't see her as a threat.
***
Weird thing about Akane, she didn't even know Lydia well, but she wanted to pay for everything Lydia tried to purchase. Akane's claimed, “You are Vlad's girlfriend. So, I will support you.”
Akane seemed fairly rich; she even bought fine jewelry for Lydia. Akane once took a beautiful pink pearl bracelet, held Lydia's wrist, and put the pearls there. Akane's fingertips lightly brushed against the the wrist's underside. Lydia pulled her wrist away, sensing that Akane was … well … trying to touch her. Akane even gave Lydia her cell phone number.
Later on, Lydia asked Vlad about it.
“Why on earth does she like me so much?”
“She does not like you,” Vlad told her. “She is trying to gain Brunhilde's approval. She is jealous of me.”
“Seems like a pretty pathetic attempt to get Brunhilde to like her.”
“Akane is pathetic,” Vlad said.
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