I suggest for this chapter to read at least the first two parts of my story "The Origin of Betelgeuse" to clear up any confusion of Betelgeuse's dream.

Betelgeuse bolted up from his coffin with alarm. His dream was filled with tormented screams that all cried one thing…

("Beeeeeeeettttttttlllleeeeeejjjjjjuuuuiiiiccccceeee!")

He rubbed his aching head and got up sluggishly. He had a hangover, which in his opinion was no surprise.

(All that fucking gin at the bar)

And to make matters worse, there was a pounding rhythm in his head. 'Wait…its someone knocking on my grave!' his eyes narrowed and he clutched his searing temples. "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, HOLD ON A FUCKING SECOND!" he hollered immediately regretting he had shouted. Who ever it was, they were going to get it…Big time.

Betelgeuse snapped his fingers and a set of stairs materialized into his grave, Harry following them down. "Sorry, I forgot you had a hangover." he apologized quietly which Betelgeuse fully appreciated.

"You are fucking lucky I'm used to hangovers or you would have gotten Juiced!" he growled popping up a chair for Harry.

Harry smiled wily and offered Betelgeuse a Reaper. Naturally, Betelgeuse accepted the offer and popped off the bottle cap with his teeth. "Well?" he began lifting an eye brow at Harry, "She a blubbering mass of flesh or what?"

"You can say that again." Harry assured, "Do the words: emotional and out of her mind, satisfy?"

Betelgeuse forgot about his hangover and let out a deep cackle, "Harry did I ever thank you for your services? If so, I am about to once more: if there is anything I can possibly do for you! ANYTHING! You name it and I'm, more or less, there!" Betelgeuse laughed with ecstasy.

Harry kept his laughter imprisoned in his lips. He wasn't lying about Lydia being emotional and out of her mind. But if he had lied, Betelgeuse would have bought it. 'I have him eating out of my palm.'

"Well…I do need to know something…" Harry started carefully.

"Shoot."

"For future references…can the Dead bring the Living to the Afterlife?"

Betelgeuse looked at Harry with sudden surprise, "You mean like in a kidnapping sense? Or a matrimonial, cuz in that case I've tried and trust me! It ain't a piece of cake!"

"Kidnapping." Harry clarified.

"Well, depends on your powers…Hey! What are you planning?" Betelgeuse smirked punching Harry in the shoulder, "Is there someone Mortal bothering you?"

"It's just something I'm looking into. Listen, I have to jet. Personal business is at hand." Harry grinned and walked out of the grave, "Talk to you soon, Betel."

Betelgeuse let a relaxed sigh escape him as he lied back down in his coffin. 'Lydia needs a straightjacket and my hangover is gone…how can this day get any better?' he closed his eyes and dissolved into a dream….

(He stood on a cliff and looked down to see a child sprawled on the rocks below.
"Daddy…" she moaned, "Daddy…"

"No! No! Mira!" he screamed and ran down toward her but a woman blocked the way.

Her hair was wet along with her torn clothes. Veins bulged out of her skin in a harmonic rhythm. Burns wound around her limbs and mouth.

"Fix your mistake, Brian." she whispered giving Betelgeuse goose bumps. He knew that voice, it was a warped version of his wife's, of Liz's…

"Liz?" he choked with an emotion he hadn't experienced in centuries: fear.

"Brian…fix your mistake…" she beckoned winding her hands around his wrists. "Fix it!")

Betelgeuse bolted up once more as a scream echoed in his mind. It was Liz's and someone else's. "BEEEEEEEEEETTTTLLLLEEEEEJJJJUUUUUUIIIICCCEEEEEEE!"

Giving in to the scream, Betelgeuse crumpled to the floor with agony. When he turned his head, his daughter was lying beside him.

"Save her, Daddy." she spoke monotonously as blood trickled drown her cheek, "Or they will come for you."