Shattered Mirrors
Chapter One: This Town's Famous for One Little Girl
"Baby, we can't keep doing this." The masculine voice whispered softly into her hair as he held her to him. Her head was against his chest. The man was handsome, even in the dimly lit room. His hair was short and shaggy, the color of a raven's feathers. He was only wearing a pair of tight jeans on his slim frame. He just let go of her, and she almost stumbled and fell as he did so. She had been leaning against him.
"What do you mean?" She asked, a bit angry about how he just let go. She sat up on his desk. She wore a black low-cut top and a black pleated skirt with netting on the underside of the pleats. A chain hung off one side of the skirt. Her hair was honey brown and came to her shoulder in razor cuts. While the man looked to be in his late 20s, she looked young. 17 at the oldest.
"I mean, that we can't do this, here. I could lose my job, you could be sent away. We need a place to be together." He said, glaring at her as he grabbed up a white cotton dress shirt and slipped it on his arms and over his shoulders, buttoning it up with thin nimble fingers and then fixing the collar.
"So...you're saying you don't want to be with me then?" She didn't seem phased by his words, but really she was crushed. "I understand our...relationship isn't right, but...you don't even want to try? You started this!"
"I'm not saying that. I can't say no to you...I'm just saying that we can't be together until you can find us a safe place for us to be together, without anyone interrupting. So we don't have to worry about locking the classroom doors. Closing the blinds, and hoping no one hears." He said, he was being crude, because he was angry at her for this.
Her honey brown eyes watched him as she slid off of the desk. "Fine then. A week from now, my house will be totally empty, and you better be able to be with me then." She said, angrily. Although she felt anything but angry.
"Aya, wait, I didn't mean...Aya." He called after her but she had already walked out of the room.
She was out of the school before he could catch up to her. "How dumb can I honestly get?" She asked herself. 'I just promised him I'd have my house empty by next week...but there's no way I can get rid of my own parents...well I could, but I don't wanna go to juvvie.' She thought to herself. She shivered a bit.
It was late fall and it was windy outside. The wind picked up the autumn leaves and whirled them around the ground. Then something hit her in the head. Five times. "What the hell?!" She yelled angrily at the sky as she grabbed what was clinging to the back of her head. She crumpled it up but after a moment something told her to unfold the old brown piece of paper.
She looked at it. It was an old flyer. "Spice up your life with a taste of the afterlife, bio-exterminator extraordinary, need a pad to haunt, a grave to flaunt, just give your friendly bio-exterminator a call." She read it out loud, stopping walking.
"Hm...how am I supposed to call this guy?" She asked as she looked at it. She was just guessing it was a guy because of the word "exterminator". "Oh wait, there's fine print." She said. She walked until she was under a street lamp. "Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice." She read the tiny script. "How the hell does that help me?"
Suddenly the lamp burst and the glass shattered. She gave a girlish squeal and ran when she heard the 'pop' of the bulb exploding. She looked around, but it was dark and there was only another street lamp on the street. She started to step back, planning on heading back to the school and asking Leslie for a ride home. He wouldn't be too mad about it, at least she didn't think.
Then suddenly something tripped her and she fell down, hard onto the concrete. "Ow!" She exclaimed as she winced in pain. Then she felt something wrap around her leg and pull her forward. She gave another girlish squeak. Then she noticed something was above her. She blinked, twice to make sure what she was...somewhat seeing. It was dark outside, so maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her. Her night vision had never been that great anyways.
Above her she could make out a man's shape, he was middle-aged from the look of it. Ewwie. He also looked ugly after she had just seen her handsome teacher shirtless. From what she could make out, he had really messy hair and he was shorter then her lover. He wasn't as skinny either. Or as well built. "Let go of me you perv!" She screamed, loudly and kicked him in the stomach before yanking her leg back and scrambling to stand up.
"You call me and yet I'm the perv." The guy said as he rubbed where she had just kicked him. "Nice to meet you too, toots." His voice sent shivers down her spine and not the good kind. The repulsed kind that made her think of him as some kind of sleaze bag. "Well if you'll just say my name three times again then I'll be on my way. Or better yet I'll just leave now." He said, and a hat appeared out of nowhere and was placed on his head.
"Wait...wait, let's get somewhere a little more...illuminated." She said, running a hand through her hair. Maybe she had over-reacted. She saw a bag that looked filled with stuff. "Are you the bio-exterminator?" She asked him flat out. Because if he wasn't, she could just kick him again and run for it. Maybe those karate classes when she was a kid weren't for nothing after all.
