Queen Goth in Stripes

A 'Beetlejuice' Story

By: Draculamomma

Chapter eight! BEHOLD! LOL Enjoy it my friends, and remember to leave me a review if you wish, I've gotten so many amazing and encouraging ones so far, and I'd love more. Thanks again friends!

Chapter 8-Tragedy at Dinner

Lydia had been sitting in her room with Beetlejuice after the long 'chat' with her father. She couldn't believe her father! He had always been there for her, and had always taken her side and listened to reason! Why was he being so difficult to get through now?

Beetlejuice was leaning against a wall nonchalantly, looking at Lydia, who was deep in thought.

"Lyds don't think so hard, it ain't good for ya." He joked.

Lydia didn't stir, but seemed to turn into a statue as she folded her arms across her chest and stared at her bed.

"I don't get it Beej," she finally spoke. "He always used to agree with me!"

Beetlejuice made his way toward Lydia, and sat down on her bed.

"Lyds, it's obvious. That witch Delia has him under some sort of weird, wacko spell!"

Lydia smiled slowly.

"It's true, he's gonna become a zombie soon, doin' nothin' but obeyin' Delia around the clock!" With that set in, Beetlejuice stood up stiffly, and held out his arms, and rolled his eyes back in his head, making only the whites appear as he droned around the room slowly, groaning and growling.

Lydia was soon in tears from laughing so hard, Beetlejuice looked so much like a zombie!

Unfortunately for the pair, the good moment was soon ruined when Delia called up in her annoying voice.

"Lydia! Dinner!"

"Speakin' of the devil!" Beetlejuice roared in laughter.

Lydia didn't want to go down and face Otho again. She'd been so happy before he showed up, thinking that for once in her life she would be free. She got up and walked to her door slowly, but stopped when she rested her hand on the doorknob.

She turned to Beetlejuice with a small smile. "Now, behave yourself Beej. Maybe if we don't get too involved, and let Delia and Otho ruin this out for themselves, then maybe dad will see for himself that we were right all along, and he'll get rid of Otho!" Lydia cried, gaining some hope.

Sadly for her, Beetlejuice knew that wasn't happening anytime soon. He bent down and grabbed both of her warm hands in his old, cold ones.

"Lyds, as much as I don't wanna burst your bubble, you do know that that's never gonna happen, right?"

Lydia shook her head. She was always a fighter. "It might Beej! We've got to give it a shot!"

"Lyds, Otho's come back for good this time. He's gonna be extra careful not to trip up."

Lydia was about to argue back, but Delia's loud voice brought her back to reality again.

"Stay here; I'll be right back Beej." She opened the door quickly, not wanting to keep Delia waiting.

As much as it killed Beetlejuice not to go after her, and mess around with the guests, he didn't. He obediently sat down on her bed.

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Lydia descended the last step cautiously, but it creaked nonetheless, causing Delia, Otho, and Charles to look up at her. Charles Deetz immediately looked away once his eyes met up with his daughter's, but Otho's and Delia's eyes burned into Lydia's angrily.

Delia pushed out a chair roughly for her step daughter. "Sit down now." She said through gritted teeth.

Lydia sat down quickly and quietly, and immediately began forking through her salad. She was not in the mood for eating in front of Otho.

Oddly enough, Otho seemed to sense her discomfort, and leaned closer to her right side, grinning wickedly.

"So Lydia, how's school going for you?"

Lydia knew he was trying to tease her and make her even more pissed off than she already was, but she answered him nonetheless.

"It's fine."

Otho was not satisfied with this answer in the slightest. He set down his fork and spoon, giving her all his attention.

"Just fine? Nothing new? Nothing exciting? Nothing, mysterious?" Otho sure knew how to be creepy when he wanted to be. His eyes kept growing wider and wider as he spoke in a louder voice.

Lydia sunk back in her chair, and nibbled on a piece of lettuce, trying to buy her time as best she could, but she knew this was going to be the longest night of her life.

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Back in Lydia's room, Beetlejuice was not having an easier time trying to contain himself. This was all too easy! All he had to do was go back downstairs and scare the living hell out of Otho, this time properly, and get that fat piece of lard out of the Deetzes lives forever!

He rolled over on Lydia's bed out of sheer boredom, but as he did, he noticed a strange smell erupting from the black sheets.

"What the heck is that weird smell?" Beetlejuice sat up a bit, and sniffed the air closely, but the smell was not coming from the air…there were no windows open, no drafts in the room, nothing.

