It's a sunny Saturday, and she's quick to leave the house to go for a stroll, not wanting her parents to catch on how messed up she felt right now. She was sure nothing good could come of telling them about Beetlejuice, and that doing so would only put them in even more danger. She felt the same about the other teenagers who had been with her at the graveyard that night. Yesterday Steve had come to her house around sunset to see how she was doing, and if there was anything he could do to help, but Beetlejuice must have had a great sense of timing, because he decided to show up then as they were talking in the doorway.

He appears out of thin air, wrapping his arms around Brianna from behind in the playful teasing fashion that happily married young couples are want to do, while Brianna freezes in fear and Steve's face turns to one of shock "Well isn't that sweet of you to come see how my little love bunny's doin" he says in a lighthearted tone that at seems laced with more sinister intentions "You know, any friend of Brianna is a friend of mine." He lets go of Brianna, "Hey, maybe we can go on a double date sometime, get to know each other a little better."

Suddenly he's standing right next to Steve and slings an arm over his shoulder like they were best buds. "Speaking of which, how Rebecca doin these days." The color drains from Steve's face as Beetlejuice continues "yeah, she was a real looker too, I wouldn't have minded getting a bit of that action," Steve's face seems to get even paler and Beetlejuice quickly continues with "But hey, I'm a happily married man" and he grabs onto Brianna again "and of all the dames out there only my babes had the guts to say yes." His voice breaking slightly as if he were fighting back tears of pride, then immediately turns to a more forceful tone as he says "although if some little twerp was planning on ruining this for us," his gaze hardening as he stares Steve strait in the eye "well, let's just say I can be a pretty jealous husband, and I don't like people messing with my girls." Steve starts backing away, "yea that's right kid, just keep on walkin. And don't worry I'll take real good care of her."

She had had tears in her eyes as she watched him leave. The way Beetlejuice had talked yesterday, she didn't doubt for a second that he would go against his promise to leave them alone in a heartbeat, and she didn't want to put them in harm's way any more than they were now, and more importantly she didn't want her marriage to Beetlejuice to have been all for nothing. It seemed like this was something she would have to face herself, and the thought made her want to burst out crying. She was just an average suburban girl, and though she had always tried to be tough, she wasn't cut out for this, this was too much.

As she looks at her feet morosely she realizes something odd about the ground she was on. The ground was covered with fallen leaves, sticks, and short weeds. She hadn't been paying attention to where she was going in the first place, but this wasn't like she had wandered off the sidewalk onto somebody's lawn. She looks up, and finds that she's in the middle of a forest, surrounded by tall trees as far as she can see in every direction. Terrified, she looks around, trying to find her bearings, and as she spins around looking, she sees Beetlejuice a few feet away.

She felt especially uneasy. Sure he had always terrified her with his presence, but before he had always seemed mischievous, even comical. But now, he looked sadistic, murderous even, as he saunters on over to where she's standing. "Babes, today were gonna do something different." She wished she could respond with a defiant 'What?' but her mouth didn't seem to work. He continues

"Im gonna chase ya, and im gonna catch ya, and then im going to have my way with you." "And what if I don't run?" she answers timidly "Because then I'll chase your parents, and when I catch them, it won't be nearly as pleasant." There it was, she thinks to herself. Confirmation of her belief that if she were to try anything, her parents would suffer for it. Beetlejuice continues with "And not only that." He pushes her to the ground and pounces on top of her. "But I'll take you right here and now. So," he plants a kiss on her neck and starts giving her a kiss between each word "what…will…it…..be?" she scrambles out from under him and takes off at a terrified sprint while he shouts after her "Run like the wind my little love bunny! Or the big bad wolf'll get ya!" she glances over her shoulder to see that he's disappeared.

She has no idea where she is, only that she was nowhere near her neighborhood, so when she comes to a small dirt road she takes it. If she were to find even a crazy old hobo living in the woods, it should be enough to keep Beetlejuice at bay longer.

