Beetlejuice's visits were quickly becoming a nightly occurrence. He'd spend the day off causing mayhem and the night raping his wife. By day four of this it almost seemed routine. she couldn't help but be grateful for the small kindness he seemed to allow her, that he would listen when she insisted that she couldn't take any more, but that didn't mean he would leave. Instead he'd just make himself comfortable in her bed and wait. Although for him, comfortable meant being uncomfortably close to Brianna. Yet at the same time, this is when she liked him the most. It seemed all too easy to fall asleep in his arms, and his cooling presence seemed almost welcoming for the warm nights. But this didn't make up for the fact that most of his visits seemed to be done for the express purpose of scaring the crap out of her. Whisking her away to who knows where to give her more nightmare fuel, and trying to avoid him didn't really help much, so on this night, when she decided to do some late night jogging instead of waiting for Beetlejuice to show up, she didn't really expect it would be enough to escape him, but at this point even the hope of postponing it was enough to make her try.

She walks down the quiet, moonlit suburban neighborhood thinking of running away, fantasizing about actually being able to escape Beetlejuice. Maybe take a cab or bus and just leave. But her fantasizing was stopped short with the gravelly sounding words "And where do you think your goin?"

She sighs heavily with frustration and looks over to see the glowing eyes of Beetlejuice from under the shadow of a large tree "I was jogging. What with you always showing up I haven't had much time for it recently." She says with a hint of annoyance, but then she sighs again, only this time laced with defeat as she looks down at her shoes. "I'll be home soon." she looks over for his reply but Beetlejuice didn't meet her gaze, instead he was looking skyward. "Actually babes you've got the right idea. It's a great night, why waste it indoors. And this is a good a place as any." he says while wrapping his arms around her, having spontaneously appeared at her side.

She looks at the quiet suburbia surrounding them, in plain sight of at least 4 houses, whose inhabitants could wake up at any moment. She responds with a very skeptical "here?" He smirks "Well if by here you mean 10,000 feet above here, then yes, right here."

Suddenly there's no ground beneath her feet. She clutches to Beetlejuice tightly as she looks around, seeing nothing but clouds and empty sky. She glances below her, and her grip tightens around Beetlejuice's chest like a vice when she sees the tiny houses of her neighborhood below her.

He wheezes something through his crushed ribcage but she's too petrified to hear it. She pulls her face away and buries it in his shoulder. Her eyes tightly shut and heart pounding in her ears, adrenaline coursing through her veins. When suddenly something seems to occur to her. It's a half formed thought, a snap decision, but because of it she suddenly feels giddy. Fractured memories flood through her mind of the times when she was a child, looking out the window of an airplane gleefully as the world seemed to shrink below her, her mother sitting next to her and smiling, of Beetlejuice on their wedding day saying "What? no noooo. If anything I want you alive as long as possible. Ever heard of till death do us part?", of him giving her first aid whenever she got hurt, all run through her mind, and she starts to laugh. Chuckling gleefully into Beetlejuice shoulder while he listens, confused. Was she sobbing or laughing? When her arms suddenly slacken and she lets him go altogether, catching Beetlejuice off guard as she slips through his arms. He frantically grabs her wrists to stop her from plummeting to the ground below, forgetting in his panic that he could have easily just made her float.

"Brianna what the hell was that!" she looks up at him, still giggling and with a wide smile, oddly reminiscent of his, plastered across her face. With both her hands being held by Beetlejuice she hauls her legs up to wrap them around his ankles, then pulls herself up more by grabbing his belt. Already bent over from holding onto her, he's dragged farther down as she grabs onto his belt, and using this opportunity to climb onto his back, with some protest of "OW! Hey, watch it!" from Beetlejuice. She rests her chin on his shoulder while her arms and legs wrap tightly around his torso.

Giggling she asks, "you're not going to let me fall, are you?" In a voice that was not at all timid, but rather sly instead. Like she had him right where she wanted him.

Still uncomfortable with the young woman clinging to his back he responds with "Don't tempt me" as he twists around trying to get the giggling Brianna off his back and where she should be, on his front. He works to unlock her hands finally getting them to break and swiftly getting her head off his shoulder and into a headlock instead, but her legs are still wrapped tightly around him, and with one free hand she grabs his scraggly hair and yanks his head back. His eyes squint with pain and it seems to throw him off balance, so he starts to tilt in midair so Brianna is forced to climb around onto his front to stop from falling off, but she keeps her legs firmly locked around his waist even as she moves into this straddling position.