"You're imagining things, old man." Beetlejuice thought to himself, plopping his head down on the sheets again. No sooner had he set his head down again, when the smell had appeared again…

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"Lydia's so far got an overall average of 88% at school! She's such a wonderful, hard working girl!" Delia crooned over Lydia.

Lydia was so close to spitting out her food. Delia never complimented her whenever they were alone! Now she was gloating all over the place, speaking so highly of her as if they were the best of friends!

Luckily, Otho wasn't really listening as he took a long sip of his wine. He set his glass down after a long drink, and looked over at Lydia with a frown.

"I see. What else have you been doing around here Lydia?" He asked.

Lydia frowned back. What business was it of his what she was doing? It's not like he was direct family!

"Lydia, answer him please." Delia sighed, pouring herself another glass of wine.

"I haven't been doing a lot really, just going to school and coming back. That old routine."

This answer didn't mean much to Otho. He smirked.

"What about your friends? Have you been talking to them lately?"

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Beetlejuice felt like a complete fool. He was lying on his stomach, with his nose buried in Lydia's sheets. He'd soon tracked the smell coming from the sheets. It wasn't a bad smell at all; it was a lot like…well…Lydia.

Beetlejuice wondered to himself why he'd never taken any real time to smell Lydia's wonderful scent.

"Woah, woah, watch it there, perv boy! What the hell is happening to you?"

"I can't help it…it's so good!" Beetlejuice spoke out loud to his inside voice.

"No, this is bad! This is badder than bad! This is the baddest bad ever gets!"

"You do know that none of those are words, right smartass?" he snickered as he moved closer to her pillow at the top of the bed.

"What does it fucking matter? You're lying down ass in the air, with your nose digging deep into Lydia's bed sheets!"

"So?"

"So? So? So with needle and thread, asshole!"

"Hey! I taught you that one!"

"Get off the damn bed."

"Why?" Beetlejuice was getting closer to the headboard, taking his time, making sure his stomach rubbed against the silky, smooth sheets, wanting to get all of Lydia's scent all over his body.

"Dude, if this doesn't scream out PERVERT, then I don't know what does!"

"Oh, shut up you."

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"The ghosts are fine, Otho."

Otho frowned deeply; it was Lydia's turn to pester Otho. She was trying hard to bring back the memories of Otho's painful experiences with Beetlejuice, in hopes that he would soon lay off.

"I'll bet they are." Otho grumbled, taking another long sip of wine.

"Yeah, they say 'hi'." Lydia hissed out.

"Lydia Deetz! Have some respect!" Delia cried out bitterly, causing Charles to jump in his chair.

"I was being respectful; I was simply passing a message on to Otho." Lydia said innocently, pouring herself a small glass of soda.

"No! What you're doing, young lady, is acting like a little brat!" Delia said loudly, pointing an accusing finger at Lydia.

"ME? I'M THE BRAT? EXCUSE ME?" Lydia screamed back, not holding her anger any longer.

Charles simply looked at his wife, then back at Lydia, with eyes full of fear. This was going to get worse…so much worse.

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"Ohhhhhhhh, Lyds, you've no idea how you make me feel…"

"Oh jeez, can you stop this, please?"

"No, this is getting better…" Beetlejuice had Lydia's coffin shaped pillow covered over his face as he inhaled the scent of her dark, silky hair deeply. It smelled of wild berries. So sweet…

"What if she comes back and sees you like this, you moron?"

"If she values her virginity, she won't come up here." Beetlejuice groaned out like a wild animal. He immediately covered his mouth with the pillow.

"Ok, you're sicker than I thought. Get off the bed now, perv boy, before you run into a lot of trouble!"

"Yeah, I think I better get goin'." Beetlejuice got up from the bed, causing the mattress to groan slightly, but as he dusted Lydia's scent off of him, he couldn't help but hear Lydia's small voice loudly trying to dominate over Delia's.

"Ooooooh, an argument!" He ventured, making his way to the door to listen better.

"Don't even think about it."

"No, I love the sound of this one!" Beetlejuice pressed his ear against the door hard, sinking in every word.

"My, my, Lydia's quite the little fighter!"

"Just stop it, she said not to interfere."

"Oh shut up, I'm not interferin'!"

"Then let's go back home for the night!"

