A/N: Oh my Gosh!!! I actually updated after forever! I ams o terribly sorry that it took me so long, and I will say that I'm almost done. Please forgive me!

LPOV

"Miss Lydia, your prince awaits," said a guard as he grabbed my arm and took me outside. I immediately knew what he was talking about: the ceremony was about to begin.

Thoughts raced through my mind as the skeleton took me down long ugly hallways and thin, crumbling stairways. Where was Beetlejuice? Was he alive? What had the Prince done to him? I knew I couldn't have these questions answered, not if a miracle were to happen.

When we had finally reached the grand hall, where people were still dancing and having a good time, I felt a hand on the small of my back. I knew it wasn't Beetlejuice.

"Prince Vince, I would advise you not to touch a lady inappropriately without her consent," Is aid through gritted teeth. I felt a smack to the back of my head, and I regretted the words in a second. I could see stars as Prince Vince leaned into my ear and whispered.

"Dear Lydia, you will be my queen in a matter of seconds. Do not waste your pretty voice on such harsh answers to your future ruler," he said, grabbing my waist painfully. He was wearing an ugly, grey suit, not at all making him look dashing. In fact, he looked like a seven year old, because the suit fit him so big. All I could do was stare straight ahead of me, trying not to slap his small pinched face to oblivion.

He let me go soon, though, and walked out to the place where his thrown usually was. He cleared his throat once and all eyes were on him.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Earlier this evening I called to the attention of everyone that I would be married today by the hand of miss Lydia Deetz. Now, all rise as the ceremony will begin," he said in a nasally voice, playing conceited to the hilt of the sword.

As soon as everyone was up, he waved his hand, and I was pushed and shoved to my place next to Prince Vince. He smiled at me, but I heard different gasps as I heard what the crown was saying about my dress. Something along the lines of "what an odd choice for a dress" and "what a revolting color. Didn't she have better taste?" I choked back my tears as I made my way forward, ignoring the repulsing looks and laughing faces of everyone.

When I arrived next to Prince Vince, he simply took my hand, but I shoved it out. When he hit me again on the shoulder, I had no choice but to take it again. He smiled a perfectly evil smile, and the priest proceeded in giving us the ceremony

"Do you take Lydia Deetz to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health," asked the priest to Prince Vince. The priest actually looked sort of bored, as if he had better things to do then give forced marriages to young couples.

"Yes, of course, now please, continue," urged Prince, not wanting to wait much longer.

"Do you, Lydia Deetz, take Prince Vince, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health," the priest asked me. I was all but jumping to say that I would never marry this poor excuse for a prince, and was about to speak, when I felt a knife on my back again. I knew that Prince Vince was hiding a knife in his sleeve and jabbing it in my back to warn me against the words that I wanted to say.

"I…do?" I almost asked. The priest didn't seem to notice, and continued.

"If there is a reason why these two should not be wed, then please speak now, or forever hold your peace," the priest said, waiting a second before Prince Vince interrupted him.

"A toast, to my almost new bride, Lydia," Prince Vince said, raising a goblet with a deep red liquid in it. I knew that substance would poison me, and I kept my lips sealed. Prince Vince, discouraged, was about to poke the knife further into my back, when I heard a cry from a familiar voice.

"Leave her alone, you dim-witted Prince!" yelled Ginger, tying her web around the nearest guards.

BPOV

"Ginger, get ready," I whispered to her from our great view of the ceiling. Ginger had hung us tight enough that we wouldn't fall off, but loose enough that we could untie ourselves whenever we wanted to attack.

"Oh, you bet I'm ready," she whispered, the anger dripping from her voice. I knew we were ready.

I looked closer to see the Prince trying to force the poison down Lydia's throat. Anger burst in me, and I signaled for Ginger to let loose.

"Leave her alone, you dim-witted Prince!" she yelled, tying her web to the closest guards. They didn't stand a chance.

Monster proceeded to beating up every guard within his distance, with Bootsie helping him. Jacques had rounded up a couple of his English-class buddies (which were very strong, thank God) and were helping me to move up to Prince Vince. Every person we encountered on our way was soon shoved aside, and the priest quickly left in fear of meeting the terrifying skeletons.

As soon as I was a foot away from Prince Vince, I saw the look of panic in his eyes. I was about to juice him as bad as I could, when he did something I never expected. He ran to Lydia, grabbed her arm to twist it behind her, and I saw the knife slide out of his sleeve. He didn't stab her, but I knew what he intended to do. Before I could say anything, he slunk away into the shadows, taking Lydia away from me. Her scream still rang in my ears as I followed him, and it was still in my ears when I phased through the wall he had gone into and into the sight which made my stomach turn to jelly.

Through the wall I saw a floor covered in sand. A disgusting shade of yellow filled my eyes, and I looked to the right. I saw the planet Jupiter hanging there like a dead bat, and it looked just as pretty.