He waggles his eyebrows as his arms wrap around her shoulders and yank her down for a kiss, but she puts her forearm in front of her so that it smooshes against his face instead. He says some muffled curse or crude comment that she can't quite make out and she snickers at his ridiculous predicament. Oddly enough, so does he. But then his mouth opens underneath her forearm and starts slobbering all over it, which she pulls back quickly with an "ewww gross!" The moment her arm is away he bucks his hips and leans back farther so that she tumbles into his chest and he catches her with a kiss, but she unlocks one of her legs to knee him right in his crotch. He grimaces rather hilariously with pain as he sits bolt upright and swears loudly, while his wife tumbles onto his lap. He grabs her in another headlock, and gives her a vicious noogie, but she responds with "stop! Your choking me!" he reflexively loosens his grip on her head and she quickly slips her head out and yanks the collar of his jacket over his head with a loud "HA!"

Steamed at having fallen for her bluff, he pops his head back out and counter attacks with frenzied tickling. Causing her to cackle madly and curl up to protect her ticklish parts. But being on his lap hundreds of feet in the air, she really doesn't have anywhere to go, so to escape his onslaught she would have to go back on the offensive.

She quickly grabs him in a tight hug. Her head reaching over his shoulder and her hands messing with the hair at the back of his head. Beetlejuice, confused and wondering what the hell she's doing, asks "Babes? What the hell are you doing?" "Braiding your hair." She reply's mischievously. "WHAT!" He pry's her off and combs his fingers through his hair repeatedly; trying to work out the braids she had woven into his knotty, scraggly hair.

She grins widely has he works at his hair. Eventually he slumps back down in apparent exhaustion and she leans over on top of him, snickering as his head lolls back in midair and enjoying the rise and fall of his chest beneath her. Suddenly his arms fly around her and hold her to him in an iron grip as he rolls over so that he's the one on top, and the only thing stopping her falling to her death are his hands, one of which was on her ass, and she's pulled into an especially forceful kiss, his long, pointed tongue scraping the inside of her cheeks before he rolls back over and lets her break away from the kiss. Pulling her mouth off of his tongue sickeningly, which stays for a moment to lick his lips before retreating back into his grinning mouth while Brianna splutters and wipes her tongue on her shirt sleeve.

Beetlejuice laughs then starts a lazy sort of backstroke through the sky. She settles back down on top of him, watching his glowing green eyes look almost tenderly back into her dark brown ones. He thinks to himself how ironic that he had originally intended on this being a punishment for her trying to run off, but now she's just turned it on its head and got him feeling all romantic and junk.

Actually now that he thought about it, he couldn't recall every trying anything quite like this before. Sure he'd occasionally teleport people into the air to take advantage of their fear of heights, but so far he'd never taken anyone up this far that he hadn't actually wanted to drop. Snapping out of his train of thought he looks back at his wife to see that she's stopped staring at him and was now looking at the moon with an almost wise expression of being deep in thought, and he was pleased by how beautiful she looked. Sure her hair was still messed up from their wrestling but it still sparkled in the moonlight, and he congratulated himself on knowing how to pick em.

She sighs and rests her chin on her crossed arms that lay over his chest. He inhales deeply just to see her rise and fall with his chest (having gone a few good minutes without breathing at all) and this gains a small smirk from his wife, and he can feel her relax against him.

He could tell she was tired. Hell she had been tired for days, he knew that, he wasn't blind, and to be honest he didn't feel like trying to force some last minute sex on her, so instead he runs his fingers through her hair gently. Fixing it little by little, while she fights sleep.

"It's ok babes. Go ahead and sleep, I'm not going anywhere." "That's not what I'm worried about." "I'm not gonna drop you either." She gives him a hard look that says that's not right either, but she figures might as well roll with it and lets her eyes close, not quite falling asleep. He leans back and enjoys drifting through the air with this half asleep young woman on his chest for a while longer, before holding her tightly and teleporting back to her room, landing softly on her bed. Her eyes open blearily and she rolls off his chest onto the bed. He makes like he's about to sit up, but Brianna snuggles up against him and he decides against it.

