| Ghost of Chance, Part Two Thanks for the positive feedback on Part One. I honestly didn't think it'd get read at all~ ^^ Beatrice Mendeleeve had been a petite young girl, long black locks and sad blue eyes and usually in the habit of wearing blue summer dresses that ended at her knees. She had been her father's little girl, and when a sudden divorce left his head spinning she'd stuck by him through it all. Her preference of girls was obvious but never really brought to attention, though most of the people in the town in which she lived found it charming. She was the town's sweetheart, she'd even spend time with the local construction workers when they were on lunch from time to time. They'd given the girl her own hard hat and taught her how to cat call "Heeeey!" She'd once yelled to a passing woman, who'd looked up. "What?" "Nice ass!" The woman had blushed furiously and reported it to her father, but the working men couldn't keep from laughing and even her father tried his hardest to stop from cracking up as he chastised her for using coarse language. Beatrice was always on the lookout for potential catches for her father, even a child could tell he was very lonely and she didn't want him to suffer anymore. She'd tried several women but the only one to show even the will to try was a fresh young school teacher named Penelope. It was painfully clear Penelope wanted to spend quality time with Beatrice, but the girl had firmly asserted she had to talk to him to get to her. This resulted in getting stuck in three-hour-long traffic on the way back to her house. Penelope was complaining like a petulant child, not even noticing she was being presented with plenty of alone time with the child. She also didn't take notice of a car going the wrong way up the road and heading towards them. Beatrice unceremoniously unbuckled her teacher and opened the door, pushing her out of the car. The teacher turned to yell but didn't get the chance, the last she saw of the girl was sad blue eyes before a speeding car turned her automobile into twisted steel. With numb fingers she called paramedics, police, anyone who would listen. In their hearts, they knew no good news was going to come from that emergency room. When their suspicions were confirmed, there was little said between them. But little by little, Beatrice's dying wish slowly began to come to life. The shared greif between her father and Penelope lead to lots of time spent together, and things progressed into a slowly blossoming romance. It wasn't easy, but hand in hand the two walked together to Beatrice's grave and left a bundle of white tulips they'd grown themselves. When they'd left a pale white-haired girl with sad blue eyes had smiled upon the flowers and watched them go with a somewhat heavy heart. "Take care of him..." She whispered, "I'll know if you don't..." ---------------------- Chrissie lightly squeezed her spectral companion's hand when she finished her story. "That was so brave of you, a-and your father, and..." The ghost simply waited for her to process it all, scooting just a bit closer to her and starting to gently toy with the ends of her red hair. "Your hair is nice~..." She noted softly, watching the girl. "Are you able to leave here?" The girl asked at last, and Beatrice looked at her with a confused look. "Why" "A graveyard seems a bit too gloomy for a first date, don't you think?" The flush and the smile that graced Beatrice's face was the most delightful Chrissie had ever seen and she was determined to see more like it if she could help it. |