Chapter Three: Bump In The Night
His breathing came in short forced gasps. His body ached as he pulled himself up into the large dirt-brown leather armchair. Even thought Beetlejuice could not die from the wound he could still feel pain. He ground his teeth trying to sit up in the chair. He couldn't think; he needed to think clearly to be able to heal himself. Beetlejuice coughed loudly jolting forward, black blood spattered out of his mouth and ran down his chin. Closing his eye he forced his mind to clear. His red deformed nails dug into the armrests ripping through the ugly coloured fabric as he held his body upright. A sigh escaped Beetlejuice's lips as his body started to glow a dark rust colour. The deep bloody gash between his shoulders started to reattach its self, the skin on each side reaching out and reconnecting, sowing him back together.
Beetlejuice groaned cracking his neck. He shook himself, rolling his shoulders roughly. "What a night." He grunted dully. Feeling suddenly tired Beetlejuice leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. In his mind he saw her. Lydia. Her small frame cowering before him, the tears in her glossy black doll eyes, her messy dark hair falling over her face. She was so small and innocent. Beetlejuice chuckled. He loved the power he had over her. Her screams of pain and of fear were music to his ears. The thought made him smile. He wanted to do it again. Though he did not particularly lust for the girl he did how ever lust for power, the power over everyone else around him. "Ah babes." He laughed out loud.
She was so small, fragile, and innocent. His smirk grew. "When I'm done with you babes, you wont be so innocent any more." Beetlejuice said to the air. His shifty eyes scanned the room around him. Getting up Beetlejuice walked over to the only mirror in his house. There was only one because they weren't supposed to have mirrors in the first place, but he never did abide by the rules. Not when he was alive and not now. He looked himself up and down. His suit jacket was stained in his blood and torn in numerous places. There where grime and filth on the hem of his shirt and his pant legs were ankle deep in drying mud. He scuffed; to him he thought he looked fine.
"But I guess for you babes I could clean up a bit." He said snapping his fingers. His old tattered suit disappeared. In its place Beetlejuice was clad in a solid black hole free suit, which made him look rather dashing. Beetlejuice smiled, impressed by his choice. He adjusted his collar and turned to leave. Crossing the room in long strides, "Hope you're ready babes, 'cause here I come." he declared slamming his door behind him.
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Lydia hung up the phone. Her world was coming undone and she could do nothing. Grabbing the phone off the wall once more she dialled for a taxi. Hanging up for the last time she went to her room as fast as she could manage. She took an elastic from her dress and tied her hair up into a loose bun and walked over to her mirror. Lydia grimaced at her reflection. Her eyes were red and puffy, bruises were starting to appear on her arms, legs and chin, and the bottom of her nightgown was ripped and fraying in a number of places. The straps of the dress had stretched and no longer fit well, the black material hung around her body like an over sized shirt. Lydia pulled up a strap that had fallen down as she turned from her mirrored self. She grabbed her old worn slip on shoes and the longest coat she had, a black velvet dress coat, off the coat rack in the corner of her room. Throwing the coat and shoes on Lydia walked down the hall at a fast pace. Her worn out and battered legs ached with strain as she took her steps. She had to lean on the railing as she slowly stumbled down the stairs towards the front door. Opening the door a crack so she could see, Lydia saw the blue care at the end of her driveway waiting for her.
Lydia carefully made her way down to the taxi, making sure to look around into the darkness for any unwanted dangers. Being able to seeing the driver made her calm down a bit more. She got into the back seat and told him where she wanted to go. The driver eyed her oddly but didn't ask any question, he just started the car and started to drive down the road. Lydia sighed deeply resting her forehead against the cold glass of the window. She watched the ground pass by, the house giving away to trees, then to the highway and into town. It took a good thirty minutes to an hour to get where she was going. The car pulled up in front of the door to the hospital to let her out, she paid driver and quietly step inside. Inside the waiting room was brightly lit and warm. The white walls seemed to glow from the fluorescent lights, the old ugly burgundy furniture neatly lined up in long rows. She padded over to the reception desk and coughed lightly to get the woman's attention. The receptionist's smile was honey sweet. She had to be at least fifty. Her hair was chestnut brown with grey streaks running through it here and there. Her eyes shone with care and sympathy. Lydia licked her dry lips, something she did quite often when she as nervous. The older woman smoothed some rankles out of her uniform and Lydia could see the neatly placed nametag pinned over her breast, Glenda O'Reilly.
"Can I help you dear?" The receptionist asked, her voice oozing like liquid sugar.
"Uhm… yes I'm Lydia Deetz, I got a call about my parents." Lydia started not sure of what to say. The older woman slid her chair over to her computer and looked through a document search.
