| Ghost of a Chance, Part Four I know my chapters tend to be short, I'll have to work on that. Hopefully you can bare with me though, and I hope you all are enjoying the story so far~ Beatrice pulled her sleeve back again, looking for the umpteenth time that night. Her wrist was a paler color than her already pale flesh, and slowly but surely the light tone was crawling her arm. She blinked back tears and paced back and forth beneath the moonlight, thinking of what she could tell Chrissie if she was even still there come morning. No matter what she came up with, it was a difficult thing for her and soon the tears she'd been trying to keep back were fresh and falling down her cheeks onto the ground below. She checked her decay and found that it had crawled and was now up to her elbow. She sighed bitterly and looked up at the moon, wishing she could take the pure light from it's rays to make herself whole again. She walked toward the nearby cliff, a jutting rock that provided a wonderful view of the moon if one were to look up. "I wonder what she's thinking about now?~" The spirit mused aloud, trying to give her mind a distraction from the inevitable. --------- It was a wedding, in the graveyard of all places. The bride and groom's faces could not be seen, but Chrissie and Beatrice were adorable flower girls, hand-in-hand and scattering soothing blue rose petals over the chairs and aisles of the crowd. The groom, oddly enough, seemed to be wearing a tuxedo-like dress instead of the usual male wedding garment. Chrissie's curiosity got the better of her and she asked Beatrice about it, but her companion didn't answer and simply smiled and shook her head. "All in time," She said in an odd voice "All in time." Chrissie was bothered by the oddity though, and her curiosity got the better of her as she hid behind a column and watched the wedding. She flushed and gasped softly when she saw the veils lifted and saw that bride was Beatrice and the groom was none other than herself... She was still heavily blushing when she woke up in her bed, looking out the window at the moonlight spreading across the graveyard across the street. When she saw Beatrice looking troubled, she once again prepared herself to sneak out. ---------- The paleness had crawled down her body now, just above her knees... She was standing at the end of the cliff now, thinking back on her short life. She didn't even notice as she started to rise. The paleness spread over her ankles now, and she rose higher and higher... She took notice of it now but there wasn't much she could do. She was considering submitting herself to it, simply allowing herself to pass, but suddenly a voice rang out. "Hey! Button! Where are you going?" |