A/N: (sniffle, sniffle, cries) ok since I was too "heartbroken" to end this story in this chapter, I've giving you all what you want and broken it up into two parts.
Oh and I was so bored that I figured some things out. A) BJ's dead, so all the blood in his body would be clotted and kind of solid wouldn't it? Still black and flows out in clumps or something right? B) How exactly did BJ commit suicide? It was suicide people, watch the movie! Juno's suicide was obvious. We'll say he drowned himself in a swamp or somethin' like that, seems plausible to me. C) For everyone who wants to understand Prince Vince's sudden obsession over Lydia, read on. It's indirectly explained. D) And is it just me or does my ending need more violence? Obviously I don't want to be typical fluff even though I love fluff. E) Why did I give Beetlejuice my insults?!?!? I use them! No bad! …mmm…my brain hurts!
Anyways, I feel so bad for not writing this sooner. But I've been busy and highly occupied, believe me. Sadly it's not all too good either… But I pretty well had free classes this week and I promise I will start the next chapter right after I get home from my vacation! I'll be home on the 22nd of March. I promise I will start the last chapter then! I swear!
Ok, no more talking, long chapter ahead. READ AND COMMENT! Please…
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The door closed and the moment it did, Lydia crumbled to the floor in front of it. Her eyes went wide, her mouth fell open and her small chest trembled with every breath. Unable to comprehend what had just happened Lydia shook her head lightly, wiping away make up from her cheeks with the palm of her hand.
"Oh Beetlejuice… what have I gotten myself into?" Lydia said softly as tears of fear started to fall from the corner of her eyes. The worse of what could happen was already manifesting in her mind. She had agreed to do anything and she meant it, but how far was anything? What did it include? And when would it all end?
More than a few hopeless thoughts of what could happen flooded her mind: death, pain, never again seeing home or her parents. Lydia knew she couldn't bear to hurt anyone. Couldn't stand to see the man she loved be put to death when she could possibly save him… but how much more would she hurt him by trying to free him? Lydia wanted to scream out his name two more times to see if he would come to her, but she couldn't speak.
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Final: Part ONE
Chapter Fourteen: Primal Scream
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Clunk
Quickly making his way along the narrow corridor Vince smiled to himself. An inward grin meant to proclaim his authority over all those around him. Back straight and nose up in the air Vince almost wanted to chuckle. Power was one thing he had plenty of and he refused to let any of it slip. He was power hungry; over the Neitherworld, over the dead in it and over the girl currently residing in him home.
Clunk
Vince's fancy black shoes made an echoing clunk as he strode into his prison; a large detention center built under the castle it's self. Where the filth and the rot of the Neitherworld live out an eternity behind bars, hundreds of ghosts, locked away from the light, unable to harm or cause trouble for the rest of the undead.
And cells, stories high would house the one man that Vince was almost scared would somehow take away his rule. Take away a certain level of power. That would corrupt his entire kingdom.
Clunk
From the walls shouts of angry threats and profanities came from aggressive spirits. Their built-in cells, impossible to reach without the power of flight, reached high above. Built into the cold black stone walls, no ledges or ladders for them to escape onto; for each prisoner had no power here. Once condemned to this prison all ghosts were striped of all powers and ties to the outside.
Far down the rows of cells and high above, ten stories up, was Beetlejuice. Hurt, still slowly bleeding, and slumped back against the far wall of his cell, he drifted in and out of consciousness.
"Hello Beetlejuice. My, my... it really is refreshing to see you here again."
Beetlejuice slowly lifted his eyes up at the thick bars that held him in. Beyond the small slits between them he saw the Prince giving him an almost pitiful look, his arms crossed and floating above the ground, Beetlejuice rolled his eyes. "If I'm not mistaken this was the cell you were held in for a few nights when you got to restless in the waiting room." Vince said looking around the dark and empty cell. "But then again, you never were good at behaving yourself were you?"
Beetlejuice grunted. His top lip twitching as he faked an amused grin.
"Oh Beetlejuice I came all this way to tell you the good news and you can't even pretend to be happy?" Vince mocked him happily and shook his hair from his face before smiling once more. Beetlejuice turned away. "You're being let go tomorrow." Eyes snapping wide, his jaw went slack in a baffled manner.
