Hello everyone. It's been a very long time since I did anything to this story, but I feel really bad about not finishing it. A lot of people have asked me to finish and I really want to, so in order for me to be inspired again, I have decided to re-write this over. I'm sorry that I'm not very good at finishing these things. Please forgive me, my faithful readers. Enjoy…

Disclaimer – I don't own Beetlejuice. That's probably a good thing.

Chapter One: Just Drop Dead

Beetlejuice glared through the mirror at Lydia Deetz and wondered how she could just continue her everyday life like nothing had ever happened between the two of them. True, she didn't want anything to do with. She didn't want to marry him, and he had looked past that at first, because after all he was a dead guy and was much older than she was, but then he figured that there was nothing wrong with the idea because if she would have just married him, he would have left her alone. That would have been it. No one would have been hurt or eaten by a sandworm. He grumbled under his breath and looked away from the mirror, spotting a black beetle crawling for the safety of a crack in the wall beside his foot. He reached down and picked the bug up, curiously watching it struggle between his dirty fingers.

"Well," he said to the beetle, "Things aren't always so easy for us, are they?"

He tossed the bug into his mouth and then went back to watching the girl, waiting very patiently for her to slip up, come across some reminder. He could already hear her voice whispering his name. The thought made him shudder. It was never that easy, he had learned that long ago. But while he watched Lydia Deetz, he got a feeling in his gut, a pained sort of feeling unlike anything he had ever felt in his entire life or afterlife. It was something that he was sure he had never wanted to feel. The feeling could be easily discarded, however, and thrown out with yesterday's trash.

"Come on, Lydia," he said slowly, letting his fingers touch the icy mirror and trace the outline of her.

"Don't you know how to leave people alone?" Juno's angry voice asked from the door. She walked into the room, her eyes watching Lydia too, but only for a minute. She looked back at Beetlejuice and frowned.

"Sure, but I just don't want to leave Lydia Deetz alone," he answered. Something about that startled him. From the time, three years ago, when he had been so rudely sent back to the Neitherworld, he had been fixed on watching the girl. He shook his head and told himself that he didn't want to leave Lydia Deetz alone because she was his only ticket out of this world and into the Breather's world again.

"I don't understand you at all, Beetlejuice," Juno said, watching him closely, "How can someone like you, who has been punished for your past attempts at trying to escape and become part of the living world again keep it up? You sit there, and watch Miss Deetz with eyes so full of passion, but what I don't know is what kind of passion lurks within your mind."

Juno sounded concerned, but Beetlejuice just smirked and tapped on the glass with one finger. She saw passion in his eyes, did she? He chuckled softly and then turned away from the window, giving Juno his full attention.

"Passion, huh?" he laughed. "I guess hate is passionate."

Juno looked past Beetlejuice at Lydia who was sketching something. She looked back at Beetlejuice and her frown deepened.

"You don't have the girl, Beetlejuice," she whispered, "If you do, you shouldn't. It's not her fault that you're here, and that she wouldn't marry you. It's your own."

"Humph," he said, folding his arms and leaning against the mirror.

"Now, now, Beetlejuice," Juno said, "I'm leaving, and I'd expect you to do the same."

"I ain't leaving, Juno. This is my home and if I want to stand here all day and watch Lydia Deetz, that is my business, not yours," he said angrily, "I don't have to do anything."

"Fine, but it would probably be best to just leave her alone," Juno explained, making her way toward the door. Suddenly she added, "You know you don't hate her."

Beetlejuice watched her leave and shook his head before turning to look back at Lydia.

"Like I could ever love a breather," he whispered and then yelled, "I don't love Lydia Deetz. I never have, and I never will."

With those words, the girl's eyes shot up to the mirror, and stared straight at him, only, he knew she couldn't see him. She set her pencil and sketchpad down, and leisurely walked up to the mirror.

Her face shadowed over as she leaned in closer.

"Beetlejuice?" she asked in a shaky voice. She shook her head and turned to walk away, "No, I'm only hearing things."

She sat back down and laughed quietly before beginning to sketch once more. Beetlejuice watched her and a smile played across his face.

"That was once," he said to himself. But something didn't seem right, how could she have heard him? How could she have known it had come from the mirror? "Something's really not right."

Beetlejuice looked down at the girl with curious eyes. Nothing seemed different about her, or at least he thought, until his eyes feel to her right hand. A tiny band on her ring finger shimmered in the dim light. It was his ring. She was wearing his ring! Something about the thought of her wearing the small golden band excited him. If his heart had been beating, it would have stopped. If he were breathing, his breath would have stilled. Something about the ring opened some different feeling towards the girl, something Beetlejuice had never felt before towards a living…or un-living soul.

He didn't like the new feeling, however, and he wanted to get rid of it. He glared down at the girl and waited until she was totally fixed on her drawing before he whispered,

"Just Drop Dead."

Well…I hope everyone here enjoys this new version of Breather as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Remember. I love reviews!

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