Summer's here and I graduated from my university. That means I actually have some time to revise and finish my work. I have been thinking about Devil's in the Details a lot over the past few months and decided that I really wanted to revise it. I will be keeping the older version of it, so those of you who like the old version can read that, but this is something that I have wanted to do for a while. The story line will be pretty much the same. What I am really doing is adding and expanding. I wrote the first version in about nine days, this I want to take some time and really delve into characters.

I hope you enjoy the first chapter of my revision and as always, I love to hear what you have to say.

"I now pronounce you man and wife," the preacher rang out in his slithered tone. Lydia looked down at him as her eyes pleaded. This couldn't be happening, she thought. No, there is no way that this actually occurred. She turned to look at her groom and felt fear rising up inside of her. Beetlejuice, the ghost that promised to help save Barbara and Adam; in turn she promised to be his bride. She'd give anything to take it all back as she looked at him. He turned and smiled at her, but she shrank back from him, his smile molded as was the rest of him and she was afraid.

As Beetlejuice leaned in to kiss his bride they heard a noise from the ceiling and both bride and groom turned to look and see what it was. Lydia stared in horror as one of the massive sandworms came crashing into the room, Barbara barely visible upon its back.

Beetlejuice turned his hands up in horror as the monster opened its wide jaws and its second head came sliding out and swallowed him whole, leaving only the echoes of his screams left in the room.

"Oh Lydia, I'm so sorry I wasn't sooner," Barbara said as she walked over to the stoic bride. Lydia stared down into the hole that the sandworm hand left and let the blood red roses that she was holding slip from her fingers and fall down into the distant planet. Lydia felt the cool tips of Barbara's fingers stroke her face to comfort her, but she was far from herself.

"This can't be legal can it? I mean she's only a child and he's dead for God's sakes," Delia said when she finally clawed her way away from her sculpture. She turned to look at her husband Charles who was still white with fear and rolled her eyes.

"We'll pretend that it didn't happen," Delia said and smiled as she reached for her stepdaughter to pull her away from the motherly ghost.

"There is no way that this actually happened," Lydia said her voice solemn and faint.

"I'm afraid it did Kid," a raspy voice called causing everyone to turn and look across the room. The ghost took a drag on her cigarette and let it slip through the slit in the middle of her neck before she spoke again.

"He was eaten by a sandworm," Barbara said, "surely that means that she can't be married to him."

"Sure he was eaten," Juno said and nodded her head slightly, "too bad he was already dead to begin with or that might have meant something. Unfortunately for you," she said and pointed her finger at Lydia, "that doesn't mean a thing."

"So there's nothing I can do?" Lydia squeaked as she blinked her large deep blue eyes up at Juno.

Juno looked down at the girl and felt sorry for her. She was too young to have this happen to her, but rules were rules and that was one thing that Juno was great at. "Look, I'll keep him in the waiting room for as long as I can, but I will have to see him eventually and when I do," she took another drag on her cigarette and closed her eyes, "I will have to sign off on it."

"But why? Can't you figure out some sort of loophole?" Delia asked narrowing her eyes at the old ghost.

Juno turned and stared at the brutish woman with a sharp eye. "She entered into the contract with full consent and as much as I want to keep this from going through I can't. She had the choice and made it. Beetlejuice didn't force her in any way to agree to marry him, but she agreed to it."

Lydia looked down at the tarnished ring on her finger and felt the tears rise up in her eyes. She was seventeen years old and married to a dead sleaze. She wanted to run into some dark corner and hide away from everyone until she died.

"My advice," Juno said jolting Lydia away from her thoughts, "live your life. Do things as you would and try to get the most out of it. There will be a time when Beetlejuice comes out, it might be when you're twenty, but then again it might be when you're forty. Either way you can't change that fact, but you still have control on the rest of your life. Keep that and deal with the rest when it comes." Before anyone could say anything else Juno disappeared into a cloud of wispy smoke.

"Well you certainly got yourself into a fine mess," Delia said and wrinkled her nose in disgust at her stepdaughter.

Lydia blinked up at her, but she couldn't feel anything. She couldn't have cared less about her father, stepmother or the Maitlands right now. She looked down into the bright red lace of the wedding dress that was still on her. It itches, she thought at began to scratch lightly on it. As long as she didn't think about him maybe she could make it go away.

"I'm going to bed," she said and turned away from the room, away from Barbara, Adam as well as her father and Delia.

Lydia climbed up the stairs to her bedroom to get out of her wedding dress and go to sleep. Maybe I can just sleep all of it away, she thought and a flicker of a smile flashed across her face for a moment as she thought of mindless, dreamless sleep. An image of Beetlejuice crept inside her mind and consumed her thoughts and she gripped her hair tearing out the veil that was clipped on top and tossed it down the stairs. She turned around to watch the light lace float down to the middle of the stairs.

When she reached her room she closed the door and looked around. Her entire life had changed in just a few minutes. She looked at herself in the mirror, her skin pale against the bright red of her dress and raven black of her hair. She didn't look like herself and she wasn't even sure if she knew who that was. He'd ruined her, he'd ruined everything about her and now she'd have to sit and wait to see if he would come back or leave her alone. She was going to live her entire life in fear that Beetlejuice might come back for her.

Lydia's face contorted with rage as she reached up and clawed the fabric away from her skin. She didn't stop until each scrap of that wedding dress was in shards and she stood naked in her room, her breath ragged and clipped. She looked down to her left ring finger and felt rage bubble inside of her again. She had to get the ring off, any piece of evidence that she reminded her of Beetlejuice had to be destroyed. She twisted the ring, but instead of slipping on, the ring became tighter against her skin.

The rage that she had felt turned into panic as she twisted and yanked the ring only to find that it wouldn't budge. Lydia felt the ring squeezing her finger as she continued to claw at it. She sank down to the ground, the light in her eyes defusing and watched as the blood rose to the surface where she had clawed around the ring.

What's the point of trying, she thought and bent her head down. She was stuck with the ring and stuck with a constant reminder of what he had done to her. Lydia wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, but nothing came. Instead she sat on the cold wooden surface and stared at her image in the mirror. Her eyes were wide and wild and her hair stood out and tangled. Her skin was pale, paler than usual and she watched as the scratch marks she caused slowly come to life. Red scratches against the alabaster of her skin where she clawed the bridal gown away from her body. She bent her head down and watched as the blood dripped slowly down her left ring finger and splash onto the floor between her legs.