She sits in class at the far left of the room, closest to the windows. she leans on one hand, looking tired and bored as the English teacher continues her a last ditch attempt to ensure that they remember everything they learned that year by essentially starting over from the very beginning and reviewing everything in a condensed form that somehow seemed to be even longer even more boring than when she first taught them.
Brianna looks out the window at the sunny day outside, wishing the day would just be over already so she could change out of this stupid uniform and enjoy the sunshine. Honestly why do they make us wear this? She thinks to herself. Its uncomfortable, not to mention that it doesn't work well in any weather. It's too cold in the winter, especially since you can't wear pants, and it's too hot in the summer. Her train of thought go's on like this until she sees a groundskeeper who looks like he's in the middle of trimming the bushes by the sidewalk a few yards from her window, or at least he was, because right now he was looking right at her with an intense stare.
She sits up straighter and stares back at him. Normally she would have smiled, because she actually got along pretty well with the various maintenance people who worked at the school, but she didn't like the way he stared and so instead returned his look with of hint of a scowl that clearly meant 'stop it or else.' He smiles a broad mischievous smile, and looks back down at the hedges, continuing his work.
Her heart almost seems to stop, because that smile seemed way too familiar. She turns back to her textbook, suddenly very glad to be stuck in a boring classroom wearing a stupid uniform and not outside enjoying the sunshine.
She passes by the groundskeeper again as she leaves the school. He didn't seem at all like he was a few hours ago, now avoiding eye contact with she students and scowling. She sincerely hopes that she was just being paranoid as she gets in her car to drive home.
Her parents weren't home as her dad was currently driving to the airport to pick up her mom and it would be hours before they return, this made her really uneasy as she walked through the front door to her house, setting her car keys on a small table by the door and heading to her room to get changed out of her school cloths.
Dumping her bag by the door she goes to her drawers and pulls out a pair of loose fitting pants. Putting them on beneath her skirt before removing it, tossing her skirt in a hamper, unbuttoning her blouse, and sliding it off her shoulders, revealing a simple black bra, when a pair of arms wrap around her bare midsection and a gravelly voice says in her ear. "Hey babes, didja miss me?" She freezes like a deer caught in headlights and starts trembling with fear. "You didn't think I'd leave my little love bunny forever", he says as one hand travels up her midsection to her breasts. "What do you want Beetlejuice?" she says in a small, terrified voice. He swings her around, tossing her on the bed behind him and crouching low over her, a wicked smile on his face. "Do you even need to ask?" She head-butts him and slide's out from beneath his arm, running for the door, but it shuts before she can reach it. She grabs the handle and tugs but the door won't open. she takes a half step back and kicks the door as hard as she can, but while she's on one foot, Beetlejuice trips her and she falls right in his arms. "Hey babes, don't leave yet, the party's just getting started!" he laughs and locks lips with her, tongue forcing its way into her mouth, but it doesn't stop there, growing longer and longer it reaches down her throat sickeningly, choking her.
Eyes wide and terrified she clenches the fabric of Beetlejuice shirt and jacket sleeve and try's to scream, but can only choke on the striped tongue that's obstructing her windpipe. she try's to bite down on it, but when she does, the tongue makes a weird squirming motion in the center of her mouth to force it back open and continue reaching down her throat. Finally his tongue retracts back into his mouth and she's left coughing while Beetlejuice slings her over one shoulder like a man carrying a sack of rice and tosses her on her bed.
Her sheets coming alive and wrapping themselves around her hands and forearms before latching onto the bed like a vice. She strains against them, but it seems the most she can do in this position is dislocate her shoulders. "Leave me alone! I don't care if you go do it with other women, just leave me alone!" "You know it's funny you should mention that." He says as he climbs onto her. "Wait, what? You've been cheating on me!" "Well yeah, but it's nice to know that you're ok with it honeybunch." His hands slide down her waist to her pants which he slides off along with her underwear. He then sticks two fingers into her vag and rubs gently until she starts to become wet.
