Short, but welcome to the aftermath. I decided to leave the second half of this roller coaster for another day.

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Shadowmoon2430

As the light shined through the window onto Larissa's face, she groaned and squeezed her eyes shut tighter. She felt dead tired with the beginning of a headache due to lack of sleep. In an attempt to hide and sleep longer, she turned over only to lose her delicately held position on the couch, falling smack into something beside her. "What the hell?" she mumbled as she scrunched up her nose, confused by the musky outdoor scent that was suddenly very overwhelming.

"Morning, babes," Beetlejuice laughed quietly. "I was starting to think you were gonna sleep through the good stuff."

Groggy and tired, Larissa stared at him in confusion. Nothing was making sense. For starters, why was Beetlejuice an inch from her face? What was going on? Pushing away from him, she shivered slightly as her warm body adjusted to the lingering cold feeling on her skin. Summer or not, shorts and a tank top weren't warm enough if he was going to steal her body heat.

Finally, with enough presence of mind, she looked around the room. "Shit," she muttered, remembering what had happened only a few hours ago. "That wasn't a dream, was it?"

The snort she received in reply told her as much. "Changing your mind already? I'm hurt, I thought we had something special after that night of pleasure."

"Don't go saying stuff like that," she hissed with a blush. "No such thing will be happening. Ever."

"It could. Invitation's always there," he winked before laughing at her flustered movement as she practically jumped off the couch. "No need to deny your feelings."

Shaking her head and ignoring his words, she scanned the room as she placed her hand on her head and groaned. "What did I do?" Her face paled as she suddenly heard movement and the floorboards creaking. "Oh, geez."

"Don't be shy! Be proud and own it. We made something great here and it's all about to pay off," he cackled excitedly, eager to see the reactions. "This is going to be good."

"No. It's really not… Yeah, I changed my mind. Change it back," she half-heartedly whined, knowing it wouldn't help. This is what she got for making decisions with no sleep. She was never one to put too much thought into her choices but whatever rationale she used, it had clearly been illogical.

Beetlejuice ignored her words as he stood up and pulled her along off to the side of the room. From there, they would have a perfect view of anyone that came in.

As Larissa picked up the voices of her dad and Delia, she truly wished she could disappear as she shrank back as much as possible, caring very little that she had a demon behind her back. She could even feel the rumble of his silent laughter in his chest from being so close.

And that was when Delia walked in, the first victim. She froze in confusion before it shifted to terror, remembering exactly what the room reminded her of. With a jump, Delia spun around quickly and collided with Charles, shrieking. "No! No, no, no! What is going on?"

In comparison to her hysterics, Charles moved her out of the way and took tentative yet determined steps into the room. With narrowed eyes, he was already trying to prepare for anything that might jump out. "This is not happening again," he growled as he stomped into the room, eyes searching.

"Oh, it's definitely happening again," he whispered before he seemed to cause one of the pictures to come to life, shaking growling and hissing at the man. While Charles merely jumped, Delia let out a scream and backed up against the wall, only to have arms suddenly sprout out from around her, grasping her.

"Beetlejuice!" Charles hollered, loud enough to carry across the house.

Before she knew what was happening, Larissa found herself being teleported across the room. Heart racing from the unexpected change and the suddenly growing headache, she felt severely off-balance and gripped Beetlejuice's arm in panic, she stared at her father's stormy eyes. The confusion was clear when he saw his eldest in front of him.

"Hi, Dad," she said meekly. Before anyone had a chance to figure out the words to say, all eyes turned towards the sound of running footsteps as Lydia raced into the room. And before she knew it, Adam and Barbara appeared as well.

Larissa's anxiety grew with each face she looked at, matched by the sounds of shock or fright that filled the room simply from the appearance of it. And she knew what was still lurking, waiting to jump out. No one seemed to know who to look at as each pair of eyes flickered between the duo standing in the middle of their masterpiece, shoulder to shoulder.

"We did some remodeling! Don't you love it?" Beetlejuice shouted through the tension as he spun the pair around, flicking his free hand towards a nearby cabinet, causing it to fly open with a collection of insects large enough to make anyone's skin crawl.

All at once, everyone turned on him, exclamations filled with shock, surprise and anger clear in their voices.

"No!"

"How did this happen?"

"Absolutely not!"

Unperturbed by them, he waved them off. "Relax, no one died in the making of this house, aside from those two. And it's got a homey vibe now, don't ya think?" he joked.

"What did you do?" Lydia snapped, focused solely on her older sister. After everything that she had told her, yet here they were. Past the wonder and awe at seeing everything transformed again, there was a look of disappointment and Larissa was sure it was directed at her.

That look was all it took for Larissa to snap, built up from all her fluctuating emotions. They were the ones driving her crazy yet she was the bad guy? She and Beetlejuice hadn't even done anything! Harmless pranks and they acted like she committed murder. God forbid she have her own life and act on her own thoughts.

