Lydia drove down the road with her radio blaring. Why did she say that?

"How could he? He wasn't there…"

She shook her head. Idiot. Suddenly finding the music distracting, she turned the radio off angrily. "Why couldn't I just keep my comments to myself?" She mumbled.

Not seeing the red light ahead, she slammed on her brakes at the last second, almost hitting a man crossing the road. She waved her hand to apologize, but her wave stopped cold. The way the man looked at her gave her chills. His icy blue eyes stared at her before continuing across the road. She stomped on the gas when the light turned green, eager to get away from the strange man. The man stared after her.

His whispery voice met no one's ears but his own. "Found you… Betelgeuse should be close by then…" He glanced around and, seeing that no one was paying attention to him, ducked behind a bush. He morphed his body into a bird and quickly took off following after Lydia.

o-o-o-o-o

Beetlejuice wandered aimlessly through the house, since Delia and Charles weren't home. There had to be something to do around this place. He wasn't about to just sit in Lydia's room until she got home. He had already gone through everyone's stuff (except Lydia's. He knew better) and had written all over the bathroom mirrors with toothpaste. Well, okay. He had doodled a bunch of stick figures, specifically a more muscular version of himself stepping on the Deetz's. He then thought twice, and drew a giant Lydia stepping on him.

He had considered writing his name, like those lousy artists did, but he was sure Lydia would kill him for giving her parents heart attacks. He chuckled at the thought of their faces when they saw "Betelgeuse" written in curly cursive on their mirror. It would have been quite humorous, but still, the thought of Lydia coming home and seeing that, and how she'd react made him shiver, so he sighed dejectedly and forgot the idea.

He floated around the house on his stomach, seeing as there was nothing much else to do. He began to amuse himself, rearranging different object in the house; nothing serious, but just enough to drive Delia insane. He cackled and imagined the frazzled red-haired woman shrieking and rushing about, putting everything back.

Boredom once again overcame him, and he settled down on the couch in the living room. His thoughts wandered to what Lydia had said to him before she left. He closed his eyes.

"Man… Didn't think I screwed up that badly… I mean, it wasn't my fault I left! That damn hick sent that sandworm after me!" He frowned at the thought.

"Shit. Lyds is probably really mad at me then. But if she was mad… why'd she call me?"

All of this asking himself questions was giving him a headache. Still, he couldn't grasp a single reason why Lydia Deetz would call him back… I mean, she hated him, right? He furrowed his brow. But if she hated him, why was she so mad about her senior prom? I mean, not that he would have gone, but still.

Why did he feel bad? What the hell. Lydia wasn't a big deal. He was just staying here with her so he didn't have to go back home. Home was boring. Satisfied with his self-given lie, Beetlejuice sat back on the couch smiling.

o-o-o-o-o

Lydia ran up the steps and into her boss's office.

"I am so sorry I'm late, Mr. Blackburn." She gasped out. The skinny man behind the desk looked up at her from behind his wire rim glasses. His brown eyes watched the flustered girl before him, and smiled.

"Lydia, being late one day out of the 240 days you work isn't going to end the world, I assure you." His heavy southern accent soothed. She smiled back weakly.

"Yea I know." She left the office and went to her locker to put her purse and things away. She paused and thought back to that man she almost hit. The way his blue eyes had watched her gave her chills. They were an unnatural blue, and they felt like they were prying into her very soul. Suppressing a shiver, she walked back out of the locker room, shutting and locking the door.

The day crawled by slowly after the events of the morning. A few field trips came into the museum, along with just regular members, but no one interesting came in, much to Lydia's slight disappointment. People-watching usually made the day go by faster.

o-o-o-o-o

With all the people entering and exiting the museum, no one noticed the small spider that snuck inside. It scuttled across the tile floor and under the door to Mr. Blackburn's office. Observing the man, it wasted no time climbing up his leg and into his lap, where his hand rested.

Bearing its fangs, it bit him.

"Ouch!" The man exclaimed before being claimed by a deep sleep. The spider leapt off the man and materialized back into a man. A handsome man at that.

His icy blue eyes stared at the man in the chair. He blinked, which would have looked extremely strange to anyone in the room, because his eyelids shut vertically instead of horizontally, not unlike a lizard. His bangs hung in his face, so he shook out his knee-length dark purple hair and then glanced around the room. He picked a piece of lint off of his white collared shirt, and shoved his hands in his leather pants under his black duster coat. His black combat boots reverberated loudly off of the walls in the silent office.

He pushed the chair, with Mr. Blackburn in it, to the side.

"Pardon me." He said, more just to amuse himself than anything. He stood in front of the computer, searching through the employee files. His blue eyes darted back and forth, reading at a speed that no human could keep up with. He flicked his blue tongue across his white fangs, thin fingers typing quickly. He didn't want to get caught and have to wipe someone's memory.

He heard footsteps approaching, and hung his head, sighing heavily.

"Of course…" He drawled, and stood upright. The door opened and a timid-looking brunette walked in.

"Mr. Blackburn I just wanted to make sure— Oh." She stopped short at the sight of the man standing at the desk. Her eyes flicked to the side and saw Mr. Blackburn in the chair. Her eyes widened. She looked back at the man, who was now smiling at her, showing off his canines.

"Hello, darlin'." He spoke softly before his eyes flashed and the girl collapsed in a wave of blue energy. He smiled wider and chuckled.

"Damn, I was hoping I wouldn't have to do that. Sorry, love. You picked the wrong time to walk in." He shook his head before turning back to the computer.

o-o-o-o-o

Beetlejuice bolted upright, awoken from his nap. 'That energy… it can't be…' He thought worriedly. 'There's only one person I know that has an energy signature like that…' He stood and strode out the door, dreading what he would find upon arriving to Lydia's work.

"Can it be you…? Levak?"

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A/N: Holy hell an UPDATE! Sorry guys, I've been super busy with my other story Indisputable. But yea, anyways, I'm back. R&R please. The plot bunnies seriously need you guys!