Disclaimer: Beetlejuice belongs to Tim Burton. Please don't sue. oo;
A/N: Well, this is my first story. Hope you all like!! Beetlejuice rocks. :3 If you have any constructive criticism, please send! o.o I can take it. ALSO, did anyone other than me notice that Betelgeuse said he felt a little anxious right after he met Lydia? ;D Just thought I'd put that out there.
Hades' Persephone
First one down was the flake. Dahlia? Darla? Whatever. It didn't matter. Either way, Betelgeuse just plain didn't like her. Nevertheless, it was pretty easy to make the woman of the house squirm and run for the hills. Just a little peek up her dress… not that there was anything good to see.
Next was Otho. There was just something about watching tubby rolling down the Deetz's staircase that sent a feeling of glee down the poltergeist's spine.
Oh-hoho! Now for ol' Chucky boy! The hideous snake creature was grinning as he picked up the fleeing man with it's rattle-snake tail- which, come to think of it, didn't make sense for a California King Snake, but Betelgeuse was having too much fun to really care whether his terrifying illusion was accurate- and hung the living man upside down. "We've come for your daughter, Chuck." With a slimy, screeching laugh, the filthy poltergeist uncoiled his tail, watching with insane emerald eyes as Charles Deetz fell.
Now, let's see. We got the fat one, the un-natural redhead, and Chucky. Only one left was the little girl. With a slimy grin, Betelgeuse slithered his snake form towards the Goth. He was just about to dive in for a bite, when he got an eyeful of her face.
Holy fuck, the girl was perfect. Dark, messy hair up in a gravity defying twist; with soft tendrils hanging down, just brushing against her shoulder. Thin, pale skin with a slight grayish tint. Her eyes were wide- brown, he noticed- and glittering with the life he wished he had. The girl's pretty little body was draped in a curtain of black, making her seem all the more small. Her pale pink lips were parted slightly, staring at him with fear; though she did not run, seeing as she was cornered by the repulsive poltergeist.
Betelgeuse grinned wider, slithering closer to the girl inch by inch. He wanted her. He wanted her bad. She was like this delicious caramel covered beetle that he'd just found and cornered.
"Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse!!"
Said poltergeist snarled as he heard the mothering voice of Barbara Maitland calling his name, forcing him to leave his pretty little pet and reappear in that fucking model. Thoughts of the girl filled his head. What was her name? How old was she? She couldn't possibly be more than thirteen or fourteen. But age didn't matter to him. Not to the dead. She'd get older; it's what breathers did. And he sure as hell had time to wait.
He would have her.
He swore it.