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Entry tags:	bug juice, fanfiction

Title: Bug Juice
Rating: Mature. Language really.
Summary: When someone is looking to take out some revenge on Lydia's ghost-friends, her world becomes more strange and unusual than it was before, and in a way Lydia isn't fond of. Movie-verse.

A/N This chapter took forever but I took a little bit of a break and then it was hard to get back into writing mode again but once I was there I was unstoppable haha. I would also just like to add that I have seen Juno twice now because it is AMAZING. No joke. Also, interesting little tidbit, this is just 805 words shorter than chapter three, because I know you wanted to know that *grin*


Other Parts
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four"


Chapter Five

Hours later, Delia's sobs finally died down but it was much later when Lydia finally heard the shouting down stairs cease as well.

She had no idea what had upset him, but she heard he was blaming her and that made a smirk appear on Lydia's face.

Maybe that knee in the nads did some permanent damage.

Still, amused at the thought or not, she was very afraid to go down there... but she was also starving. She hoped her parents would wake up soon and then she could just send them down for some food.

Looking over at them, she watched them sleeping soundly and envied them. She wished she could sleep, but she wished for a lot of things really. Wished she could just go back in time and they could stop Betel Geuse. She wished she hadn't gotten into the car with Kise, she could have gone some where else... maybe a neighbor. Would they have taken her? She liked to imagine they would.

None of those things could come true, though, and she knew she was too late. But still, she wished more than anything that she knew where the Maitlands were.

Her stomach gave a very loud growl and she uncurled herself from the tight ball she had tucked herself in. Her body was so stiff from staying in that position for the past few hours as she was keeping an eye on the locked door. Her bare toes touched the cold floor and she shivered.

It was so cold out and she was still wearing that stupid dress. The flimsy material didn't keep her very warm. A glance at the clock told her it was five in the morning. She felt like she might pass out from how tired she was, but she was not about to let herself fall asleep yet. Not with those things outside and not with those men inside.

As Lydia opened the door slowly, she was thankful for her step-mothers hatred of anything cliche, including squeaky doors. It was very convenient when you were trying to sneak around because there were two dead people in your house.

She was tip toeing toward the stairs when she caught a whiff of her body odor. The dress smelled like Betel Geuse and her hands and neck still smelled like zombie. Combined, she thought the smell could only be described as "Death" and it made her want to shower.

Not only did she want to shower, she needed to shower. Her feet were horribly dirty from the little run she took a few hours ago and she knew she probably resembled a worn out Gothic-Hippie.

So she turned and went to her room. Only she did it as carefully as she could, because Kise was napping downstairs on the couch and she was beginning to grow almost as nervous around him as she was around Betel Geuse.

Wondering where Betel Geuse was, she tip toed to her room and opened the door. What she saw answered her question and she almost woke the bastard in her surprise. Quickly, she slapped a hand over her mouth and tried not to gag.

Now I'm going to have to wash my bed sheets. And they had still smelled like Jack too. You asshole. She wanted so badly to go over there, push him out of her bed and demand he clean her bed sheets after tainting them with his nastiness, but she was able to stop herself knowing that that would more than likely not end well for her.

For the moment, she would have to deal with the alternative, which was using the other bathroom. She would give up her room for now, but once he left she was reclaiming it and letting him know what was what. Hopefully.

Though she was seething inside, Lydia walked around her room as quietly as she could, going through her drawers and closet for some clothes to change into. She was walking to her bathroom to get her tooth brush when she stepped on something that had sharp corners and dug into her foot.

Hopping on her unharmed foot, she hissed and muttered how it hurt so damn much and sat down at the end of her bed. Glancing over at the jerk off, she was thankful to see he was still sleeping soundly.

She cursed under her breath when she lifted her foot and saw a thin line of blood. "Son of a bitch." She muttered and then looked for the cause of her pain. What she found was Betel Geuse's coat and she wrinkled her nose.

"Great. Now I'm going to get like five million diseases." Lydia wanted to run to the bathroom, wash her foot out and put it in a gallon of disinfectant... but she was also curious to see what Betel Geuse was carrying around that was sharp... and to see if it was something she might steal from him should it be a handy dandy knife or something along those lines.

It would only be fair, considering everything he had stolen from her.

Dropping to her hands and knees, Lydia crawled to the greasy jacket and began to search the pockets. She gagged when she felt something slimy and looked in a different pocket. Her hand touched something cold and she recoiled in surprise.

With a look back towards the bed to make sure he was still asleep, Lydia slowly reached back into Betel Geuse's jacket and wrapped her hand around the cold object. It felt like a cube and it fit right into the palm of her hand.

Bringing it up to her face, she saw her reflection in the black-green cube she held. It reminded her of the color of beetle shells. The glass, if that was what is was made of, was opaque and she wondered what it held. It puzzled her that Betel would own anything even remotely pretty.

Lydia was looking at her own reflection in the glass when she saw something move behind her. Turning quickly, she jumped away when she saw Betel Geuse standing over her with a look on his face as if the delicious looking beetle he had just eaten tasted like spinach and broccoli cream pie.

Backing away, her mouth hung open in fear, fear of what he might do when he looked like that.

Betel Geuse reached down and gripped her arms, he pulled her up so that her gaze was level with his. Her toes barely touched the floor when he shoved her back against the wall. Looking at him through wide eyes, she didn't dare speak.

"Don't you go near them." He whispered and she wished he would shout instead.

"I-I didn't know -" She stammered out.

"Shut up!" His voice raised and he shook her as if to better communicate with her. His voice dropped again when he put his face closer to hers and said, "A man's got his privacy. Don't fuck with mine."

"It was an accident I swear, I was just -" Her excuse was interrupted when he pushed her away from him and shook his head.

"You disgust me."

Lydia watched him leave her room and anger flared in her, replacing the fear that had been there only seconds before. She followed him out, ignoring the pain in her foot as she stomped after him.

Betel Geuse was standing at the top of the stairs, but other than that Lydia didn't notice much. Everything else was blurry as her hands shook and rage took over. And when he looked at her with his eyebrows raised as if he was surprised to see her following him, she did all she could think of and pushed him as hard as she could. He shouted and on the edge of her vision she saw Kise jump awake, but she wasn't going to look away for anything.

She watched with glee as he tumbled over himself and grunted until finally his roll was over and he lay on his back at the foot of the stairs. Deliberately, she walked slowly down the steps and her gaze never left his. When she stood finally over him, she wanted so badly to squish her dirty foot into his face and to spit on him, but instead she leaned over him and despite how she trembled, she was feeling brave.

Whispering so that only Betel Geuse could hear, she told him, "But that? That was on purpose."

Then she turned and walked back up the stairs. She knew very well that it would only be a matter of time before he got up and paid her back for that one, so now was probably her last chance to take that shower.

---

Betel Geuse ground his teeth together from where he lay on the floor. It had taken so much will power not to grab her by the hair and bash her head into the steps when she had leaned over him. And now, he heard the shower going and it was taking so much will power not to get up and storm into the bathroom and drown her.

He hated forcing himself to be calm, but he couldn't lose it. He still needed her... but he was going to remember this moment as soon as he found a way to get his powers back without her.

Anyone else, he could have just dealt with them. If she was anyone else, he could have just gotten rid of her annoying ass from the beginning, because that was stuff a Bio-Exorcist got away with and that was stuff that was a-okay to do.

But not with her.

He couldn't even scream at her now because he had spent the whole night shouting and his throat was sore.

Sitting up, Betel rubbed the back of his neck and ignored Kise's offer to get her back for him. The man seemed way too eager to be doing things for him when it came to his wife.

"Did you get the books?" He asked quietly and frowned when Kise shook his head. "Well go get them, I'll see if this place has any fucking beer or not."

He watched as Kise drew a door on the living room wall and stood up once he left. If he had his powers back the pain would not be there for so long, but he didn't have his powers and so his back was sore as hell.

I could fucking kill her some times. She has no idea how lucky she is that she could still be of some use.

He stumbled into what he thought was the kitchen and looked for a light.

Fucking little bitch.

Searching through the fridge, he found only one beer and decided to drink it and just tell Kise he couldn't find any. As he opened it and took a swig, he wondered why Lydia hadn't seen Barbara when she had found the Nox Box. That was who she had in her hand and she hadn't even realized it. Just thinking of it that way was putting Betel in a slightly better mood.

Of course then he moved and pain shot up his back and he was soon in a horrible mood again. Back pain certainly was a mood killer.

Damn, he had had a hard on when he had her shoved against the wall in her room. The way her eyes had been so wide and how she was breathing hard when he grabbed her. It was out of fear, but when he had been so close to her body he was remembering how she had breathed hard when he was over her and her hands had rubbed over the body he was borrowing. It should have been his body.

His cock twitched in his pants and he tried to think of something else, but he heard the shower upstairs and couldn't stop from picturing her naked with all that water running over her.

"Stop it."

He had pushed her away because of those thoughts. Betel had wanted nothing more than to pick her up again and throw her onto her bed. He wanted to show her it had been him that night and then maybe, maybe she would stop with the damn running away and kicking him in the balls thing.

But there was a chance she wouldn't.

There was a chance she would be unlike the chicks in his world and not appreciate how amazing he was in bed. There was a chance she would get his powers and then try to destroy him. It scared him to think of her having all the power he had, because she would use it on him. He knew she would.

And that was why he had pushed her away from him. That was why he had forced himself to tell her she disgusted him.

But then, when he thought of how little self respect she had with that Jack-ass - haha good one, that was a great joke. I'll have to save that one for next time she bitches at me. - he did grow a bit disgusted with her.

He always thought she was the type of girl who could stand up for herself. I mean her best friends are ghosts for crying out loud. You think she'd be more... I don't know... sure of herself. Less... scared.

The shower stopped and Geuse went out into the living room and sat in what was becoming his usual seat.

He pretended to be reading his new handbook when she passed but once her back was to him, he looked up and watched her walk into the kitchen with her chin held up high.

Watch out, little miss queen coming through. Betel Geuse thought with a smirk.

Setting the book down, he took his beer can and stood in the door way to the kitchen.

He watched her for awhile as she moved about, he had no idea what she was making but it looked like a bunch of long worms connected to each other. Then he remembered that he was in the mortal world and they don't generally eat that sort of stuff. So he figured it must be noodles.

She was doing a fine job ignoring him, but as she filled a pot with water, he saw how her hands shook.

"I'm starving and really need to eat, so I'd appreciate it if you would go away so I don't lose my appetite."

Betel raised his eyebrows in amusement when her voice cracked and leaned against the door frame, folding his arms across his chest. He continued to watch her in silence, seeing just how brave she was.

Damn, she is terrified of me.

Good.