"Ah, yes here we go." Lydia swallowed. "All right, if you'd like to wait for a bit I'll call for someone to see you dear." Glenda said quietly. Lydia nodded sadly and walked over to a chair in the corner of the room. She folded her hands on her lap and stared at the floor.
Fifteen minutes, thirty, Lydia stared at one thing, got up, sat down. She watched people come in and leave. She wanted to see her parents. Her dad, Delia, she wanted them to be ok. Lydia yawned and stared back at the empty seat in front of her.
"Excuse me are you Lydia?" Lydia raised her eyes at the voice, looking through her bangs. Before her stood a man in his early thirties in a light blue nurses uniform. Lydia nodded. He smiled.
"I'm Richard Morris, I'm here to take you to see your parents." He told her in a sad, sorry tone. Lydia got up and fallowed him out of the waiting room and down the long empty hallway. Richard led her down the hall in silence through the emergency ward, passed rooms with closed doors and glass window. He stopped slowly and Lydia did too. He gestured to his right towards a glass window showing off a small room. Lydia stepped closer; inside the room her parents lay in separate beds facing her. Her hand shot to her mouth to stifle a gasp. They where pale as death, they had stitches and bruises on their faces, morphine packets by the bed, and heart monitors beeping slowly as the red line squiggled across the screen.
Lydia closer her eyes tears rolling uncontrollably down her cheeks. The nurse behind her placed a hand on her shoulder. "It'll be ok, they're going to make a quick recovery." He told her reassuringly but Lydia didn't believe him. Lydia sniffed shaking her head. Taking one last look through the glass she turned, leaving the nurse to stare sadly her from behind.
Lydia walked as fast as she could to wards the exit only slowing down when she almost ran into the automatic doors. She let them open and she walked out into the cold early morning air. The sky was lightening up just barley, the usual 4 a.m. fog rolling out onto the parking lot around her. Lydia hugged herself as she cried. How could things get worse? She asked herself hopelessly. Her parents where in the hospital, Barbara and Adam where gone to who knows where, and a crazed poltergeist was stalking her. She looked down at her feet and rubbed her arms. Her bun had long since fell out and her shoulder length hair fell over her face hiding it from the world. Using the back of her hand Lydia rubbed her eyes sniffling again. The wind was picking up and it was getting colder. Lydia started walking towards the end of the parking lot and a pay phone. She put her hands in her pockets and watched her feet walk on the pavement. The shuffling of her feet filled the air around her. The wind blew against her neck ever so lightly it made her jump. She immediately felt that some one was behind her. Lydia spun around but saw no one.
'OK, now you're just being paranoid.' Her mind told her but deep in her subconscious she knew she wasn't safe. Lydia picked up her pace and jogged towards the pay phone. She got half way when something caught her ankle and she toppled to her knees. A sharp surge of pain ran up her legs making her bite her lower lip. The empty parking lot lay out before her, no one was around but her. Lydia watched the darkness around her only to come back to reality when something soft grazed her out stretched leg. Here eyes locked into the dark patch of trees at the far end of the parking lot all the wile the light stroking moved up her thigh. It was like gentle fingers running along her skin. She could feel the hair on her neck raise. The light caresses travels up her back continuing to make tender circles around her spine that made her shiver. Lydia clenched her hands together. She felt a strange pressure against her back, the tracing lines moving down her arms.
…Lydia…Her eyes, which had been closed, snapped open. That voice, that horrible voice, the wind whispered her name and she head was him, Beetlejuice. Lydia began to breath faster. The tracing on her skin kept going, teasing her every sense. She jerked her body one way but was pulled back. Lydia began to struggle; the stroking fingers ran up the inside of her thighs, down her back, over her neck. Pressure, her body was being pushed back into the ground.
"NO!" Finally. Lydia screamed, her yell ringing, echoing into the distance. Then nothing. Lydia sat up. Nothing. She remained quiet, hardly breathing. Lydia let out a long sigh.
Beetlejuice smiled, his invisible being starting to materialize behind the young girl mere inches from him. Positioning himself slightly closer to her he ran one of his long fingers up her back and whispered in her ear making her stiffen.
"Miss me doll face?"
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A/N: Well this was fun. Would have been up sooner but unfortunately school, and writers block get in the way every time. Goss darn it! Hahaha yea I know I'm a bit hyper, I drank two cups of coffee and about a litre of kool-aid while writing this so forgive me. So here ya go, we're all caught up on where the heck everyone is. And by the way I've never hand to be in the hospital so I don't know what it's like, sorry if I got anything wrong. And I have to say sorry for spelling and grammar cause I suck at that any way.
Oh yea, no I'm not being dumb and yes I know her eye colour is brown. Shh that's part of the next chapter, you'll get why I did that. Smirk ok so I'd love more reviews on this so before closing the window click that small button in the bottom left hand corner and tell me what ya think.
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