He pulls her in close so that her head rests on his shoulder, kissing her forehead and then leaning his head on top of hers so he could smell her hair, and then waiting for her to fall asleep. As usual He had to be out of there by morning so her parents wouldn't catch on, but it was still a few hours before dawn and tomorrow was Sunday so he could stick around for a while longer, and he could get back to the terrifying sex tomorrow.

The next morning Brianna gets ready for church. It had been a long time since she had attended, and to be honest she didn't really care much for it. Still with her mother leaving for business trips all the time, it had been awhile since the whole family had been together, so her dad had suggested that they all attend as a nice family activity, and was pretty insistent about it too. Brianna knew that this was probably because of how much she had been avoiding them in the last few weeks, and didn't make a fuss about it when her dad suggested it. She figured it would be a good chance to help put her parent's minds at ease, and through that make sure they don't start getting nosy enough to give Beetlejuice any reason to hurt them.

She sits in the back seat of her dad's car as they head off to church. Humoring the thought of the church being able to deal with Beetlejuice somehow as she stares out the window. After all, isn't this kinda their area of expertise? Dealing with unruly spirits? She almost chuckled at the thought. Well if there were ever a church that could deal with Beetlejuice, her's certainly wasn't it.

Brianna's church had been, for lack of a better term, modernized. Instead of a choir, they had a band. The preacher's sermons were often accompanied by PowerPoint slides, and terms like demons and ghosts were used metaphorically, not literally. This wasn't the kind of place that would try to perform miracle healings and exorcisms. It was more along the lines of 'go see a doctor, and we'll keep you in our prayers'. Heck she doubted that many of them even believed in ghosts. If she were to ask the preacher for help, chances are he'd just tell her parents and she'd be committed to an insane asylum, like that would help her at all. And what about Beetlejuice? If by some bizarre stroke of luck the preacher did believe her, could he really do anything about it? When she was sure Beetlejuice wasn't around, she would often go on the internet, or search the library for ways to get rid of Beetlejuice. Based on her research, exorcisms required some personal object of the ghost from back when they were alive, and she hadn't exactly found any, so that option was out of the question. And if he didn't believe her, well Beetlejuice would probably just kill him for the sake of irony.

Tears start to form in her eyes as she's once again consumed by the helplessness of her situation, but she's able to rub them away by the time they pull into the parking lot.

She sits in the pew next to her parents. After the opening song and a few prayers for a family that recently lost a grandma after a long struggle with cancer, the preacher begins his sermon. He starts off with a story about some prisoners of war who were forced to work on a labor camp digging irrigation ditches and how one day, when counting the shovels, the soldiers found that one was missing and threatened to kill all the prisoners if the one who stole the shovel did not step forward. One man did, and he was killed on the spot. After searching everywhere and not finding the missing shovel, they did a recount, and found that the shovel had never gone missing at all, the soldiers had just miscounted. So the one man who had stepped forward had actually been innocent, and had let himself be killed to save the rest.

He then goes in to say that as Christians, it's their duty to help others in need, even if the consequences may be great. Brianna sinks into her seat guiltily, trying to fight back tears at what she sees as his insistence to try and help her. Can't he see that she can't be helped without risking everyone she cares about?

He then goes on to say that those in need shouldn't be afraid to ask for help when they need it, and that's when she decides she can't take it anymore. Choking on her sadness she tells her parents that she needs to go to the bathroom and quickly makes her way out of the main chapel, avoiding eye contact with her parents who watch her leave with a look of worry on their face's.

When the door closes behind her she wipes the tears from her eyes and takes a few deep, stuttering breaths to calm herself down, bracing herself with one hand against the door, when she hears a very audible click come from the lock.

Her hand jerks away from her eyes at the sound, then carefully grabs the door handle and pulls. It doesn't budge. Her face turns into a scowl as she grabs the handle with both hands and pulls with all her might, hissing to herself "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"What the hell was she thinking going off on her own like this! When a pair of arms grab her from behind, turn her around, and slam her into the opposite wall.

She fixes him with a venomous stare and he responds with mock guilt. "What, just because we had one romantic evening doesn't mean I'm gonna start going soft on you." He moves in to kiss her but she turns her head and strains to avoid his lips while half crying "Doesn't being in a church mean anything to you?" "Sure it does babes, it mean they're more forgiving when their booze disappears. Now," he grabs her chin roughly and turns her head to face his so she could see the broad smile on his face, "give your hubbie some sugar."

