AN: So . . . this is my first fanfiction. Yes, this first chapter is uber short, but I wanted to see if you liked the style and idea and whatnot. The rest of the story is written in my head. Just need to type it out. They will get longer, I promise! I'm just kinda testin' the waters. I do not own Beetlejuice or Lydia or any of it. Okay, technically I own a Beetlejuice (actually, I own two copies of the DVD and the soundtrack), but I do not own the Beetlejuice. I wish I did, but that would be the amazing Tim Burton, and those movie people that start with a G.

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There are two things that I'm afraid of. First, sandworms. I. Hate. Them. Second, losing Lyds. She's the best thing that's happened to me in my afterlife (and probably my life, but that was awhile ago, so I can't really remember).

Hey, you'd be afraid to lose her, too, if she was the only one to like you despite your chubby, perverted, prankster glory--or because of it . . . how the hell should I know why she sticks around?!

Anyway, she's seventeen now. Damn, five years? Lyds was so tiny when I met her. Heh, not tiny anymore. Can't stop starin' at her. Damn poncho's hidin' her curves . . . 'course that might be a good thing, givin' my charmin' personality.

So, why am I not with her at the moment? 'Cause she's pretty damn convinced that she needs to do homework to pass high school, and I "distract" her. That leaves me in the Roadhouse. Bored. But if I leave her alone, she gets her work done, and then I get her! At least until she decides she just has to sleep. Damn school.

Babes usually didn't take this long to finish. At this rate, I'll only get to see her for five minutes! It wouldn't hurt to go look in on her. . .

I walk into my room and look around with a smirk. It was almost beautiful in it's extreme dirtyness. Mess, ya know I love it. I float over to the mirror and lean against the side, still smirking.

"Lyds, what's takin' so--" My smirk disappears and if I still had a beating heat it would have stopped. Her room was a mess, the bad kind of mess. The mess that comes with destruction. Lyds wasn't anywhere in it, either.

"Babes?" No answer, and I start to panic. I look around and see something on the wall that makes me go even colder. Blood, still wet.

No. No no no no. She was gone. Worse nightmare come true. Lydia was gone. Lydia was hurt. Some one had taken my Lydia and hurt her. And there wasn't a fucking thing I could about it.

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AN: There ya go! Please be gentle when you throw the rocks ^^;; Also, next chapter will have the one thing that I do own in the Beetlejuice universe. Nightshade! She's a poltergeist, too. Don't hate her!! She's gonna help B get out so he can save Lydibug!