Beetlejuice's point of view

The worst thing about being a ghost is that you can't dream. No matter how much you wish you could, you just couldn't. What a ghost could do was to go into a living beings dream and place a connection between the two of you. So then you would have the same dream as the living person. I for one never did that. It seemed too dirty and somewhat wrong.

'I was standing in a place filled with fog and mist. I looked around and felt like someone else was there. I walked through the mist when I suddenly almost tripped over something. I looked down and saw a girl that reminded me of Fly. She was lying on the ground and blood was dripping out of her body. I knelt down by her and looked at her face. It really did look like Fly. Suddenly she opened her eyes. No words came from her lips, but tears were forming in her eyes. I held her, since that was the only thing that I could do. Suddenly I heard a cry of a monster, I looked down at Fly and suddenly her eyes lit up bright red.'

"Ah," I cried as I woke up from my slumber. I looked around me and saw that I was in my coffin bed. I still wore my pajamas and I still was in my house. "Huh, was that a dream?" I asked myself as I looked around. Suddenly I noticed that there was a lump in my bed that was right beside me. I looked at it in a bit of confusion and pulled the covers back.

I felt a little shocked at seeing Fly, lying in my bed, right beside me, and bleeding. "How the hell did you get here?!" I said feeling shocked as I saw her opening her eyes.

"Where am I?" I heard Fly whisper as she tried to sit up.

"You're at the Road House and in my bed." I said as I saw her eyes widening.

"What? How did I get here? Ahh," she said as she placed her hand by her shoulder.

I looked down at it and suddenly noticed that there was a dart sticking out of it. "Why do you always get into trouble?" I said as I was about to touch it.

"Don't touch it. It hurts too much." she said, as she pleaded with her eyes.

"It needs to come out." I said as I gripped a hold of it and quickly yanked it out.

Fly screamed when I yanked it out, but I could tell that she was relieved.

"There's another in my thigh." she said as she pointed down towards it.

I gently pulled the covers away from her legs and slowly pulled up her skirt, until I saw the dart. 'Damn it. Only if it was a little higher.' I thought as I gripped the dart and yanked it out. She screamed again, but she looked happy that they were gone. "Are you alright?"

"Do I look alright?" she asked, sounding very weak.

"Why did you come back?"

"My body made me come back." she said, looking a little frightened.

"How can your body make you do anything?"

"I don't know." she said as she closed her eyes.

Suddenly an idea came to my mind.

"Callousfly, open your eyes." I demanded. Her eyes suddenly flew open and her body tensed. "Interesting." I whispered.

"How did you…" she asked before I interrupted her.

"Callousfly kiss me." I said. Suddenly I felt her lips on mine and I knew that I had her true name. She pulled away from my lips and I gave her a sinful look.

"Why did I just do that?" I heard her ask as she pushed herself a little ways from me.

"For some strange reason…your body acts similar to a poltergeist, but still breaths. I've never seen anything like this." I said as I tried to observe her.

"What do you mean by 'poltergeist'?" she asked with a confused look on her face.

"I mean that you're similar to me. Whenever someone calls you by your given poltergeist name three times, that would mean you were summoned. So, then if you were a poltergeist you could go to that person or not. With a lower poltergeist, they would have to go directly to that person who called out the name three times. But with you, I only have to say it once, and then tell you to do something. So that means you're controllable."

"Wait a minute, I am not controllable." said Fly, with an irritated look on her face.

"Callousfly, shut up." I said, before I went on. "And it seems that you might have some magic inside of you." I looked at her for a response and saw her lips tightly shut. "At ease, Callousfly." I said as I awaited her response.

"What do you mean by magic?" she asked as she soothed her cheeks.

"What I mean is that you need to unlock the energy inside of you. So, how about you stay here and live with me, and while you're here I'll teach you to control it." I said as I gave her a perverted smile.

"Is there any other option?" she asked, after contemplating it for awhile.

"I'm sure there are, but this one's the best you're going to get."

"Ah, I guess that settles it, but I want my own room."

"That can be arranged" I said as I smiled at her.

"With a lock on the door." She suddenly added.

'Damn it.' I thought, before I answered her with another okay.

It was going to be fun with having her around and it was going to get my mind off of trying to find out about the portals. I wanted to be able to help her in some way. I don't really know why, but she seems to be somebody that I could relate to.

Fly's point of view

I was in the bathroom, lying in a bathtub filled with hot, clean, mineralized water. I felt better after talking with BJ. He told me that I could stay with him and that he was going to help me with my magic, but as I thought it over in the tub, I couldn't help but think about Nightshade's words.

'You can't just help every pretty girl that can't handle her own problems!'

She was right of course. I couldn't handle my problems. I had already tried to handle them on my own and in the process I gained an enemy. What did I do wrong? I thought that things were going okay for me, but I guess I was wrong. Now, I was excepting charity from a perverted dead man who said that he wanted to help me. My thoughts were staying on that one topic when suddenly I heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"Who's there?" I asked.

"It's me Ginger." she said as she opened the door and quickly walked inside.

She looked the same as usual, happy and go-lucky.

"BJ asked me to come in here and help you out with your wounds." she said as she held up cloth bandages, thread, and something that looked like a needle.