She jumps at the sound of a twig snap and her head spins around to try and find its source. She knows that he's just trying to mess with her; rile her up, and she had to admit it was working. Her heart was beating so hard in her chest that she could hardly hear anything else, which added to her fear as she strained to keep her senses sharp. Going from a careful walk to a jog, she listens intently, when her footfalls suddenly seem louder.

She stops, and hears the sound of heavy footfalls stop as well about a half second after her own. She spins around to see a huge wolf, bearing a huge grin filled with pointed greenish teeth, scruffy white fur that was patterned with thick black stripes, and vibrant green eyes "Booga booga." He says mischievously, sharp teeth clicking together with each word. She screams and starts running off at a sprint. He laughs, almost like a hyena, then takes off after her once she gets a bit of a head start.

She runs as fast as she can, her terror increasing as she hears the sound of Beetlejuice-wolf galloping after her. He leaps, tackling her from behind, his front paws that are oddly like hands grab her around the waist and hold her kicking and screaming form, forcing her onto the ground as he leans against her back. She catches herself with her hands to stop from face planting on the ground. One of his hands moves to cup her breast, claws tearing her shirt slightly while his other hand hooks a claw around her pants and underwear sliding them down her legs. "heh heh heh" he chuckles, stinking breath blowing across her shoulder as his long snout moves up next to her ear "who's up for a little doggy style?" he shifts slightly into position "woof woof." She grimaces as he pushes into her, tears starting to run down her face as he slowly pulses, panting like a dog while one of his hands kneads her breast, sharp claws occasionally catching on her shirt but never breaking the skin. He leans over her more, his eyes closing as he groans and quickens his pace.

She looks at the ground through a stream of tears, and notices a sharp stick. Her face turning into a furious scowl, she grabs the stick and rams it into Beetlejuice-wolfs arm without hesitation. He lets out a loud "YIPE!" pulling back in pain as she scrambles out from under him, pulling up her pants as she does so, and then breaks out in a sprint.

Beetlejuice's face pulls into a feral snarl and he makes like he's about to chase after her, but he flinches as swears loudly as he tries to put weight on his arm. He quickly pulls out the stick and takes a few tentative steps forward, before sprinting after her at top speed. Hearing him gaining on her, she picks up a much larger stick, almost like a club, and spins around to hit him with it, but he just catches it in his jaws. He try's to yank it out of her hands but she won't let go, and instead try's to pull the stick out of his jaws. His tail starts to wag as he growls, not like a dog would growl, but like Beetlejuice imitating a dog growl and he says a stifled "gimme that stick." With a mighty yank she pulls the stick out of his jaws leaving large gashes in the wood from his teeth "oh, you want this stick? Well go get it!"

she hurls the stick over Beetlejuice's head and without thinking he chases after it, tail wagging happily, but just as he's about to pick it up he does a double take, looking down at the stick then over his shoulder to see that Brianna has taken off, and is nowhere to be seen. He looks like he's about to snarl in fury, but then seems to think better of it and gives off a snort of laughter instead, before turning around and bounding off after her happily.

She makes it to the end of the path where she see's a large, modern summer home. There's no signs of life from the house, and no car in the driveway, so she assumes it to be deserted. She try's to open the front door, which of course is locked, so she runs around to the side of the house, catching a glimpse of Beetlejuice as he bounds out of the forest and quickly hiding around the corner next to some sliding glass doors, hand clamped over her mouth to stifle her heavy breathing and hoping that he didn't see her.

Beetlejuices ears prick up and he looks directly at where she's hiding, having caught a glimpse of movement. A broad toothy grin forms across his face as he silently creeps over. She try's opening the sliding glass door and finds that it is in fact unlocked, so she opens the door a crack, slips in, and runs through the living room as silently as she can and into the kitchen. Remembering the sharp stick she grabs a knife on her way through.

Outside Beetlejuice pounces as he rounds the corner, expecting to see Brianna hiding there. Looking slightly confused and disappointed for a moment when he see that she isn't, he looks around outside and then through the glass. His broad grin returns when he sees the reflection of Brianna off one of the modern, metallic kitchen appliances.