"I thought that might get your attention."
"What's the catch you prick?" Beetlejuice shot out cutting him off. Slowly his head rose to glare up at the Prince. Vince would never help him out for free. Beetlejuice started to grind his teeth together, the inside of his mouth becoming chewed up from his teeth gnawing at his gum. Vince's smirk became sinful. His black eyes were hard as stone and Beetlejuice could feel the obvious deal waiting to be spoken. Vince slowly leaned towards the bars, but not my much, his head nodding forward so he looked in on Beetlejuice from behind a fringe of black hair.
"Lydia." He breathed softly.
As the Prince gently whispers of Lydia's name something inside Beetlejuice snapped in two. Clenching his teeth tightly and throwing him self forward Beetlejuice let out a snarl which echoed loudly through the prison. He grabbed at the bars, tinny beads of thick clotted blood dripped from his injured knuckles. Baring his teeth like a dog Beetlejuice frowned at Vince hard and barked.
"If you ever lay another hand on her I will rip you to shreds!" He threatened hysterically, eyes squinting and his teeth display is a fixed clench. "I promise you, you fucking stuck up goob, I will break every bone in your body if you ever go near her again!"
"Oh Beetlejuice, don't be so overdramatic." Vince said chuckling, shaking his head humorously. "She is the one that has convinced me to let you go. She was the one who tempted me into negotiating your release. She is well and shall remain that way." Beetlejuice raised an eyebrow as his grip loosened on the cool metal bars. "She has asked me to let you go free and I have agreed."
"Still…what's the catch? I never get into trouble? Never torment your fucking world for laughs? Get a pat on the head and pushed out the door? What the fuck is it?"
"Oh no Beetlejuice, you're not listening. As I said before, Lydia is the catch." Vince frowned pretentiously at his opponent. "She had to beg and bribe me for your freedom. Would you think I'd let you go for just anything? I am only holding up my part of the agreement. I still don't have a bloody clue why, but Miss Lydia would do anything for you." He lowered his voice to a smooth mutter. "She has sworn to never see you again and you shall do the same."
"Bastard! I'll-"
"YOU'LL DO NOTHING and WILL be content! After you are released, if you ever come anywhere close to my castle you and your precious human will both pay for it! …I'm sure you would agree with me… when I say it'd be a shame for anything bad to befall upon her."
Beetlejuice hissed sharply. "No threat is going to stop me from getting to her, OR YOU! You slimy pampered brat!"
Vince tossed his hair before starting to fiddle with the cuff of his jacket, completely ignoring the threat that had been fired at him. "I'll give you some credit here Beetlejuice. You're hatred towards me is quite entertaining. But the girl has already agreed to never seeing you again. Why don't you save yourself anymore of this childish drama and just play the cards you've been dealt."
Beetlejuice howled at the decibel of a banshee. His hands shot out through the bars, scratching at the air in front of Vince's face.
Vince shook his head in a mock disapproval. "It would be in the best interest of MY Lydia if you would just do as you are told."
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Her tears had dried up. Standing silently her eyes burned from crying so much. A headache was painfully playing percussion in the back of her head. It had been at least an hour since Vince had left Lydia alone in this room. She dared not leave. Lydia stood by the window, leaning against the wall for solid support.
The sky was beginning to lighten. The dawn would soon break across the sky, chasing the dark of the night away, but no amount of warm sun would manage to melt the dark ice coating her body. She felt dead, more lifeless than she had ever felt, but still takingin air, heart still beating and warmth still radiating from her body. Lydia would feel dead for as long as she would stay here. Nothing was final until the Prince returned. Not that his appearance would change anything. Lydia knew she would reside forever. She would die here and here, in the Neitherworld, she would stay for an eternity with the good Prince.
Lydia whipped away the last of her makeup with her fingertips.
There would be no more tears.
Breathing in slowly she whispered out to the emptiness of the room.
"Goodbye… Beetlejuice…
"Take care of your self…"
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"Cheer up Beetlejuice. I will take very good care of her." Vince said, once again laughing at Beetlejuice's pain.
Beetlejuice lowered his head and held the bars of his cell for support tightly. He forced himself to stand, refused to give in to Vince. He didn't blink, didn't breath; only stared down at the empty air underneath Vince's feet.
