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River Princess	By : BloodValkyrie Category: 1 through F > Beetlejuice Views: 4286 -:- 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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The River Princess
Author's Note: This fanfiction is meant to be a crossover between the film and the animated series Beetlejuice and the Bram Stoker's Dracula. As for the Beetlejuice works, I am going to mix the film with the cartoon in a modern setting. As for the Dracula film, I'm going to change some of the rules as to what a vampire can and cannot do. 1) Vampires have reflections because otherwise I consider it to be stupid. 2) Vampires can eat food because blood alone does not fuel a body. 3) Dracula will not require sleeping in the earth of his homeland, but it will be a beneficial thing to do. Obviously I do not own the rights to these works. Please take note that I am not profiting from this project. This is merely a fun thing to do. Please also note that I am not fluent in Romanian, but I want some of the characters to speak Romanian. So, I shall use Google Translate. There WILL be spelling and grammatical errors, my apologies. Please also note that this fanfiction is currently being written by an adult, and there were be very adult material, including graphic sexual content (consensual and non-consensual), violence, controversial religious views, and offensive language. Also, this will be a long story. I like reviews, but you don't have to review if you don't want to, of course.
Thank you, and please enjoy.

Chapter 1
Mihnea the Bad
There was a young woman who looked like a girl, dressed in a gray gothic lolita outfit, sitting on a park bench with her two friends. The sky was darkening a little, but it was a Saturday and the park was a safe place. The young woman in a gray gothic lolita outfit was looking at her fancy little camera with her two friends. One of her friends was a tall woman with long light brown hair and a friendly smile, dressed in the boyish style of lolita called Ouji. The other was rather short and very plump, dressed in a very very pink sweet lolita style.
“I look so fat,” complained the Sweet Lolita, adjusting her little glasses.
“Well,” said the Gothic Lolita, “So what? You gained a lot of weight over the summer. You're a plum instead of a prune. Plus, you're wearing lolita. Lolita tends to have wide skirts.”
The Ouji Lolita said, “At least you're not a stick like me.”
“I need lose weight,” the Sweet Lolita insisted. She carefully removed her lace adorned headband and folded it into her hands. She had a rather disappointed droopiness in her face. “I should've listened to those tumblr girls who say fat chicks are ita.”
“Who's ita?” said a masculine voice behind them.
All three girls turned to look at the man. He wasn't a very tall man, but he most certainly was not a short man. His shoulders were slightly broad, but his waist was slim. This healthy looking form was clad in a simple white t-shirt and ordinary looking jeans. He had a delicate face, high cheekbones and pretty gray eyes with sunglasses tilted under them. His nose was a little small. Overall his complexion was an average peachy pale, not exactly white but not exactly tanned. He had a long braid of black hair over his shoulder, which wasn't particularly unusual, but it was interesting.
He was smiling so gently.
“Ita's not a person,” the Gothic Lolita said.
“I know,” claimed the man. He had a lovely voice, smooth and sweet and a little bit deep, with a hint of something foreign. He pushed his sunglasses to cover his eyes and turned to the Sweet Lolita. “You're not an ita. You're a well dressed Lolita.”
The Ouji Lolita blurted, “OMG you're a Brolita?!”
The man shrugged. “Sometimes. My name is Mihai Dalca.”
“I'm Lydia,” said the Gothic Lolita. “This is my first time wearing lolita out in public, but I've known about the style for a while. My friend Prudence, the cute read-head with glasses, really likes it. We've been taking pictures of our outfits.”
“My name is Bertha,” said the Ouji Lolita. “I picked the boy style because I have nice legs and wanna show them off.”
Mihai nodded and walked around to stand in front of the women. “Are you ladies students?”
Lydia crossed her ankles and nodded. “Yeah, we all just graduated. We're all going to apply to the same community college soon. We figure it would be less expensive than starting at a university.”
“You have a familiar face,” Mihai told Lydia, folding his arms and smirking. “Do you have a blond father?”