Then he leans over her and starts exploring her body with his other hand, taking note of her every reaction to his touch, until he had a pretty clear mental map of her, and her preferences. Then, he just disappears. Just poof, gone. The blanket slackens around her arms and she sits up, confused, but not wanting to miss an opportunity she quickly gets dressed and leaves the house, invisible Beetlejuice watching her go. (Sure she might be able to see him most of the time, but she's not like that Lydia girl he had once tried to marry, who could see ghosts whether they wanted to be seen or not. He could still make himself invisible to Brianna. Although he doubts that he would be able to do so for much longer, because the more time a human spends with a ghost, the better they get at being able to recognize the ghost's presence.)
Man he hated taking things so slow like this. But soon the fun was really gonna start.
She should be in high spirits, after all she's only a few weeks from graduation, something she'd been waiting 5 years for, but when you're being stalked by a horny poltergeist it's hard to feel anything but terror. If he could just show up at her house like that, then there was no telling where or when he would strike next. Still she tried to tell herself that she would be safe at school, desperately trying to convince herself that he wouldn't attack her when there were other people around. After all everyone thinks ghosts are a myth, and that lie would be pretty hard to keep if he were to just wisk her away in front of a bunch of teachers and students. It would be stupid to try and attempt anything now, she just hoped that Beetlejuice thought the same way.
She walked into one of the schools bathrooms and inspected her reflection. Her eyes were glazed and bloodshot, her skin was pale, and there were bags under her eyes. She splashes some water on her face and rubs her eyes before looking at her reflection again, only now there's the reflection of Beetlejuice grinning from over her left shoulder. She spins around looking for him, but see's nothing, then she feels clammy hands wrap around her from behind. That wasn't his reflection, he was in the mirror! She realizes as she turns around to see his ghostly form stretching out of the mirror. He takes this opportunity to grab her by the blue blazer she's wearing and yank her over the sink for an icy cold kiss. He still feels like the mirror! She reaches around to his shoulders and slams him into the metal faucet and ceramic sink. Deep cracks snake along his body and into the mirror, which shatters and he falls in a heap on the floor along with shards of broken glass while Brianna sprints out the door into the crowded classroom.
He gets to his feet, shaking shards of glass out of his wild hair. "That little bitch! All I wanted was a little smooching before I ship off to go terrorize Amsterdam. I could have tried to take a lot more, but nooooooo. Instead I'm stuck taking little baby steps and dodging relatives and schoolgirls left and right!" Still, he thinks to himself, it's not like the other living girls he screws really fight back. They always have to be willing, and the fact that she actually was able to get away from him does make things more interesting between them. Still, his pride is hurt and he's not gonna let her get away with it so easy. Amsterdam will have to wait, because he's got something better in mind.
She sits at the back corner of the classroom, trying to hide how completely terrified she is, when the grainy voice of the intercom system fills the room. "Brianna Harker please report to the principal's office immediately." The other students look at her curiously, and she tries to look stone faced, but she's too terrified to get out of her seat. "Brianna" her teacher says "didn't you hear? You've been called to the principal's office. Get going." She pry's herself from her seat and leaves the room.
She makes her way through the empty hallway at a brisk pace, thoughts racing about why she might have been called to the principal's office. Did they know she broke the mirror? Are they going to try and get her to explain why she's been acting so strangely the past few days? But down below her in the dimly lit boiler room, Beetlejuice stands beside a fuse box, a mischievous smirk on his face. "It's Showtime." And the fuse box behind him sparks and fizzles, the lights going out, leaving his dimly glowing green eyes shining in the darkness. Above him the lights go out throughout the entire school and the screams of terrified schoolgirls echo through the halls.
Brianna's startled as she's is doused in total darkness, but she's not among the screaming girls. In fact until Beetlejuice showed up she hadn't screamed in years. It just wasn't something she did. Regardless she's relieved when the dim emergency lights go on and she can see again, only she doesn't remember the emergency lights being purple. She looks down the hall to see the light without a source forming broad black stripes of shadow, almost like oversized prison bars across the walls.
