I'm sorry. I know I promised an update in a week, but I had finals- still do- and I had to study for those. And though it may shock you, I do have friends, and we had plans and stuff. Anyways, thank you for the follows, favorites, and the lovely reviews!

"Hey Vettie!"

Elizaveta turned, grinning. "Hey Gilbert."

The albino smirked at her, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "Still stalking your neighbor?"

"Well, I wouldn't call it stalking." She laughed, giving the fellow ghost a hug.

Gilbert, she'd learned, had died when he was seventeen, when a fire caught in his basement. That had been in the 1940's, but he opted for more modern clothes, as she did. Red-and-black checkered scarf, white tee, black jeans. His family had moved from Germany right before the war started, and it was common knowledge that the fatal fire had been no accident.

"Ja, whatever you say. Have you made any progress?"

She sighed. She had not, in fact, made any progress at all. Roderich had yet to see her- which was quite irritating- but he still reread parts of her diary from time to time, which she found odd.

"I take that as a no," the German grinned, slinging an arm around her shoulder. "Don't worry, he's bound to get the Sight at some point."

The "Sight" is what the ghosts around town had decided to call the ability when people- living people, just to be clear- could see the dead around them.

"I hope so. It's been so long since I've talked to anyone breathing." Elizaveta smoothed her skirt anxiously, a nice blue-and-green plaid that went just above her knees.

"Technically, we breathe, Lizzy. We don't really need to, but we can." Gilbert smirked.

She flicked his nose.

Roderich always felt as if someone were watching him. Which was totally strange, because he was completely ordinary. Why would anyone want to watch him?

Still...

There was also the matter of the diary. He knew it hadn't been there when he first moved in- he was sure of it. Someone had to have put it there, or... No, someone must have been playing a game of screw with the new kid.

As he watched her go, Gilbert felt a pang of longing. Sure, he knew being dead kind of put a damper on things, but he had still hoped she might have felt the same for him.

He sighed, watching Elizaveta make her way back to her old house, back to that Austrian boy she so hoped would see her. And why? Why him? Was Gilbert not enough for her? He shook his head; he needed to be getting back to the cemetery- his brother Ludwig, also deceased, would worry about him.

As he made his way back, he spotted the boy. What was his name? Roderich? Yeah, Roderich. Maybe it was time to find out what was so special about him.

And why did he keep looking over his shoulder, almost guilty-looking?

When Elizaveta got "home", no one else was there, which she found odd. The mother didn't work, and the father had the day off. More importantly, Roderich was out of school. She wandered aimlessly throughout the house, pondering the possibilities of where everyone could be. The shop? No.. Out for dinner? But the mother said she was to be cooking pot roast. How odd. It was almost as if...

Almost as if they vanished.

And there ya have it for chapter two! I'm done with school, so hopefully it won't take me more than a few days to update- though I do have to study for my driving temps test, and actually take it. We'll just have to wait and see, eh? Thank you for reading! If you liked it, favorite, follow, and/or drop me a review!

Yours in fangirlishness,

Seraph