Trouble Lies Ahead

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A/N: Well..ahem. Hello. Ok, so I'm new to Beetlejuice fanfiction, I'm not going to get down on my hands and knees and beg you all for no flames, I'm not like that. This is my first Beetlejuice fic and hell, I know it's not going to be perfect but I hope that I've maybe did something right by posting this. If it's utter rubbish, hell don't be afraid to tell me so. With that over and done with…the prologue! Chapter One and Two to follow.

Prologue

Lydia Deetz sat in her room and huffed an aggravated sigh. She looked down at her hands, the white envelope teasing her. She knew it was a letter from her father, another written apology, a letter full of promises. Lydia shook her head. False promises more like. She took the envelope and played with the edges. To open or not to open? She had binned the first three letters, shaking them off as a weak attempt to get back into her good books. Damned Delia, it was all her fault! Nothing went to plan in the Deetz residence due to one orange head with an obsession with art. She sculpted, big deal. It wasn't as if her sculptures meant anything, bits of clay. Large bits of clay usually, shaped in weird horrific monsters with claws or balls and chains.

Delia had never understood Lydia's passion for photography and art but she had pushed her on to do what she enjoyed. Her father and Delia had been most proud when she had told them she had been accepted to art college, the only problem was when Lydia had went back for holidays and such occasions, Delia had been a pain in the ass.

Her clothing wasn't right, why didn't she have a boyfriend yet? Was she gay? Did she actually have any friends at college?

The questioning had gotten out of hand one weekend and Lydia had taken enough of the garbage that liked to fly from Delia's mouth. She had put her foot down and told her father she wouldn't be visiting for a while. She needed time to think, not to be hassled on her social preferences and her academic work.

Here she was four months later with another letter from her father. This time she had the urge to open it up and read what he had taken time to write. She knew the ins and outs of it. Delia was sorry, he was sorry. They just wanted her back, to see her, to speak to her. Maybe there was something from the Maitland's in there too. Lydia could only hope.

She opened the envelope and started to slowly read the letter. She had been right, Delia apologised, her father wanted to speak to her but as she read on the letter grew more terse and serious. It seemed the ghost with the most was back, wreaking havoc and terror on both the Maitland's and her father and Delia. What surprised her most was that deep inside she was excited. Heated warmth had entered through her chest and had laid it's nest deep inside her stomach. She needed to see him again; the last time had been unfortunate for both. He had wanted to marry her, she had wanted to help the Maitland's the end result was messy and memorable for the wrong reasons.

She re read the letter again and internally made her decision. It was time to put everything behind her and sort this mess out once and for all. She was going home, and Beetlejuice was going to get one hell of a shock.