Wow I can't say how much fun it is writing all dark and crazy. Haha it fits me. Anyways...

Beetlejuice & Crew (c) Tim Burton

Plot (c) To me

Lydia watched him closely as he drank the rest of her alcohol. How much did he need? Half a bottle was left and he drank it all in one drink. Did he know what that was, a shot would get her tipsy and two shots would get her drunk. Half a bottle? She couldn't believe that thirty dollars of alcohol was gone.

"BJ" She began, staring at the moldy clothes trying not to vomit "Why the hell are you here? I don't want to marry you, get it, I want to be left alone" Her patience was wearing thin more because of the fact that her alcohol was guzzled down by this...freak. His head turned, eyes glazed over instantly and his face in a deadly grin. "Lyds, babes…I…don…don't want…to…leave you" He hic-cupped and stumbled over to her. "You...u-understand me."

A gasp escaped her throat as he made his way to her, she backed up away from him as if he was some plague, well he was in her eyes, but that wasn't the point. The alcohol bottle dropped and shattered, he stumbled over towards her and fell over grabbing her legs taking her down with him. A small scream barely left her throat; she desperately tried to kick him away. "What….s…the…matter, I…know…you…want…m-me" He growled. "No I DON'T!" She yelled, balling her fists and socking him on the top of his head.

He scowled at her when he felt her hitting him. He stood up and grabbed her shirt forcefully. "Get off me BJ! Get off me now!" she shrieked at him, she wasn't going to let him have his way with her. He acted as if he didn't hear or feel her when she hit him and he pushed her against the wall again making her gasp with pain. "Lydia, get ready" His deep voice was husky and lechery could easily be seen in his pale green eyes. Her own eyes opened wide with fear as he placed one of his hands on her waist. "No, No, No, NOOOOO" she breathed. She had to think of something, what to do? Her hands punched his chest but it didn't even move him, she tried to kick his privates but she couldn't because he was pushing up against her.

"Alright!" She said trying to sound defeated. He looked at her confused. "Alright what?" Slowly he stopped advancing. She placed her hands reluctantly behind his head and rubbed his head, "Let me down BJ and I will show you how to handle me" She was glad that he was somewhat impaired because her voice was shaky and this was such a bad impersonation of being sexy. He leered at her then leaned in more wishing those pesky clothes would move more quickly. "That's my girl; I will show you why I am the ghost with the most" he uttered into her ear. The distinct smell of dirt and raspberry vodka made her gag and she noticed for some reason when he spoke it wasn't as slurry as before.

Slowly she was put down and he backed up, unbuttoning his shirt. She curled her lips to a smirk and with every ounce of strength she pulled back her right leg and flung it forward to hit him square in 'those' parts, again. He dropped to his knees, hard, she watched him not caring about running away because he was going to catch her anyways. No sound came from him, his eyes widened and the sting made tears roll down his cheeks, if he had been alive his whole body would have been red. The pain hit him so hard he finally threw up at her feet and passed out.

Lydia walked into the bathroom feeling somewhat bad about doing that to him, but why? He was going to rape her wasn't he? Hearing a noise she opened the door and stuck her head out to see that he was still face down in the hallway. "Serves that bastard right" she mumbled before shutting the door and locking it. She had to get clean; he made her feel so damn dirty, and not in the good way. Slipping into the hot shower made her feel better. She relaxed as much as one could with a sex hungry maniac laying face down in their hallway.

Another noise was heard and she pulled back the shower curtain to find him with the look of grimace on his face. 'What to do?' she thought quickly and spotted the metal scratcher she used to clean the tub with. "Lyds, why are you so hard headed?" He asked her trying to sound as masculine as a guy who just almost got his man hood kicked out of him can. Without warning she pointed the shower head at him and grabbed the metal scratcher to scratch his face, pieces of dirt and mold flew off. He yelled as the water drenched him, quickly without saying anything more he disappeared. A huff was given and she quickly got out of the bath. "That will show him to come near the shower" she mumbled under her breath.