She sat down by the tub, on a little stool and suddenly was starting to work on my shoulder wound. It felt excruciating as she dug the needle through my shoulder. It hurt, but somehow I had gotten through it. It took her at least an hour for her to be done with my shoulder and my thigh.

I walked out of the bathtub when she finally left the room and felt sad when I was slipping my dress back on again. The entire dress was completely ruined from all of the blood that now stained it. I felt somewhat sad that my outfit wasn't pretty anymore, but I still wore the whole outfit since that was the only thing that I had to wear. I walked out of the bathroom and slowly made my way to the living room. I sat myself down on the couch and suddenly realized that I didn't know where BJ was.

I stood back up and decided to search for him in the kitchen. I slowly walked into the room and saw BJ sitting down at the table eating Beetle's with a spoon. He saw me and grinned. I smiled at him and sat across from him at the round table.

"So, what do you want for breakfast before we start your training?" he asked, before taking another bite.

"I'm not that hungry." I said as I saw him bite a beetle's head off, and somehow, it was the truth.

"Okay then. Let's get today's lesson over with." he said as he stood up from his chair and started towards the living room.

I soon followed him into the room and was astonished to see him dressed in something else besides his black and white striped suit. He was dressed in something that reminded me of an old collage professor and he stood in front of a black board with a piece of chalk in his hand.

"Ms. Fly, will you please sit down at your desk." he said as he suddenly made a student desk appear.

"Um, do I really need a desk?" I asked as I walked towards it.

"No, I guess you don't." said BJ as he snapped his fingers, made it all disappear, and changed his weird scholar outfit back into his suit. "So, what should I teach you first?"

"I don't know, how about just the basics." I said as I shrugged my shoulders.

"All right. How about I teach you to fix your clothes." He said as he walked closer to me. Suddenly he flicked his wrist in the air and a large butcher knife popped in his hand.

My eyes widened as I saw how sharp it was. He swung it and sliced his suit. I watched as he placed his hand over it and it soon was back the way it was. It didn't even look like there was a tear in the first place.

"How.." I began, but quickly stopped myself.

"Now you try it. Your outfit is pretty much ruined, but if you focus your energy, then allow it to drape over you, and picture it mending into the way it was, then it should look brand new." he said as he looked me up and down. "Try it."

I nodded my head and soon I closed my eyes and was trying to picture my outfit being able to sew itself back together and the blood to fade away. And slowly I felt something moving inside of me. It reminded me of a fish in a fish bowl and how it would swim back and forth as if it was patiently waiting for something beautiful to happen.

I gently allowed it to grow larger and suddenly I could feel it trying to come out of me. I quickly tried to keep the image of my dress sewing together in my head, but I could feel it slipping away. Instead, came a picture of one of my strange demonic teddy bears with its round button eye's and its long black stitches. Suddenly I could feel myself getting tired and somehow I lost my grip on the magic.

It surged through me like it was trying to go back were it came from all at once. It felt wonderful and somehow it gave me back my energy. I opened my eyes and saw BJ looking at me with a startled look on his face. Suddenly he broke into a fit of laughter. He laughed long and hard and I couldn't figure out why. I lifted my left hand so I could scratch my head and I soon realized that it no longer was a hand, but a paw. In matter of fact, it was a black one with stitches that kept it together.

"What the fuck!" I yelled as I kept my gaze on the paw.

"Oh my God, you just can't make this stuff up." I heard Beetlejuice exclaim.

"What the hell happened?" I yelled at BJ.

"You weren't concentrating." He slowly said, trying to breathe and talk in between his fits of laughter.

"How do I fix it?"

"Just do the same thing that you did, last time, and picture your hand." said BJ, finally calming down.

It took me a couple of tries to finally get my left hand back and that wasn't easy. It took me turning my paw into a tentacle, then a robot arm, then an arm made from rubber bands, and then miraculously back into my arm and hand. By that time I was already fed up with magic and I wanted to give it all up.

"All right, now let's try again. Remember to focus your power on parts of your dress, not the whole thing. If you do that then you'll probably hurt yourself. Remember, you're a Breather." He said with a surprisingly straight face.

"All right." I said as I closed my eyes again.

"Don't think about it to much. Just suppress some into your middle and then release it." he quickly added in.

I kept my eyes shut and focused my magic to grow inside my chest. I suddenly realized that I was slowly pulling energy from my whole body. It didn't hurt, but it felt strange as I felt my body growing weaker.

I quickly tried to picture my outfit sewing a small part of it's self together, but I could only get a picture of how it was when I first wore it. I let go of the magic and suddenly felt most of it going back to were it came from and felt some of it leaving my body. I opened my eyes and saw BJ with a worried look on his face.

"Are you okay Fly?" he asked, as he walked towards me.

"Ya," I said weakly.

"You shouldn't have done it all in one go." he said as he looked me up and down.

I turned towards the mirror and saw myself in my black and purple dress. It looked brand new, no more holes or blood stains. I looked at it and felt happy as I fluffed it up with my hands. Suddenly, I realized a small piece of cloth in the corner of my dress. It was mixed into the purple and black frills and I couldn't help but feel a little guilty. The cloth was black and white striped and popped out like an M&M would on an ice cream cone.

"You look great." he said as he gave me two thumbs up.

"Thanks." I said very weakly. Suddenly my head was swimming and I could feel myself collapse down to the ground. I watched as BJ picked me up and said something that I didn't really hear, because I fell asleep.