Author's Note: Hello from the western portion of this so called "Great Nation." You guys hear of the Oklahoma Tornado. Our state had tornado watches going all day and we didn't even get the tornado, but that's real good, but I live in a valley so actually we never have tornados.
Story Note: Mind you, as much as I love the Maitlands, I thought it was about time we heard the story from our favorite couple. We heard it from the Maitlands who weren't even there at the important scenes. Let's say they asked Lydia and she lied to them about what really happened at all the important moments. They missed the three months they were in the waiting room, most of the snake scene, when she went into the attic to talk to them and instead found Betelgeuse, and the ending of the marriage scheme. A lot can happen in that amount of time, and I think I want to know how it went.
The story takes place in third person context. Starting from Juno's office, the beginning of Betelgeuse's exorcism job at the Maitlands and will jump back to present in story every once in a while. Do not worry, you will not get lost. If so, just calmly review and ask for directions.
Disclaimer: If I owned this would I have made the story from the Maitlands perspective (probably), but no I don't own this.
Sit back and hold on tight, because this story will bite!
Juno looked up and her eyes narrowed at the sight of the dead man.
"I thought I gave you a long number."
He shrugged. "You did and I traded with some chick."
She rolled her eyes, and gestured to the seat in front of her desk, pulling out a cigarette.
"Damn you Geuse, I heard the story from the Maitlands, Charles Deetz, and a few things from their daughter, and so far none of it makes sense."
Betelgeuse sat down in the chair and gestured to her phone.
"Then call their daughter, she was there the whole time." He suggested.
A pause and Juno shook her head, taking a drag from the cigarette.
"I've tried, but the girl's stubborn. She says the Maitlands have the full story, but from what I've heard from her father Charles Deetz, the Maitlands are missing a good chunk where you're involved."
"Sue them then, I'm not giving you my side of the story you won't believe me." Betelgeuse growled.
"Yes, I'll doubt you, but I'm hoping if I get a few views from you that no one else told, then this will make sense and we can carry out with charges, now start talking."
"Nope, I'm happy with being silent and not answering you."
Juno sighed, and shook her head. Damn bastard was going to keep her here all millennium.
"Then why did you get in earlier?"
"Well, I hate waiting, and I have a wife to get home too."
Now there's something new, Juno thought to herself. Everyone else claimed he never completed the ceremony, but if he thinks he did then he'll cough up the story to how it got there.
"Barbara and Adam said you were eaten by the sandworm before if finished, and Charles says the same thing."
Betelgeuse looked at his nails, and scratched his head. He then leaned back even more, propping his feet on her desk.
"Firstly, Barbara took a mad dash out, so she missed the end until she came in riding a damn sandworm. The Adam chum was roughly about three inches tall, so I think he missed a bunch, and Charles didn't get a good view, since he was a bit panicked. Ya know, he didn't get good seats and I'm not a fan of the whole audience being able to see you during a wedding, so how does he know what happened."
"Care to give me the full story; after all, it would be easier to believe you." Juno prayed he would fall for the taunt.
The man in front of her merely yawned and put his hands behind his head.
"It's classified."
Fine, play it that way, we'll see how you like it when I make you tell the story from Sandworm Hell, Juno thought to herself.
Then Betelgeuse put out a hand.
"Wait, I tell you the story you drop a few of the charges."
"Like what?"
"You'll find out when I tell you the story."
It was a risky gamble, Juno didn't know what he did, but something told her if he was asking to drop a few charges, which he never did, it was worst then what the Maitlands said.
"All right fine, start from the beginning."
Betelgeuse grinned. "When I was a child…"
"I mean the beginning of your Bio-Exorcism gig at the Maitlands."
"All right, it all started after I found my clients in the obituary section…"
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(5 months before being in Juno's office, Betelgeuse POV, from his grave)
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"Dammit, where'd I put the mirror at?"
Betelgeuse stalked through his home, and through piles of trash. Bugs, rats, and unnamed creatures fled before him as he destroyed thousands of their little tunnels in some of the piles of trash. He stopped, remembering to look in his pockets.
"Matches, door knob, fish tail, thong, sunglasses, brochures, pencil, dead mouse, live ferret, half eaten mouse, beetles, and lint." He said to himself, rifling through his pockets. His hand closed on something and he smirked. "Here we go, shrunken down vanity mirror." Betelgeuse happily restored it to size and stood in front of it.
His powers were a little rusty after being stuck in this hell hole for so long, it would take a while to recharge them, but for now, he was going to use one of his favorite powers, spying through reflective surfaces.
The mirror swirled green, and then he willed it too focus on the Maitlands household. Hmm, what room should he choose? What the hell, he'll choose the front room, somewhere he can see everything. From what he could tell it was a large mirror he was looking out through, with horses lined around it.
A few of the horses were in his way as he watched a red haired woman walk through the door. She watched as a few movers slid in a couch that crashed into something. Here's the first human, the one they might have troubles with, he thought idly. The woman walked into the room the couch had gone into, but Betelgeuse continued watching the front door as what appeared to be her husband followed her.
