Christine rides again

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A girl was in her room, reading. She had short platinum blonde hair cut into a bob style, pale skin and large yet innocent pale jade eyes. She flipped a page of her book until she heard the sound of an engine from outside.

She quickly bookmarked the page and, slipping on a pair of black ankle boots ran out the door, coming face to face with her father inside a red and white 1958 Plymouth Fury as he pulled up the driveway and shut off the engine, embracing his daughter. "Dad," asked the girl, "Where did you find this car?" as she lightly brushed her fingers on the car's hood, causing it to let out a purring sound which in turn, made her laugh. 

"I found this beauty in the junkyard about to be turned into a cube. you best believe i got her out!" replied her father, Heath as he noticed his daughter's new obsession with the car, whispering affectionate words to it. "and Hope? i was wondering if you'd want to help with restoring her." Hope happily nodded, agreeing to her father's ask. She grabbed the toolbox and parts that could be used to restore the car. "Jesus Christ, those kids did a real number on her." mumbled Hope as she wiped a bit of sweat from her brow as she finished replacing the wheels. From what she heard through the grapevine, two kids, Leigh and Dennis destroyed the car beyond repair that it was a miracle her father managed to drive it!

A few hours later, the car was as good as new. Once Hope waxed the hood into a shiny bright red, the car seemed to like the feeling of Hope's hands on her. "Aw, a friendly one aren't you? how cute!" She said, waxing the doors. after an even coating of wax, Hope stepped back to admire her handiwork. She then heard the song 'Pledging my love' by Johnny Ace as she suddenly felt like she was being serenaded by a car..? She lightly shook her head as she leaned against the car, the wind lightly teasing her hair. 

Christine looked up at the beautiful girl who had soothed her pain and made her forget all about what went down in the past. She let her newly restored radio play hers and Arnie's song just for Hope.. Hope.. what a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. She wanted to be human just so she could touch her.. caress her platinum hair and feel her heartbeat. She purred once more when she felt the girl's fingers brush against her hood and she longed to buck up against those pale porcelain fingers and palms. The pain was drifting away from her each moment she spent with the blonde. Hope had managed to calm down the fury inside the car as she then spoke, her voice carrying not a Californian accent, but a.. French one? "I still can't believe they were about to turn you into a cube, pretty girl.. Good thing dad managed to get you out." She said to her, her large pale jade eyes meeting Christine's windows. 

Later that night, Hope was asleep until a knocking sound on her door woke her up. "Who's there?" she called out, sitting up from her bed as her father poked his head out as he seemed shocked..? "Um.. sweetheart, you might wanna head downstairs." Confused, Hope climbed out of her bed, her long white silk nightgown trailing down behind her as she noticed a trail of rose-petals.. red ones too. She began to follow the trail down the hall, down the stairs and into the living room where she came face to face with a bouquet of red roses in a white vase. Hope blinked twice and picked up the flowers, stroking the petals of one of the flowers. 

She smiled brightly, upon seeing the thoughtful gift. "I am going back to my room and placing these flowers on my vanity table." She said with the same smile. What she failed to notice was her new car blinking her headlights happily because her new crush got the flowers meant for her. The moment Hope placed the flowers down, the same song from earlier was heard from her window. What she didn't know was that the car was haunted and Hope had become the owner of Christine, the killer car that caused all those murders.