"She'll never want you." Beetlejuice spat through his teeth.
"Lydia will grow to want me." Vince assured him. "Why wouldn't she? It won't take long for her warm up to me. She already seems so trust worthy of me; so comfortable in my presence. Soon she will desire me far more than you. Lydia will forget you were ever in her life. Goodbye Beetlejuice, keep in mind my warning. Lydia may come to be my queen but I am not afraid to hurt you both if you break my rules again. So, I would suggest you not give me reason to hurt her."
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Lydia's stomach was in knots. Nothing could stop the overwhelming nausea that took over her body. Head still pounding to the beat of her heart, she couldn't stop from feeling dizzy. Contrary to the burning heat in her chest, her entire body felt ice cold. She took a quick intake of musty air and held it.
The door behind her burst open, making a loud crack as it hit the wall heavily. The sudden eruption of noise caused her to turn too fast, her ill feeling body taking her motor skills through a loop. She fell over onto her side. Soft foot steps proceeded to move up behind her. Lydia closed her eyes trying to focus more on the pain shooting through her hip where she had landed and less on the black shoes walking towards her.
A pair of cold arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back up to her feet. She fell into the eager embrace of the wrong man. Opening her eyes Lydia looked up at none other than the Prince smiling gently down at her. In the light his face looked much lighter. His smile was calming again and his dark eyes were warm. But, it was still wrong. Lydia lowered her eyes away from his. Handsome as he was, Lydia would not forget his schizophrenic mood swings. She could handle Beetlejuice's because they were more preventable and often noticeable with change, but not the Prince's.
"I have released him for you Lydia dear." The Prince's voice said above her. Lydia couldn't help but hear a triumphant gloat hidden in the way he had just spoken. Biting her lip softly Lydia sighed quietly. He had said something else, or asked something but Lydia was no longer paying attention. His voice was blocked out of her head. She didn't want to hear him.
"…What?" She squeaked worriedly of what her answer may be.
Vince raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. "I asked, if you had been waiting here this whole time for me."
Lydia shivered suddenly as if a spasm washed down her spine. She looked up at him and was met with another smile from the man holding her tightly. Her eyes blinked and gave him a dazed look. Vince looked down at her sweetly, his face slightly forming a blush.
"It's alright now Lydia, he's gone now." Vince said reassuringly. Lydia's eyes widened as she nervously tried to back out of his hold, but was denied. In disbelief she attempted an argument, however, only stammers and squeaks left her throat. Vince lowered his head down to hers. "Calm yourself my dear. Nothing will hurt you anymore. I am here to take good care of you."
"I don't understand." Lydia said letting hysterics take control. Again she tried to jerk away from the Prince.
"My poor fragile flower, do not act so upset." Vince tightened his arms around her slowly. "You are a perfect beauty. You deserve the title royalty. Be calm now and stay here with me."
"I don't want to be your anything!" Lydia blurted.
Vince was no longer listening, only tightly pressing Lydia's thin body to his. "You would make me king." He chuckled slightly. His snobbish arrogance made Lydia feel even sicker. She blinked, looking up at him curiously.
"Lydia," Vince continued. "You are such an innocent young lady. You deserve much better than a swamp slug like Beetlejuice. A pure angel like you needs to be looked after, needs protection that only I can give. Would you not pick a Prince over an abusive and immoral man?"
Lydia stayed silent. Her lip quivered as once more she wanted to sob but tears refuse to fall, only sting the back of her eyes.
"Lydia, why do you hesitate? What is there to decide; to even think over?" Vince enquired, roughly turning her face up to his. His fingers pressed into her jaw strongly to keep her from looking else where. "He hurt you, caused you so much pain. I would not hurt you like he has. How could you even think of him now?"
"He's not what you think!" Lydia finally shot back at him, finally taking enough of his bullshit.
Vince dropped her face and stepped back from her. His eyes narrowed before he cleared his throat. "This is for the best Miss Lydia. You will marry me tomorrow. And the second you are mine you will never see him again! Just be happy that he is still standing. A lady such as yourself, or as you shall become, does not show anger like this, especially not towards her king!" His angry frown softened quickly to that of a gently stun.
