Author's note: Oh lord. It's been a month and this is all I have to show for it? No good no good. Sorry my friends, but at long last I finally got the time to write up another chapter! Hurrayyy! Old characters show up, along with our favorite uncle exorcist from the movie! I can't tell you who, it's a surprise. Next chapter I'm going to try and make extra long, and hopefully up soon. Maybe by next Friday, instead of another month. Also, I've been kinda sick, and having writers block, and playing Kingdom Hearts 1. It made me realize something...Beetlejuice should have been in that game, because, even though it's not a disney series or final fantasy, it still would have been a kick ass world of that game...I should make a game, like kingdom hearts, but with worlds that involve 80's-90's cartoon series and movie versions of those cartoons. It would be an awesome game...I would so buy that. Hehe...but anyways, aside from dreams that will never be reached...
Now, time to thank the reviewers. Boy there are a lot of you guys...thank youuuu. *teary eyes of joy* Thanks toooo BeetleBend, rubydesires, Cybernetic Mango, Reader, mydirt09 and Fanficaddicttion. I love you guys, and the miscellaneous watchers that never review. You guys make me feel warm and fuzzy inside too.
Disclaimer: I do not own Beetlejuice in any sort of way. I own Lance, but that's about it.
Now, onto the next chapter of:
The Beauty and The Beetle
Ch. 11:The Sparkle of Her Eyes...
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Meanwhile, while the antics of certain creatures of the night partook around a certain free spirit, siblings with hidden motives were shifted into gear in a dark room which seemed to be in the corners of nowhere.
Distant eyes grazed over determined ones, as a dull voice sounded out monotonously. "Lance." The voice called out, as both pairs of midnight blue orbs met each other. "Why are we in the depths of hell again?"
An aggravated sigh washed over the two, as the room became still. "You want to be with Lydia, right?" came a snap, and distant eyes sharpened into focus.
"Of course brother! More than anything in the world and as many worlds as possible! Ten times over in a blaze of a thousand suns could never-"
"Yeah, well this is going to help us. So be patient little brother." Lance sighed, flinching at the now sullen Vince, having been interrupted in the midst of his poetic confession.
That was about the time the two brothers noticed the stiff stale of the air, and how bitter it was to the senses. Lance shivered and pulled his winter jacket tighter to himself, teeth chattering. "When'd it get so cold?" he grumbled, eyeing the grayed stone of the walls, and the all around prison cell like manor the room had. Vince pulled his more eloquent black jacket closer, buttoning it up fully.
A chime caught their attention, and they both looked to the doorway, and eyed a rather large man dressed in fur and disappointments. Lance grinned at the large man; the only man richer than the Redevance family, the priest and all around nerve system of the town-Otho. He was never known by his family name, claiming that there were mix ups in that name that would dirty his abilities and reputation. No, the man in the fur robe; presumably minx's or winter fox's, practically built the town after the mayor had destroyed the only thing that made this town decent. When Otho had built the town back up from the haunches of its near death experience, they showered him in respect and gold. Lots of gold.
With a wiry, possibly sleazy smirk, Otho turned plotting eyes to the boys, half his age in the least. Lance laced his fingers together, watching the big man in the spotlight. "Father Otho, I have a proposition for you."
Otho raised an eyebrow, half turned away from the two, and rested a pudgy hand on his chin. "A proposition you say?" he said distantly, secretly intrigued.
"Yes, about the Deetz girl."
"Ah yes, the Deetz girl, the one your younger counterpart fauns over obsessively."
At this point, Vince started to space out, his eyes dilating in thought. Lance sighed.
"Yes, you are correct father. Her father, Chuck, came into the eatery earlier tonight, mumbling nonsense about something or another-"
"A monster it sounded like…" Vince added distantly.
"Right, a 'monster'." Lance air quoted, looking at Otho, who was now fully turned to the two and sitting down across from him. "Guy was half frozen, and scared out of his mind."
"…Lydia in a dungeon…" Lance turned to his brother, then shook his head, turning back to Otho.
"Father Otho, I was wondering if you could possibly…call for Chuck to be brought into your church, on a count of 'demonic possession' or what not."
"And why should I help you? You may be a Redevance, but you have no right to ask me such things, without something for me in return." Otho said with a scorn thick on his face, as he stood up.
"Who said I didn't have anything for you in return?"
Otho considered Lance in front of him.
"Continue."
Lance leaned back in his seat.
"If you do as I ask, and get Chuck into your church, then you might be able to expand on your territory."
Otho tapped his fingers together in thought.
"You know well I do not like being played."
"Don't consider this as being played, but as a way to practice your teachings to the masses, and to gain something greater."
Otho paused in thought.
"I will call a town meeting in two days time."
"No!" Vince suddenly spoke, shaking the other two from their mental chess game. He slammed his hands down on the wooden table, ignoring the sting of ice. "It has to be done immediately! I must have my Lydia back to me immediately!"
Otho stared hard at the brothers. "Or else none at all."
Lance stared at Vince. "If we don't do this now, then we won't be able to get another chance."
Vince quieted down, sinking back into his thoughts and mumbling things about Lydia and Chuck, and the strange monster.
