Amantes mortem (Beetlejuice x reader)

11.You were there

(Art is not mine)

Beetlejuice POV:
I watched as their figures disappeared into the late-night fog, and with them so does my composure. The man turned around as he witnessed his possible victims flee. The tension thicker than the fog immediately cut through as he wiped around. The cold blade aimed near my cheek, my eyes cutting as I pursed my lips.

"Who do you think you are?" The man spat at me. He was drunk but this man was weak. He had no muscles. I slapped the knife away ignoring the stinging pain as it cut my palm. I glared at him as my bleeding palm-held his chin tilting it up to look me in the eyes. His pupils were heavily dilated.

"The ghost with the most," I whispered coolly in his ear as my pronged tongue flicked near it. My hair slowly grew to a deep crimson. My free hand made a clenching motion by muscle memory.  His eyes flickered over to it, small amounts of fear flickered in his iris's. I smirked licking my elongated teeth, feeling both my own heart and his race. "And the man who's gonna make you pay." I spat no longer prolonging this future with vapid teasing.

"Pay what ?" He growled rolling his eyes, thinking I didn't see his pinprick pupils quivering like an infant canine. Pathetic. I thought cracking my neck.

"The devil's toll.~" He shook terrified, as I placed my other hand on his fear. I closed my eyes focusing. "Now let's see what your worst fear is."....I focused in mentally... Ah, it's Blizzards. I snapped open a pathway to the Netherworld ensuring it was specifically in the tundra. "Today's the day hell freezes over ."

He thrashed before I dropped him into the portal. I leaned in, "I'll be back to pick up the little kiddo soon!" I cheered to the residents in a sing-song voice. Snapping it closed. I slumped on the ground as my hair shifted to a pale purple muttering to myself. After collecting myself I stood up and began to wander around for the two of my friends.

Y/n POV:

My body stiffened as we went back into Lydia's room, she collapsed into tears as she clung to me. I knew for a fact now she didn't want to die, she just wanted the pain to stop. I sigh stroking her hair my heart at a mellowed race, I gave a weary smile to the fragile girl. The same weary smile he gave me. I've been in scarier situations before. She apparently hasn't. Sobs racked her body as she began to lay on my lap. I chuckled hoarsely as I hummed. She fell asleep later on as I shuffled allowing her to rest on her bed as I left for the guest room.

I huffed running my hands through my hair. My head pounded from the stress. Laying down, I swallowed two sumatriptan's dry as I had gotten used to it. I pulled the blankets over me as I yawned, but I couldn't sleep. My own body racked with intense fear. My mind racing, noises blurring into soft murmurs.

"Y/N !"

My train of thought snapped as all attention flickered towards him. My eyes widen as the recognition fell into place through my groggy mind. As he stood panting at the doorway.

"Beej! Oh god, I'm glad to see you're safe." He flung himself at me, now onto me and my bed. The roots of his hair were pure white as his calloused hand ran over my face and arms.
His eyes were wide, almost frightened and worried. He clenched his teeth like he was holding back sobs.

"Y/n I'm so glad to see your safe! You are safe right?" I chuckle tiredly and wrap my arms around him. I pet his hair calming it back down to a pale green and blue.

"I'm fine, just a little shaken." He sighed into the crook of my neck and wrapped his arms around me. "Thank you for being there Beej," I mumbled into his hair as we both fell asleep.