He locks lips, but she keeps her jaw clenched shut so his tongue can't work its way into her mouth. He slams a palm on the wall beside her head angrily, causing her to flinch at the sound, but her jaw stays shut, so he pulls out of the kiss, grinning. "This is one of those days where you gonna try and make things hard for me isn't it?" he lean back in to say in her ear "I love it when you do that."

His left hand slides into her pants and starts to finger her "Hey, whadaya know, feels like it's that time of the month. Fun fact about me babes, I love to get my hands dirty." She pushes him away, and surprisingly he budges, pulling his hand out of her pants and taking a few steps back, his fingers now covered in blood. "Whaaat, not in the mood for a little foreplay?"

"Beetlejuice not here. there's about a hundred people in the next room, I can't have my parents find out about you." "Ooooo your parents will find out? How awful!" he says sarcastically before taking a much more serious and threatening tone "You know, I am sick of always having to dodge those two every time I want to see my wife. You don't want to have to worry about your parents? Fine! You won't have to worry about anything but me!" screams start coming from the next room, and a look of terror forms over Brianna's face.

"What the hell did you just do!" "I just made sure that no one will be bothering us is all." But now was really not a good time to be giving Brianna a bullshit answer. Quick as a flash she pulls a hunting knife out from a holster on her shin, hidden beneath her pants, stabs Beetlejuice in the gut and yanks the blade upwards, slicing him open with surprising ease, before yanking the blade out and ramming it into the side of his neck all in one smooth motion. Thick, almost tar-like black blood seems from the wounds as she hisses through clenched teeth "What the FUCK did you just do?"

The lights in the room seem to dim as calmly, too calmly, Beetlejuice reaches up and grabs the hand still clenched around the handle of the blade sticking out of his neck, and with a crushing grip pulls the knife out of his neck and twists her fingers painfully so that she drops the knife with a clatter on the floor.

"I thought I made myself clear babes." He leans in close, black blood leaking out of the hole in his neck and still clenching her hand tightly." I'm the one you have to worry about." He lets go of her hand, smiling evilly as she slowly backs away. She gives a nauseating glance at the huge open wound across his torso. His insides seemed oddly solid, with a hint of greenish organs or bone poking through the dripping black blood. She fights to keep her breakfast down and quickly sprints past Beetlejuice to the large wooden doors to the chapel, banging on the door a few times before putting her ear to the door to try and hear what's going on, when a sickeningly moist Beetlejuice leans across her back and says "just you and me babes." And gives of a few evil chuckles as he grabs the kicking and screaming Brianna and carry's her away from the doors to pin her by the arms back against the nearby wall, the black blood that had oozed onto Brianna's back smearing across the off-white paint.

"Now," he says as blood starts leaking from his mouth "let's try this again shall we?" he starts leaning in when "NO!" Brianna shouts and tries to keep him at arms distance, bracing herself against the wall, when with a revolting squelch, Beetlejuice takes a step forward and her hands burst strait through his body, coming out on the other side covered in black blood while a smiling Beetlejuice gives a sly "Yes."

He pulls Brianna into a forceful kiss, a hand cradling her head while the other wrapped around her waist and pulls her in closer against his body until she sinks into the giant wound on his torso, his pot belly wrapping around her considerably thinner midsection as she screams into his kiss, Beetlejuice having no trouble getting her jaws open now as his inhuman tongue squirms in her mouth.

She can feel what could only be his organs shifting around in the giant wound that was threatening to engulf her own stomach and chest, and the blood, it wasn't just oozing across her, no. It was crawling!

Like watching moss grow in one of those time lapse's, the black blood spread from not only his split gut, but from where her arms stuck out of his chest as well, threatening to cover her, when suddenly she feels a small lurch forward, deeper into Beetlejuice, and something clammy and wet slide's across the small of her back, which in horror she realized could only be his intestine, and she lurches forward again.

Too close to be able to kiss properly Beetlejuice takes his mouth away and leans his head in next to hers, giving small blood covered kisses on the side of her face as she whimpers through a stream of tears. "You're all mine babes, don't forget that. All mine." She lurches forward, and more organs snake across her back as her chest starts to vanish into his body.