The pot was placed on the stove, Lydia turned on the heat and then she just stood there, pretending it was so interesting to watch water boil.

She heard movement behind her and froze, knowing he was walking towards her. Searching the counter with her eyes, she tried to calculate how quickly she could snatch Delia's chopping knife but she was interrupted when Betel's hand wrapped gently around her wrist.

She began to breathe hard again but didn't dare turn around, she was doing good at keeping on a brave face but if she met Betel Geuse's gaze, she knew she would break. She was so exhausted.

Betel was leaning against her, his stomach pressed against her back and his mood was improving again when he felt how her hand trembled in his grip.

Leaning forward, he couldn't help but smell her newly washed hair. He wondered what that smell was called, whatever it was it smelled fantastic.

Lydia thought she might puke when she heard him sniff her and she was beginning to lose her appetite again.

"You smell..." Betel began, and then his voice hardened, "like a used whore."

She could feel him when he moved her damp hair away from her ear and his face was so close to hers. She remained staring into the pot of water on the stove and wished she had just tilted her head back and drowned in the shower.

"I'm gonna getchya."

It was whispered into her ear and she shivered involuntarily. Then the grip left her hand and he left decided to leave her alone. For the moment.

---

Lydia found a tray to put three spoons and three bowls full of steaming ramen on and walked through the living room. She felt Betel Geuse watch her and was ashamed that she was growing red in the face but she avoided eye contact and walked up the stairs, careful not to spill the food she had just had to endure an overwhelming dose of Betel Geuse to make.

She knew her parents weren't feeling well when her father didn't say a word as he accepted his bowl and Delia didn't even question having ramen for breakfast. Lydia wished her dad would pace the room and she wished Delia would comment on how badly the meal tasted. It bothered her so much that they had no fight left in them. It bothered her about as much as knowing she didn't have any fight left in her.

"Pumpkin, you look like you're about to fall asleep right into your ramen." Her father spoke at last. Lydia looked up at him and realized she had been looking off into space with a spoonful of dripping ramen poised half way to her mouth.

"I didn't feel safe enough to sleep." She said quietly, not wanting Betel Geuse to over hear how weak she was.

"Well if he was going to do something, you think he would have already." Delia tried to comfort her, but Lydia saw right through that pasted on smile. It was one she was used to receiving and knew full well how little feeling there was behind it.

"I'll sleep once I'm done eating." Lydia told them. It wouldn't worry her as much if her parents were awake and she would rather skip the meal and head straight for bed right then as the food tasted like ash in her mouth after her little encounter in the kitchen, but her hands wouldn't stop shaking and her stomach was growling. She needed to eat and so she forced the noodles down.

At last her bowl was empty, and Lydia took it to the kitchen, doing her best to ignore Betel Geuse again when she passed him in the living room. She was curious what he was doing in there and when she got to the top of the steps, she dared to look over her shoulder at him so see what it was he was reading.

But when she looked at him, he was looking back and she was frozen where she stood. His gaze held her in place and the intensity of that gaze held a promise. She was beginning to tremble again and she forced herself to look away. Lydia stood there for a second more before she went to her room and locked the door.

Betel raised an eyebrow, turned back to his book and rolled his eyes. The girl was melodramatic and he sure as hell wasn't about to put up with someone like that in his free time. He had things to do...

Okay maybe he didn't at that moment. The book he was trying to read was really boring since he'd gone through it three times already in his search for some loophole.

Of course, in his world there almost never was. But there was still a chance, which was why Kise really needed to hurry up and get back with those books. If Betel had had his powers back, he would have been back already ten times.

Amateurs. You know I hate 'em.

Betel tried to stop getting distracted and slouched down into his chair, determined to read the chapter over again.

"On the wedding night, try not to be alarmed at the sudden loss of powers. Instead, welcome this new development as a stepping stone for your marriage. Likewise, do not alarm your new wife/husband and calmly explain to them what is about to happen.

Having enough of that shit, Betel flung the book away from him and wished he could just burn it.

He looked at it where it lay on the floor in front of him and nudged it further away with the tip of his foot until he was satisfied with the distance between him and the book of Beezebul.

Of course, just because I don't have my powers, doesn't mean I can't burn it...

Betel smirked and searched around the room with his eyes. Where did mortals these days keep the fire making stuff... matches right? Fire making was one of the first things he had learned to do with his powers. What a wonderful day that had been.

Getting lost in his memories, Betel shook his head and tried to come back to where he was sitting in the Deetz's front room.

He stood and picked up the book before looking around again. A search of the walls proved disappointing, as did a search of the drawers in the end tables scattered around.

Pacing around the room, he glanced over to the door way to the kitchen and figured it was time to move on. He loved the kitchen, so many tools in there to be used in so many wonderful... creative ways.

Then he remembered his little episode with Lydia in there not too long ago. She had been making something that smelled disgusting, the things the living ate!

Betel walked to the stove and tried to remember how she had made it turn on. There were fancy knobs and there were a lot of them. He had been way too focused on the way she smelled.

"Like a used whore." He muttered under his breath, as if to remind himself but he was already lost in the memory of how she really smelled. It wasn't flowery like the damn soap in the jail, it was... a smell that he couldn't quite place anymore. A smell he had been fond of when he was alive and now he had no idea where to even begin to find that smell again.

Unless I sneak into her room again. Betel thought with a smirk before realizing he had let his eyes drift close. Snapping them open again, he looked around to make sure no one had noticed and remembered he was the only one in the kitchen.