"Illuminated? You want a romantic dinner by candlelight? Well then I'm happy to oblige." The guy snapped and a chair swooped under her and she was seated at a table. She looked around. They were at the old cabin in the woods she used to hide out at. There was a table with a cobweb tablecloth in front of her, and candles were floating in the sky.
That's when she got the first look at the man sitting across from her. His skin was tinted blue, and he had purple dark bags around his eyes like he hadn't slept since the stone age. His hair was white blond and messy like she had noticed in the dark. He looked like he hadn't seen a hairbrush since at least the 20s. He was wearing a black and white striped suit with a purple undershirt. How tacky. He looked like he hadn't bathed in years...and he smelled like it too. Gross.
She wrinkled her nose at the site of him, and wanted to go take a bath at the fact he had grabbed her by the ankle. She jumped out of the chair and had to dodge a few floating candles. "Are you the effing bio-exterminator or are you just some fucking freak?!" She yelled. She had a temper and she grabbed one of the candles, pointing it at him threateningly. Maybe she was just a bit high strung.
"Baby, you ain't the most normal color in the crayon box yourself." He said as he sipped what looked like...bugs from a wine glass. He had his feet propped up on the table and didn't think anything about the candle she held. "Yes, yes already, babes. If exterminators are what you're into then that's me, just let me go get my overalls and bug gear and we can play." He said with a roll of his eyes.
Ewwww, he was acting as if it was some kind of sick fantasy roleplaying game. "No, no. I need your help to get rid of some people." She said with a roll of her eyes. She set the candle down, a bit of hot wax dripping onto her hand but she ignored it.
"Oh, so you're into pain games then. Well we can play that too...just don't go to rough." He was still on his sick roleplaying fantasies.
"Are you some kind of pedophile?" She asked in a bored tone, the anger seeping into mere irritation. "I guess you aren't serious. Oh well, I could've paid you a fortune to get rid of my parents." She said, as she started to walk to the door of the cabin. She felt a slimy, cold hand on her arm, holding her back and she flinched and a shiver went down her spine. He was touching her again.
"Wait, say that again. Fortune? Now you're speaking my language you little heiress you." He said, and he suddenly pinched her cheek. Ew, he was touching her face now. He was standing in front of her.
She wanted to puke. There was no way she could imagine a guy like him ever getting a girl. No wonder he was such a pervert. "Get your slimy hands off me, you git." She said, in a very pretty British accent. He blinked, her voice had just changed.
"Oh, so we're having a tea party now? Let me go get my powdered wig." He said, in a horrible British accent.
She sighed. "Yes, I said fortune. I'm saying two grand if you get rid of them within a week." She said. He wasn't a hitman, he could take it or leave it.
"When you say 'get rid' I can't kill them. I can drive them out of your pad," he changed into a striped maxi-pad, "get them out of your crib," he changed into a baby's crib, "and get them all up out of yo grill." He changed into a barbecue grill.
Aya had to admit. The guy was a little funny, but she didn't want him to be funny. She wanted to be angry at something, and he was going to be that thing. He was going to get rid of her parents for her. "Alright." She said.
He nodded. "Alright, just sign these papers here, here, and here. Initial here. Print name here. Check here, here, and here." He had a stack of paperworks and a skull pen that he had her sign with.
She didn't even care what she was signing, she just signed through it. It was weird that the ink looked like blood but she ignored it. After she handed him back the pen she felt like she had suddenly given her soul up to the devil.
"Let's get this show on the road!" He said with a cackle as the papers vanished and he turned into a carnival caravan. He turned back into his ugly, ghoulish self though. "So tell me, worst fears, phobias, give me the gory details." He said.
She laid down on the cabin floor. It was going to be a long night. She went through the details of everything that she knew her parents were scared of. Everything that freaked them out. Every little thing she knew. And yet, she felt no guilt for making a deal with this creature to scare her parents out of the house.
It was almost three in the morning by the time she had said everything she could think of. She was laying on the cabin floor still, her arms underneath her head and looking up at the ceiling.
"Why do you hate them so much, girlie?" He asked suddenly, surprising Aya enough to make her sit up.
Her shirt fell down just a bit, showing some cleavage and then what looked like as slash mark. He noticed, but ignored it. He was just there to get rid of them, she wasn't any of his business. Well, at least not that she knew of. "I just need to get rid of them, as fast as I can..." She said softly.
She didn't seem ready to leave the cabin anytime soon. "Well, I've got some preparing to do. So say the magic words." He said, making a motion with his hands for her to say his name.
"Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice." She said before laying back. As soon as he left she fell asleep laying on the floor. She woke up in the morning and wondered if she had dreamed it all up. Surely, there wasn't some ghost guy going to help her out with her problems. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. 10 missed calls.
Eight were from her parents, the other two were from Leslie Griffin, her teacher and boyfriend. She called Leslie back. "Hiya baby." She said sweetly, although she was seething about their argument last night.
"Look, I know what you said, but how are you going to get rid of your parents and still keep your house?" He asked her right away and she had the sudden flash of anger across her pretty face.
"I'm dealing with it. I'm...gonna make them think the house is haunted. Mom's already half-crazy and dad will just follow here out. It'll be a piece of cake." As soon as she said this she saw something in the mirror. A huge piece of cake. Holy fizz wizz...she hadn't been dreaming. "Baby...let me call you back." She hung up the phone before he could protest.
In the mirror stood the greasy, sleazy scumbag she had seen the night before. He was mocking her. "Baby...let me call you back." He said in a high-pitched British accent. "It'll be a piece of cake." He mocked again. "Oh baby, just strip me down and - "
"Enough, damn." She was tempted to throw her phone into the mirror. "Besides, what were you doing listening to my phone call anyways?" She said. Yes, she was throwing a tantrum at him. Except there was nothing to threaten him with this time.
"Um, babe, you got a little something, right here." He said, pointing at his chest.
She looked down. Her shirt had slipped down so far that the top of her red lace bra was showing. She blushed and pulled her shirt back up, doing another button on it. "Fucking perv." She mumbled. She just headed out of the cabin before she heard "HEY WAIT"
She paused and went back into the cabin. "What the hell do you want, pedo?" She asked with a groan. Someone had definitely not had her cup of coffee this morning.
Beetlejuice was almost glad she wasn't a ghost, imagine the anger she could have if she had powers. "I can't take care of your problem inside this mirror." He pointed out. He was a bit more somber this morning, maybe it was because of her anger...or the fact that he had been flashed on accident.
"Oh, yeah..." She said after thinking about it. She was kind of embarrassed about that perv seeing her bra. Only Leslie got to see that. "Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice." She said. "Boy, your name gets annoying." She said with a sigh.
"Speaking of names, yours is..." He looked at the papers she had signed. "Aya Sanders. Nice name toots, I'll remember that when I have to remember what to moan when - "
"Will you quit being disgusting?" She interrupted him. She started to walk away. She disliked him. She didn't even want to know how he got rid of her parents.
"Hey, sweetheart, where do you think you're going?" He asked blocking her way.
"School. I'm 16, I go to school." She said with a glare up at the taller figure. He looked even worse in daylight. "Now let me past." She felt like she was fighting her dad to leave the house.
"You aren't going anywhere until we get rid of those rents and I get paid." Beetlejuice said and his tone was dangerous and somewhat warning her.
Aya found that he suddenly scared her. He was taller then her, he was bigger then her. He was a guy, and he could overpower her easily. She tried to push past him.
Suddenly arms were around her, on either side of her and she was pinned to the wall. He was pinning her there, looking down at her. "Now are we going to get this over with or am I going to have to force you?" He asked her.
She shivered and squirmed, kicking up at him again. "Quit saying things like that perv."
Beetlejuice just let go of her. "Good, now that we have that cleared up. Let's get this party started." He said in a cheerful tone and with a snap of his fingers they were in her house. Her parents were downstairs and seemed to be arguing about something.
"Where could that girl be?"
"She's gonna be in so much trouble when she gets home"
"But remember what her teacher said about seeing her bruises, we can't exactly do the same thing."
Aya was shivering. They were in her room which was bare except for a big bed and a wardrobe. She sat on the bed. She was scared of her parents, and Beetlejuice noticed it.
For some reason, seeing the girl who had threatened him, being scared about something else other then him...made him angry. There was no way he was going to do his best at this job. No, this time he was going to do his absolute worst.
There was a squeal and a holler downstairs as the bottom floor of lights went out. Aya blinked. Beetlejuice had already started.
AUTHORESS NOTE// So, I hope this was okay. I tried to keep a balance between humor and seriousness. I also know that there aren't any original characters from the show on here yet, other then Beetlejuice of course. I'll introduce a few more characters later. Please review, because I'm really nervous about how this is going to be taken since Aya isn't from the show. I tried to keep Beetlejuice in character, and trying to mix the him in the shows with the him in the movies.