"Why? I wanna have some fun with this…"

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"LYDIA DEETZ, SIT DOWN AT ONCE AND APOLOGIZE TO OTHO AND ME!" Delia screamed at the top of her lungs.

Charles Deetz pulled on Delia's long black dress gently hoping she'd stop this nonsense.

"Delia, please, let's just finish up the meal."

"NO CHARLES! I WILL NOT BREATHE ANOTHER BREATH UNTIL LYDIA APOLOGIZES TO ME AND OTHO!"

Lydia smirked evilly. "Well then I hope you can hold your breath forever, Delia."

Delia's face grew redder and redder by the second. She clenched her fists tightly.

"YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW!"

"NO!"

Delia turned to Charles.

"CHARLES! DO YOU SEE WHAT YOUR DAUGHTER HAS BECOME? CAN YOU BELIEVE THE WAY SHE IS SPEAKING TO ME? HOW CAN YOU LET HER DO THIS TO ME? IN FRONT OF OTHO? CHARLES DO SOMETHING! SAY SOMETHING! GET HER TO STOP!"

Charles Deetz held up both his hands in surrender. He really didn't know what to do this time. His daughter and wife were both out of control, and he was usually really good at controlling things, but ever since they moved into this house, it was getting a bit out of hand.

"I'm sorry Delia, but I think it's best if you both just stopped."

"OH SURE, GO AHEAD AND TAKE HER SIDE CHARLES! THAT'S ALL YOU EVER DO! JUST FIGHT FOR YOU LITTLE DAUGHTER WHY DON'T YOU. I'M NOTHING! NOTHING! YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME; YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING THAT ISN'T LOCATED IN A DULL MAGAZINE!"

Otho sat back in his chair, looking smug about the whole situation. He had accomplished what he came here to do: Cause chaos.

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"This is not fair, I've gotta do something for Lyds!" Beetlejuice thought out loud, as he paced Lydia's bedroom impatiently.

The shouting was not getting any softer, and it was soon ringing all the dust out of Beetlejuice's old, dirty ears.

"If you really want to help Lydia, then stay out of this! Do you hear me? Leave it be!"

"But what kind of friend just stays back and hides while his best friend is being torture by hr evil step mother and big monkey friend?"

"A smart one, now just forget it!"

"Go to hell, I'm gonna do somethin' about this!"

"Have you not been listening to a word I've been saying? LEAVE IT BE!"

"NO!"

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Lydia was breathing quite heavily. She felt so angry, it was impossible to hold it all back now. There was no going back. She'd come this far and was not going to stop at any second. She needed to let her father and mother know how they'd been ignoring her and hurting her. She didn't care what Otho thought or said, she didn't even notice him there anymore. In her eyes, Otho didn't exist anymore. This was a feud between her and her family.

"Dad, tell her right now!" Lydia barked out. Her entire body was shaking from anger.

Charles Deetz swallowed so hard, it made a noise that seemed to echo throughout the kitchen.

Both Otho's and Delia's eyes were on him now.

"Charles? What is she talking about?" Delia asked, calming down a bit.

Charles Deetz gave his daughter a look that seemed to say 'I thought this was between us?' but he cleared his throat and smiled as sweetly as he could.

"I haven't the slightest idea Delia."

Lydia slammed her hands onto the table, causing both her and Otho's glasses to fall over, spilling everywhere.

"LYDIA! YOU CLUMSY LITTLE BRAT! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE! MY FINEST TABLE CLOTH IS NOW RUINED THANKS TO YOU!"

"I don't care about that Delia!" Lydia screamed, feeling out of breath.

Charles Deetz got up and quickly began trying to clean the spilled drinks.

"I got it dear, it's ok!"

"DAD!"

"WHAT?" Charles randomly yelled as he threw down the wet cloth in frustration.

"TELL HER NOW!" Lydia hissed dangerously.

"This is ridiculous, I think we should all just sit down and think rationally through this." Otho finally spoke.

"Otho, you seriously have no idea about anything, so just shut up!" Lydia cried, setting dangerous dark brown eyes on him.

"CHARLES THERE SHE GOES AGAIN!" Delia made her way across the table to where Lydia was standing beside Charles.

Lydia suddenly doubled over in a bit of pain, clutching the table as hard as she could.

"Lydia? Lydia? What's wrong pumpkin?" Charles asked, noticing her rigid form.

Lydia was too weak to answer, all her energy was being drained out of her body mysteriously, and she began coughing violently.