He came close to her, hand rising next to her check. Lydia's eyes scrunched shut as if waiting to be struck. Vince pouted sadly.
"I will miss the warmth of your skin…" He said. The tips of his fingers lightly brushed over her skin. Lydia opened largely. They shimmered with unshed tears.
He turned to go, once again slamming the door as he left.
Lydia sighed heavily and rubbed her eyes. She was tired and hungry but didn't want sleep, didn't want food. Lydia sluggishly tiptoed over to the bed in the next room, her bare feet slightly sticking to the cold floor. She was scared to make a sound. Scared he'd come back in. She steadily climbed onto the bed.
Bit by bit her eyes drifted shut. Lydia lay back, her feet curling up under her. Sleep eventually claimed her body. Exhaustion and fear pulled her down into a deep sleep.
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As promised Beetlejuice was released that morning.
Being thrown out the gates harshly he hit the dirt road face first. Beetlejuice pushed his upper body up, spitting out bits of gravel and dirt. Once outside the gates of the Prince's castle he stood up slowly and started to brush dust from his clothes. His clothes were more of a mess than normal but he didn't care to fix them. His sore body quickly felt better and the cuts he had received gradually began to heal over. He scratched at his neck, flakes of grime dropping onto the collar of his shirt. Taking a deep breath he gazed back at the castle. The guards still stood at the gate, armed, waiting for him to try something.
Beetlejuice gave the castle one last look before turning away. Head hung low to his chest and hands shoved deep into his pockets he walked down the long road towards town.
'Maybe I'll clean up first…' He thought remembering his badly ripped clothes. At the age they were he wondered how they were still holding them selves together. Beetlejuice rolled his eyes lazily before snapping his fingers. A lit cigarette hanging from his lips Beetlejuice kept walking slowly. He thought about going back home for a change of clothes before making an appearance in town. He had a certain image to maintain. He was gross, yes. He was dirty, yes. He was indeed many things, but a ripped up sloth he was not.
Taking a long drag from his cigarette Beetlejuice chose home first. With a sigh of grief and pain he vanished into a small whirlwind of dust and smoke.
Back at his messy labyrinth of a home Beetlejuice grunted as he fell back onto his soil coated sofa in his front room. He'd changed from his old clothes into a pink button up shirt and loose black tie, his pants a copy of his regular pair, only cleaner. He threw his feet up onto an uneven coffee table and slumped down into the dirty upholstery.
Beetlejuice rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed. He had been seen only four walls and black for what seems like forever. The last place he needed or wanted to be was inside. Dropping his feet to the floor with a thud he stood up straight. He frowned at the front door before moving towards it.
"I need some air." Beetlejuice mumbled and lowered his head.
Needing to think or rather forget. Beetlejuice left his home once more and started down the road in at angry pace. His strides were fast and heavy. The black work boots made the gravel shake as he stepped. Memories stung the back of his mind. Eyes burning with unseen fury. Suppressed hatred for the Prince bubbled up through his body hazardously.
Lydia had gotten him out of being exercised. She had done that for him after everything?
She… remembered?
Beetlejuice lifted his head to the sky and squinted into the sun. Did she remember him? If she did why would she set him free like this? If she did remember him…
He closed his eyes tightly and ground his teeth together angrily. 'How could she willingly stay with an asshole like the prince?' Beetlejuice thought to himself. He knew how horribly he treated her himself but the Prince was more powerful and could hurt her severely. Opening his eyes, their soft glow lighting up the dark circles on his face, he moaned loudly.
"Fuck him…" He breathed out.
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Vince smiled at his reflection. It was a pleased grin, beaming with pride and delight. He straightened the front of his new coat and started to smooth out the wrinkles along the shoulders. In the full length mirror before him, he ignored the image of the plump tailor hemming his pant cuff.
Giving himself one last self satisfied smile in the mirror he snapped his fingers lazily. The mirror image of the Prince dripped away to show his bride innocently slumbering. Lydia shifted in her sleep, legs stretching out and rolling onto her side.
"Is she not the most beautiful angel ever created?" Vince mused aloud, his eyes glazing over with a pleasant softness. The tailor didn't look up knowing the question was not directed at him. Vince signed in a childish dream state as we watched Lydia silently sleep. Her black hair fell out of her face when she had rolled over. The clean pale flesh of her neck and cheeks shining in the sun light that filled the room. "She is radiant." He breathed to him self once more.