Lance then looked at Otho. "Two day's time would be fine."
"Maybe I should make it three, so that your brother can squirm in his sin." He said, leaving with that.
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Lydia groaned as she rubbed her eyes, being pulled along gently by a rose colored spider, almost tripping over her own feet in the process. Ginger smiled a face splitting grin, almost breaking her face and three of her ankles, as they traveled down a flight of stairs. Lydia let out a small yelp, brushing her black hair behind her ears and watching the spider. She was wide awake now.
"Slow down Ginger! I'm going to trip! Why are you so excited anyways?"
She then was stopped suddenly as she almost tripped over Ginger, the over excited pink blur of a spider.
"Da'lain', go ge' ya'self comfy in tha dinin' hall, while I go ge' Jacques!" She said, letting go of a confused Lydia and rushing off in some general direction. Lydia blinked and turned to the towering double doors, and was memorized at the Gothic pattern engraved into the heavy hazelnut wood, stained a deep, rich red. Blood seemed to be soaked deep into these doors. She smiled lightly, running her fingers across the grain of the wood, enjoying the feel of it under her fingers.
The door snapped open wide enough for her to enter.
She blinked at the gap of black darkness and sighed at it. It was barely sunrise, but still, some sort of light should have leaked into the eternal darkness beyond these doors. She sighed again and brushed off her clothes, trying to smooth out the wrinkles. Maybe if she ran into him, he wouldn't-she caught herself. Why was she thinking like that anyways? She never thought that way, for anyone. Must have been a fluke.
She slowly stepped into the darkness, and tried to see through it, but was quickly blinded by a bright flash of light. She stepped back, closing the door with her back, and rubbed at her eyes furiously. "Come on…it's way too early to be blinded…" she groaned to herself, and opened her eyes slowly to green ones. She blushed deeply at how close they were, and she yelped.
She slumped to the ground and groaned, rubbing her face with the flat of her hand. "Beetlejuice…" she sighed into her hand, and she looked up to him floating where her head was.
"Hey babes."
"Don't call me that."
"What? After I saved your life, you still won't let me call ya a pleasantry?"
Lydia sighed and stood up slowly, and looked at him while dusting herself off. "No, I just think that… 'nick names' are a little too personal." She sighed and rubbed her face again, trying to rub away the blush that crept so heavily onto her face.
She ignored the obvious wagging of blond eyebrows. "Geez, babes, didn't know ya thought of me that way."
She shoved his face away when it got too close for comfort. "I don't." She then tapped her chin closing her eyes in thought. "Well…since everyone calls me 'Deetz'" she said, her voice down a few tones at her family name. "You can call me Lydia. Not babes or-"
"Sure thing, Lyds."
"Or that." She groaned, then clasped her hands together and pressed her forefingers against her lips. "Hmm…maybe I could allow it…" she glanced up at his bright eyes, centered on her. "If. You tell me something about you." She hid the smirk that grew when she saw his eyebrows furrow at her, and his eyes lidded. It went so well with the giant frown that grew larger in thought, and that blond lock that fell just right over his-
"Alright." She blinked out of her thoughts and turned to the blond that seemed to turn his frown into a smirk. "I'll tell ya all kinds of crap, crap that you wish ya didn't even know."
She almost fell over in shock. "R-really?"
"Ya. But only if…" he smirked at how she flinched, and got nervous under his words, and how her brown eyes seemed to sparkle, for him, at this new sort of game. He then smiled and closed his eyes, landing with a soft tink against the wood floor. "you go to dinner with me, tonight."
He caught the blush she tried to hide. "Dinner?"
"Yup, since ya blew me off last time!" He screeched, and then smirked at another sparkle in her eyes he was oh so fond of.
"I didn't blow you off!"
"Riiiggghhttt." He turned and crossed his arms, closing off the part of his mind that screamed at him for looking away from those beautiful brown eyes. Damn voice, telling nonsense. He expected a scream and a slamming of the doors. Instead, he got a small chuckle. He turned to look, despite himself.
He almost flinched at how close she was. "Alright then. Only if you tell me what you said you were going to tell. More also, if you don't mind." She looked into his eyes brightly, and his heart almost beat out of its frozen place, racing if it could. He furrowed his eyes at the sparkle in her eyes, the sparkle that said 'I win'. He frowned. Damn women and their damn mind games. He grunted and looked away, ignoring the smirk at the 'blush' on his face. Damn women, thinking that men blush. They tone, not blush. He then stuck his hands in his pockets, and felt something he should have given her in the first place, so that they didn't have to have this discussion.
"Right, uh, here." He said, pulling out a camera; a plain old film camera. He tossed it to her, which she caught, and looked over with wide eyes. Her eyes were sparkling…sparkling with something better than winning a battle, or being sly, or even something else. This sparkle was of pure awe and admiration; adoration for him and only him. She turned her attention to him and smiled blissfully, genuinely, as she gripped the camera gently, like a child holding a doll. "Beetlejuice…" her voice was glazed over with bliss.
He toned deeply and turned away, floating up to the ceiling. "Right, see ya tonight." With that he was gone.
Damn women, making him whipped.