"Lydia! What's happening?" Delia asked, getting concerned.

(Author's Note: No, it's not the chest burster alien; although that would be kinda cool with Halloween coming up eh? Teehehehe)

Lydia tried answering, she really did, but as soon as she opened her mouth, a thicker voice filled the air, causing everyone else around her to stop all motion.

"Isn't throwing your voice fun? It sure is for me!" Beetlejuice's thick, scary voice soon came pouring out of Lydia's red lipsticked lips.

"I know that voice!" Otho cried, getting up slowly in shock.

"I knew you'd never forget me, fat boy! I told ya we were gonna have some laughs! HAHAHAHA!" Beetlejuice guided Lydia's hands to throw lettuce at Otho violently.

"LYDIA STOP THIS!" Delia cried.

Lydia soon turned to Delia, eyes wide with devious behavior in them.

"What've you got against me, you old hag?"

Delia at once fainted into her husband's arms.

"Ooooooh, nice catch Chuck, I'd personally let her go though!"

Lydia tried fighting Beetlejuice as much as she could inside, but it was no use, the Ghost with the Most was in control of her mind and body now.

Lydia soon found herself jumping up on the table, and her legs soon began kicking out the bowls of salad and the plates in all directions, splattering them against the walls.

"I'M A KING OF THE WORLD! WOOOHOOO! YOU SHOULD TRY THIS SOME TIME CHUCKY OLD BOY! IT'LL BRING THE SIXTIES RIGHT BACK INTO YA!"

Charles Deetz set Delia down softly, and tried pulling Lydia down from the table. But Beetlejuice only laughed and jumped out of the way, causing Charles to land face first into some chicken casserole.

"HAPPY DINING CHUCKY! HAHAHAHAH!" Beetlejuice suddenly felt Lydia trying to gain back her control, but he pushed her back.

"No Lyds, I'm doing this for your own good."

"Beej, please stop this! RIGHT NOW!"

"I can't Lyds."

Beetlejuice began kicking around and smashing some more plates, until he set eyes on Otho with a crucifix in his hand.

"Awww jeez, now what?"

"GET OUT OF HERE, YOU DISGUSTING GHOST! I SHOULD'VE TRIED MAKING YOU OLD INSTEAD OF THOSE OTHER POOR GHOSTS! YOU'RE MORE TROUBLE!"

Beetlejuice tossed Lydia's head back and laughed. "That's right round boy! I'm the Ghost with the Most! You better watch out!"

With that, Beetlejuice sent a small pot flying in Otho's direction, but the fat man cleverly beat it away with the crucifix.

"Damn! You've got some skill there round boy! Who would've guessed?"

Once again, Beetlejuice felt Lydia's presence growing stronger.

"Beetlejuice, you have to get out!"

"No babes! This is so much fun!"

"Not for me!"

"Aw come on babes, admit it, this is so much fun for you!"

"For the last time Beej, you must stop this!"

"Why?"

"Because if you don't, I am never talking to you again."

At once Beetlejuice felt his head begin to pound. He raised Lydia's hands to cover her ears as he yelled and shook her head back and forth. She'd stopped kicking, and was gaining more control.

Otho was watching this all wide eyed, as he saw the ghostly form of Beetlejuice shaking within Lydia's small frame.

Lydia's body soon began shaking; her heart began pounding faster and faster, her whole entire body soon grew very warm. She tore off her black trench coat in frustration.

Her hair was matted to her forehead, and she began screaming at the top of her lungs. Within minutes, Beetlejuice's screams were slowly turning more and more high pitched, as Lydia began coming back.

"LYDIA! NO!" Beetlejuice's screams finally died down as Lydia began coming into focus.

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She soon opened her eyes to find herself still standing on the kitchen table, hands covering her ears. Her throat burned, thanks to Beetlejuice for screaming at the top of her lungs.

She looked down to find Charles wiping the chicken casserole off his red face slowly. Over in another corner, Otho had brought Delia back to consciousness. Lydia swallowed hard; she was in a lot of trouble.

"Lydia, get down from there." Charles has spoken that sentence out more like a command than a request.

Lydia jumped down from the table, looking at the walls of the dining room. There was food and salad everywhere, dining utensils were spread all across the room, and bits and pieces of glass were lying all around the floor.

How could Beetlejuice have done such a thing? Hadn't she told him to stay put? Lydia felt so ashamed of herself and Beetlejuice. This was not going to end well.

