Disclaimer: I give credit to all Beetlejuice characters to Tim Burton. I have taken a few lines from the movie just to start off from where I'd like the movie to change direction, but I do not own those lines at all, please don't hurt me… T – T
Warning: There is some slight M rated content later in the chapter. No scenes yet…but be patient, I'm waiting for my boyfriend to inspire me to write a good one ;) I shall deliver!
"Babes, you don't know how much I love you! That dinky little doll house was way too small for the Ghost with the Most, Lydia." He said it with such a purr my legs began to feel weak. There was something about him, behind all the grime, mold and dirt that I couldn't help but be attracted to…maybe he was that prince I had wished for long ago. I never did specify what kind of prince I had wanted…maybe he was a kind of frog prince. "You're welcome Siegmund." I loved that name. It was so regal…maybe he really was a prince, with a name like that he had to be. "So…now that I'm out, I'd love to show you what real creepy looks like…"
"Lydia! Watch out! Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetle-"
"No stop!" The Maitlands? They're back? "Honey, it's Bee-"
"No! Don't say his name. It's okay."
"She trusts me." Beetlejuice pointed at me. It was true too. For some odd reason I did trust him. There was something about him that made me feel…loved? Really? Was I seriously thinking that? Yeah…I guess so. While I'm at it, I guess I'm also thinking of how I want to cuddle up against him in my bed… "Really Lydia? You do?" Beetlejuice looked me in the eye with a look that could only be described as "the puppy dog" look. Wait…he could read my mind? Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. "Is there something wrong with that Lyds?"
"Stop doing that!"
"Lydia! What is he doing to you?" Barbara was really getting on my nerves… "Me too, can I juice 'em out of here please?"
"No! Mr. and Mrs. Maitland, could you give …Beej and me some time alone please?"
"Lydia what is the meaning of this? That disgusting, perverted, old man is in this house again and you want to keep him around?"
"Yes Mrs. Maitland, I'd like to talk to him. Could you give us a few minutes?"
"Trust me Mr. and Mrs. Maitland that's all we'll need." Beetlejuice smirked. "Beetle-!"
"Mrs. Maitland!"
"Sorry Lydia. We'll be downstairs, just shout if he tries anything funny."
"Sure thing." The Maitlands went downstairs to go move some of the décor around and mess with my dad and Delia. "So what did you want to do? Missionary, On Top…or are you a Dog lover?"
"Ewww, what the hell? No! I just wanted to talk with you. I have so many questions about death and the afterlife."
"Really? I thought most breathers were afraid of dying." I sat down in an armchair and dust flew everywhere. "Not me. I'm not like most people. Delia isn't my real mom and she makes my life hell. She's so…different, but she's not my kind of different. Just like you and the Maitlands are ghosts. You're the same type of being, but you're not the same personality-wise."
"Oh…I figured there was something off between you and Delia…you guys are never really friendly with each other. I'm sorry you have to deal with her…I'd probably want to kill myself too if I had to, BUT that would ruin your life and well babes…you only live once." He looked at me again, but this time I saw deeper into his mind. I saw hidden pain being unearthed, centuries old rage surfacing in once stagnant lakes of emotion…and I could have sworn I felt loss and loneliness emanating from his thoughts. "Yeah, you do babes. You seem to have triggered some old memories…thanks."
"I'm sorry…dad's psychologist says it's good to talk about the things that are bothering you. It helps to ease the emotions." He leaned back against the wall, clutched his face in his hands and slid to the floor, growling in frustration. "Lydia…You have no idea about the things I've done or the things I've suffered through…why are you so nice to me? The Maitlands pretty much summed me up with what they said earlier." He looked honestly distraught and confused. "We're outcasts. We need to support one another."
"I don't think you could support this outcast. I'm trying to tell you, my history is darker than the Black Death itself. This is the end result of having your heart ripped out by the hands of the Pope himself. His tainted hands corrupted my soul and this is what I became.
Author's Note: Hi everyone, I'm by no means a newbie writer, in fact I write all the time. But, I must warn you that this will by no means be updated regularly…I plan to update 1) when I finish a chapter 2) that depends on if I am inspired to write the next one and 3) the feedback I get from past chapters
I was so happy to see that I've already gotten Favorite-d and added to Alerts! I've never shared my work online like this before so it makes me feel really great and I hope to deliver some good works to you! Thanks for the beginner support, reviews would be lovely but I'm happy just seeing I've got some people's attention! :D
