LPOV

The way Beetlejuice spun me around in such a gentle manner was unbelievable. He was so good at dancing, much better then Prince Vince. This was no where near as uncomfortable as I was with Prince Vince. This made me all the happier. I kept stealing glances at his gorgeous blue eyes, and when he caught me looking, I blushed and looked down, but never for more then a second.

We continued to dance, and for one second, I noticed we were the only couple dancing. Everyone else had made way for us, though why I couldn't imagine. Then I remembered how good a dancer Beetlejuice must seem, so maybe that was the case.

I noticed he looked into my eyes a lot too, and I swear of he were alive he would have turned a rosy pink. I liked that, and I wished I had ever seen him blush. No doubt he had made every other girl swoon at his charm.

As we continued to dance, I fell into a sort of lullaby. One step, two steps, one step, two steps. Back and forth, in a hypnotizing manner. Then, when the music began to get louder, he surprised me by holding me by my waist, and lifting me upwards. In fear, I grabbed his shoulders for support, but loved every minute of it. I felt airborne, and it brought back memories of when my father used to carry me like that. When the song slowed, I realized it was almost the end of the number, and our time to depart would be soon.

When the song ended, he immediately asked me, "Would you like to walk with me in the gardens?"

BPOV

I lead her towards the center of the floor, helping to lead her tiny feet so she wouldn't trip. Her eyes glistened in the candlelight of the chandeliers, giving her a eyes a mysterious glow. All the better for me, the weird one in this world. Her hands held a warmth in them, and I realized she was a living. I thought about that; this girl, a living, breathing girl. Who went to a human school, and a human family, and a human life? Then I thought more of it. If she would be taken away from me tonight, to return to her normal life, then I would enjoy tonight as much as possible.

I kept looking into her eyes, and caught her looking at me a couple of times too. She always blushed, the color stunning on her cheekbones. When the music became louder, I did something bold; I grabbed her waist, and lifted her up. She seemed surprised, and grabbed my shoulders so she wouldn't fall. When I put her back down, I continued to lead, but she looked happy. I smiled at her then, causing a reaction.

Slowly, the dance became quiet, and I realized the song was done, and it was time for us to leave. She looked sad, so I had another idea.

"Would you like to walk with me in the gardens?" I asked her.

"Yes, I would," she beamed, smiling at me with white pearls.