"You know exactly what I did," she snapped back, stepping forward. "And I don't care. You're the only child in this house, yet you try to act like you know better. I don't know when that happened in the past two years since I started college, but it's annoying. And the rest of you," she turned with a glare, oblivious to the triumphant grin on Beetlejuice's face as he watched her tear into her family. "Don't think I didn't notice being constantly monitored. I'm not an idiot. Were you so afraid that I would bring him back? Do you have that little trust in me?"

So mad suddenly, she gripped her hands tightly, almost drawing blood. "Well guess what? I'm going to do whatever the hell I please. He gave me no reason not to. Obnoxious as he may be, he's at least been up front about who he is. And in case you didn't notice, no one's dead. No one's bleeding. No one is hurt," she emphasized. One last time, she went to say more before snapping her mouth shut, seething. "Forget this." She needed out. The world was muffled by her blood boiling as she pushed passed her family and stumbled into her room with a slam of the door.

Finally in the silence of her room, she allowed her emotions to catch up to her. Every breath she took felt more difficult as her frustration grew. Trying to calm down, she slid to the floor, propped up against the bed. Knowing what was to come, she stayed there a moment, fighting off her emotions as she pressed her palms to her eyes.

As she heard someone attempt to open her locked door, she snapped her head up and glared. "Go away," she snarled, hoping everyone would take the hint. She was not in the mood to smooth anything out or handle any aftermath. She just didn't care.

It seemed that one person in particular didn't believe that applied to everyone as Beetlejuice let himself into her room and dropped down to sit in front of her. The grin on his face seemed to fuel her fire as she turned her anger on him. "That 'go away' applies to you to! This is all your damn fault too! You have no idea what you've done! You got your freedom. Couldn't you have just gone and bothered some other family? Mine is screwed up enough as it is. That's why I'm here!"

Larissa took a breath as she felt the tell-tale signs as her eyes began to sting. "Get out!" she yelled as she lunged at him, trying to push him back though it did very little. "Go bother someone else!" she cried, ignoring the red starting to appear in his hair as she refused to look up at him.

"I don't think so," he snapped as he pushed her back into base of the bed. "Like it or not, your little screwed up family is the most entertainment I've had in centuries and I'm not giving that up. That's why I came back here in the first place, so deal with it, doll."

"But I can't fix this! It was already cracked and you just shattered the whole damn thing! This is my life and-" she cut herself suddenly as her voice cracked and she pressed her eyes shut against the stupid tears showing up.

"Sorry but you're stuck with me cause I'm now a part of your life." Beetlejuice said sharply as he gave her a hard look, annoyed that she refused to look at him.

Larissa huffed in frustration. "I don't care about that. You're, you're not the actual problem. You're just adding to the problems!" she pushed herself up then to give herself space, feeling herself shaking.

Beetlejuice wasn't anywhere close to done with the conversation and grabbed her arm, dragging her down as she toppled over, into him. "What?" she snapped overwhelmed, finally looking at him through her blurred vision as she tore her arm from his grip. "What do you want from me?"

"The same thing as before," he yelled. "I'm not going back to being invisible! Between you and Lydia, and now the rest of the world, I'm not letting you guys fuck this up this time. I'm staying here and you can figure your own shit out cause all your issues are on you, doll."

Larissa stared at him quietly, failing to calm herself down. "Fine," she muttered as she deflated and her tears fell more, trying to scoot back with her eyes pressed shut. "I wasn't planning on sending you away for good, by the way. I just meant from my room…" She tried to reassure him, thinking slightly over his words. There was more to his words than she was catching, but she couldn't deal with that right now.

With eyes still closed, she didn't see any of his reactions, instead speaking from her own thoughts. She could only hope he didn't decide to just kill her or something. "You know, Beetlejuice, I wouldn't have said your name if I wasn't truly okay with you being here last night."

Silence followed for a minute as the only sound was Larissa's quiet crying. "Stop it," Beetlejuice said muffled by his hand suddenly, startling her as she peered at him, confused though he was looked at her bed with a glare. "Stop with the tears. Those aren't any fun if they're not from someone screaming in terror." He jumped up then as they finally looked at each other. "I'm out of here. I expect you to be ready for more fun next time. Maybe we can even get Lydia in on it."

As he ran a hand through his hair, Larissa finally noticed the muddled color of it, barely discernible between red and green due to the dark hue. She nodded her head slowly as she noted the tension in his whole body. "Okay… Guess I need to work on getting us both off her hit list," she said with a small laugh, imagining that she might actually hit them. "We'll see…" she finished as she rubbed her eyes, finally calming down. Though it seemed that was the extent that Beetlejuice was willing to deal with.

In an instant, she was once again alone in her room, confused but strangely calm. She knew what she would need to do next. That didn't mean she was looking forward to it though. If it didn't go well, she might be the next ghost in the house.