LPOV

"Here you are Miss Lydia. Or should I say, Mrs. Prince Vince," laughed the guard. He grabbed my arm and threw me into a dark and gloomy room, not a thing brighter then gray in here.

I landed hard on the concrete floor, my knees scuffing. The worst part was that I heard a tear from my dress. When I looked, I saw that the rose had ripped off, and the edge of my dress was ripped a bit. I growled at the guard, but got a smug smile in response. He laughed once more before he slammed the door shut, and I heard a lock. A very heavy lock.

I sat in despair and began to cry. Tears welled in my eyes as I realized the one thing I needed to stay forever in the Neitherworld was taken away from me. I wanted his soft blonde hair in my hands, his pale blue eyes looking into mine, his cold, soft lips against mine. All of that was gone now, and would be replaced with black hair, cold eyes, and a cold heart. What had I done to deserve this?

After a while, I looked around at the room I was in. There was only one window, and it had an iron fence in front of it. I was pretty sure why it was there, unless it was to keep people out. There were sharp knives in the edges of the fences, and I didn't dare try to escape through the window.

As I stared out into the dark sky, the door opened, and I turned around.

A small, black haired woman stood in front of me, holding various bags, and had beady black eyes. She sort of reminded me of a beetle.

"Alright. I'm here because Prince sent me to do your make-up and get you into your gown. If you don't like it, tough. Now, sit down," she barked, making me wince.

I nodded, not wanting to set her off. I sat into the nearest chair, almost close to tears again.

The woman set to work, doing my hair, and applying various shades of color to my face. At one point I saw pink, and I almost shuddered. This is what Prince Vince liked in a girl? What kind of a person was he?

I had almost begun to cry again after thirty long minutes of playing Barbie when the woman snapped at me again.

"Hey. Girlie, get up. It's time for your dress," she snapped, grabbing my wrist and brining me up. I knew I'd have bruises later.

When she opened the closet, I almost screamed. There was a puffy pink and purple dress, the kind my step-mom Delia would have approved of. There were long pink and purple dotted ruffles on the skirt, and the shirt had a bright pink daisy on it. The tiara consisted of gold with millions of multi-colored sparkles on it. It had revolting puff sleeves, almost as big as size of cotton candy. Even staring at it, it looked uncomfortable. Was Prince Vince trying to make my life a hell already?

"Don't stand there like and idiot. Put it on!" the woman said, ripping it off the hinge and sticking it in my face. I was about to protest when I saw a knife in her hand.

Quickly, I took the dress and went to the dressing room in the back. I unzipped the most beautiful dress I had ever made, and took off the tiara. I slipped on the dreaded pink nightmare, itching already in my thighs and stomach. Then I noticed the corset next to the chair. It was several times smaller then my waist, but I didn't want to risk being killed. I put on the corset, practically choking myself in the process. I gasped in a little, and then slipped on the dress. It just barely fit me, choking me as well. Tears welled in my eyes as I put on the tiara. The dress practically burned me; that's how much I didn't like pink.

When I stepped out, the woman gave me a mean smile.

"You look horrible, girlie. Absolutely horrible. It's a wonder the Prince is marrying you. That dress," she choked off, beginning to laugh. Even though I had been through this a hundred times at school, my eyes watered again. I was about to tell her off, when she hit me.

"Listen girlie, I have a mind not to kill you here, you being a little whiner and all. But you listen well to me, I will kill you," she said, low and menacing. I immediately shut up and turned around.

I grabbed my cheek and walked to the window. I heard a door open and close, and a cruel laugh outside.

How long was this going to last?

BPOV

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked Ginger, looking in astonishment.

"What do you think? We're here to help a guy who's in love in need," she said. Jacques stepped out from the shadow, and took a bone from his ribs. He put it in my cell lock, and the door opened.

As I gaped in wonder, Jacques explained to me.

"Skeleton key," he said simply.

"How did you get past the guards?" I asked, stepping out.

"Oh, their a little tied up at the moment," she said slyly. I knew what she meant. I also knew how strong her webs were. She had caught me once for attempting to steal a bike from her to borrow. The guards didn't have a prayer.

"Why'd you help me?" I wondered. I was vaguely aware that I didn't look as friendly as I could have. I wasn't their favorite friend either, and I had caused them some trouble a few times. What did they want with me?

"We all know you love Miss Lydia. We don't wanna ruin that happiness for ya," said Monster. I felt small warmth in my mind.

"Thanks guys. If this works, I'll owe you for a millennium," I said. These were the kindest words I had ever given anyone, and they knew it.

"You're welcome Beetlejuice. Now, let's go save Lydia. We don't have much time," said Ginger quickly, rushing us out.

I thought of a plan for Prince Vince. And I knew it would be ten times better then the original prank I had planned for him.

We were out of the tower, casting a laughing glance at the two guards, who looked terrified. I hoped Ginger was planning on having them for lunch later. She'd like that.

We were running at a quick pace when I heard voices down the hall.

"Shh," I said, motioning with my hand for everyone to hide. Ginger wrapped us up tight and took us up to the wall. It was a wonder the small spider was so strong. As we hung on the wall, I heard Prince Vince speaking to his assistant.

"Mr. Vince, I read the rule book for the living and the dead, and I came upon a line that caught my attention. You plan on marrying Miss Lydia, but she is alive, and you are dead, sir. The book stated that no inter-world marriages are allowed, except when allowed by the Council. The Council is on holiday at this moment, so how do you intend this plan to work," the assistant said quietly, not wanting to upset the Prince.

"It's all very simple Mortir. When the ceremony commences, I will give Lydia a drink. In the drink is a poison which will kill her. She will be dead, and I will then be able to marry her. She will then be my bride, and she will be mine," he said snugly, the light practically shining out of his teeth at how brilliantly he thought he was.

As the two continued to walk down the hall, the rage grew, and I felt my black tuxedo turn into my favorite black and white striped suit. I could feel the others anger too, because the web became warm.

"Beetlejuice?" hissed Ginger, her eyes crazed.

"Yeah Ginger?" I said, my eyes just as crazed, maybe more.

"Whatever you do to Prince Vince, make sure it hurts a lot," she said, menacing.

"That's a fact," I said, thinking of all the ways I could torture him.

"Beetlejuice?" asked Jacques.

"Yeah?" I said again.

"When did zoo jange soots?" he asked.