He leaps into the glass shattering it and sprints towards Brianna, scrambling over furniture and leaping over the kitchen counter. She screams and runs deeper into the house as Beetlejuice loses his footing on the slick tiled floor and slams into the opposite wall, skidding slightly and nails clicking on the floor as he dashes off after her and she runs up the stairs. He reaches the top of the stairs to see a long hallway with 4 rooms. He casually strolls down the hallway while saying "come out come out wherever you are!" In a sing-song voice.

He walks past the first two rooms with hardly a glance inside, the first room being a bathroom and the second being a master bedroom complete with king sized bed, and the third being a guest bedroom. He enters this one, glancing around the room for a moment. He walks deeper into it, looking under the bed, and opening the closet to stick his head inside, when a knife sinks into his shoulder. He roars in pain and spins around, catching a glimpse of the fleeing Brianna as she runs out the door, but he's on her in a flash, knocking her to the ground and grabbing her by one of her ankles. Standing on his back legs he drags the screaming Brianna back to the master bedroom and tosses her roughly on the large bed, immediately pouncing on her with a furious look on his face. Not even needing to pin her to the bed she's so frozen with fear.

With a snarling growl he makes like he's about to bite her, but instead his teeth sink into her bra and shirt and he rip's them off violently. He locks eyes with her as he rip's off her pants as well, also removing her shoes and socks. The first time she's ever been completely naked with Beetlejuice. She try's to inch away, but with a snarl from Beetlejuice she freezes again.

He pins her arms and pushes his dick into her roughly, and as deep as he can, to the point of causing her pain, then he starts thrusting. His snarls giving way to panting, his nails digging into her arms painfully until small droplets of blood start to appear. He bends in closer and softly drags his teeth worryingly close to her jugular, enjoying the feeling of her pounding pulse on his lips.

His long pointed, green striped tongue snakes around her neck, the prickly fur on his chest scraping against hers as he leans in closer. He draws his tongue back in and takes his hands off her arms, and with the sound of ripping fabric, digs his claws into the bed and braces himself as he speeds up his trusting considerably with a low growl. She starts moaning with pleasure and a wolfish smile breaks across his face. He goes even faster, and keeping up his pace he sticks out his tongue and start licking her in long strokes from belly to neck, until her body is rocked with her first orgasm ever.

He slows to a stop "Not bad huh?" he says with a smirk. She responds blearily "how'd you…" "Heh heh, virgins." He flips the two of them over and lifts her up in the air playfully, like they were playing airplane, and he tosses her in the air, letting her fall with a thump on his chest, his fur seeming considerably softer now. "Babes, stick with me and I can open up a whole new world for you." She pants heavily on his chest. "You bastard….. do that again." He grins wider and positions her over his now upright dick, pushing her down onto it and leading her with his hands on her waist until she'd doing the thrusting on her own. Beetlejuice howls and his tongue lolls out in ecstasy "yeah, your one hot bitch aren't you!" "No, but your definitely the son of one." "Can't argue with you there gorgeous." Soon she's rocked with orgasm again, and Beetlejuice sits up "Third times the charm babes." His voice and judgment blurred by raging libido, and takes control of the trusting again arms wrapping around her and huge wolf jaws clamping onto her shoulder with enough pressure to bruise, but not to break the skin while his claws tense similarly across her back. She squeaks with pain and buries her face in his neck fur, her eyes and jaw clenched shut and her arms fisting his back fur as he starts chewing slightly, thrusting faster below until she orgasms a third time, his whole body tightens for a moment as she does so, and then he slackens. Loosening his grip and taking his mouth off her shoulder. She pants heavily against him "Why do you have to make things so hard for me?" "Cause this way it's more fun." He says with a cheeky grin. "Jackass." "Hey I don't think you're ready for that babes." "What?...gross" " Hey, if that's what your into, I'd be happy to oblige." "Please don't." "Party pooper."

