Ok so this is a very long very Beetlejuice orientated chapter. I know i am a bit rusty writing wise but hopefully, after all this time i can still do him justice as a charmingly disgusting pervert. I hope you all enjoy and if you could do a chapter review i would be most grateful.
"Well, this sucks," a gruff voice said to the all-encompassing darkness. "I should have known they would be waiting for me, Juno and that pair of suckers. But how the fuck did they get the drop on me?" He asked himself as he shifted in the dark void. It was just in prison after another for him and his body ached for freedom. It ached for any physical sensation. As he trapped, floating in a void of blackness which seemed never-ending. He had tried to escape it many times but as of yet, he hadn't found a way.
When they had captured him, he had been weak and vulnerable for the first time in his afterlife. The sandworm had drained him of most of his powers, but they had begun to gradually return as the wretched creature died. It was kind of cathartic. When its huge serpentine body, began to bloat from decomposition and he burst out of it like a creature from Alien. he had certainly enjoyed that part of it at least.
He had bummed around the more seedy parts of the netherworld for a while, as he slowly began to get his powers back. But it wasn't long before the vengeance was all he could think about. He decided to give The Maitland's a call and teach them just why no one Fucked with The Ghost With the Most. But as always revenge became his downfall as that's when Juno set her trap. "Oh well, it was worth it, seeing the look on Babs' face". Beetlejuice chuckled to himself, as he remembered how he had sent the Maitland's on a long 'vacation' to sandworm land. That in itself would have seemed like a fitting punishment but after the way the wedding had ended Beetlejuice really wanted the pair to suffer. So Adam and Bab's went splitsville as he turned them into tiny and hideous monstrosities. Their new forms were works of art really, that only the sickest mind in the Netherworld could think up. Luckily the sickest and dirtiest mind in the Netherworld belong to Beetlejuice and though he was down and out, he still had a flair for all things sickly. But just making them monsters wasn't quite enough. They had split up his marriage so he thought it was only fitting to split them up good and proper too. Sending each person to the opposite ends of the great sandbox, that constituted sandworm territory. They would never find each other, not without being eaten first. If they did, hell they certainly wouldn't be able to recognise each other. Now that would be the ultimate torture for the sickeningly cutesy couple. He let out a howl of laughter which reverberated around his onyx prison until it sounded like a pack of wild dogs. It had been a sweet little piece of revenge, he had even left a note for little Lydia if she ever came back to find them. He doubted the little brat would ever come back, as she was long gone before he swung into to think of it, the house was almost empty. The whole Deetz clan including the little brat looked like they had jumped ship a while ago.
How long had it been? 5 years, 10, 20? He wasn't very good when it came to mortal time. When things in the afterlife passed by so quickly it was easy to forget where you last left off. Of course, there were those who possessed the ability to rearrange the linear matrix. They were few and far between but they did exist. These individuals could live in the netherworld and could still keep track of the human world in real time. They could slip back and forth as the pleased, most of the time.
Beetlejuice happened to be one of those gifted few. But most of the time he was too lazy to keep track and spending the last 4 or so years inside of a damn sandworm will make you lose touch with reality.
"How old must she be now?" He asked himself as the image of Lydia as she had been when he first met her popped into his head. The little Squirt looked as if she had reached puberty but she still looked young. To him she looked about 14 or something like that though in reality she was about 16. "I bet she has a good pair of tits on her now" he sniggered to himself. When he met her it was obvious that she had tits but he didn't have a clue if she was well endowed or not because of all the baggy clothing the girl wore. "I bet she has curves in all the right places" he said imagining Lydia the body that rivalled both Vampire and Elvira. He imagined her dark, soulful eyes looking up at him with purpose and a type of hunger that can only the living can feel. He imagined her biting down on her full, ruby red lips and a look of need took over her as she pressed herself against him. He could practically feel her breasts under his bloodstained fingertips. He imagined a little blush rushing to her pale cheeks as she muttered his name "Beetlej…" He imagined cutting her off by stealing a kiss from her soft crimson lips. He could practically see her, looking at him with such longing as she lowered herself to her knees. He imagined her languidly and infuriatingly running her hand along the front of his striped trousers. He groaned to himself as he imagined her eagerly undoing his belt buckle and…
Things had spiralled out of control very quickly. He had gone from feeling that damn itch again, in a state of vague arousal. To suddenly reaching a level of excitement he hadn't experienced in years. He quite literally blew his top, as a high pitched screech filled the stale air of his prison. Beetlejuices' head spun around like a notoriously sickening fairground ride which accompanied by the high pitched screaming of the damned was quite a thing to see. It was about a minute or two before the whirling stopped and he had control over his body and extremities again. Any iniquitous stains disappeared into the never-ending darkness of his cell, luckily never to be seen again. "Wow" he said trying to catch his breath, which was pretty odd coming from a dead guy. "Who would have thought that little Lolita could have got things going quite that much" he chuckled to himself. Oddly enough it was the most 'excited' he had been in a very long time. Even the pro girls at Dante's Inferno couldn't get him going like that. A small part of him wondered why his reaction had been so explosive. Yet it was quickly ignored by the rest of his brain, "I might have to look her up when I get out of here" he said with a serpentine smile.