He reappeared in the living room, "That fucking bitch…s-she washed me…" He was so ego hurt that a little voice in the back of his mind asked him if it was worth following her. Twice has she kicked him in the nether-regions, and now washing him? His face was scrubbed with a metal scratcher, the mold was gone. That was it, that girl was going to know who the boss was around here, he told himself. No more was she going to make a fool of him, even if it was around nobody.

Lydia walked into her bedroom. She slammed the door shut and yelled at the top of her lungs. "Stay away from ME" Tears threatened to break from her eyes, she flopped down on her bed and looked around. "Why can't he get it though his head?" she whispered to herself. What kind of life was this? Being afraid of walking out of your room because some ghost wants to rape you? Good lord what did she do to deserve this? The only time she even had a hint of a smirk was when her mind replayed her kicking him so hard he threw up. 'He deserved that' she thought.

It was so dark in her room; one wouldn't know that it was the middle of the day. She opened the curtains and looked outside. Her parent's house or… the Maitland's house was visible; would he push her into going back? The thought scared her; there was nothing that could make her move back. She turned around and opened the drawer with all the camera items and stared at it. Was she really in the mood to take pictures? She needed to sale some quick because she was running out of money.

Beetlejuice walked to her door. He didn't open it but listened to her. "No, not today" he heard her whisper then he heard the drawer slam and backed up some. He thought so hard about what he can say and do to her to make her like him. He would never admit that he had fallen for her, or her body, which ever the one it was it was still attached to the same person. A heavy sigh escaped him before he softly knocked on the door.

Lydia froze in her steps and didn't make a sound. He knocked again and she looked at the door confused. Why if moments ago he wanted to rape her, he was now acting normal and knocking on doors? She couldn't understand him and shook her head. "What" Her voice was cold and bitchy.

He smirked at the way she said 'what', for a moment he thought he was going to have to bust through the door because of the silence. "Lyds…Look" He began, walking into her room. Before he knew it a pillow was shoved in his face. She began throwing everything she could reach at him. He was getting pissed off at this girl who thought she could just hurt him and get away with it. "Lyds…" he began and she threw another pillow at him, he could have sworn he saw a glimpse of a smirk on her little face. 'Fuck it' he thought and lunged for her pinning her down on the bed. "I told you, I told you I don't want…" She began, she was so pissed off at him and he didn't expect that.

"Shut up Lydia and listen to me" He roared over her rants. She stopped and perked an eyebrow at him. He wasn't going for her underwear so what was he doing? "Well then get off me" She pushed herself forward, pushing him off her. "Fine" A hint of irritation was found in his voice.

"So what in the hell do you want to talk to me about?" Her own voice equally irritated, which caught him off guard again. He was used to the scared Lydia that ran from him.

"Well…" He began and pulled out his cigarettes and lit one "I wanted to know if you…wanted to… go with me…to…" God damn how hard was it to say, was he too afraid that she was going to reject him?

"No" she said coldly before he had the chance to finish. He tilted his head at her and frowned, what the hell was this? Why the hell was she saying no? She didn't even know what he was going to say.

"What…I mean…" He started again looking at her.

She stared at him coldly. "I said leave me alone" Her voice was stern now. He could feel himself turning irate and it was visibly seen that his ego has had enough. "Fine… Be a bitch…" he huffed and turned around slamming the door behind himself.

She couldn't help but smirk, "Fine be an ass…" She yelled out. Finally she was proud of herself for being strong enough to stand up against him. Some reason seeing him act like that almost made her sorry for him. Damn her natural care giving heart. She wouldn't give in and let him close her; she needed a way out of here.

Beetlejuice stormed into the living room and punched the wall. "Fuck her man…" He took a long drag on his cigarette, oh god was it so calming. "That fucking bitch… she…" He looked back towards her room and shook his head. "How can she reject me? What the hell does a guy have to do to impress someone?" Why was he so hurt by her words? He walked back into the hallway debating on storming in and taking her to go somewhere whether she liked it or not.