He slides her off his member and places her on the bed, which is now covered in deep gashes from his claws, but that's not the only thing. He looks at his hands quizzically for a second, surprised at how much blood was on them. He then carefully grabs Brianna's shoulder and turns her slightly so that he can see her back. "…Shit." there were at least twice as many cuts from his claws as he had actually remembered making, and many were deeper than he had originally intended, all of them were still bleeding slightly. He gets up off the bed and returns to his original form in his striped suit. With a slight hint of panic he says "Stay put."

"Mmmk." She responds sleepily as she falls face forward on the bed. He goes back to the bathroom he had seen earlier and raids the medicine cabinet. Thanks to the house being way off in the wilderness, there's plenty of emergency medical gear, he even finds a small first aid guide book, which should be pretty useful considering how little he knew about first aid, what with being dead and all. He brings the lot back to the bedroom and flips through the book, leaving it open on the bed at the page relating to how to treat cuts. She jumps about a foot when he applies the disinfectant.

"Hey, quit squirming, I'm just cleaning you up. Wow, talk about words I never thought I'd ever say. Makes me sound like my mom." Her head turns to look back at him and then plops back down into the pillow and she moans, pushing herself up into a sitting position with one hand, favoring the other because of the painful bruising that was quickly forming over her shoulder from his bite. "Just how bad did you cut me up?" she turns to look at the bleeding cuts covering her back. "Well that doesn't look too bad" she says dumbly "hurts like hell though." "Didn't I just tell you to sit still?" he responds sternly, while at the same time somewhat surprised at how well she was taking the fact that her back looked like someone's who'd just gotten a whipping.

"Hey, you still got that knife in your shoulder." "Oh yea, forgot about that." He winces comically as he yanks the blade out and tosses it on a bedside table. "I don't suppose you going to apologize or anything." She says more like a statement than a question as Beetlejuice rubs the disinfectant across her back. "Hey, you did the stab me, twice." "Just be happy I didn't find a shotgun." She reply's through clenched teeth. "Fine!" he says throwing his arms in the air with overly-dramatic annoyance, "So I got a little carried away, it's not my fault you breathers are so damn fragile. Now put your arms up so I can put on these bandages." She does so. "I don't think you're doing it right." She says as he wraps the bandages around her so tight she might as well be wearing a corset. "Well that's what it says in the book!" "lemme see that." "Alright, but I don't think it'll help you much." he says handing it to her. She looks at the page, confused, then flips through the rest of it. The whole thing is written in German. She looks at the labels on the various medical things he'd just piled on the bed, they're in German too "...Did you just take me to some random forest in Germany?" "Well yeah, why not?" she hands him back the book "Well I do love to travel. So how'd you learn to read German?" that gets an uneasy silence from Beetlejuice. "You can't read German can you." "Well that's the thing babes, I don't have to it has these step by step pictures on the page." "… loosen the fucking bandages." "fine, jeese."

He gets to work unwrapping the bandages, then re-wrapping while she asks. "So, do I have to tell you to leave me alone for a few days? Or do you insist that I end up in the hospital?" "Whaddo you think all this is for?" "To stop me getting sick for months from infection, instead of for a few days while the cuts heal. Now are you gonna back off or not? At least until I can actually take it?" "Yeah… sure babes."

"Do… do you have any suggestions on how to hide this from my parents?" she asks carefully, unsure of whether it's a good idea to bring them up. "You could say you wrestled with a wild animal. Wouldn't even be a lie." He says jokingly "Suggestions that won't get me carted off to the hospital for rabies shots." "You can never have too many of those." "Beetlejuice…" she says irritatedly "Hey, if you want, I can just take care of them for ya." "Beetlejuice…" she says more sternly. "Get a house of our own with a white picket fence and a graveyard in the back." "I'm serious Bea.." but his hand fly's over her mouth to stifle her words, she looks at him quizzically while he smiles sheepishly. He pulls his hand away "force of habit. Guess it'll take more than a week to get over hundreds of years of getting summoned by people sayin my name 3 times." "Wait, so let me get this straight. You can't stand me, or anyone else, saying… Beetlejuice-Beetlejuice-Beetlejuice?" he does a huge involuntary twitch and grabs his head to try and steady himself "Cut that out!" a stifled chuckle escapes her lips. Oh yes, she was gonna abuse this maliciously. "Alright Beetlejuice, I'll stop. After all I'd hate to see my Beetlejuice uncomfortable beee-cause it's not like I really hate you or anything Beetlejuice." He twitches again and stares at her with a look of pure venom. "Alright, alright, I'm stopping for real this time."

