Movie BJ and all related characters/content are owned by Tim Burton, Geffen Entertainment, and Warner Bros. Not me. No suing please. I'm broke and have no monies to give you.
My muse smiled on me today. I love this chapter. It's short, to be sure...but it's oh so sweet. I write so much better in third person...
"Ok, so scare me."
The ghoul did a double take as he was dusting himself off.
"You want me to scare…you?" he asked.
"Yeah. You heard me, big shot, scare me."
The ghoul wasn't used to this sort of treatment. Usually, his arrival was greeted with screams, pandemonium, and the occasional pair of silk panties thrown wildly over his head. It was never met with a challenge, especially a challenge issued by a newbie. The ghoul gazed down at his cuffs as he adjusted the buttons, smirking and laughing a dangerous laugh.
"You asked for it, babe."
The ghoul suddenly vanished. The ghost looked around, a hunted expression on her dead features, and the ghoul laughed again.
"What is it with you people and disappearing?!" the ghost was shouting into the empty room. "I mean, come on, can't anyone just fucking WALK out of a room?! Oh no, we're fucking dead now, we can float around and disappear and shit!"
The ghoul laughed again as the ghost continued to rant. He began to transform himself into his favorite form: the snake. His body elongated, became taut and sinewy. His teeth lengthened, sharpened, and multiplied themselves into thousands of tiny daggers in his enlarged mouth. He kept the shock of blonde hair and emerald green eyes so the ghost would know who she was dealing with. He allowed the spark of mischief to flow through his body as the end of his tail turned into a rattle. He faded slowly into sight, rattling quietly, so that the ghost saw him in the mirror over the fireplace. She stood, horrorstruck, and stared at him for a moment. The ghoul bared his fangs and hissed menacingly, a glint of evil humor behind his slit eyes.
The ghost backed herself against the fireplace. The ghoul flicked his tail and a raging fire appeared behind the ghost, spilling out into the apartment. The entire room set itself ablaze. Tongues of flame licked at the ghost as fire engulfed the sofa. For one moment the ghoul looked the ghost full in the eyes, seeing the flames reflected there. Something stirred deep within the ghoul, something he didn't recognize. He ignored it, cackling as he lunged at the ghost. The ghost threw her arms up over her head, screaming fit to wake the dead, but his bite never came. Just as quickly as he had become the serpent, the ghoul changed back into his true form. With a flick of the wrist, the fire vanished, leaving no scar to mar the apartment. The ghoul leaned against the back of the sofa and crossed his arms, a sarcastic smirk playing upon his lips.
"That scary enough for ya, babe?"