Beetlejuice and Crew (c) Tim Burton

How long has it been? Almost four years now. So why does the past affect every aspect of her life. He hadn't made that much of an impression has he? Lydia's mind screamed to get some sleep. That face, that smell, that voice… Beetlejuice was his name. She dare not say it aloud in fear he would return to get what he wanted from her in the first place, even though she didn't clearly know what he wanted herself. Before she was a troubled teenager who didn't care about life, a teen who wanted to die, he was going to help her too and she was going to allow it, now well she isn't suicidal anymore, but those thoughts did haunt her at times.

'Call me'

Her eyes opened wide, the brown brilliant in the moonlight that immersed her through the windows. She stopped breathing for a moment in fear of the sound of her breath would awake 'him' once again. This had always happened around the same time… her head turned towards the clock. '2:45am' it read. Obvious groans escaped her chest; she was hoping to get at least three hours of sleep tonight. The covers flew off of her slender body. No longer was she a girl, but now a woman.

Twenty-one was her age, and she used it to the fullest. Slowly she got out of bed and fumbled with her robe, this was getting so old, she thought. All she wanted to do is sleep, but 'he' wouldn't let her. The door opened slowly and she walked in the hallway, she was no longer under the rules of her 'mother' and father. Finally she had sold some of her photos to some magazine company in New York and moved to her own cottage, down the street from her family and the Maitlands.

The fridge opened and the frigid air hit her and it made her gasp. Her head turned side to side because she knew that he would be in her face, hallucinations, she told herself, just hallucinations. She pulled out her favorite drink and now best friend, Vodka. Deciding to not even get a cup she tilted the bottle and let the strong alcohol hit the back of her throat. The burning was the only thing that made her stop drinking; she put the cap back on and dropped the bottle back in the fridge, not caring that it knocked over some items.

'Call me'

She mumbled some words before walking into the bathroom. Once the light was on she could see what 'he' had done to her, and he didn't even have to be here with her. Darker rings under her eyes, her hair so wild, it wasn't even funny. She was so pale, but that she expected. She was a beautiful woman, filling out the flat areas she used to have, meaning her chest and behind. She wasn't very skinny, but she was on the thin side. Delia still called her beautiful, but she didn't like her dressing gothic. Her father always called her beautiful, and he didn't care about what she would wear. Barbara gave her some tips on dressing and makeup and Adam, well he would just agree. She on the other hand would only get dressed up for occasions.

Her brown (now glazed over) eyes reflected the light coming from the ceiling, she studied herself and shrugged a few moments later. Slowly she walked out and flopped back onto her bed. Why was he in her mind? They have only met once and he had asked her to marry him, she didn't know what to think about him, he was disgusting but he had his charm. 'Get out of my head' She begged her mind to stop thinking. Slowly she closed her eyes, the alcohol already taken affect.

'Call me'

"Get out of my HEAD" her voice finally crackled under the pressure of calling 'his' name. She jumped out of bed and looked around her room. Everything seemed to be spinning, her head tilted towards the clock and she narrowed her eyes at the medicine bottle. "Shhhitttt…" she slurred. She had forgotten that she took pain medication. Vicodin and vodka didn't mix well. Slowly she sat back down, staring at the ground that seemed to be rising to her.

"Fuck this shit, why should I call his name?" Who was she speaking to? She didn't even know. "Bee…b…" A smirk appeared on her small mouth. "What… was that fuuucker's name?" She slurred heavily. Her ambitions were totally gone, if she was asked she probably didn't know her birthday at this time. Her middle finger flipped off the mirror she got out of the house, why did she want that thing? God only knows.

"Beetlejuice…"

A hic-cup came after the word, what had come over her? Both her hands smacked her lips and she laughed out loud, "That was his name…wasn't it? What the fuck kind of name is Beetlejuice" Unaware she said it twice now; she snorted and shook her head. The dark consumed her, glazed over eyes watched each shadow. Before she could think about anything else her head hit the pillows and her eyes closed.

"Fuck Beetlejuice" she breathed before she passed out.

Slowly out from her mirror a being manifested itself from the black smoke. His attire was famous, black and white striped suite. His hands appeared from the smoke, they were pale, but the tips of his fingers looked as if he dipped them in blood. A growl escaped his throat as he moved out from the black cloud that formed because of the mistake that the drunken and medicated Lydia made. His yellow and green eyes watched her passed out body on the bed, 'could this be any better?' He thought.

A crazed smirk, with his crooked, different colored teeth showing. He licked his lips with the green snake-like tongue. His hands reached for her exposed thigh, rubbing only millimeters away from her skin. Oh was she so vulnerable now, he bit his bottom lip as his hand ran from her thigh to her stomach, daring to touch her breasts.

