AN: Okay, a few things before we get this particular party started. If I offend anyone, I sincerely apologize . . . but I'm not gonna change it. This story might be jumped up to mature. Don't know yet. I'm only gonna say this once: Beetlejuice and Co. belong to Tim Burton. Any movies belong to their people. Any songs belong to their artists and label/record companies. Any books belong to their authors. Any brand name stuff belongs to their respective companies. Everything else, belongs to me. (Super-glomps to anyone who can tell me what the "chapter" title is from!) *NOTE* Okay, so I just read through this another time (I have no idea why I didn't catch it in the second and third read-through) and I caught some typos that would have annoyed the hell outta me if I didn't fix it.

Now, I give you the prologue of Stars.

Prologue: The Mirror Crack'd

"I'm sorry, Beetle. I really am, but you're not going to see her again."

"What the hell do you mean, I ain't gonna see her again?!"

"I tried to make it so you could, but they refused. The Powers That Be decided you needed this punishment."

Beetlejuice glared at Juno, with her look of pity. They couldn't do this to him. They couldn't take his Lydia away from him!

"So, what now, Juno? Yer just gonna flick yer wrist and all this will be forgotten?"

"No. You'll remember. You'll get to keep some stuff, as well. Supposed to be a reminder of what you screwed up."

"Like what?"

"The mirror, poncho, a picture, and the ring."

"Just fuckin' great. What's the mirror gonna do me? It don't work without the other one."

"The vanity will stay in that house."

Before he could come up with anything else, she flicked her wrist, and Beetlejuice found himself back in his Roadhouse.

Twelve years later . . .

Beetlejuice looked through the mirror at an empty bedroom.

Four years later . . .

He looked through the mirror at a boy's room.

Two years later . . .

He looked through the mirror at a dusty attic. He growled and slammed his fist against the glass, causing a long crack to form on both sides. His dark red blood pooled along the crack on his side. He threw the poncho over the mirror and refused to look at it ever again.

Nearly twenty years later . . .

Beetlejuice slipped the red spiderweb poncho off the mirror. He leaned his forearm against the cool glass. "Goddamnit, Lydia, why'd they have to do this to us?" The mirror suddenly began to glow brightly, and he fell through. He looked up to see a girl. Actually, more like a young woman. Her skin was slightly tanned, and she wore baggy black pajama pants, a dark pink shirt that said "Wings of Hope" in the corner. She had wavy, shoulder length dark honey brown hair, square copper framed glasses. She had the tip of her long slender index finger in her mouth, and her grey-blue eyes framed by long dark lashes opened wide in surprise.

AN: This story has been clawing at my brain for a month! Anyway, I hope you like this new girl as much as Nights and Derrick! Next chapter won't be up till after Christmas.