Smiling, he pulls her face into the crook of his shoulder where she had stabbed him and she screams into the thick blood still leaking from the wound. Another lurch forward and she's honest to god standing inside of Beetlejuice, screaming into his shoulder as his belly re-seals itself around her, even his clothes repairing themselves.

One last lurch and she falls out the other side of him, screaming as she hits the ground, covered in the still squirming blood, and shaking in terror at what she just experienced as the blood drips onto the ground in thick black globs.

" You..sick…bastard." she says heavily through gasping breaths. She coughs and spits out some blood, before continuing with considerably more malice in her voice "I've wanted to kill you since the day we met. If you weren't already dead, then you would be, many times over. But no. I finally get an excuse to kill someone, and guess what? He's already dead." Wow, Beetlejuice thinks to himself, I married a closet psychopath. Or as some might call them, a woman. He almost snickers at his own joke, but refrains as Brianna continues.

"But even then the only thing stopping me from fighting you till my last breath was the threat of hurting my family and friends. I only married you so that you would leave them alone, and if you won't uphold your end of the bargain, then neither will I."

Beetlejuice see's that she has the knife back in her hand as she sits up and turns to face him "So you like blood on your hands?" and turns the blade to her own chest "Well this must be your lucky day."

Shiiiiiiiit! Beetlejuice yells in his own head as he moves to stop her, and in the split second he had, he resorted to the best he could think of at the time, possession.

The blade freezes an inch from her chest, and with a trembling movement is pulled away and stabbed into the ground beside her with considerable force, embedding the blade in the hardwood floor. Her hands fly to her head, clenching it tightly as she screams "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"

Double shit, he'd forgot. You can't fully possess your spouse, and what's worse, he had done it at one of the few times she was actually mad enough to have a chance at fighting him out. Hell he wasn't much more than a voice in her head!

She pounds the floor with her fist while her other hand quickly grabs the knife and yanks it out of the floor, immediately trying to stab herself in the throat, only for the blade to stop a few inches from it. You can see that the retinas of her eyes glow a bright green from Beetlejuice's magic as her trembling arm strains to try and bring it closer while simultaneously try's to keep it away "Come on babes! Don't kill yourself on my account, you wouldn't like doing all that paperwork!" her other hand grabs her fist and try's to pull the knife closer, and then seems to switch allegiance and try's to push the knife hand away. "I'm serious Brianna, its not worth it!" "I'LL KILL YOU YOU SON OF A BITCH!" She roars as her eyes glow an even brighter green, and with a deafening series of cracks the room around her starts to warp and split, tiny flashes and sparks of green energy going off all around the room with an electric crackle.

She's using my juice… HOW THE HELL IS SHE USING MY JUICE! "Look, Brianna, let's just calm down, and quit doing… whatever the hell it is you're doing with my juice before I get, uhhh, mad. Yeah. Real mad. And then you'll be in trouble." God even he knew that sounded lame. "RRRAARRRG! YOU'RE GONNA PAY YOU MOTHER FUCKER! I'LL—MAKE—YOU—PAY!"

That's it, she's too out of it to be reasoned with, and Beetlejuice had to calm her down somehow before she got herself hurt. And he might not be able to possess her fully, but there was still one thing he could do.

She gags, and drops the knife as her hands quickly grasp her throat as she chokes. She staggers to her feet, face turning red beneath the black blood that covered her as she struggles, and fails to breathe. The chaos around her slows to a halt as her vision, already blurred from rage, fade's to black as her pounding heart starts to shut down from lack of oxygen.

She blacks out and starts to fall, but is caught by Beetlejuice and slumps in his arms. Her breathing now steady.

A slight smirk forms across Beetlejuice's face as he looks at his passed out wife in his arms, brushing some blood-caked hair out of her face gently with his free hand. "Hell of a way to keep a guy on his toes babes. Sure picked a fighter with you huh." and he gives her a small kiss on the forehead, "that's my girl." He picks her up gently, almost cradling her in his arms and walks behind a small booth by the front door that functioned as a receptionist desk for the church. He slumps down behind it with Brianna on his lap and he fixes her hair little by little. The big oak doors open outwards and people start wandering out, the room completely free of any evidence of Beetlejuice and Brianna's tussle. The churchgoers are obviously talking about something, but in no real distress, and as they start walking past the booth you see that Beetlejuice and Brianna have disappeared without a trace, while her parents walk out of the main church, their eyes darting around for any sign of their daughter.