Disclaimer: I give credit to all Beetlejuice characters to Tim Burton. I do not own them at all, please don't hurt me… T – T

Prince of Wolves

Chapter III: Part II: LPOV

I opened my eyes and shook off a shiver. I was, without a doubt, no longer in Winter River. I was lying in a field of purple and white crocuses in full bloom where the grass grew long on the edge of a small

wood. I sat up and in front of me was the most magnificent and beautiful castle and grounds I had ever seen. Then again, I had never actually been to a castle before. The tangy, sharp, scent of citrus was in

the air. Inhaling deeper, I swear I could smell the sweet scent of lilies of the valley and the fragrant scent of roses. The castle wasn't very high or wide, it was quaint…if you could say that about a castle. Its

cream-colored walls rose to its slate grey roof. There were five main sections: two on the ends rose like enormous pentagons to the sky, the roofs on them slate prisms, pierced by chimneys that rose from the

inside. The two parts in the middle were more box-like with flattened roofs. The center section boasted a small stone cupola, although it was the most compressed part of the whole structure. Two stone walls

encircled buffer gardens overflowing with green, leafy bushes and soft evergreens. Vines snaked over the edge, seeking new ground. A gravel driveway wove in off the main road, between the stone walls

towards the castle. Simple, black, wrought-iron gates tipped with gold fleur-de-lises created a stopping point for a messenger on horseback. Two guards dressed in simple brigandines, wielding basic

long-swords spoke briefly with the horseman before opening the gates and allowing him in.

I attempted to get up, and realized I was no longer wearing my spider-webbed black shawl and the sun was in my eyes for the first time in my life. Where was my hat and what the hell was I wearing? A long

hunter green, wool robe hung lightly on my shoulders. As I stood, the hem just barely brushed the top of my dark brown, leather ankle boots. I was wearing dead things on my feet… what the hell was going

on?

"Lydia? Where are you?" a handsome young man dressed in a simple red tunic walked towards the rose bushes near me. His dark brown hair was pulled back into a short ponytail and tied with a black ribbon.

He's so good looking. I wonder what his name is… My mind began to drift off into fantasy as he walked towards me.

"Lydia! At last I've found you. Your mother was worried sick. You know you shouldn't just run off without telling someone where you will be!" He scolded.

I wasn't really sure what was going on so I just played along. "I'm sorry. I just…wanted to get some fresh air…see the…flowers." If I was really in the middle ages, as I guessed, telling them I was looking at

spooky things like spiders or shadows would only get me burned at the stake. They never really had a soft spot for people who liked spooky things back then. Witches were innumerable to them… and

extremely flammable.

"Understandable, you've always loved the grounds haven't you? Since we were children, we used to play in the gardens and in the woods. I can't believe I could be inheriting it all." He looked over at the rose

garden sadly. "With father on his deathbed and nothing the doctors can do about his condition, I'm afraid it won't be long until he passes. I don't understand why the doctors can't help him!"

"I'm sorry." What else was I supposed to say? Congratulations on possibly inheriting the castle of your dead father?

"No need to be sorry, he knew this day would come eventually. He left us a large fortune thanks to decades of excellent trades and victorious battles. I will make sure you will have anything your heart desires

here. Once we are married, I will be forever yours as you will be forever mine."

Now things were getting kind of uncomfortable…what did he mean by 'married'? I was only seventeen for god's sake! What kind of sick world was this?

"Of course, I cannot wait for the day!" I lied. I needed to know more about what I was getting myself into...and why was I here in the first place? The thought just sprang into my head. After minutes of

observing my surroundings and interacting with who seemed to be the man in charge, I realized I did not belong here. This wasn't just a foreign land. This was a foreign time. Sixteenth century France I

guessed based on his accent, the clothing and style of the castle.

"Brother! Stop tormenting my fiancée!" An even more attractive man came out of the castle towards me. "My lady, Lydia, are you alright?" he extended a hand towards me, and I took it. He stood taller than

me; my head was only at his shoulders. His hair was brushed and tied just like his brother's into a ponytail with a black ribbon, except this older brother's was neatly braided. I looked into his eyes, and liquid

silver stared back at me. I knew him. I knew it was wrong to think what I was thinking but I couldn't resist. He was just too good looking. I thought I was lost in this Renaissance world, but here he was, flesh

and blood, staring into my heart and soul: Beetlejuice.

A/N: Beetlejuice has a brother? Beetlejuice is getting married? What is this nonsense? I'm sorry if the description of the castle wasn't very good... if you wait until Chapter IV, I will include the name of the French Chateau I have decided the Beetlejuice family lives in, in my story. If you're smart, I'm sure you can narrow it down based on some very specific clues I have included in the story and some basic knowledge of the French language! That being said...

The First Geusy Fork in the Road Contest: Guess That French Chateau!

- The first reader to correctly guess the French chateau that Beetlejuice's family lives at gets a character of their own design in my story!

( You guess correctly, you design your character, I include him/her in Chapter IV! )

Love, your semi-psycho author and biggest fan of all you readers, raters and reviewers: RamaeArmelle ;)

P.S: Here's a little treat to hold you over until the official Chapter IV is written and posted!

Chapter IV Spoiler:

"Bee-Siegmund? What is going on? Who is that?" I was confused, but at the same time infatuated with his godly features: his face was perfect, his arms were oh so well toned and his legs...I could only

imaging what he would be capable of... My mind began to wander to forbidden thoughts. I shook my head lightly.

"Lydia, love, whatever is the matter?" his voice was to die for...or rather, to live for. I wasn't really sure I wanted to be dead just yet. There was so much to this life he was showing me. I had to remember it

all. He sent me here to figure out what exactly had happened to him to have changed him from this god-like person to what I knew would be waiting for me back home.

"Nothing." I lied, tried to cover up my anxiety. Everything would piece together eventually.

"Are you ready then? They're all just arriving, we still have some time. "

"Ready for what? Who's waiting?"

"Our wedding of course! The guests, Olivier here was supposed to bring you back to the castle to meet our relatives. You haven't fallen and hit your head have you?"

Wedding? Now? What was I getting myself into?