It was at that exact moment when he noticed something had changed around him. He didn't know if it was just his rotten brain in a post-orgasmic state of hyper-awareness. But something was defiantly different. It wasn't so dark anymore, it was still black as pitch but there was enough light for him to see himself with. He could see his hands, his feet, his suit, everything in a sort of silhouette against the darkness. Whereas before the darkness had been all-encompassing, so dark and thick that he couldn't see anything so he had to survive on touch. As his cell was basically an empty eternal void in space, quite similar to a black hole. The only thing Beetlejuice could do was touch himself. Yes, it certainly passed the time but he longed for another sensation.
He looked around and he could have sworn he could see the tiniest slither of light breaking the darkness. He stood up and ran full speed at the small speck of light. Stopping with a crash as he made contact with what seemed to be a wall.
"That's funny I don't remember that being there before" he muttered, straitening out his now bent nose. if he had known about it no doubt he would have tried everything in his power to break it. So now he knew his prison wasn't just an empty space. There was a wall and any wall can easily become a doorway, with the right spell. He could almost taste freedom but as he pushed all his weight again the wall. Nothing happened. He tried various other things, small spells here and there. In the end, he gave up and swore revenge on it and walls everywhere. He slumped down onto the floor in defeat, there was nothing he could do to escape. Whatever magic was holding him there was too strong and he was too weak to fight it. He still had a long way to go till he got his juice back to full capacity.
Them he remembered the small shard of light that has captivated him earlier. Frantically he searched the wall until he found it. It was a little piece that seemed to look into the outside world. The wall didn't have any holes in it. As far as he could feel it was all completely smooth and yet there was that little pinpoint of light. It was almost as if the wall had been coloured in on one side and the clumsy artist had missed a spot. It was about the size of his eye and he eagerly pressed himself against it.
All he could see was white, white linen, white floor, what looked like big white boxes. That was it, no defining features, not a bug, no real details. Just a clinical whiteness which was almost as bad as the black vacuum of his cell. For a long time, he sat by that little spot in hopes that something would come along and cure him of his boredom. A piece of dust caught in a beam of sunlight, something, anything. He didn't care if it only lasted a few minutes or a few seconds it would be worth it. The one day something happened. A small spider wondered its way into view. Beetlejuice was so happy he couldn't help but shriek. To his delight and surprise, the spider reeled back almost as if it has heard him.
"Hey you come 'ere, I've got something good for ya," he said invitingly. Weaving what little magical influence he had into his words. The spider half stumbled, half walked up to the hole in the wall and just stood there in a dumb stupor, waiting for orders like a brainwashed idiot. With a simple click of his bloodstained fingers, Beetlejuice took possession of the spider.
The spider shuddered and twitched for a second before things about it began to change. It had been a plain black had now grown bold white stripes which sat along its natural black until it looked identical to the striped of his suit. Its eyes changed too, instead of being 4 pairs of black beady little eyes, it now had just one pair of a brilliant bright green. He looked back at his cage and realised exactly where he had been banished too.
