Betelgeuse - in snake form - stared at the Goth girl. He grinned, a very snaky, toothy, grin that made him look very scary. Lunging, he pushed the girl away from the wall with his tail, and pulled her into a death grip. His snake body curled tightly around her. She struggled, but he only squeezed tighter making her stop. Realizing that, perhaps, there was no easy way out of this, she gave the snake her best death glare. Her mouth set in a hard line, which only widened the snake's grin.
Betelgeuse liked his girl's feisty.
"What'sss your name, babe, won't you tell?" He spoke, in what he thought to be a charming voice, but in snake form it came out as sleazy.
The girl's glare darkened, and if possible, she might have crossed her arms in anger. However, she was only able to stubbornly glare. When there was silence between the two that did not reach an end, she thought it better to answer.
"Lydia, why do you ask?" The Goth girl calmly said, her eyes meeting his.
HE loved this; Betelgeuse had found his reason to not drop her (or his original plans to bite, lick, and throw). Fear in the eyes, yet standing tall to the bad guy. This girl was already entertaining him.
"Jussst curiousss… nothing, but that, and 'Sssidesss, it would be harder to talk to you if I couldn't name you, Lydsss." He pulled her closer, tightening his coils around her body causing a small gasp to come to her as it began harder to breath. What can he say, he made girls breathless.
He watched her squirm, mentally noting this as his best haunting shindig, Hell; it topped the one with the girl in the shower. Betelgeuse hadn't been able to touch her, well he had, but what happened after that sorda ruined it…
"How old are you?" He questioned. Might as well ask, there was a legal age for intercourse, and if she was under it then he just got screwed.
She didn't answer him, staring off into space. Ignoring his existence, he loosened his grip, realizing the reason she might be doing that is she couldn't breathe. Betelgeuse repeated the question. This time she answered, except not the way he wanted.
"A teenager," She simplified.
He didn't like that; the fear had disappeared from her eyes and had been replaced with her own stubborn arrogance. Fear was great to work with; his own battle of arrogance was not.
"Your age, babes, 'm not interested in what you are." He prompted
She avoided his eyes before answering. "Sixteen."
His grin became tight. No – wait, just fucking great, she was underage. That and she was totally no longer his type. However, she was old enough to mess with, not fuck, but mess with.
"BetelgeuseBetelgeuseBetelgeuse." Betelgeuse swore under his breath. Sure, the chick in front of him wasn't old enough to really mess with (at least in this day and age), but it didn't mean he wanted put back.
Instinctively, his grip tightened around the girl, Lydia, and he soon felt the cardboard ground of the model reappear under his feet. That would have made him angry, but the best part is Lolita was still with him. Sure, the girl couldn't be counted on to give him some real entertainment, but she could be used as leverage. Now, with the adaptions of the changing through shape and size, she was still in his grip, except for he was in normal from, so it was more like a bear hug. Being the shrunk didn't hurt him, but by the fact that the Gothic Lolita was unconscious or dead, it didn't feel like heaven to the living.
First order of business, work out what sort of leverage this girl could be used for.
Second order of business; see if she's still alive.
Third order of business, dump her if she's dead, make sure she's still unconscious if she's alive.
Fourth order of business, Hell, he hadn't planned that far.
Then again, this girl is only illegal in the mortal world. In the dead world, she's legal to all men, due to the number of teens dying.
He laughed manically, not trying to sound evil, but succeeding too anyway. Forget negotiating, he could trick the girl into letting him out, and splitting with her.
Wait till Babs and her husband see this, they're going to freeeeeeeak!