Beetlejuice's point of view
It took me a couple of days to drive to my old friend's house. It wasn't a long ways away, but there were allot of distractions on the road and endless possibilities. I was standing in front of a huge, big ass mansion and I wondered if it was smaller the last time I was there. I walked up to the door and used the knocker, hanging from it. I could hear my knocks echoing through the house.
The door opened and in front of me was a young woman with long blonde hair, up in a ponytail, wearing a blood red button down shirt and a pair of black jeans. "Hey Night's, how are you?"
"Oh hey BJ, did you find a way out of the waiting room again?" asked Nightshade as she leaned against her mansion door.
"No, I saw Juno. Lyde's and I aren't married." I said as I shuffled my feet on the stairs.
"I know, do you want to come inside?" she asked as she stepped away from the door.
I walked inside and made my way to the living room. I sat down on one of the dark green sofas. "So, where's Derrick?" I asked, wondering if they were still married.
"He's on the Other side for his cousin's wedding." she said as she sat down on the opposite sofa.
"Ah, couldn't take you, huh?" I asked as I stretched myself across the sofa.
"Nah, I didn't really want to go anyways. Why are you here BJ?" she asked as she gave me a questioning look.
"What? You think that I want something from you? How could you think of such a thing? I am hurt that you think that I come here just to get something from you." I said, trying to milk it as much as possible.
"All right,. all right. I'm sorry that I thought that."
"Thank you for apologizing. Anyways I have a question for you." I said before I was interrupted.
"I knew it. I knew you wanted something from me." she said as she pointed her red fingernail finger at me.
"Just here me out." I said as I pulled out both of the door knobs from my pocket. "Do you know what these are?"
"They're door knobs BJ." she said as she glanced at them.
"Can you tell me anything else that I might not already know?" I said, laying them on the table in front of us.
She picked one up and looked at it closely. She turned it around and seemed to be studying the etching. She then looked through the key hole and placed it back down on the table, when she was done. "I don't know what you want me to tell you about it. It's a cool looking door knob. That's all I know." she said as she laid back on the sofa.
"What if I told you that I took it from a portal? What could you tell me then?" I asked, looking down at the door knobs.
"That's impossible. In order to take it away from a portal, you have to destroy it. And nobody can destroy those portals, not even us, and not even the Higher Council. The only one who can do that is God himself and he won't close them for a very long time. And besides, these knobs have different patterns and symbols to be from a portal door." she said as she picked one up.
"Hypothetically speaking, they are from a portal door. I was the one who destroyed those portal doors, and, hypothetically speaking, someone is creating them." I said, trying to get an answer from her.
"But that's the thing, no one can create them. One can summon it and use it for there purpose, like you did with Lydia, but not create one." said Nights, with a confused look on her face.
"Hypothetically speaking," I said slowly.
She looked at the one in her hand and stared at it. "I'll keep this one and try to find something on the etchings. Alright?" she said as she held the door knob in her hand.
"That a girl." I said as I took the other one back and placed it in my coat pocket.
"Do you want to go out on Wednesday for drinks?"
"Ya, same place?"
"Sounds good,"
I left after I had dinner there and drove back to the Road House. It took me three days, but I got there. I parked the car and took out the body building crap for Jacq, out of my car and placed it in font of his door. I walked into my part of the building and decided to get into my beetle pajamas. I laid inside my coffin bed and I suddenly thought about Fly. I thought about the way she reacted to me. She reacted very strange, almost like Lydia, but Fly seemed cold, and there was something else about her. She seemed lost. I closed my eyes and pictured her flat stomach, her well rounded hips, her soft purple lips, her tanned skin, her sexy dress, and the scar on her right arm. That scar. It meant something to her, but what was it?
"Callousfly," I called out, before I fell asleep.
Fly's point of view
I'm not exactly sure what it was about Bartholomew that I liked. He was smart, handsome, charming, and very nice. I knew that I wasn't in love with him, but I did like him, and it was nice to have someone to talk to.
I had been seeing him now for five days and it was nice to talk to him. We had intelligent conversations every night, and now tonight he was going to take me somewhere nice. It was night time, and I was awake, getting ready for my date with Bartholomew.