"A mirror, a fucking mirror!" he said in outrage, the little spider body began to shake in rage. "They bound me to a damn mirror and they thought it could hold me, HA," he said with an obnoxiously loud laugh. But as he studied the mirror he realised that they hadn't just bound him to it they had covered it in something. He reached out to touch it with one of his many arachnid arms anticipating to feel the cold, smooth surface of the mirror against his skin. "OW what the FUCK!" he shouted as his skin began to bubble and blister as if it had doused in acid. Whatever this mysterious coating on the mirror was (probably some sort of ghost proofing) he knew wouldn't be able to remove it, even while possessing another form. This meant that he could get out like he had hoped. Sure he could escape every once in a caged bird is still a caged bird if it couldn't fly completely free. Any excursions would take a lot of energy and would be limited to the close proximity of his magical influence. He would have to build up how far he could run before the possession wore off and he was sent back to his dingy prison. His best bet (if he wanted to stay earthbound) was possession or the very basics. He found it quite insulting that he would have to stick to beginner stuff like non-corporeal apparitions and atmospheric changes.
It made him feel cheap and easy, like the newly dead suckers he so often scammed. Things went on like this for a while, each day he practised his influence just a little bit more. Sometimes he managed to make it to Adam's model town. Which was something he really enjoyed fucking with. Unfortunately, Dante's Inferno no longer resided in the land of plastic but at least it was a change of scenery. He enjoyed messing with the model, uprooting trees, hiding bug corpses inside the model houses. Putting the model people in dirty and compromising positions, it was a good laugh. But more than anything he loved the feeling of freedom he got from being there. Ok, he wasn't really free, 90% of him was still stuck in that damned mirror. But what little influence he could have on the outside world was comforting. He enjoyed the feeling of wood under his feet, the sun as it shone on his back and the brilliant crunch as he bit down into his beetly meal. That was something he had really missed in his time of isolation. He missed Beetles almost as much as sex and that was really saying something.
It was fun being able to roam about like this even if it felt like he was on a leash, only ever able to go so far before the magic wore out. But most of all he missed the interactions with other people. He would never admit it out loud, but he missed having someone to talk to other than himself and the few bugs that he saved. Though in all fairness the bugs were pretty much a one-note score as you can't really have a conversation with something that only says "Help me" and scream. So most days he sat or rather floated by the window just waiting for something to happen.
After a long time, something did indeed happen. Beetlejuice had been hanging out by the window trying his best to manifest into something that resembled his old form. He managed to get the hair down, the tufts of dirty blond hair were just right. Sticking up in the air and a mess so much more intense than a normal deadhead. His skin still grey, mottled with grime and miscellaneous greenery that collected at his mouth and hairline. His eyes were an abnormally bright emerald green. He couldn't quite manage to conger up his smile or any other of his facial features. In fact, anything below his eyes line was invisible and he knew he would have to work harder on it. He had spent so long stuck in a prison be that made of flesh or glass, he began to forget just how he actually looked. Kind of ironic now he thought of it, forgetting his reflexion while stuck in the mirror.
He sighed to himself and trained his focus on the weather outside. It was dark and gloomy and he could almost taste the rain in the air. It was then that he spotted a small figure making its way up the path of the house. From his vantage point up in the attic he couldn't see much of the person other than they had a motorbike and were dressed to the nines in black. He saw the person look up at him, pause for a moment and then make their way up the hill. "Finally some entertainment" Beetlejuice said to himself" before he disappeared into the mirror. Awaiting the inevitable altercation with whatever fleshbag had come to visit.
A good amount of time passed and Beetlejuice got a few chances to study his new victim, taking full advantage of his possession skills to do so. Unfortunately, he could only possess the small things. He had worked his way up from bugs and spiders, to mice but the latter wasn't particularly plentiful or great for hiding. So he stayed with his classic spidery form and studied his victim. It was a woman, he was rather pleased about that and she had a very odd taste in things. Though his eyesight was limited to the short range of what a spider could usually see. He found the new additions to the house quite to his liking, the tombstones in the LivingDead room. The velvet drapes, the big empty house it was all quite to his liking. Then one day he managed to capture the girl's attention. She had been throwing things around inside a closet he lowered himself down from the top of the closet. Determined to see this woman in more detail he hung from a thread as he watched her frantic work. "What is she looking for? And why is she talking to herself like that?" Beetlejuice muttered to himself before realising that he was doing it too. He looked down at the girl and noted her pale skin, her jet black hair and her mountain of black clothes. He tried to listen to the girl's ramblings and sobs. It would seem that she was looking for a mirror and he knew just where she could find one. He strained his eyes to see the girl and realisation dawned upon him.
"Deetz?" he asked himself just as the woman looked up at him. He spun out of control in surprise of seeing this girl, no this woman that he had been looking for. He quickly climbed back up his rope of silk in the hopes that he could trick her into choosing his mirror. There were about 3 hidden away in the attic but he was positive he could make her choose his. After all, he wasn't called The Ghost With The Most for nothing.
