The dead tree branches crackle in the wind. Two hooded figures stand only a few inches apart, capes trailing off. The scene is completed by a full moon over the snow. One of the figures bends down near a mound of snow, tracing a pale hand atop it. The silence is broken suddenly when the figure throws off her hood, revealing long blonde hair, turned up at the waist into almost spikes, and an annoyed face. "The Hell?" She shouts. Her companion is instantly at her side. "Ssh. Don't shout, Mandy, Dey'll here us." He looks into the moon, revealing a skull in obvious exhasperation.

"Good! Let them here! Is-"

The skeleton put a bony finger up to his mouth. "Ssh!"

"Good! Let them here!" Mandy tried again, this time in a harsh whisper. "Is anyone even okay with this, