A/N:
So THIS is what happens when you've watched The Addams Family Values while listening to tango music while reading Cobwebs and Stripes on your computer while working on a tango drawing between Lydia and Betel…this was going to happen whether or not I wanted it to lol.
This particular rendition of Betelgeuse is based on Adda-the-Ripper version of BJ himself. She has a redesigned look about him-a more refined, almost suavemente Betelgeuse. Mind you he's still the vulgar, disgusting, stinky, pervy BJ we all know and love, but with a hint of Don Juan. Ada also gave him a different look too—his hair (still crazy) is combed back more and his eyes…damn his eyes…that's how I fell in love with her rendition! Instead of the jade/green eyes we know BJ to have, Ada gave him near colorless eyes. All you really see is the piercing of little black dots in his eyes. It's dreamy, creepy, haunting, and lusty all wrapped together and topped with a black bow. So his personality and looks are based off of Ada's comic Cobwebs and Stripes. A fanfic of a fanfic lol.
I've also kept Lydia as close to Ada's vision of her as well. She's way more mature and level headed in her comics…but we all know she's falling for BJ, and she's falling HARD. Just give it time…it'll happen…
So this fic is my own rendition of these two finally realizing they have a "thing" for eachother.
This fic is also being Beta'ed by the amazingly witty and wonderful FairDrea (author of Haunting Temptation) SHE's also another reason why I have to write this fic…it won't leave me be otherwise…
ALSO—expect a mass of cameos.
I DO NOT OWN BEETLEJUICE (BETELGEUSE) AND IT'S CHARACTERS. THIS IS FOR PURE FUN. I DO NOT MAKE A PROFIT FROM THIS STORY.
IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT THEN BUGGER OFF.
It was a quarter past nine in the evening and Lydia Deetz had never anticipated Halloween more than she did tonight. The moon was full; the night was dark and misty with a hint of ghostly chill. It was perfect.
Her roommate had left for the weekend, giving Lydia free access to whatever music her mood desired. The young Goth twirled and shimmied as she glided back and forth from her mirror to her closet; black skirts floating around her as if spellbound. She sashayed back into her closet and ran her fingers along her hanging necklaces, coming to stop on a particularly long piece. She lifted it from its hook and went back to her mirror. Lifting the necklace high over her head and opening the chain wide, she slipped the necklace around her neck and stared into the mirror.
Lydia wasn't normally one to go to a salon to have her hair done, but today it was a must. Her once black tress was teased, smoothed and sprayed tightly against her head in a French twist topped with a red rose hairpiece.
Her eyes were done in a silver smokey shadow and lined with heavy knohl liner, turning her brown eyes into a warm chocolate glow. A light blush had been applied to her normally pale cheeks and a grey contour applied to the hollow of her cheekbones, neck, and nose. At first, she was against the whole "contouring" phase, but when the makeup artist applied it to her face, in shades of grey and mauve, it made her face appear almost skeletal; and she loved it.
Securing matching earrings to her ears, she leaned into the mirror for the final touch.
I'm Not Really a Waitress red.
Lydia puckered her lips and slowly applied the lushious red stain across her lips. She took care to not over due the red application and keep the color within the lines of her natural lips. Her mouth widened as the color swept her bottom lip and then she smacked her lips together, effectively blending the lip color together.
In a moment of rare feminine empowerment, Lydia pursed her lips in the mirror's reflection before running her tongue along her bottom lip. She promptly burst out in a fit of giggles before flashing a white toothy smile back at the mirror…only to have her perfectly straight teeth turn into a putrid shade of gray and green. She gasped as her hands flew to her mouth only to realize the cackling poltergeist on the other side of the mirror.
"Betelgeuse…" Lydia scolded lightly. The dead man's image flickered into the mirror's frame, toothy smirk firmly in place. "Trick." His glowing white eyes leered at the woman on the other side of the mirror. "Or treat?" he purred. "You know three is the magic number, Babes."
Lydia stepped back from the mirror and looked down at her hands, which now had red lipstick smeared in the palms of her hands. She frowned slightly before looking up at the ghost.
"Betelgeuse,"
The poltergeist adjusted the lapels of his suit and patted away the dirt from his sleeves as he waited for her to call his name for the final time.
"Betelgeuse!"
Lydia felt the telltale temperature drop as the ghost phased out his mirror prison and into the world of the living. A misty green fog poured from the bottom of the mirror before twirling around Lydia and forming a solid body next to her. The last bit of the mist flipped the bottom of her skirt up for good measure. The Goth girl smacked his now corporeal shoulder and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Happy Halloween Betel."
"Likewise Babes." Betelgeuse snapped his red fingers and juiced up a lit cigarette between his dry lips. His eyes followed Lydia as she floated over to her dresser and fished out a wet wipe and attempted to scrub the lipstick off her hands. It was only when her back was turned to him did he let his eyes wander her figure.
Since when did she wear tight shirts and skirts? Not that he was complaining. The girl was bound to grow up eventually…and grow up she did. Quite nicely in fact. He was enjoying the little show she was unknowingly putting on for him before he decided to make himself known. Red was a good color on her.
Although, he didn't like her hair in its uptight bun or whatever it's called.