He looked down at where his right hand was around one of the knobs on the gas stove and tried to remember what he was doing.

Get it together.

Tightening his grip, he twisted the knob and he remembered with a grin when the blue flames shot up in the front right burner.

Raising the grate on the stove he put a corner of the book to the flame with a large grin on his face, the blue flames reflecting in his wide ice blue eyes.

The grin faded as he watched the blue flames shoot across the book, but couldn't smell any burning or see anything being harmed. He watched in fascination as the flames enveloped his arm and he was frozen for a moment before he realized he could feel it burning him.

Flinging the book away from him, the grate crashed back down onto the stove as he ran to the sink and turned both faucets on all the way and flung his arm under the stream, patting out the fire as quickly as he could. There were holes now in his favorite coat and his arm had patches of red skin and those patches really fucking hurt.

He wished his powers were back. He had been beaten up just in the last day or so and he was getting sick of all the pain he was in.

I feel like I've been trampled by a pair of elephants, eaten by a pack of wolves, then they all decided to shit me off a 6,000 foot cliff.

Bastards.

"What the HELL is GOING ON!?" He heard the shout from behind him and turned around before he could get the guilty look off his face. There in the doorway to the kitchen stood Chuck Deetz holding dirty soup bowls and looking at a flaming book on the counter that was catching Delia's designer drapes on fire.

"What? Nothing!?" Betel tried to tell him, but Chuck was ignoring him as he pushed him out of the way to get to the sink. Betel watched him turn the water on, pick up a fancy looking spray thing and aim at the book and drapes.

Well if I had known about that... Betel thought bitterly, not too happy about being pushed out of the way, but in too much pain to really do anything.

Finally the fire was out, and Chuck turned on Betel with a look he wouldn't put up with if he had his powers back.

"Look, whoever you are I'm pretty sure you're from Adam and Barbara's world - "

"Score one for Chuck! Only took him four years but let's give him a round of applause people!" Betel said with a grin and his arms extended towards Charles.

Charles pushed his arms away and Betel was reminded again of the pain in his right one.

"We aren't going to settle for this. I am Charles Deetz and I do NOT settle! I'm getting a lawyer, and you can be damned sure he'll beat any lawyer you can come up with from your place." he said, poking Betel hard in the chest.

Betel rubbed his chest and decided to keep his mouth shut as the man walked out of the kitchen.

"I just wanted to get rid of the book dammit. I didn't know it'd catch your whole kitchen on fire." He muttered, but Charles Deetz had already exited the scene.

---

"Don't you go near them." Betel Geuse whispered and Lydia wished he would shout instead.

"I-I didn't know -" She stammered out. She leaned back in the chair she was sitting in as Betel Geuse glared at her from across her fathers desk.

"You haven't even asked her if she would care to explain how she let that happen!" Delia said from where she was standing beside Betel Geuse, looking every bit as angry as him. "A responsible young woman like herself should know better..."

"I can't explain." Lydia found herself saying before she could stop herself, and suddenly she had a dreamy smile on her face. "One minute we were saying 'hey' and the next... we were on cloud nine."

"Oh but Lyds." Betel Geuse said, leaning forward in his chair. His voice was softer and he was wearing his black and white striped suit. "I can literally take you to cloud nine."

The desk was gone and Betel Geuse and Lydia were laying next to each other in her bed.

"How did you do that?" Lydia asked, not bothered by the proximity of the man beside her.

"Babe, I'm the ghost -" He began but Lydia was quick to stop that little rhyme and put a finger over his lips.

"Shh, everyone's asleep. Remember?" She said with a smirk. Betel frowned and pushed her hand away from his lips. "Aw, don't pout. A girl gets sick of the same rhymes over and over Beej." She said and laughed at the nickname she had given him.

"Yeah? Well I got a bunch, just been waitin' for the right time to use 'em." Betel took a glance at their surroundings and nodded, "Yeah I got some for right now I think."

"Oh really?" Lydia asked, leaning back into her pillow. Betel leaned over her and had a delightful little smirk on his face. She found that it excited her when he lowered his head closer to hers and she could feel his lips brush against the tip of her ear.

"I'm gonna getchya." His voice was a harsh growl and Lydia tried to pull away, but somehow she was stuck.

"Where's Jack?" She whispered, trying to meet Betel Geuse's eyes but he kept his face turned away from hers.

"He left me a message to give to you." Betel said and stood up, he began shaking his head as he backed out the door. "Just stay away from me."

Then someone was hammering nails into her door. No, that wasn't what is was.

What the hell is that? Lydia thought as she sat up from her bed, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

"Come on! You slept all God damn DAY!" And Lydia realized it was Betel Geuse, and she had just been woken up from one of the most weird dreams she had ever had yet. A glance at her clock said it was noon and she felt like she could sleep for the next hundred years.

"Shut the fuck UP." Lydia said sleepily and snuggled back down into her pillows. There was a rule in her room - "Don't mess with me when I'm sleeping!"

"Don't - what - don't tell me to shut up!" Betel shouted, completely taken back that she wasn't going to just listen to him and get up.

"Shut up." She said louder this time mostly just to piss him off. "I'm getting my beauty sleep."

"We don't have enough time for that kind of sleep!" Betel said and pounded on the door again. It occurred to Lydia that it showed some respect to her on his part that he didn't just use his powers to blast open her door, or appear in her room. Especially considering she had pushed him down the stairs that morning. It puzzled her. "Just get up!"