"Your Highness?" A voice meekly said behind him. Vince spun around to glare at one of his servants intruding on his fantasies. The picture of Lydia on his mirror changed back to a normal reflection.
"What is it?" Vince bellowed angrily. His face scrunching into a scowl "What do you want?"
"Y-you wanted to be informed the minute…that….that Beetlejuice was removed from the-the premises." The servant stammered out. Vince's expression softened significantly.
"Thank you." He said politely. The servant swallowed hard, worried about the Prince's spontaneous mood swings. "You may go now." Vince waved him from the room before turning back around to see his reflection looking back at him again. His lip curled up on one side into a bitter smirk.
"I never want that filth around my angel again." He stated proudly. "Tailor, you may go. Thank you."
The tailor got up off the floor, bowed then left in a respectful hurry.
Vince pushed his hair back from his face. His smile now gone and his eyes a watery mess of emotion. Letting his hands drop to his sides he snapped his fingers lightly, the mirror switching back to view a dozing Lydia.
"Oh my dear…" Vince whispered softly to her figure. "Do not fear me or anything any more. Nothing is going to get to you ever again. Nothing is going to touch you while I'm around." Walking forward to the mirror Vince gave her a wary look. "This is for your own good. It is what you truly deserve. You will thank me for this some day."
He pondered whether or not it was a good idea to look into her mind to see what he was so worried about. He was unsure of her and of her character. He was unsure what she would do, unsure if she was trustworthy or not, unsure if she was pure and his alone.
Vince cursed himself for thinking like he was. Of course she was all of those things. She was so sweet and caring and gave off such an aura of pure angelic innocents. He would not break any of those things. He would not break her. Just take her. Take and keep. She would die as innocent as he saw her now. That way she would be like this forever, no matter how many times he took her for himself.
Vince placed both of his hands on the mirror frame and swallowed hard. His eyes watched her breathing. The hypnotic and calming raise and fall of her small breasts. Vince licks his lips slowly watching her body. Silently laid out on her side, her skirt lifted up enough to give him a good view of her calves. Hair hung in strands around her head. Lips slightly parted and a rosy pink. Vince's hands tightened on the frame of the mirror.
"This is going to be a long day…" He groaned huskily.
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Beetlejuice stared at the ground where his feet fell with ever new step. The ghost around him hurriedly tumbled over one another to get out of his way as he walked down the street. He looked up only a few times as he went, to glare at someone or to see where he was going.
An odd occurrence happened when a very small person found their way into Beetlejuice's peripheral vision. It was a small child, a boy of barely ten-years-old. He was dressed very formally and had arms full of papers. The little boy looked around in distress before he turned to see Beetlejuice. Running up to him obliviously he jumped up and down in a panic.
"Excuse me sir. Sir? Sir, can you give me directions?" The boy asked in a desperate tone. Beetlejuice raised an eye brow before starting to walk past him but the boy bound around to face him again asking the same questions once more.
"If it'll make you get the hell out of my way then fine." Beetlejuice finally said in frustration after hearing the boy repeat himself for a third time.
"What way to the castle? I'm lost and I need to deliver these." The kid answered thrusting the papers at Beetlejuice to explain his problem. Beetlejuice glimpsed down at the papers before hesitantly asking,
"And what are those?" and gesturing a finger at the papers.
"They are documents on marriage. I don't know much about it. Haven't looked. They're for the Prince and his bride. Please sir, what way is it to the castle?" The boy asked again to get the directions he needed. "Sir? Sir, it's important."
Beetlejuice stared down at the papers in the child's hands. His tongue was stuck as well as his eyes. Even the annoying child's voice ringing voice was blocked from his ears.
A young woman joined the two and bent down to the child's height. His head shot up to look at Beetlejuice. He only saw her lips move, maybe a quick apology or a small begging for forgiveness for bothering him. When he said nothing still they began to scurry off in the opposite way he had been heading.
"HOLD IT!" He said firmly, his hand grabbing onto the woman's shoulder. She turned to him and stayed silent.
"What marriage? WHEN?" He commanded her to tell him.