Nodding, Lydia answered, “Yeah, Charles Deetz is my Dad. He's a real estate developer. Have you met him?”
“I was at a party with my father. Your father showed us a picture of you. Your stepmother is a funny woman.” There was a hint of mirth in his eyes.
Lydia's brown eyes narrowed. “You're not a student, are you?”
“No I've finished.”
Bertha tilted her head. “What school did you go to?”
“I studied in Romania. I was born there.”
“No way,” Prudence chirped, “Lydia's mom was from there.”
Lydia's plump lips formed a very pleased smile. “You don't have much of an accent.”
Mihai shrugged. “I have traveled to different places, lived in different communities.”
“I don't travel that much,” admitted Lydia, “Just in the summer to see my Bunic.”
“I imagine he's quite proud to have a pretty little granddaughter,” Mihai said, a strange, smiling sort of wince in his eyes.
With a nod, Lydia replied, “He always tells me how pretty I am, but he always says there's a ghost in the Poenari Castle. I don't normally trust anyone who believes in ghosts.” Most people didn't have any real evidence of ghosts, most.
Mihai smirked at that. “I think a ghost in the Râul Doamnei would be more likely.”
Bertha frowned. “What's that?”
“Princess' River,” translated Lydia. She moved a bit of her hair out of her eyes. “A princess killed herself in the 15^th century, just jumped right in.”
“Oh,” Prudence said with a soft tone, “That's just sad. Why did she do that?”
“She thought her husband was dead, and she thought she would be captured by the enemy, so she gave up.” Lydia sounded so casual that she might as well have been talking about dust on a shelf.
“Who was she married to?” Prudence asked.
Mihai told her, “Vlad III, Dracula, the Wallachian Prince.” He said Dracula with such a Slavic accent that Lydia knew he'd never pronounce it any other way.
“Oh! That guy?” Bertha said, laughing a bit and showing her slightly large front teeth.
Prudence pulled out some lip balm to apply to her lips. “I remember now,” she murmured. She gave Lydia a very knowing look. “You told me that a few months ago.”
Mihai suddenly slapped his forehead with the heel of his hand. “Lydia, I forgot to warn you!”
Lydia's pale face took on an alarmed expression, her mouth opening a bit and her eyes widening. “What are you talking about?!”
“Your father invited us to dinner.” He chuckled a bit, putting his hands on his hips.
Lydia sighed and giggled. “Okay, okay, when are you guys coming?”
“Tomorrow evening,” answered Mihai, “My father is rich, and he likes flattery. So please treat him like a king and you might get a diamond necklace.” He made such a silly face that Lydia was reminded of an emoticon with the letter P for a mouth.
“Well that's ridiculous,” snorted Lydia.
“Yes, but he is a ridiculous person,” countered Mihai. He waved at them. “I should go, Ladies. I enjoyed meeting you.”
All three girls told him goodbye, and when he was out of earshot Prudence sqeuaked out to the others, “Oh. My. God. That man is so sexy!”
“I didn't quite get that feeling,” Lydia said, rolling her eyes.
“Could you please get his email when he comes to dinner?” Prudence asked, “If it wouldn't be any trouble?”
Bertha laughed quite loudly, and then said, “And if the rich old guy gives you a diamond necklace, pawn it and take us shopping!”
Lydia put her palm to her face and closed her eyes, but she really was trying not to laugh.
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A frail figure hidden in the shadows of a corner of a dark room was pensively gazing out a window at the trees.
Mihai approached him, carrying an ungodly amount of shopping bags. He said in a cheerful voice, “Ar fi trebuit sa dus la cumpărături cu mine. Totul aici este atât de drăguț. Mă simt atât de tânără.” You should have went shopping with me. Everything here is so cute. I feel so young.
The figure did not answer, only exhaled.
Mihai said, still cheerful, “Trist om prost bătrân, ar trebui să ai venit. Am văzut mama.” Sad stupid old man, you should've come. I saw mother.
The figure spoke, in a raspy but thick tone. “Ce?” What?
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