"Make me!" she shot back, not ashamed to resort to childlike responses in her sleepy state.

"No, because I'm actually... polite... and.... I don't just barge into peoples rooms!"

Lydia sat up, an angry look on her face and she had the most foolish desire to snap her fingers and say "Oh no you didn't." But thankfully she refrained from doing that.

"What? You were in my room this morning and thanks a lot by the way. Would it kill you not to go dive in a pile of horse shit and camel spit once a day? You owe me clean sheets!"

"Camel spit? Wha - just nevermind about that! Look, I just need to - talk to you." Betel Geuse ground out, forcing his voice to remain calm. He had no strength left in him to pound her door down and that would only be embarrassing and let her know that he didn't have his powers.

"That's too bad isn't it, because I am done talking. If you need me while I go back to sleep, I guess I don't give a shit." She said in a way too cheerful tone.

"Come on, I'm reaching out to you. You know, trying to lessen the tension, so just come out and let me ask you a few questions."

He was answered with silence and Betel ran a hand through his hair, gripping it and forcing himself to remain calm. Probably something he should have done from the very beginning.

"I won't swear. If that's what you want. Sometimes I can get a little carried away I guess." He forced out a laugh and wished he could just open the door.

Again there was silence.

"Why won't you just answer me!" He asked, getting frustrated at being ignored. He pounded on the door again, "Is it so much to ask for just a little RESPONSE!?"

Silence.

"YOU JUST MADE THE LIST!" And then he kicked the door, swore loudly because it really fucking hurt his foot, and then limped away.

He would just have to find the damn TV remote himself.

---

Delia and Charles Deetz, having heard this little exchange, were smirking as they watched their captor limp down the stairs. They didn't know what he was looking for, or why he had a hair up his butt, but they didn't care. They were just amused at how much their daughter seemed to piss him off and he seemed to not be able to do anything about that.

"I've been thinking Delia."

"Mhmm?" She said, recognizing that now was an inappropriate time to make sarcastic remarks.

"And I think this may be the same man who tried to marry our Lydia before. I mean, the dress was the same and all... but last time the Maitlands had saved her and I think something happened to them."

"Yes... and last time I was blind through the whole little wedding service so I didn't see what happened and they never explained who he was... but I did see that man before and he was extremely dirty Charles. This man is kind of clean."

"Yes, and much more of a potty mouth to be honest." Charles nodded.

"Maybe..." Delia began and nibbled her bottom lip before continuing, "Maybe he's just a very bad, insane impostor."

Charles was silent, mostly because he disagreed with his wife and didn't want to start an argument.

"Whoever he is, Lydia is obviously familiar with him and he with her." Delia told him.

"What makes you say that? They aren't very friendly to each other for being familiar." Charles said, not liking the idea of his daughter being familiar with a man like that at all.

"No I mean, I think they've met before... in the past. Briefly maybe, but I think they've met. Just the way he knew her name and she screamed that weird word at him... Bug Juice or something."

"Beetlejuice." Charles corrected.

"Regardless, maybe you're right."

"Yes, I think I am."

They were silent for a while as Charles leafed through a magazine and Delia worried her bottom lip.

"So what are we going to do?" Delia asked.

Charles set his magazine down and sighed. "We tried calling the police Delia, but the wire's been cut or something. I'm in no shape to be fighting off mad men and so I was thinking we would wait for Lydia to get up from her nap and..." he lowered his voice to a whisper, "have her make a run for it."

"How?"

"The windows." He said matter-of-factly.

"That scarred man nailed them shut, Charles, and our tools are in the garage. I'm scared that he has access to tools like that. He seems like a really unpleasant man."

Obviously, he's helping keeping us hostages in our own homes. Charles thought, but instead said to his wife, "Which is why we're finding a way to get Lydia out of here."

"I know! But what if something goes wrong?" Delia asked and before Charles could answer someone else shouted from the living room.

"Shut up! I'm watching my shows!" Betel Geuse told them, unaware of what they were talking about but it was really annoying the way he could hear their little mumbles.

So Charles and Delia kept on their conversation in whispers and got no where with their planning other than dizzy from all the circles then went in.

---

Having proved triumphant in his search for the holy television remote, Betel was lounging in his usual chair flipping through the channels. They weren't the same channels as at his place, but he recognized a few of the shows.

Settling down with an old episode episode of Mad TV, he allowed his mind to drift away from the unhelpful book, his ungrateful little wife, and whatever was taking Kise so long.

---

Hours later, Lydia was once again woken, but by a loud bark of laughter this time rather than pounding on her door and being screamed at.

Rubbing her eyes, she tried to concentrate on why she was hearing such loud laughter considering the state her and her family were in. It was deep and almost charming in the way that it sounded so relaxed and happy and that only confused her more.

It wasn't her dad's laughter, she knew his laugh well enough and the laugh was very unlike the horrible shriek of Betel Geuse. She wondered if perhaps it belonged to Kise.

But what the hell is he laughing at? It better be something really funny to have woken me up.

Getting up, Lydia unlocked and slowly opened her door to peak out. She couldn't see anyone, but the laughter was louder now.

As she tip toed to the stairs and looked down into the living room over the railing, she could only see Betel sitting in the living room. She watched as he hit the arm rest of the chair and let out a bark of loud laughter after Jon Stewart delivered a class-A joke on the TV.

