Just Say My Name

Chapter 1

"Don't worry, baby. She meant nothing to me. Nothing."

"Your wife over here, how did you get so lucky?"

"I guess it's been about 600 years, where can a man get some relief?"

Beetlejuice is always so enthusiastic like this about women. Why wouldn't he? Beautiful eyes, and smile, and they are open to one-night stands.

He liked both sides, though being around since the 1500's it was harder for him to find the right person.

That is until he met Blake.

Beetlejuice was almost on his knees when he saw this guy. Light skin, Black hair, red tips, brown and blue eyes in that order, slender, sexy figure. Best of all, he was a German-born Witch.

BJ had convinced Blake to love him over time, but nothing lasts forever. Especially for a demon.

Now, after the whole wedding unfolded and failed miserably, Beetlejuice had tried to forget Blake by distracting himself with slightly hot chicks.

Of course, doing just that is like self-harm, it works for a little bit, but the real problem is still eating away at you. It's not like Beetlejuice hasn't dealt with his share of parasites before.

Beetle would stroll down to the bar, grabbing a nice shot of bourbon for his usual. Only every time that he was summoned, something else always had to bother him, he could not catch a break.

"Hey, Ben. 2 shots." The barman nodded, and within a couple of seconds, the glasses slide down into Beetle's hand. 

Another day came and went. Heh, bottom's up. Beetle drank his bourbon when someone decided to sit down right next to him at the bar. 

"Sorry, not interested."

"Well, hello to you too, Bee."

The demon's eyes flashed in recognition. None other than Blake Collins. 

"What are you-" Blake's finger rushed to his ex's mouth.

"Hush, no one knows I came back. I'd like to keep it that way."
Beetlejuice dimmed to a whisper.

"When did you come back?"
"Two days ago."

BJ looked around, "Well, let's get the Hell out of here. I know a place."

"Perfect." Blake trotted right out of the bar with him.
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Soon, they found themselves at Beetle's run-down shack he calls home. It was still very nostalgic to Blake. I couldn't tell you why.

"Well, make yourself at home, Hexie."

Blake promptly sat down on the pullout couch. Had a few spiderwebs and old pillow cushions, but he didn't mind.

"I have a job coming up, Blake. I don't think you should help me."
"Oh of course I can. I can give you potions, wardings, spells, anything."

"Why are you being so nice?"
"I have no idea. Just woke up from my coffin and decided to come to you."

"Sure. I won't peg you for answers."
"No, please. We have all the time in the world, BJ."

"Why come back to me? After all these centuries without you?"
"I'm sorry for that time, meiner klein Teufel, but you need to understand we were both hurt that night."

"Do you think I CARED?! I loved you! No one treated me the way you did..." Beetlejuice grabbed another drink to diverge his expression from the witch.

"You know what? You can stay here. I don't give a shit. Help yourself, I need to go."
"Beetle-"

"No, Blake. I've done fine without you for this long. Leave it be." The demon teleported out of the witch's sight.

"You never knew that I could still read your mind, Bee."
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Beetlejuice was alone in the cemetery close to where he was buried. He'd never forgotten anything about Blake. Anything at all. 600 years couldn't do shit.

Centuries earlier...

"I can't Beetle."
"Why not?"

"Because you held me back. I could have saved that girl."
"Someone could have seen you, you would have been killed!"

"She was innocent!"
"So are you, Hexie!"

"So maybe I wanted them to fucking kill me!"
Beetlejuice was silent. What the fuck happened?

"Everyone is after you. After me. I don't want to deal with it anymore."
"You think I chose this? The only conscious decision I made was to stay with you. No matter what. Have I seriously fucked you up that badly?"

"It's not you, BJ. I don't wanna hold you back. At least you're still a little human."
"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying goodbye."
"Blake..."

"Goodbye, meiner klein Teufel."
"Blake..."

The demon had never been this scared. Ever. Not for himself, not for Blake. Not for anyone. But this was Blake's choice, he had to leave it alone.

A few years later, Blake Collins was reported dead in 1758. He had fallen victim to the Salem Trials. Instead of killing himself, Beetlejuice drank heavily. He had no one to stop him now.

He died a year later due to a liver collapse. The long line of dead victims didn't anger the demon in the slightest. BJ had no one. Nobody to talk to, nobody to come home to, so he just waited patiently.

Every now and again, he'd show up to the living world, wreak some havoc and leave. Over time, Beetlejuice still drank the drink called loneliness, but he figured it was better than drinking alone.

He hadn't seen Blake since that night and never heard from him.

"Well, these jobs just keep rolling in, don't they?"

400, 500, and 600 years pass and Beetlejuice was now a regular in the living world. After the wedding scandal, after being summoned again, only now did Blake show up. But why? Where was he?

Why didn't he say something? This was all of his thoughts, just rising to the top like buttercream. He guessed a lot of shit didn't change. Especially in Blake's mind.