I wore my usual dress and had my hair down with it's strange braids. I thought that the outfit looked pretty sexy and it was different from anything that I could ever think of. I was washing my face, in the small bathroom, and looked at myself in the mirror. My face had black makeup around the eyes, purple lipstick on the lips, and the skin was its normal mix between Ivory and Beige. I rubbed my eyes and saw that the black make up didn't come off, neither did the lipstick, when I rubbed it.
I walked out of the bathroom and sat on my bed. My name, Fly, was now etched into the bed headboard. I picked up my Blackberry from the night stand and turned it on. It was almost out of batteries and I probably had one last call to home. "Hey Berta, do you think that you might have a charger for my Blackberry?" I asked as I held it up for her to see. Berta was the only girl who had her trunk filled with electronics.
"Sorry, but I don't. This is way too advanced to get it in the Neitherworld." she said as she examined it.
"Alright," I said as I took it back from her.
I waited for her to leave the room, before I made the last call to home. I pushed number one and then the call button. I placed it to my ear and heard it starting to ring.
"Hello?" said my mother's voice.
"Hey mom, I was calling to see how you were doing?"
"Oh we're doing great. Your father's been a little upset that you left, but everything's going great. How are you? Are you making any friends there in Africa?" my mom asked.
"Yes, I'm doing well and I'm making quite a few friends here. My boss, her name's Kelly, she's been very good to me. So, anything new happening over there?" I asked, trying to keep myself calm and from crying.
"Not really, your boss called to say that he's hired a temporary assistant and that he's looking forward to you returning, but other then that, nothing much." she said in a playful way.
"Huh, is dad there?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"No, he's out golfing."
"All right, um, mom can you tell dad that I love him very much and that I miss him?" I asked somehow staying very calm.
"Of course sweet heart. Sweetie, what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, it's just that pretty soon we'll be going into an area where there isn't any cell phone service or telephones anywhere. So I won't be able to call you for awhile."
"Oh, okay. Then I'll talk to you in awhile dearest?"
"Ya, um, I've got to go. Goodbye mom." I said before I quickly hung up on the cell phone. After awhile of holding it in my hands, the screen blacked out and it was dead. I cried for a few minutes, then wiped away my tears, and through away the Blackberry. I wasn't going to talk to my parents for a long time and possibly never again.
I waited till I could smile without feeling depressed and walked down to the bar. I was now down at the bar and watched Kelly working the crowd of men. She already told me that I could go out tonight and that she'll work the bar while I was gone.
"Hey Fly," said Kelly as she served a man his shot of whiskey.
"Hey Kelly, have you seen Bartholomew?" I asked, as I walked from behind the bar.
"No, not yet." she said, before another customer called out a drink.
I looked around and my attention turned towards the door. The door opened and in came Bartholomew. He wore his usual outfit and his black hair seemed allot more wild. He saw me and came over to where I was standing.
"Hey Fly." said Bartholomew as he stood by my side.
"Hello, Bartholomew. So, where are we going?" I asked with great interest.
"It's a secret, so you'll just have to wait till we get there." he said as he held his arm out for me.
"Bye girls." I called out as I followed him out of the bar.
We walked out, through the door, and I noticed the large black limousine parked in front.
"You're chariot awaits." said Bartholomew as he opened the limousine door.
He helped me inside and soon, was sitting by me and calling to the driver to drive.
It didn't take long to get to our destination and when the driver stopped the limousine, he didn't put the vehicle on park.
The door opened on Bartholomew's side and I could see, as he got out, a whole bunch of flashes of light. I slid myself towards the opened door and saw him with a hand reached out to me. I took it and he helped me out of the limousine. I stood on a red carpet and we were in front of a large theater. Hundreds of photographers were using old cameras with the light bulbs and taking our pictures.
"This is a premiere to one of my new movies." whispered Bartholomew as he laid my hand on his arm.
I smiled at him and we walked. He stopped quite a few times and I walked out of the way for him to pose for the cameras. We entered the theater and sat down to the movie. I had no clue what the movie was and so I watched with great interest as the movie came on.
It was a horror movie. I watched as two people fell in love and then they were eaten by mutant zombies that came out of there graves and reeked havoc on the town. There was a lot of blood, guts, violence, swearing, humor, and a bit of sex.
When the movie was over we clapped and then left for the premier party. I sat in the limousine and waited for Bartholomew. He soon was sitting by me and had the driver start going to the party.