He nervously waited for her in the attic, hoping to hell that she would check here next. He dumped his little arachnid body choosing instead to be his invisible non-corporeal form. It didn't take long for her too reach the attic and Beetlejuice happily lead the way to his mirror by making a small 'divine' dust devil show her the path. With that, he returned back to his place of imprisonment and he waited as he felt the mirror shift and move. He waited until it was put upon its stand and the woman began to clean the toxic muck from its surface. With each wipe of the cloth, the image of the woman became clearer and clearer until he could see her with perfect clarity.
"Oh Fuck" he whispered licking the dry scaly remnants of his lips. "When did she turn into... well this?" he asked himself as Lydia Deetz sat in front of him. He took a moment to take her all in. Her lips had filled out and were now full and luscious with just a slight red tint to them. The colour popped against her skin making them look incredibly biteable and inviting. Her skin was the same as it had always been, pale as the dead. As a kid, he thought she looked as if she were borrowing mortuary makeup. But now it looked so natural he couldn't imagine her anyway else. Her hair had changed since the last time he had seen it, gone were the sharp bangs and the straight but messy locks. Instead of gorgeous, defined curls framed her face along with a sloping layered fringe which lightly swept past her cheekbones, merging perfectly into the curls. Her hair was a beautiful ebony with the slightest blue sheen to the ends. He could see her face was more defined now. Time had sculpted it to make her more elegant and her neck all the more kissable.
He could have sworn she looked right at him her eyes the colour of melted chocolate. they were lined with a Smokey black which, as a kid would have it had looked overpowering for her small face. But now it seemed to make her eyes smoulder. He couldn't see the rest of her because of the damned mirror frame and he would have killed just to get a peek at her body. She was so much more refined and beautiful than he had imagined her and all he could think about was getting to see more of her.
He was taken by surprise as Lydia raised her hand as if to put it against the glass. If things worked correctly in his favour human contact with the mirror would weaken the binding spell. Hell if she wanted it enough it would break the bond entirely. But she would have to fall in love with him to break that break the spell entirely. But considering how disastrously their last meeting had gone he doubted she would want to jump his bones anytime soon, more's the pity.
"That's right babes, come give old juice something to play with" He chuckled getting ready to feel the pull of magic on him. But when she put her hand on the mirror nothing happened. "What a crock, I've been waiting all these years for this?" he shouted angrily not noticing that Lydia had wiped something off the mirror. He was in the middle of a rant about how useless humans are when he felt a wave of energy hit him.
It was Lydia, her palm once again against the mirror. "Oh, that's right babes give me all you've got" he muttered, his hand reaching out to hers until only the thin pane of glass separated them.
He muttered a few words and he could feel something begin to happen. It tingled and crackled along his skin as sparks began to fire from his fingertips. He felt the magic flowing through him, pulling at every single part of him until he felt back to normal…well as normal as Beetlejuice could get. Lydia has given him the energy transfusion that he so desperately needed to get his powers back. His juice levels were the highest they had been in years and he couldn't help but burst into manic, uncontrollable laughter as the wave of intoxicating manna overtook him. It felt good, no more than good it felt great. He could feel the effects of the binding spell lessen its hold on him as he was filled with Lydia's energy. It was as if he had tapped into a vein and was drinking from her very life source. "Now that I have to try next time," He said to himself with a small chuckle.
Before his eyes Lydia began to change, her beautiful brown eyes looked dull and glassy and her skin had taken on a grey quality to it.
"Sorry Babes it's just a pick me up and i need it more than you" he whispered as he looked back at Lydia as he looked back at the drained woman in front of him. He was surprised she was still here, to be honest. Usually, when he pulled that move on a human it would kill them. But for some reason she was still fine, ok she looked ready to drop off to sleep but she was still breathing, wasn't she.
He watched as Lydia got up from the dresser and climbed into bed, the tiredness evident in all parts of her body as she positively sagged with tiredness. "There's something more to you Deetz and I'm gonna find out just what it is" he said to the now unconscious form that was Lydia. He licked his lips with his serpentine tongue as he thought of all the pain and devious ways he could make dear Lydia suffer. He knew he had to make her pay for how their wedding ended but he didn't know if he wanted to make her pay with pain or with pleasure.