"Tomorrow…The-the Prince is…" The woman started to tremble.
"TO WHO?"
"I don't know! Please let me go…"
"Go…" He breathed glaring at her. "Get lost!" The two ran off up the road as fast as they could. Beetlejuice watched them leave, other ghosts slowly filling their tracks as they crossed the street to avoid him.
His hands clenched tightly at his sides. A low snarl gurgled up out of his chest as he started in the direction of the castle. His eyes lifted to the sky, the reddening sky making him scowl.
"She's mine you bastard…" Beetlejuice growled inside his head. His breathing became rougher, more forced.
"You won't lay another hand on her as long as I still can walk."
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The sky darkening quickly Vince slowly moved away from the window and over to the doorway. His smug smirk was threatening, yet proud in intent. Vince stood just feet away from a still sleeping and unmoved Lydia. She had slept all day and looked like she would sleep a little longer before she woke. Vince leaned on the door frame, his elbow propping his head up. His black eyes wandered over her back and legs. Her back was to him and he almost found it upsetting, but he counted his blessing that she was still here with him.
Moving away from the door and into the room, silent and slow he made his way around the foot of the bed to face her. Lydia signed quietly in her sleep, the quiet noise made Vince's heart jump from his chest. He quietly stood next to the bed, head turned down to look at the sleeping girl on the bed. He wanted to hold her while she slept but better judgement stopped him. Absentmindedly his knees came to rest on the bed and he leaned forward over her body. One hand supporting him, the other reached out but stopped short from touching her. It hovered over her hair. Vince's eyes slid almost close, a strange lust heating his cold dead body.
His hand waded lower over her, traveling merely inches over her flesh and clothes. It started from her head, to her neck, over shoulder and came to a halt a hair length away from landing on her hip. Vince's breathing grew louder, nostrils flaring when he inhaled.
"Oh Lydia…" It came as a moan he never intended.
"Bee…" She breathed in her sleep, shifting slightly and bumping his hand with her hip.
His eyes snapped open as he retreated from the bed. Looking back at Lydia and frowned. His fingers flexed but refuse to curl up. Furious he fled from the room and towards his own far down the hall. Vince swore to himself he'd never hear a single syllable of that name would again leave her angelic lips.
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The sun set barely minutes before Beetlejuice found himself once again at the castle's gates. Doubting that he had made the right choice to come he rocked on his heels scanning for a way in. It wasn't heavily guarded because no one in the Neitherworld would dare do what he had in mind.
"Screw this." He signed pushing off the ground. Hovering for a moment Beetlejuice looked anyone who would see him. He saw no one but a few mindless guards on the other side of the gate. He huffed to him self before becoming clear. He crossed over the gate and still found his powers active. Smiling he mumbled out load,
"Too easy ya losers!"
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He had floated by practically every window looking inside for his girl. Thinking if he was lucky it'd be the fastest way, but luck didn't seem to be on his side tonight. Most of the rooms were too dark and he only could risk a brief glimpse inside.
Go inside, not go inside…His mind fought back and forth trying to figure out a new tactic. Beetlejuice sighed and rubbed his eyes. And after gaining a little more height to start on the next level of the castle he felt that his luck was turning around. It was only a feeling but still a feeling. Almost as if someone had said his name…or rather part of it.
He pulled himself together enough to think that it was nothing at all but soon found himself out side the window of a poorly lit room. It had little furniture and seemed to just be a sitting room. On his left was a door way to yet another area, but it was too dark from his angle. Beetlejuice slid silently through the glass and glided over to the doorway. He did not land, did not risk anyone hearing the clack of his shoes on the hard floor.
Though he almost lost control over his flight when he got to the door. Hesitant though eager he slowly lowered himself to the floor and took the two wide steps over to the bed. Sitting onto it Beetlejuice took a long hard look down into the face of the person sleeping on it. His eyes shifted to the other side of the bed where no one lay. The sheets were imprinted and inhaling he could practically smell Vince's presents.
Turning back to the sleeper next to him, Beetlejuice gently tilted their head so face him. He found Lydia's face, eyes closed and lips parted. She looked so tempting. Beetlejuice lowered his head down to hers, his lips softly caressing her own. A small whimper left her throat causing Beetlejuice to pull back. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her body close to his. "Wake up Babes." He cooed gently. "Wake up, it's me. You remember me right?" He dropped another kiss onto her soft lips.