"So how did you like the movie?" he asked as he looked at me with a playful smile.
"I found it very interesting. I never thought that killer zombies that could talk in a British accent could be so funny." I said as I gave him a sweet smile.
"So you enjoyed it?"
"Of course I did." I said as I forced another smile on my face. Suddenly a huge surge of pain ran through my right arm. It hurt like hell. It felt like someone was sawing off my arm or worse eating it while I was still attached to it. I screamed.
"What? What is it?" yelled out Bartholomew.
"It's my arm. It feels like it's on fire." I said as I held my right arm in my hand. I felt like I was going to faint.
Bartholomew grabbed my right arm and moved away the sleeve. He stared down at the letters carved in my arm. I quickly pulled my arm away from him and held it in my hand.
He kept his gaze facing down, where my arm was. He was like that for awhile, until he suddenly turned to me and gave me a warm smile. "Are you alright?"
"Ya, I'm…I'm perfectly alright." I said as I looked back down at my arm. The pain was gone now and it didn't hurt any more.
"I think you should probably get back home. You need some rest." he said, with a look of concern on his face.
"Thank you for being concerned about me, but I'm alright. Really," I said, trying to be persistent.
"You're so stubborn. Driver, take us back to the bar." he called out to the driver.
He kept asking me if I was alright and I had to keep reassuring him that I was perfectly fine all the way back to the bar. I got out of the limo and Bartholomew walked me back to the door.
"Goodnight Fly." said Bartholomew as he stood in front of me.
"Goodnight Bartholomew." I said, before I walked inside. I closed the door behind me and looked up at all the customers, who were staring at me. "What?"
They all looked away from me and went back to whatever they were doing before. For the rest of the night I was working at the bar and soon I was done with everything. I walked back up the stairs and went to bed, just like every other night.
Mad Scientists, Meara and Neara, Inside Secret Lab
"Meara, this is really bad. We've been looking out there for her, pretending to be her aunt's and we could only ask a hundred people or they would start asking questions, and we keep calling her name and she still isn't coming. What are we going to do?" asked Neara, starting to get hysterical.
"This is no time to panic." said Meara as she slapped Neara across the face. "Now, let's think of what else we could possibly do to find her."
"We could try and find her on the main computer." said Neara as she looked over at the large screens of the computer database.
"Oh really, and how do you suppose we can do that? Hm?" asked Meara as she gave Neara an irritated look.
"I don't know. You're the smart one!" yelled Neara as she through the list of names at Meara.
"Hello ladies," said a young gentleman's voice as he opened the door to the lab.
The twins looked up and were relieved to see Bartholomew Bat coming down the stairs to where they were. "Missed me?"
"What are you doing here?" asked Meara as she gave Bartholomew a look of disgust.
"I'm here on a proposition for you." he said as he sat down on a chair close to the twins.
"And what sort of proposition is this?" asked Meara.
"I believe that I have found a piece of your property." said Bartholomew, as he looked down at his nails.
"And what piece of property is this?" asked Neara, as her heart started to beat with hope and excitement.
"It goes by the name of Fly, but she has on her right arm, a scar."
"The scar says Artesbull, right?" asked Meara, with a glimmer of high hope in her eyes.
"No! It says Callousfly." said Bartholomew, with an annoyed look on his face.
"What? Neara, get me the list." said Meara, with wide eyes.
Neara handed the list over to Meara. She scanned it and looked for the name Artesbull. "Neara, what number is our experiment?"
"Um, 222?" asked Neara, with a clueless look on her face.
"No! You idiot! She's experiment 223!" yelled out Meara. "Her name is Callousfly."
"Callousfly!" yelled out Neara. "There, she should be getting here soon."
They waited for Fly to come, but a day passed and still nothing happened and no one came.
"I don't understand. She should be here when her name is called out three times." said Meara, the next day.
"Maybe we have to be in ear shot?" said Neara, as she was lying on the surgery table.
"Ya, but how do we do that?" asked Meara.
"Well that's where I come in." said Bartholomew as he stood up from the chair that he had been sleeping on. "I can get her for you in a snap, but you have to do something for me. I want one billion dollars, cold cash."
Meara and Neara glanced at each other and then looked back at him. "How about something better? We'll give you something that is worth a lot more then a billion dollars, if you don't call her by her name." said Meara.
"Deal!"