Lydia made her way over to her father, who was wiping his suit clean.

"Dad I-"

"Lydia, don't. You've done and said enough. Just go to your room."

Lydia felt tears pouring like a waterfall down her cheeks. She was done for. Now she looked stupid in front of everyone.

She ran upstairs to her room as fast as she could, throwing herself onto her bed, covering her mouth with her coffin pillow, and screamed into it as loudly as she could.

Lydia had never felt so horrible in her miserable life. Everything had turned to shit. How could she have let this happen? She knew she wasn't able to trust Beetlejuice. Adam and Barbara had warned her against becoming his friend and she hadn't listened. She wished she had all along. She knew Beetlejuice would never change his old ways. Not even for her. She'd liked to believe, once upon a time, that inside, and secretly, Beetlejuice did have some feelings for her, and wanted to truly see her happy. But all that died within her on this very day.

Lydia was so caught up in her thoughts and tears, she didn't feel Beetlejuice sitting down next to her on the bed, but once he put a hand on her shoulder she jumped up and crawled to the other side of her bed.

"YOU! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME EVER AGAIN! I HATE YOU! I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE YOU!

"Awww come on babes, you know you don't mean that right now…"

"Oh no! I meant every word Beej! Every single syllable!"

"Jeez, she really must be mad…"

Beetlejuice tried getting closer to her, but she only stood up and walked to the door.

"Beej, I want you out of here. Right this minute!"

Beetlejuice gasped. "No! Wait babes, just wait a second here! I was tryin' to help you!"

Lydia rolled her red, wet eyes. "Sure you were."

"No really babes! You gotta believe me! Please!" He argued back desperately.

"Get out; I don't want to hear it!" Lydia cried, feeling the tears rushing down her eyes again.

Beetlejuice's expression softened once he saw her crying again.

"Lyds, please don't do this to yourself, you're all upset now, and you ain't thinkin' straight!"

Lydia laughed sarcastically. "Oh no Beej, for once, I am thinking perfectly well."

Beetlejuice got up and walked toward her. "Look, get some rest Lyds; we can deal with this tomorrow."

"No Beej, there will be no tomorrow for us."

At once Beetlejuice felt something inside him literally die. He didn't remember a lot about his death, but he'd never experienced something as painful as this in a long time. Surely Lydia was just joking…

"Lyds, please tell me you're just jokin' around here."

Lydia rubbed her throbbing forehead. "No I am not."

"Babes please! Don't do this!" Beetlejuice begged.

"Beej, I wouldn't be doing this if you'd just listened to me in the first place, and stayed put."

"Babes, I wanted to! Believe me, I was killin' myself over a second time listenin' to you argue with that witch of a woman! I only wanted to help you! Really! I thought I could get both Delia and the fact man to shut up and leave you alone! I only had your best interests involved! Please Lydia, believe me!"

Despite Beetlejuice's strange begging attempts, Lydia closed her tired eyes and knew what she had to do.

"Sorry Beej. It's all over."

Lydia didn't want it to end this way, she really didn't. She was really starting to becoming friends with Beetlejuice and she could honestly see them becoming more than friends in a short period of time. But then again, like everything else, Beetlejuice had to ruin this for both of them.

"You have to go now." Lydia said coldly.

Beetlejuice backed up a few steps and shook his head firmly, like a petulant child.

"Nope. I ain't goin' no where Lyds."

Lydia sighed. She knew he'd make it difficult. Gathering every last bit of her strength and breathe she found her voice.

"Beetlejuice."

"Lyds, wait!"

"Beetlejuice."

"NO! BABES! I CAN FIX IT ALL! YOU'LL SEE! DON'T DO THIS TO US! PLEASE!"

"Beetlejuice."

At once Beetlejuice began to de-materialize as he began disappearing into the mirror. Lydia was finally putting him back, once and for all.

It was hard for Lydia to look up into his sad eyes as his trademark black and white striped suit began to form into the mirror rather than in her room like he usually did.

The whole process seemed to take hours and hours, but once Beetlejuice's entire ghostly body was safely inside the mirror, Lydia walked over to the mirror, and placed a long, dark blanket over it, covering Beetlejuice's face.

Although she couldn't hear him well, she saw Beetlejuice forming the words "Lydia, I will see you again." She felt her heart tear up, but knew she was doing the right thing once and for all.

"I'm so sorry." She whispered before his eyes, and then all was black.

End of Chapter 8