She shuffles over to the side of the bed and try's to stand, but her legs don't seem to support her weight. "Beetlejuice, can you get my pants?" he wasn't exactly sure why she wanted them, after all they seemed too torn up to be used, but he juices them into her hand anyway. She pulls a credit card out of the pocket and tosses the pants back on the floor. "Can we go home now?" "Yea, I guess that enough fun for one day." He holds her close and they reappear in her bedroom. She totters over to her dresser and starts pulling out clothes while Beetlejuice disappears. She try's her best to make sure the cuts heal quickly, knowing that Beetlejuice had about as much patience as a five year old on a sugar high. None of them were particularly deep, and by the next day they had already stared to heal, not to mention she could use her legs again.

She thought that it must have been a fucking miracle that her parents hadn't caught on by now, even though they really didn't see each other very much each day, especially since she'd been avoiding them even more lately. But still she had expected hiding her injury's to be more difficult than just wearing a long sleeved shirt even though it was very warm outside. Hell in just about any other circumstance she would have been angry with them for being so clueless, but now she was just grateful. Still she knew it couldn't stay that way for long.

Three days after the wolf incident she came home from school to see both her parents standing in the living room, looking at her with stern, but at the same time worried faces. Her mother is the first to break the silence "Brianna, I think it's about time you told us what was going on." Her father continues "We've gotten numerous calls from worried teachers. Whatever it is that you've gotten yourself mixed up in you can tell us. You don't have to keep whatever it is a secret. I know that were your parents, and you might think that telling us would only make things worse, but were here to help you no matter what, you have to understand that." She sighs and drops her schoolbag in the hallway, looking crestfallen. 'Well it was bound to happen eventually,' she thinks to herself, 'no doubt they think I've started taking drugs or something'.

She had been trying to prepare herself for it the past few days by thinking up a good lie, and figuring out ways to really sell it, but she could tell that this wasn't going to be easy, and she already felt guilty at having to keep this secret from them. Why does her dad have to be so good at hitting the nail on the head?

"I've been having some really bad nightmares. I was hoping they would go away on their own but so far no dice." Her mother seems to relax a little bit, but her father says sternly "Brianna, we talked to Mrs. Morris; tell us what happened that night." SHIT! She hadn't thought of that! Her heart races as the color drained from her face. Come on, think up a lie fast! "Brianna, what happened." What could possibly explain what Beetlejuice did to them that night! Come on think! She blurts out "Someone just played a really cruel practical joke on us, that's all." Her mother cry's out "Oh Brianna, they didn't try to hurt you did they?" "NO! uhhh, I mean, no. they just tried to make the place seem haunted to scare us, that's all." "What place?" "The, uhhh, graveyard." She reply's guiltily. "What were you doing at the graveyard?" "We were just messing around, we weren't doing anything bad." "Then what were you doing?" "Just walking around and talking." "Brianna…" "I swear!" "… Ok, then what happened?" "Well then he showed up." "He?" "Uhhh, I mean they, and then things got all crazy." "Do you know who 'they' are?" "No, I couldn't get a good look at them, but dad, it was just a practical joke, its fine, you don't have to do anything." Her mother says "Do you honestly expect us to stand idly by when someone traumatizes our daughter!" "THIS IS WHY I DIDN'T TELL YOU! YOU'D JUST MAKE THINGS HARDER FOR ME!" her dad walks over to hug her and continues "Honey, shhhh, its ok. We're sorry. I know how hard you try to be a strong woman, and it must eat you up inside how much this bothers you. But it's okay to be afraid sometimes Brianna, and we'll always be here for you, no matter what." That's her dad, always seemed to know the right thing to say.