Betelgeuse kicked his feet up and floated lazily in mid air. He blew a dark cloud of smoke between his teeth as he watched Lydia attempt to fix her lipstick.
"So what's the agenda for this annual horrible evening? Picture night again?" he chuckled, reminiscing on their first Halloween shackled together. He had noticed her camera gear laid out on her bed and arranged for packing. Lydia set her lipstick down on her dresser and smirked in the mirror. She twisted her body and faced the poltergeist with a look that could have been easily mistaken for…lust? Her lifted up gracefully while her hands twirled and clicked imaginary castanets. She passed for a dramatic pose and savored the stunned look Betelgeuse was now sporting.
Oh how she wanted to take a picture of this rare moment.
Lydia dropped her hands and laughed. Betelgeuse frowned and shook his head to clear his mind of the sultry image now seared into his brain; chewing on the butt of his cigarette in annoyance.
"Minx." He muttered.
"I've got a gig tonight." Lydia announced as she walked to her bed to check and make sure all her photography equipment is accounted for. Betelgeuse rolled on his stomach and floated down to the bed. He pretended to look interested but instead he gave her a pointed stare with his eerie eyes.
"Yer going to work?" he deadpanned. "On Halloween night?"
"Yup." Lydia suddenly felt guilty and tucked an imaginary strand of hair behind her ear. His eyes narrowed as she avoided looking at him. He really hated her hair.
"But it's a full moon Babes." He plucked the dead cigarette from his mouth and flicked it away, not caring where it landed. Lydia saw the cigarette land on her dresser from the corner of her eye. She frowned.
"Yes I know. I need the money." Lydia still avoided his eyes. Why did she feel so guilty? It's not like they had made plans or anything.
Her bottom red lip was sucked into her mouth and between her teeth. Betelgeuse watched as she worried her lip. "It's a grand opening of an underground tango club and the owners want me to photograph the new patrons." She turned her back to him and went over to the dresser mirror. Damn it, she messed up her lipstick again. "I hear it's a really high end club and only the chosen elite can get in. So I need to dress the part."
"Tango huh? Didn't know you were into dancing."
"I took lessons while…while you were gone. It was years ago but I really enjoyed it."
Betelgeuse remained silent, knowing that she was referring to the time between him being eaten by a sandworm to the time he showed up in shackles in her bedroom. But his silence remained short. He snapped his fingers and in a whirlwind of icy green mist, he appeared by her side again and gazed at his reflection in her mirror.
A toothy green grin cracked his face.
"Well then…I should dress for the occasion."
His fingers snapped. Gone was his signature black and white striped suit and white undershirt. A sleek black fitted suit replaced the former followed by a deep red dress undershirt. The undershirt came undone at the first three buttons and a red handkerchief was neatly folded in his outer breast pocket. A second snap of his fingers and silver skull cufflinks appeared. He lifted them up and adjusted them between his stained fingers; all the while leering at Lydia who stood back with her arms crossed and watched his dramatic wardrobe change.
A twitch of his hand and a black lacquered cane appeared twirling between his fingers. He set down the tip with a thud and between his fingers, brandished the ruby eyed skull at the top of the cane.
Turning towards the mirror, Betelgeuse inspected his appearance before realizing something was missing.
Snap.
A top hat appeared on the crown of his head.
"Too formal,"
Snap.
A ball cap.
"Informal,"
Snap.
Red fedora.
Snap
Black fedora.
"Perfect," he reached for the brim of the fedora and tilted it forward on his head.
Snap.
Red tinted round vintage glasses rested on the bridge of his nose. He squinted.
"Too vampire-y"
Snap.
The red turned green. He liked green but it didn't work. Snap.
Violet.
"Now we're talking." He turned to Lydia and twirled his cane in one hand before bowing dramatically before her. "Shall we?" He extended a clammy hand to her and waited.
And waited.
Lydia still stood with her arms crossed as she eyed Betelgeuse's new ensemble.
"I don't know Betel…I don't need trouble at the club. I really can't mess this up." She sighed. Honestly she'd really like him to come…but trouble tends to follow the poltergeist wherever he goes.
Betelgeuse's jaw dropped to the floor, literally. He scooped up his fallen jaw and replaced it back with a sickening grind of bone against bone.
"Babes!" he cried out. "You're not going to leave me to my lonesome on the best fucking night of the year…" He contorted his face in an effort to look like a sad dog, hands coming up and resting in a plea over his chest. Lydia stared right back at him with a delicately manicured eyebrow arching up.
Damn, even her eyebrows look sexy tonight. He thought.
"Look, I'll make ya a deal." Betelgeuse shrugged and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Any trouble and you can wish me away with the magic B words."
"You and your deals." Lydia commented, but she lifted those perfectly red lips in a small smile. Or not so perfect, there was a smudge in a corner. His face cracked with a wicked smile.
"Yeah." He reached out and took her chin in his hand gently. "Me and my deals." He ran his thumb along the edge of her lip line and juiced the smudge away while deepening the color of the stain. His eyes glowed eerily as they remained locked on her own brown ones. He then let his hand drop to his side, leering grin still firmly in place. "So…do we have a deal?"
Yeah so I threw in an Alucard reference...did you see it?