Lydia was shocked, and there were several things from this scene shocking her, but after getting over her initial shock of Betel being the owner of that nice laugh - or anything nice come to think about it - she noticed his hair.

His hair had settled down to rest around his eyes again, and it wasn't ruffled like before. If anything, it looked like he had combed it and looking at the end table beside him, she could see a comb near the remote.

Now she was really confused, and she didn't want to move, afraid she would interrupt the scene she had just walked into and send Betel into a yelling fit again.

Taking tentative steps towards him, she was amazed at how entranced Betel Geuse was with the television. Either that or he was ignoring her. She stood behind him, waiting for his laughter to die down, which didn't happen until a commercial break.

And then she had some news she needed to break to this new Betel Geuse lounging in her living room.

"I have to go to college."

Smirking at how obviously she had startled him, Lydia didn't back down from the glare he was shooting her over his shoulder.

Ah, we're back to nasty Betel again now that someone is in the room apparently. She thought and waited for a response from him.

"From what I understand," he said, turning back to the tv, "you only have to go to school when you're under 18 - I think. It's changed since I died but I try to keep up. Anyway, college is a choice from what I understand. So chillax babe. The only place you're going today is crazy."

"Yeah and I have the perfect tour guide don't I?" She said.

"Huh?" Betel asked, cocking an eyebrow at her.

"Nothing."

Betel shrugged and turned back to the tv, not letting her ruin his good mood.

The commercial break was over and Lydia found herself entranced along with Betel in Jon Stewarts wonderful charms and she didn't notice as she took a seat on the couch to get a bit more comfortable.

There was no more laughter from Betel as he sat there, barely able to pay attention to the man on tv but trying to figure out what his wife was up to to be down here with him. Whatever it was, he wasn't going to fall for it.

And it really pissed him off that she was taking Jon Stewart time from him.

"Was there something you wanted?" He asked.

"Shh." She said, not even glancing at him to shush him and Betel felt his face beginning to redden.

Picking up the remote, he chucked it at her in order to get her attention and watched as it connected hard with the side of her head.

"Gah! What the Hell!?" Lydia asked, rubbing her head. She still had a lump on the back of it from her fall the day before and now she would probably have another one on the side of her head.

"Thanks a lot, asshole!" She said, and chucked the remote back at him. Betel's reflexes weren't exactly quick, and she had a rather good arm so the remote him in the forehead as well. There was a lot of anger behind that throw too, and the most recent reason was that she was going to get behind on her college classes because of a madman who thought he was funny.

"Son of a bitch! I was just trying to get your attention, you already had mine!" Betel said, throwing it back at her but not aiming this time and it hit her lightly in the side.

"I don't really give a shit." She hissed at him. Standing up, she whipped the remote one more time at him for good measure before stomping away angrily back up the stairs to her room.

"I thought you had to go to college." He shouted after her in a mocking whine. She slammed her door and that was the only response he got.

Betel glared up the stairs and wondered what the hell he did to make her have a hissy fit and remembered he was the one who threw the remote control first.

So, she didn't have to be a big baby about it. he thought bitterly. Crossing his arms, he tried to go back to watching Jon Stewart, but all he could think about was how Lydia was the biggest baby in the world and should just get over herself.

His pouting session was interrupted as the door Kise had drawn earlier began to open. Betel jumped up, ready to let Kise know how pissed he was for taking all day.

"What the hell, you left this morning! That was... it's..." How long had it been?

Kise walked out of the green mist and Betel noticed he was very empty handed.

"I know, I've been gone twelve hours. Believe me, I'm aware."

"Whatever... Where are the books?" Betel asked, his eye was starting to twitch.

"Your place, I couldn't risk taking that much government property to the mortal world."

Betel looked at Kise lounging back on the couch and tried not to flip out, as yelling would only worsen his head ache.

"Look, if you could just tell me what the issue is without forcing me to ask all the questions, I would appreciate it."

Kise nodded and sat up, knowing that when Betel spoke with his "calm" voice, that was when you really needed to be on your best behavior.

"I was held up because of all the policy guards running around. You stole three Nox Boxes, set free countless of notorious prisoners and Juno is missing. These kind of things don't just go unnoticed."

Betel didn't say anything, not appreciating feeling as though he was being lectured.

"Considering all the posters I saw around with your face on them, I am betting they suspect it's you behind everything."

"Well I suppose I do have a reputation..."

"Exactly, but they don't know where to start looking without Juno." Kise said.

Betel shook his head. "They know about my past with the Maitlands, and when they find out how inactive they've been lately, they'll search here."

"Then where are we going to go?" Kise asked, standing. He watched Betel pace around and noticed when he pulled his hair, that it didn't stick out all crazy like before but instead settled back down around his eyes, as if it was thicker.

"Let's go back to my place... they don't know it's my place anyway. They still think it's some tubby little perverts place. Yeah... okay so we take Lyds and I say we just leave the lame wads here, because they're more trouble than they're worth and I think they can manage on there own."

Kise couldn't exactly understand all of what Betel was saying and so waited patiently for some directions.

"Kise, go tell my wife to pack up please." Betel said distractedly.

Thrown off from his sudden politeness, Kise was sure he had not heard him properly. "What?"

Sighing, Betel shook his head and said in an irritable tone, "Forget it! I'll do it like I do everything else. You make sure the Deetz's know we're leaving and not to stay up waiting for us."