She stiffened against him. Her eyes shot open and tried to push back from her unknown visitor. The room was dark and it took a minute and a reassuring voice to bring her back to a calm state. "Come on Lyds. It's me."
"B-?" Lydia started to say his name but Beetlejuice placed a kiss onto her before she could.
"Not here Babes." He moaned against her lips. When they pulled apart she nodded. "I don't think it'd be a good idea."
Now adjusted to the dim lights, a happy smile crossed Lydia's face. Her excited hands shot out and she clung to Beetlejuice tightly. Beetlejuice returned her excitement and held her to him.
"I'm so sorry…" She whimpered desperately, voice cracking as she started to cry. "I'm sorry… Please don't hate me. I didn't want to forget you! I never meant to hurt you…Please forgive me…"
"Shhh…" He soothed and stroked her hair. "I do. Shhh... I won't leave you again. He won't get to you I promise. I forgive you of course I do. Calm down. It's ok now." Beetlejuice wasn't used to comforting others; he couldn't remember the last time he actually had. "Come on now Lyds."
Lydia pushed her self up to look at him. His hand brushed over her cheek and cupped her face softly.
"It'll be ok. I'm here now." He whispered. She smiled and his heart swelled.
"Thank you." Lydia said before giving him a gentle peck. As she pulled away from him again Beetlejuice pulled her back in. He kissed her gently but soon became greedier for her attention. He held her tightly in his arms, her hands trapped between her and his chest. He caressed her lips with his own, almost demanding her to respond back. She did. She kissed him back deeply; a small squeak escaped her mouth. The sounds pleased Beetlejuice highly and he grinned into his kiss.
Lydia's face heated into a deep blush and she kissed him back. Her hands started to wander up from his chest to wrap around his neck. Inviting her eagerness to his affection, Beetlejuice leaned her back onto the bed, his body moving on top of hers in a sexual manner.
Bodies pressing close together, limbs clutching each other, Beetlejuice kissed along Lydia's neck. He wanted to erase Vince's past presents from this room and his finger prints from her body. A dull anger washed over him, unconsciously his hands tightened on Lydia's back, nails biting into her skin. Lydia did not find pain or fear from this; instead she leaned up closer into his body and moaned softly. Her own hands smoothing back over his shoulders to grab impatiently at the collar of his shirt.
Beetlejuice growled into the flesh of her neck, more than a little aroused by her actions. Slowly they started to push away each article of clothing which were keeping them from completely touching. Despite their location and the consequences that awaits them if caught, their heated passion made them forget all of that.
Beetlejuice dropped kiss after kiss over Lydia's body. Slow, long kisses which caused Lydia to shiver and jerk underneath him. Each article of clothing fell to the floor gradually until they lay, clinging together other.
"I've missed you Lyds." He whispered before going to kiss her lips. She returned his kiss.
"I missed you too." Lydia replied. Beetlejuice wrapped her legs around her waist, his fingertips crawling over her thigh to come and rest on her hip and lower back.
"Be mine." It wasn't a beg or a command. Beetlejuice's voice was masked in an emotion completely new to Lydia's ears. Still, she gave him her reply by softly planting a small kiss on the underside of his chin. Excepting her answer he kissed her once more before slowly pushing into her.
Their hips ground together. Muffled moans escaped the claim their mouth's had on skin and lips. The two started to pant almost in unison. Lydia's whimpers grew gradually louder as the tight pressure in her lower abdomen increased. Her hands fell from Beetlejuice. She arched against him and wanted to scream but his lips once again crashed down upon hers and stifled her scream into a groan. Beetlejuice grunted, pushing into her once more before becoming ridged and slack.
Lowering himself next to her he pulled her to his chest tightly.
"I'm not leaving again." He whispered into her hair after a long moment of nothing. Lydia clung to his body and signed.
"I love you Beetlejuice." Her voice was too small for even her to hear.
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A/N: o_O …yeah… I know. Lolz
To Becky: you can't be sad now because I left the ending alone and didn't change it like I wanted. Now be happy!
Anywho, stay tuned for the later chapter, coming… I don't know yet, but soon!
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