Terrified, she tries to sprint away, but the arms of Beetlejuice reach out of the floor in front of her. She screams and sprints the other way but the arms lengthen out of the ground like a pair of black and white striped snakes and reach after her. Just before one reaches her she leaps and grabs onto the exposed pipes of a water fountain and holds on for dear life while one of the hands grabs her ankle and tugs. The other hand snakes up and starts prying loose her fingers, until her grip breaks completely and she dragged screaming across the floor to where the arms began and then down into the floor.
Like a ghost she is dragged directly through the floors, pipes, and crawlspaces on the way down, until coming to a stop in the boiler room, Beetlejuice grinning broadly as he retracts his overly long arms back into his body to lower her down gently, and then with a swift movement pins her against the wall while his arms click into place. "Didn't think you could get away from me that easy did you?" he growls at her through an oddly playful smirk, while his faintly glowing green eyes stare at her intensely, somehow making him seem simultaneously angry, and pleased. Although she's too terrified to read his mixed signals.
"Why can't you just leave me alone?" she begs as tears start to form in her eyes. "Sexy young thing like you? Babes I couldn't stay away if I tried." Probably the truest words he had ever spoken to her, regardless, she responds with a "Well something tells me you haven't tried, and how can you ever know for sure if you never even attempt to leave me alone?" that sounded like a challenge, Beetlejuice thought to himself with a smirk, now she's actually daring me to leave her alone, ha, like id fall for that. "I'd rather let that little fact remain a mystery, side's why bother?" he leans in to whisper in her ear "I know how to get you singing a different tune." His face cracks into a broad, evil smile as he takes his arms away to start unbuttoning her blouse.
She tries to move; to run away, to attack, hell even she didn't know what she was gonna do, but as her muscles strained she found that she was in fact still pinned to the wall across her entire body, unable to so much as raise her arms, so she was forced to just stand there dumbly while Beetlejuice undressed her, taking pleasure in the activity, but wasting no time nonetheless, soon she was almost completely naked, except for that blue blazer of hers, which she assumed that he couldn't take off without unpinning her arms from the wall, and the first thing her arms would do if they weren't glued to the wall would be try and claw out those glowing green eyes of his. In the dim light, she could see exactly where he was looking, and she didn't like it. He gives off a wolf whistle, and she quickly decides she doesn't like that either.
"I should've gotten a fucking medal for having waited this long to see that hot rack." He says as he slips an arm around her back, her body coming away from the wall just enough to let his arm through, his eyes seem to soften, almost like a lazy cat as his head pulls in closer, his other hand sliding into her dark hair and cradling the back of her head as its gently pulled away from the wall until his face rests in the crook of her shoulder, turned slightly inwards to face her neck, and he gives off a deep rumbling growl, almost like a purr as he gently nibbles at her neck.
His body starts to grind against hers as his head moves farther upwards to about her ear and he burry's his face in her hair, smelling it, and lets off another growl, this time more sexy sounding, with more rolling of the lounge and less of the deep hum from before, like he's pleased with her smell and taste. But with his chest pressed against hers, she can feel the sound slightly vibrate him, like when you stand next to really loud speakers and you can actually feel the sound. She finds herself wishing he would growl again, and he obliges with another low purr while grinding against her thin frame at a slow pace as he, was he biting her hair? Alright that didn't seem normal, but she found it hard to care. She was starting to breathe in time with his grinds, each time his belly and hips pressed against her causing her to exhale, when suddenly his erection slipped into her. Beetlejuice smiles mischievously as she squirms beneath him, he was really starting to love spooking her like this, but he didn't want her to start screaming yet, so he draws his head back and looks her strait in the eye, until she stops squirming, mesmerized by his glowing green eyes, while below he continues thrusting at a slow pace. He leans his head back in, making sure not to break her gaze and starts to kiss her. But this time instead of the rough French kissing he had done before; these are gentle, without any tongue. Against ever sane fiber of her being she actually starts enjoying herself, kissing him back without any thought on the subject. He release's her arms from the wall, but instead of trying to claw and punch every inch of Beetlejuice, they wrap around his neck, tenderly resting on his shoulders. She's not even sure how they got there, but accepts it and continues kissing Beetlejuice.