Used to the commanding tone, Kise followed Betel up stairs and they went they're separate ways, though privately he wanted to linger behind to watch the scene unfold between Betel Geuse and Lydia. Knowing them, though, the neighbors would probably be able to hear their shouting so he would not be missing out.

Betel slammed open the door, mostly on accident as he figured she would have locked the door or put something in front of it, but apparently during her little fit earlier she had forgotten to be cautious. Damn he loved it when she made mistakes.

"What the hell!" She shouted, and he smirked when he saw he had just walked in on her getting dressed. Holding the dress in front of her chest modestly, Lydia was beginning to blush through her extremely pissed off look on her face and he had a big grin on his face when he noticed.

"Come on, it's not like I haven't seen it before." He said, taking a few steps towards her, but she took a few steps away.

"Stop it, stay away from me... I disgust you remember?" Lydia said desperately, wanting him to just leave her alone more than anything.

Betel stopped in his tracks, realizing he must have hurt her with his words that morning. Then wondered why it mattered.

It was totally deserved, because she had hurt me. Physically. A lot.

Noticing he was distracted, Lydia tried to rush past him, but Betel reached out and caught her wrist. When he pulled her to him, her hand was jerked away from her chest and part of her dress slid down to reveal a black bra.

His eyes roamed hungrily over what curves were exposed despite how disappointed he was that she was wearing a bra. He watched how her chest rose and fell and was mesmerized that with each breath her chest would rub against his with how close he had her pulled against him. A tremble went through her body and he misread it as desire, not taking in how her eyes were shut tight.

Unable to resist with her so close and so yielding, Betel brushed his lips across her shoulder and when he glanced up at her neck, he was pleased to see his mark was still there.

The taste of her was intoxicating him again and because she wasn't pushing him away like the day before, he knew he still had it. She still wanted him.

But Lydia was frozen in fear and that fear worsened as his lips roamed and his hands held her tight and though with each breath she rubbed against him, she didn't feel like she was getting enough air.

Trailing his fingertips up her arm, he realized he was being as gentle with her as he had when he was "Jack," but he reasoned with himself that it was because he knew it would only be her second time and if he rushed her she might get all squirmy again, in the wrong way.

He hooked a finger under her bra strap and pulled it over her shoulder, urging her to let him undress her, but she stood still and Betel didn't like that. More than anything, he hated being ignored, and he knew if he had made her squirm and moan in that kids body, he could damn well make her scream and shout with his own.

If she would just stop being a stubborn little brat. He thought, getting annoyed as he kissed his way up her neck and she still proved unresponsive.

"Knock it off, I remember how you were last time." He murmured in her ear and smirked when she shivered. "'Please.'" he said, mimicking her voice, "'Just touch me dammit. I want you so much. Be gentle!'" Betel nibbled on her ear lobe, "'So good. Mmmm, let's do that again.' Well babe, I'm ready to do it again, how 'bout you?" He asked, reaching down to give her ass a good pinch.

Lydia pushed him away, struggling to get away from him and she didn't seem to care anymore as her dress feel and she stood before him in her underwear. All she could think of was how much she wanted to stab him again and again and again, and she wanted to know what the hell he thought he was saying.

Betel decided to give himself an eyeful as he figured after his little teasing it would probably be awhile before he got to see his favorite parts of her again.

"You're sick. You were... why would you watch Jack and me?" Lydia asked, feeling humiliated.

Betel chuckled and shook his head, moving to her dresser. Pulling out the drawers, he dumped her clothes on her bed.

"Why would I sit back and watch when possession is so easy?" He asked, placing her suitcase on her bed and began to stuff inher clothes in a very unorganized manner.

Lydia watched him pack her clothes in silence before what he said began to fully register.

And then several things he had said before began to register as well.

"Come on, you weren't complaining last night!"

"The bedroom would be a little repetitive"

"Come on, it's not like I haven't seen it before."

"Oh my God." Lydia covered her mouth, though she felt like she was still unable to fully process it. "Oh God. ...You're just bull shitting me, right?"

Betel Geuse looked up at her and raised his eyebrows as he shoved her clothes down as far as he could.

Straightening, he gave her a small smile. "Sure." Then went to her bathroom to find her smell good stuff. Being so close to her had reminded him of how she smelled, and he wanted her to bring that to his place so she always smelled like that.

"Betel Geuse, I know it's difficult, but it's time to stop being a prick. Just answer the question seriously and next time you just want to talk to me at noon, I'll... talk. As long as it's just talking and nothing gross." Lydia said, as she followed him.

Betel just smiled at her as he picked up random bathroom supplies, and Lydia felt like stabbing him again. There was so much rage in her, and she knew it couldn't be healthy.

"I'm serious. It's your turn to be serious now. Stop being a brat."

Betel still said nothing to her and dumped her shampoo and conditioner bottles in her suitcase.

"Is this payback for this morning? Because that's really immature." She told him.

Throwing her toothbrush and toothpaste in with her things, Betel still said nothing as he went around the room, grabbing various of her things.

"Why are you packing my things?" Lydia asked, starting to get confused and forgetting that he had just pissed her off by walking in on her changing and then tried to feel her up like some pervert.

"Because I'm taking you to my place."

"Oh sick." Lydia said wrinkling her nose. It probably hadn't been cleaned... ever. Then she realized she would have to be leaving her home. No, I can't do that. I won't know where to hide. She could feel herself begin to panic and tried to count to ten.

"Ouch. See, you have that kind of attitude and then you wonder why I don't want to talk to you. Hypocrite much?" Betel asked, carrying the last of her smell good stuff he could find out of her bathroom.