I listened carefully for Lydia's scream, and heard a voice say, "Shut up or I'll kill you now!"

I ran in the direction of his voice, and after almost five minutes of running, I saw Prince Vince, his hand pointing the knife at Lydia's back. There were tears streaming down her face, and her face was paler then usual. When he saw me, he poked the knife harder into her back, and I saw her twitch. I also saw a small stain of red on her ugly pink dress. The fury grew worse, and my hair began to sway as if there were wind, but there was none.

"You know what I'll do if you step closer Beetlejuice," said the prince, sneering at me like a little kid who knew he couldn't get in trouble. I felt the ends of my fingers turn redder. Like blood.

"Prince, just let her go. You know you don't really want her. You just want the chance to control her like a puppet. You won't use her but to be your slave. Now, tell me, is that really moral for a prince like you?" I asked, trying to retain my anger.

"Shut up. Honestly I don't even know why Lydia decided to dance with you. Maybe it was just pity. I mean, why would she pick you? She must be blind to have loved someone as stupid, tacky, and just plain abnormal as you," he said, smiling as ugly as Frankenstein. The anger bubbled inside me, but I tried to calm it down. My eyes turned a deep yellow, though, and that meant trouble was coming.

I looked at Lydia, and I saw her mouth something. I didn't see though, because Prince Vince had seen my distraction and had run with her toward a lopsided sandcastle. I hurried after them, but not running, flying. That meant my anger was on end. One more thing and I'd really juice up the guy.

I flew faster, until I was above them. I was about to pick her up, when he jabbed the knife a little more into her back, and she cried out in pain. He slapped her, trying to get her to shut up, and that was it.

I ignored common sense telling me he had a knife, and flew faster, right above his head. I leaned over, wrapped my arms around Lydia's waist, and carried her higher. I watched Prince' Vince's shocked expression as I took her out of his arms. A minute too late, he swung the knife at her, but only managed to rip a piece off the dress. As I swung her onto my bad, I felt her lips kiss me throat, and I knew that was her thank you. I smiled, out of joy and satisfaction. The rescue part was over. Now it was time for the fun part.

I noticed Prince Vince running towards a particularly tall pile of sand, and I raced towards him, my eyes burning with rage. Suddenly, I heard a familiar rumble. One that I had heard only once in my life and prayed that I would never hear it again. My stomach turned as cold as ice, as if someone had shoved a handful of ice down my back. I stopped flying in my tracks, just hovering where I was with Lydia on my back. I could feel her tremble as she heard the noise too.

I looked ahead to the sand pile that he was standing on, and saw a pair of big, yellow eyes staring at Prince Vince. Since Prince Vince was staring in fury at us, he didn't see it look at him. When Prince Vince took a step back, his foot stepped on the creature's eye, and it let out a terrible roar. I knew what that meant. It was angry, and hungry.

I saw Prince Vince turn around, and he was face-to-face with the sandworm.

He let out a terrified scream before mistakenly running away from the sandworm. He had no chance though. The sandworm fixed his beady eyes on the prince before slithering after him. After five minutes, his body was completely out of the sand, and he continued to chase him. Thirty seconds later, the sandworm was above the prince, and before we could yell anything, the sandworm shot toward the prince, enclosing him in a mouthful of razor-sharp teeth. Prince Vince never even had a chance to scream. The sandworm slithered away into the sand, and after a while, the last of his tail was hidden in the ugly colored sand. The sandworm had finished his meal in one gulp.

I felt Lydia wince behind me, and she buried her face into the crook of my neck. I stared at the spot where he had been, and shivered in fear. I knew that he deserved it, but this brought back memories of my first sand-worm encounter. One I'd like to forget.

I realized that the worm probably wouldn't be satisfied with just one body, and I flew towards the spot where I had last seen the doorway from the Nietherworld to Sandworm Land. When I saw the doorway, I heaved a sigh of relief and flew towards it. Suddenly, I felt Lydia pulling me down.

"What's wrong Lydia? You alright?" I asked, my fear increasing as I set her down. The moment her feet touched the ground, I was tackled in a hug, and I felt tears staining my jacket.

"I was so scared," I heard her whimper against my shoulder, her tears flowing like a river.

"I was too. I was afraid that he would hurt you," I murmured to her. Her body was weak from the experience; I could feel it as I rubbed my hands up and down her upper back, trying to comfort her.

We stood like that for five minutes, before I shifted our position until she was on my back again.

"Come on, we have to go back," I said, smiling at her. I didn't want to let go, but first things first.

She only nodded, and I knew that things were going to be okay.

I closed my eyes, touched the wall with my blood-red fingers, and phased us through the wall, leaving our troubles with the Prince's corpse in Sandworm land.