Beetlejuice could remember everything as if it was a few hours ago. Ever since he saw her, he had picked her for his victim. There was something about her that made him stalk her. He was the one who gave her the idea of grabbing that mirror, whispering it into her ears each and every night. The one thing that he could watch her from and she could not seeing him. He was going to make her his bride; even if she protested until her little heart stopped he would follow her. His fingers touched her porcelain skin; she turned around unaware of the man she feared was standing over her breathing down her neck.

He had not forgotten what she did, rather, what the two bastards Adam and Barbara did to him. For years he waited in that waiting room, with those losers, then finally talking with that bitch Juno. How much did he have to go through to be with her? He will do anything to take her…anything. For a moment he stared at her, half believing that she was real and half believing that she was just another part of his imagination. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up. Taking a long drag he watched her quietly, thinking about what he could do to her now.

"Fuck…" She slurred before snoring again.

"Sleep well babes, I have been waiting four years for you, what is a few more hours?" he whispered deeply in her ear before licking the back of her ear and down her neck. Just the taste of her made him groan. His eyes rolled to the back of his head before he snapped his finger and disappeared.

Lydia's face frowned, something told her to wake up but all she did was open her eyes. Her head was spinning and her face was flustered, a distinct smells of cigarette smoke wafted into her nose and it made her rise. A chill ran down her back and she rubbed her arms and covered her bare legs up. She felt weird, but she thought that it was just the drink and the medication. "I need to sleep" She whispered, something made a noise and quickly she jumped out of bed.

Damn her and this fake phobia she had. She wanted to hit herself for being so damn jumpy, it wasn't the fact that she was scared, it was the fact that she knew something was going to happen. She sighed calmly and turned back to the bed. She was turning into her father now, miss jumpy now huh? A large frown appeared and she damned herself for even being close like her paranoid father. The sun was finally out; she sighed and flopped onto her bed.

"Oh so you do want to sleep with me" The dark and husky voice said in the midst of the silence that calmed her. Bloodshot eyes shot open so fast you would think that someone shot her with straight adrenaline. Moving her head, 'he' was laying down in her bed. Like she was possessed she pushed herself off the bed and her back hit the wall and she slid down to her knees. "Wha…" she barely breathed. A lump in her chest wanted to push itself out of her mouth and she wanted to throw up.

"Babes, I thought you loved me" He now uncovered himself and hovered to the other side, sitting on the edge of the bed and stared at her with a smirk. "I know you're shocked to see me but… I didn't know you would go all possessed on me" His tongue glided over his lips and he raised the cigarette and took another long drag that was followed with a sigh.

She looked at him, her eyes narrowed and she wanted to scream so loud, but she couldn't find it in her. "B…B…" She looked at her mouth. "What happened?" She spat out. He perked a brow at her, for a moment he thought he would be talking to the queen of silence. "Just a little insurance babes, you won't be saying my name anymore" He stood up, at the same time she quickly rose to her feet. "How the hell did you get here?" She didn't realize that the drink and medication had faded away when she was asleep, she didn't realize what she had did when she was intoxicated either.

He walked closer to her, his hands covering both her shoulders and he thrust her on the wall, the cigarette was spat out. "You are the one who called me" smoke came from each word he spoke; she turned her head slightly disgusted at him. "Get off me" She warned him. He perked a brow again and chuckled, "Get off you, why should I…" His tongue licked around his mouth again and his hands slowly glided down her shoulders towards her collarbone, she reacted with a kick to his privates and he fell to his knees.

Lydia wanted to laugh so hard at him, but it wasn't the time, or the place. "Fuck…that…bitch" he gasped between breaths. Even if he was just a ghost, he was solid and those parts were as solid as a rock just then. She ran into the hallway towards the door, for some reason she had this thought of him being like a vampire so she would run into the sunlight and he couldn't get her, right?

Once outside she looked behind to see if he was at bay in the dark house, when she didn't see him a sigh of relief appeared on her face and she turned back towards the yard only to find the red faced Beetlejuice staring at her dangerously. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the house. Both his pride and flesh hurt, he pushed her onto a chair and pulled out her drink. She watched him closely, her frown didn't go away. "Let me go B…B…" damn she couldn't say his whole name. "BJ"

He turned to her, his eyes still stinging. "No, you are my bride, you are not leaving me" He said seriously. He could be more playful, but she hurt him in more than one way, and in more than one place. This couldn't be happening to her huh? She thought and closed her eyes, when she opened them she knew that he would be gone and this was just all a hallucination. But it wasn't, what has she gotten herself into now?

muahahahahahah Evil BJ...er... Possessive BJ.

How do you like this story. I needed to do a dark one cause I write better when it is about dark things. So yea, tell me what you think!! Morse shall come.