"What?" Lydia said, and decided to focus on her anger. That made her panic less the more she took out her frustration on the jerk off responsible for it all.

"I'm a hypocrite? You're the one packing all of my bathroom stuff probably so I don't end up stinking your house up and yet when is the last time you showered."

"I'm dead, I don't need to shower like the living do."

"Who ever told you that was lying. Because honestly, you smell like shit."

Betel was struggling to zip her suitcase closed as he looked up at her and winked, "Better stop talking so dirty, it's kind of turning me on."

"You're a pig. I'm never eating again now. Thanks." Lydia said, and picked up her dress from the floor.

She had been about to pull it over her head when Betel quickly snatched it away from her.

"Knock it off ass hole." She said, pushing him away from her. Betel just smirked and pulled her to him.

"I told you to stop talking dirty. I might take advantage of my rights as a husband." Betel growled into her ear. Lydia was tired of him touching her and placed her hands on his arms, trying to push him away. Her eyes had drifted closed when his lips had descended on her ear and she quickly snapped them open only to see Kise standing in the door way.

"Betel - Kise." She muttered, hoping to distract him away from her.

Pulling away from her, Betel turned back to see Kise and Kise quickly took his eyes off of Lydia's chest and said to Betel. "The Deetz's have been informed and are... well... unhappy."

Indeed Lydia could hear her father and Delia shouting in their room and glared at Kise, knowing he must have locked them in their room.

"You're leaving them here?" Lydia asked, the panic feeling coming back again.

Betel gave her a look and she could see how irritated he was getting. "What would I do with Chuck and Delia? We don't need them anymore."

"I do! They aren't disposable, you don't just use someone and throw them away!" Lydia said desperately.

Looking around the room once, Betel fixed her with a hard stare again and told her. "Get dressed and bring your suitcase downstairs. And don't take for fucking ever."

Then Kise and Betel exited the scene and Lydia was left once more wanting to push them both down the stairs.

---

"Kise?"

"Yeah boss?"

"You know I just got married, right?"

"Yep, I was there." Kise said helpfully, wondering if Betel was losing it.

Refraining from snapping at him Betel continued, "So I think we can both agree that when I disappear into a room with my wife that... it would be polite if you knocked. Is all."

"But the door was open... and we're leaving..." Kise told him, starting to feel bad. He couldn't believe he just blocked his boss's cock. He's going to hurt me so bad. "I'm sorry man, I didn't mean to interrupt you."

Betel shook his head, "Just don't let it happen again."

Kise nodded, and though he was thankful to not be on the receiving end of Betel's rage again, he secretly wondered if he would be paying for it later. It was unnerving to see Betel so calm.

Probably because he's getting laid.

Taking a seat on the couch, Kise was about to ask Betel if he had found any beers in the kitchen when he heard a door bang open upstairs. Turning in his seat, he saw Lydia struggle with her suitcase as she descended the stairs. He thought it would have taken her at least another hour to get ready.

I need to apologize to her too for interrupting their fuck fest. Damn I feel rotten. Kise thought, taking in her disheveled appearance.

Lydia looked at the two men sitting in her living room and thought bitterly how they were both the biggest ass holes in the world. It was obvious how she was struggling to get all of her shit down the stairs and there they sat gaping at her like she was some uninvited guest.

They were still staring at her when she finished her battle with the stairs and stood before them, and she was feeling disgusted as Betel's eyes roamed over her and she wished more than anything she wasn't afraid. She wished she wasn't afraid of creatures that roamed outside her home, that she wasn't afraid of the men in her home, that she wasn't afraid of what they might do to her parents and what they did to her ghost friends.

I'll cooperate for now, but someday I'll make them both pay. Lydia vowed silently as she watched Betel stalk towards her.

"Stay away from me." She warned him and Betel surprisingly stopped, but she saw that smirk on his face and knew he was up to something.

Looking between the both of them and feeling a bit awkward, Kise tried to excuse himself into the kitchen. "I'm gonna see if there's any beers left. Want one? Anyone? No?"

"They're all gone." Betel told him over his shoulder, "And don't bother looking around the kitchen. Draw a door again, we're leaving."

Kise wasn't too bummed, he knew there were plenty of beers at Betel's, so he got out a piece of chalk and went to work.

"I have to say good bye to my parents." Lydia said, turning to go up stairs. Betel grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

"Get your stuff. I'm not on your schedule, you're on mine. We're going now." Betel pulled her away from the stairs and Lydia slipped her hand out of his grasp.

"Get off of me. I'm not your toy, and I'm not one of your disposable pets either. I do whatever I fucking want to - and that's something I learned from you." She snapped at him.

His anger was beginning to flare again, and it had been quiet for a long time. "No, that's where you're wrong. You are my pet. And I'm taking you home, where I can play with you whenever I fucking want to."

He snatched her hand again and pulled him after her. "Kise get her shit."

"Get off of me!" Lydia screamed at him, suddenly changing her mind. I'll take zombies over you any day!

Betel ignored her and led her to the door that was flooding green mist every where. She was scared. She couldn't go there, that's where the dead people went.

"Dad! Delia!" She screamed, and then she was dragged through the door and she couldn't remember anymore.


A/N Before you ask, there's a reason Betel is bi-polar. That's all I'm saying without giving too much away. I would also like to add that I am the queen of run on sentences. BOO-YA!