Although in reality Beetlejuice had in fact juiced her arms to wrap around him just so. Nothing like a little bit of possession to make a gal question her feelings for him. Speaking of which, he figured that this was enough of the romantic stuff, back to having her scared shitless.
He quickens his thrusts and spiders start leaking from his sleeves, his face breaking into a broad smile. She wonders for a second why he stopped kissing her when she feels the scurrying of way too many tiny feet across her bare body. She screams an earsplitting scream as Beetlejuice starts laughing, grabbing her arms and slamming them back against the wall where they stick like glue, but he holds them there anyway, laughing and thrusting even harder than before, until she finds that she's actually getting pushed farther up the wall by his thrusts, eventually getting high enough that Beetlejuice actually steps off the ground and onto the wall, but still they travel upwards until she's squashed against the celling.
Beetlejuice grabs her roughly and tosses her onto the celling, and in midair it seems like gravity has suddenly reversed itself, and she lands with a thump on the celling, but unlike the wall she can now move freely and try's to back away from Beetlejuice as he moves from the wall to the celling after her. But despite this, even as he approaches her she can't get over the feeling of vertigo. She still feels like there's nothing stopping her from plummeting to the ground and her body seems to be in a great conflict between the fear of heights making her want to stay still and hold on for dear life, and the fear of Beetlejuice, which makes her want to run like hell, so at best she manages to slowly shuffle back from him in a terrified sort of crab walk.
He just calmly strolls over to her and kneels, pushing her back down and straddling her before pinning down both her arms and continuing his frenzied thrusting.
Below them pipes start to burst, slowly filling the room with warm, obscuring steam, making it even harder to see in the dark room, which is just as well, because the door to the boiler room just opened. Light spills from the open doorway leading up the stairs, accompanied by the voice of a man saying, what the hell is with all this steam?
Quick as a flash Beetlejuice puts a hand over Brianna's mouth to silence her and juices her clothes so they come zooming up through the air into his outstretched hand.
Then they both quickly sink into the celling, and once again Brianna feels the weird sensation of traveling through solid objects, before coming to a stop, and feeling the cold lips of Beetlejuice press against hers one last time. She's forcibly pushed in the chest and comes tumbling out of an empty locker, fully clothed and with no traces of the dew which had formed across her skin in the boiler room, but as she looks at her blazer she sees dusty smudge marks and cobwebs all over it and works to beat it out of the jacket, quietly sobbing while her aching body throbs with pain.
She just wants to sit there on the floor forever, oblivious to whatever stupid class she has next, and she does sit there for a considerable time, with Beetlejuice watching unseen from the wall beside her. Awww crap, he thinks to himself, I went too far. Dam virgins, I can't have her get a complete breakdown yet, things were just getting good.
Although on the other hand Beetlejuice really doesn't know what to do in order to stop someone from going crazy, so he eventually settles on getting her to move instead of just sitting there.
The fire alarm goes off, jarring Brianna out of her funk as girls start leaking out of the classrooms and walking towards the exits. She stands up and follows them outside for the usual routine of making sure everyone's accounted for. She does her best to look stone faced and avoid drawing attention to herself until eventually the obligatory fire truck pulls up to inspect for a fire, and in finding no fire, but instead a pulled fire alarm, the student body is given a stern lecture about only pulling the alarm in an actual emergency and whatnot, but thankfully, this takes so long that by the time their finished its time to go home. She leaves, seemingly making it home on autopilot, before staggering into her house and slumping into one of the chairs in front of the TV, too tired to get changed out of her school clothes, and falls asleep.
