A/N: Thank yo for reviewing to everyone! The reviews inspired me to continue with this story, and I thank everyone for that.

To: DP-shrine-in-closet-girl-The winner of the right guess. o

Thanks as usual to Without Hesitaion and GCOE for reviewing. I owe you guys. :)

LPOV

"Actually, I wasn't quite done yet," said Prince Vince through his teeth. This was a great contrast to how he had asked me to dance with him. This made me all the angrier. Still, he had invited me, so I held my tongue (and my hand).

"Well, you don't control this girl do you? Or is she your fiancée'?" asked the blonde man knowingly.

At this remark, the Prince's eyes looked even greedier, and suddenly, this was beginning to be too much.

Before I could say anything, though, the man interrupted me.

"Why don't we let this beautiful lady decide?" he asked, gesturing his hand to me.

"Uh, actually, I wouldn't mind changing partners," I said shyly, the confidence gone when I saw the look in Prince Vince's eyes. Then, his eyes changed in mood. They were surprised.

"Uh, uh, umm," stuttered the Prince shocked that I had chosen the other man over him.

"Shouldn't you be heading over to greet your other guests?" asked the man, looking over his shoulder to a couple with sharp teeth.

"Y,yess. I suppose so," muttered the Prince, not wanting to make a scene in front of the others. And with that, he left us, casting one more death glare at the blonde man.

"Glad he's gone," I muttered under my breath.

"You looked like you could use the help," he said kindly.

"Thank you. I just hope he doesn't kill you later," I joked, looking at his reaction. He laughed too.

"Name's Beetlejuice," he said, extending his hand towards mine. When I shook his hand, it felt so cold compared to mine, but I liked the coolness of it. M y heart stopped for one second before racing again at the touch. My cheeks flamed, but at the niceness I felt, unlike Prince Vince's death trap of a dance. I also noticed he was dead, like everyone else in the room. I didn't care though.

"Beetlejuice," I repeated, liking the sound of it in my tongue.

"I like that name," I commented, liking how his eyes still didn't leave mine.

"My name is Lydia," I said, shaking his hand.

"Pretty name, pretty face," he said, gazing at my eyes. I felt self-conscious again, but ignored it and looked into his eyes too.

I was about to speak again when the song changed, and more people began to dance. This time, it was a slow song.

BPOV

Lydia. Her name sounded again and again in my head, like a song you listen to every day. Only hers was like a lullaby, beautiful and careful. Her eyes were a lighter blue then mine, but the entire better. It was like looking into a human world sky, only that couldn't compare to the deepness of hers.

She was about to speak again, when a song started. I recognized it as "The Ice Dance" by Danny Elfman. One my favorites. An idea came to me.

"Would you like to dance?" I asked her, bowing like an English gentleman.

She giggled a beautiful, bell-like charm, and, miraculously, said yes.

I slowly put one hand on her upper waist, and the other in her hand. She put her free hand on my shoulder, and we began to dance.

A/N: P.S-Sorry it's so short. I have a C in geometry, so I gotta hit the books more, which means less time. I'll try to make it at least to a chapter ever 2-3 days. Except thsi weekend, because I'm going to Las Vegas to visit my grandmother. So, sorry for disapointments.