This was no way to live, fighting with someone that wasn't obviously leaving. She was going to have to work with him… She put her hand over her mouth. "Oh shit" She said before gagging and almost throwing up, just from the thought of working with him. A sigh escaped her and she shook her head. "Lydia you're going to regret this" she whispered to herself before walking out of her room towards the living room. Her head turned towards him and he stared at her coldly. Silence surrounded them like a thick fog that threatened to suffocate her. "God" She said and slammed a cup on the counter. "Ok, what is it you want from me?" She said finally giving into the silence and the tension.

He pulled his lips to a smirk and rose out of the chair thinking that she had given in to his charm. "I think you have a good idea what I want babes" He slunk into the kitchen and grabbed her around her waist from behind. "Ew" she said and moved away from him, he wiggled his eyebrows. "Stop doing that" shivers ran down her spine from him touching her. 'Weird'…she thought.

Damn it he couldn't help himself around her; she had grown up to be such a fine young woman. Lust was built up so much from not having any; he probably wouldn't know what to do if he had his chance. "Lydia…" He began walking closer to her putting his arm up and leaned against the wall and looked down at her, the smell of him almost made her pass out. "Well, we started off on the wrong foot" A large grin appeared on his face and he grabbed her hand, she pushed herself to not pull her hand away and see what he was up to.

"Do you want to grab something to eat with me?" Man what he would do to get some; he was having such a hard time being nice to her. Lydia stared at him narrowing her eyes and shrugged. What was she doing? Why would she put herself on the line and go out in public with this monster? "Fine, I will go on a few conditions" she said simply, pulling her hand from him and crossing her arms. If he wasn't at his limit with her already, those last words tested it. Threw gritted teeth he said "Fine, what are they?" So much for him being the boss right? She may have won the battle, but the war had just begun sweetie.

"First, you will not touch me in any way shape or form" Her finger pointed at his face and he restrained himself from not breaking it. "If people ask about us… which I pray they won't… you are my uncle from out of the country" He couldn't help but laugh… "If you say so babes" a shrug was given to her.

A heavy sigh was given and she looked back up to him. "Finally, I will not go outside of this house with a guy who looks as dingy as you" His already large smile grew, "you really think I am that dingy, aww Lyds I knew you thought of me like that" Quickly he went to give her a hug and try to cop a feel, but she stopped him with her foot on his chest and pushed him back. "Don't touch" she repeated.

With much regret he pulled himself away from her and bowed dramatically at her "As you wish m'lady" his French accent was so bad. His fingers snapped and a comb appeared in his hand, she perked a brow at him because she really never saw him use his powers. "So…when…" she started, he turned and moved his hands inches away from her shoulders. "BJ I told you…"

"I know what you said" His voice wasn't entirely happy. In an instant she was in a red and black dress. He snapped his fingers and his clothes looked somewhat neater. "There, you can't wear pajamas at a restaurant" He said. "But…there is one thing we can stay here and watch a movie if you want…you know…naked" He placed his hands up… "I mean no funny business, just the idea of two people watching a nice movie…naked" he perked a brow to see what she had to say.

"Shut up" her head shook and she turned around. My goodness he was just impossible. Did he really have no clue? "So what does that mean?" He asked confused about what she had to say about that idea. "No, that's what shut up means…No BJ" Exhausted of being mad she couldn't help but laugh. "So when are we leaving?"

"Now"

"What?"

A large smirk appeared and he grabbed her hand. She was about to say something, "Got to touch you now" He cut her off. And before she could change her mind, he snapped his fingers and they both disappeared.

Woot, so is Lydia trying to work with him? Should she? Please send me any idea's you have because I am open to them and they motivate me to write quicker. I am working on this story and another one so the next chapter should be up whenever I have it done, or in a few days... which ever is quicker. :P