Chapter Forty-Five: Remember Who I am

"I knew he was the father!" Beetle watched as Lydia's eyes grew wide, watching her big screen while eating some leftover junk food.

"Pffft! That was an easy one, Deetz! Anyone could see that dope was the kid's pop!" he cackled, pointing his half-empty beer at the TV.

"Easy? Why?" Lydia asked with a mouth full of candy, brow furrowed inquisitively.

"Are you kiddin'? The guy's ugly as hell. Just like that alien-lookin' kid he's got." he snorted, eyeing the scantily clad mother, who was currently pointing to her frog baby on a big screen and shouting obscenities. "The mom's pretty hot, though. Too bad the gene pool gave that brat the short end ah' the stick."

He sniggered, glancing over to Lydia, whose mouth was gaped open so wide she nearly dropped her food out of it. "BJ! That's awful! What if I had a baby like that some day? What would you say?" she asked, appearing horrified, but he more or less saw through it. She was basically being playful, and that's why what he currently had on his mind was making him a tad bit guilty.

"I'd say throw a paper bag over its head, Deetz." he cackled.

"You really need to be nicer, BJ." she scolded, though she was doing that cute little half-smile thing she did when she couldn't hide the fact that what he said was funny as hell. Too bad he wouldn't be seeing that smile much longer. That was why he had to do what he was planning. He was falling in too deep. He could barely stay a hateful prick to her anymore, and it was eating him up inside.

"Eh, I wouldn't worry about that, anyway. You'll do okay. I'm sure you'll get a decent lookin' guy to knock you up." he said, though it was a bit regretfully. Fuck, she really had a terrible effect on his brain. It was almost impossible to resist being nice to her.

"Maybe." she yawned, plopping her bag of candy on her nightstand. He'd been in there with her all day watching a shitty marathon about morons who couldn't put a Jimmy hat on, and it was the best damned pointless thing he'd done - just like the night at the club. He had to literally reprimand himself over and over, telling himself that he was just under her witchy love spell. She'd still taken everything from him, and that was unforgivable. Right? "It's like one in the morning. Wow, time flies when you're having fun, huh?" she smiled, turning out the lamp beside her. "I think I'm going to hit the hay, BJ." Lydia reached over, touching his arm affectionately. "Stay as long as you like." she said, and for a brief moment, Beetle almost thought it meant something deeper than sitting up and watching a dumb reality show.

"Uh, yeah. 'Night, Deetz." he spoke, clearing his throat. Would it be nice to stay with her longer? Hell yeah, it would. Of course, he wasn't that stupid. He knew that he couldn't betray himself, and all those years spent in the pen, seething in anger and seeking his revenge. Feelings or no feelings, he was going to finish what he'd started.

"Goodnight..." she simply said, not taunting him with the smug little I love you stuff any longer, which was almost worse than saying it. It was more sincere of her, and yet that good vibe he felt emanating from her was still the same.

He watched her fall fast asleep under the flickering light of the television, swallowing back that stupid spell he was under. He reached down inside himself, pulling up every bad memory and every justified reason to bring her down. He knew if he didn't, he'd never forgive his own ass for falling into such a miserable trap. A small, wicked grin began to spread across his lips as he eyed his prey one final time, remembering just who the fuck he was. If he could survive something like her, he could get through everything. He'd be so free, and most of all, he'd be a living, breathing human with awesome powers to boot. He'd be unstoppable.

"See ya 'round, Babe..." he grinned lecherously, sliding off the bed and away from the woman who was and always would be his mortal enemy.

...

Beetle stood in the middle of Delia's house of horrors, completely transparent and undetectable by any human eye. He rubbed his stubbly chin, floating about and scanning the building for security cameras. Luckily, it didn't take him long to find a storage area and a long hallway in the back of the museum that was a complete blind spot. He smirked, floating through the back door entrance for staff, noting that there was one small security camera pointing in from the outside. He grinned, licking his teeth as he pointed his trigger finger at it, blasting it to pieces.

"Perfect." he said, knowing that in order for his little plan to work he couldn't actually have proof that Lydia wasn't there. Therefore, she couldn't go back and bitch about being framed for the crime that he was going to commit on her behalf.

All down the unguarded hallway, various botched pictures and abominations reminiscent of himself lined the walls. "Eh, good enough." he shrugged, snapping his fingers and blasting them all away. "Alright. It's showtime." he cackled wildly, slapping his transparent leg, before bursting back in front of her apartment door.

"Now, let's see...Where's a good stashing spot? Where ya gonna hide 'em, Deetz?" he mumbled to himself, stepping through her front door and eyeing various areas. It needed to be obvious enough for even dumbass breather cops to find. "Ah-ha!" he exclaimed in a hushed voice, snapping his fingers and materializing a ton of Delia's now stolen artwork right into that big, pretentious walk-in closet of none other than the she-devil herself, a.k.a., Lydia Deetz.

He gently stepped in her bedroom, walking past her closet and peeking through the slits in the large double doors, smiling wickedly as he met with a gigantic pile of fancy clothes and really shitty, expensive stolen art.

"Uh..." Lydia moaned a bit in her sleep, causing him to whip around quickly. Luckily, she was just dreaming or some shit. He quietly walked by, taking one final look at her and swallowing back any of that bullshit guilt that tried to come back up. No amount of niceness radiating off of her was going to stop his ass now. She was done for.

He made himself tear his eyes away from her sleeping form, before waltzing into her living room, quietly whistling to himself in smug satisfaction, which was now taking over and consuming that pussyfied state of remorse he'd previously tried to wallow in. He picked up the phone, juicing it in his hand to automatically call the nearest police station.

"Heya...Eh, need to report a robbery...Yeah, pretty sure I saw it. Down by Fifth Street. You know that shitty art museum? Yeah, that one! I know the chick...Yeah. I can give ya her address..." he spoke, grinning like the devil himself.

...

"Alright, Deetz. We're almost there." Beetle glared her down through her bedroom door, before turning around and opening another small portal and snooping at his house through it. This time Lady Luck just stepped up and gave him a reach around, because the place was completely devoid of bitchy ex-girlfriends and freakishly massive penises. "FUCK YEAH!" Beetle said, though through his malevolent excitement, he was a bit to overzealous, which in turn meant, he'd said that loud as fuck.

"BJ? What's going on?" A soft, feminine voice hit his ears like a fly swat to the brain, causing him to whip around like he'd seen a ghost.

"Uh..er..." he stuttered like a stupid fuck.

"Wait, is that your place? Are you going back?!" Lydia asked, eyeing the hole in the portal, as he quickly slammed it shut.

"NO!" he instantly shouted, before even thinking. What was he saying? He HAD to go back now. His plan was already in motion. He couldn't force Deetz into marriage if the cops had already dragged her ass off. He needed that ring NOW! "I mean, uh, yeah. Just for a minute. Be right back." he said really fast, attempting to leave, but she grabbed his arm.

"Take me with you. You shouldn't go there alone. We don't want Trixy to call the cops on you." Lydia seemed to plead, her pretty face full of deep concern, which forced him to fight his guilt hard. He wanted to be a prick just to counteract all those shitty feelings trying to bubble up and spew out like a volcano, but now was not the time to stroke his ego. That could come later.

"Fine. Just help me watch out for Trixy, got it?" he huffed, as she smiled a bit, though she did appear worried. She knew something wasn't right, but it didn't matter now. She was already fucked.

"Hold on, Babe." he forced himself to remain calm, as she stepped up to him, clutching his side. He inhaled deeply, taking them both down to the Neitherworld.