He grinned; the living couple looked as stupid as the dead couple. Personally, he thought it was a hole in one. The movers then walked through with an armchair in which a gothic girl sat on. Betelgeuse stared after her, curious. Looks like it isn't going to be just two, but three…
Channeling his powers, he switched rooms. There was no mirror in the room people were at which made him enraged. Dammit, he wanted a better view of the chick. For now, he could do a survey of the house from where certain mirrors existed.
First room was the dining room, empty and boring, he wasn't going here again.
Second room was one of the bedrooms, dammit, looks like the vanity mirror is covered with a sheet.
Third room was the master room, Betelgeuse wasn't going back to this room, because it would be an odd room to be in after seeing that mortal couple.
Fourth room was the bathroom, Betelgeuse made a mental note to remember to watch this mirror for the chick if she took a shower. It would be nice to see a rack if he could.
Fifth room was the attic; there was a nicely constructed model which he could link to his home… He would do that as soon as he found the sixth mirror.
Sixth mirror was the room he started in. Hey, there's that gothic chick, looks a bit depressed, wonder what room she'll pick out. Betelgeuse watched as the Goth snapped a few photos, her back to the mirror, she was about to turn around, but stopped.
"Lydia, go pick out your room, Otho and I are done figuring out what arrangements we need to do to this wretched house."
The Goth sighed, and exited the room mumbling something under her breath. Lydia, Betelgeuse mused, his thoughts circulating. It wouldn't hurt to get to know the living residents before he met the dead ones. Besides, maybe the living ones need his help more.
Betelgeuse waited a few moments and then switched to the bedroom with the vanity. It had been uncovered, and the Goth, Lydia, was now looking at the room. He surveyed the room; there was a dresser and a full size bed as well as the vanity. Lydia snapped a picture of a spider building a web in the corner of the room, and she went to inspect in the dresser. Nice, this wouldn't too bad to watch.
Lydia turned as the red-haired woman came to her doorway and stopped.
"Is this the room you're choosing?" The woman asked.
A quick glance around the room and Lydia nodded.
"Tomorrow we'll get rid of all this junk," The woman scowled at the dresser and vanity. "And replace it with yours, as soon as the rest of the moving trucks arrive, but for tonight you'll have to sleep on that bed." She shook her head looking distastefully at the furniture as if it were evil.
Just as the red-haired woman was about to leave, Lydia stopped her.
"Delia, I'm going to keep the vanity, the mirror on mine broke when we moved it down the stairs in New York, and this one's bigger anyway." Lydia stated.
Delia was an odd name, Betelgeuse thought to himself, but it fit the red perfectly. He grinned; it looks like he got himself free access to this room 24/7. If she had decided to get rid of it, and put another mirror in the room he wouldn't be able to look through it for months due to it not being part of the original furniture.
"Alright, but that's it on keeping furniture from this house. You and Charles both, I want this house to my standards. If we keep too much furniture from this house I will go insane. That furniture is horrible, and so is this house." Delia growled, exiting the room.
"You're the only thing wretched in this house." Lydia mumbled under her breath, following her out of the room to collect a few boxes that she already had moved in.
It was silent for a moment, and Betelgeuse faded out of the mirror to return to his house.
In his home, he began pacing, trying to come up with an action plan. Dammit, he needed some beer to help him think. Betelgeuse walked across the room and to the fridge. Inside, there were a few live beetles in a jar, rotting cantaloupe, and a pack of beer.
He reached for the beer and grabbed a bottle. It was going to be hard, but he could manage getting his home connected to that model. First, he would need to channel his powers to the model from the mirror, and then connect the two as if they were puzzle pieces. After he did that he would be knocked out from how much energy he would have to use, but he shrugged it off.
Betelgeuse approached the old mirror in his house, and focused on the attic mirror. Within a few seconds, he could see the attic. Barbara and Adam were debating on what to do if no one could see them, looking through their handbook. Ignoring them Betelgeuse focused on a grave in the model.
"Come to papa," he muttered.
With all his might, he pulled at the grave stone, dragging his house too it. A few more pulls, and he felt it click. His house was now connected to the model. Betelgeuse grinned, and looked at the couple seeing if they noticed him. They did not, and he, to make it easier on them, decorated the grave stone.
"Here lies Betelgeuse," the grave stone now declared.
The Maitlands dismissed themselves for bed, and Barbara wanting to rest lay on the couch, while Adam went to work on the model. One last trick had to be done. Betelgeuse focused on the handbook, and willed for one of his flyers to end up in it. In a swift breeze, a flyer tucked itself in-between the pages. That time, Adam noticed.
"Did you feel that breeze Barbara?"
Barbara yawned. "It's probably a breeze from the outside Adam, we're fine."
Adam thought about it, but dismissed it as well.
A soft cackle and Betelgeuse disappeared,
At his house, he lay on his couch, smiling. His eyes surveyed the room and he relaxed. This was going to be fun, but he had gotten his work done for the day, and now it was time to rest.
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(Back in Juno's office)
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Juno surveyed him, pulled out another cigarette. The one she was on already burned out.
"So, Juno, do you believe me so far?" Betelgeuse asked.
"Surprisingly yes, everything seems accounted for so far, and your description lines up with the others stories. That also explains a lot on how you were able to contact them, but you still have a lot to cover."
He nodded and stretched his arms. This wasn't so bad; it was sorda nice to recall everything, like watching surveillance footage of a beautiful crime you committed.