She's emotionally exhausted, and thankful that Beetlejuice had been gone the past few days or she didn't think she could have handled that talk with her parents. She heads upstairs and decides to take a bath to take bath to try and ease her stress. Of course this is when Beetlejuice decides to show up. The water temperature suddenly drops a few degrees and turns into black and white striped inky sludge. She panics and try's to escape, but it's like quicksand, or maybe especially thick pudding. It's downright sickening to be covered in it, especially naked, but its especially disturbing when out of the sludge forms an almost Beetlejuice like face, which pushes out of the water to form a dripping, liquid torso and arms which reach over her so they're face to face "Did you really think I wouldn't think up a way around our little deal? I'm the king of loopholes baby!" "But…" she stammers "But nothing. The deal was that I stay away until you've recovered enough to take it. Well you're not gonna hurt those cuts much sitting in a tub of water, are you."

The bottom seems to drop out of the bathtub as Beetlejuice forcefully kisses her, breaking across her body like a wave as he pushes her below the surface of the now much deeper tub. Her hands reach frantically above the striped sludge for a moment then sink below the surface has he pushes her deeper in. Its pitch black below the surface and she can feel the sludge swirling around her like small currents, caressing her body. She tries to swim to the surface, forcing her arms through the thick liquid, but she's panicking too much and her breath escapes her lungs.

Without any air to refill them, she reflexively try's to inhale the sludge, when she feels the familiar touch of his lips against hers. The sludge that does enter her mouth forms his tongue and he starts his fierce French kissing, breathing into her as he does so to stop her from suffocating, when a piece hardens and forces its way into her vag, then starts pulsing in her, filling her with the lukewarm black and white sludge. Still she tries to swim to the surface, but she feels faint as Beetlejuice is in charge of how much air she breathes, when her hand breaks the surface and grabs onto the edge of the bathtub. With all her might she drags herself further up, bringing the other hand out of the sludge to help drag herself to the surface, her bruised shoulder screaming in pain.

Brianna's face breaks the surface with deep gasping breaths and she hauls herself onto the side of the tub, coughing and spitting out the black and white sludge, which form striped puddles on the floor, the two colors never mixing. She still pulses from the thrusts of Beetlejuice below the surface as she coughs though deep gasping breaths. Behind her the liquid Beetlejuice again forms from the sludge and wraps his arms around her tenderly while still thrusting at a quick pace below the surface, smiling evilly as he starts licking the side of her face. When suddenly, there's a knock at the door, accompanied by the words, "Hey Brianna you in there?"

Startled, Beetlejuice reforms to his regular self, only drenched from the bath water. "I just need to pick up my hairbrush, mind if I come in?" Brianna's still coughing and try's to give out a shout for help, but Beetlejuice quickly puts a hand over her mouth and drags her to the far side of the tub, juicing the shower curtain closed. But her mom must have heard some of the coughing because she asks, "Brianna are you ok?" Beetlejuice answers for her. "I'm fine mom, go ahead and get your hairbrush." The door opens and her mother enters, unaware that her daughter is being held hostage on the other side of the curtain. "I'm really worried about you sweetie, I'm thinking we should go see a specialist about these nightmares of yours." "That sounds like a swell idea and everything, but can we talk about this when I'm not in the tub?" Beetlejuice answers. "right right." she says while picking up her hairbrush. "I just hope we can get this thing taken care of before you go to college. I'd hate to have to keep you home so you miss your first few days of film school. It sounds like it would be a blast." films school huh? Beetlejuice thought to himself. She didn't seem like the moviemaking type. Brianna's mother leaves the bathroom and Beetlejuice looks back to Brianna with a smile. "Now where were we?" he says with a wide grin.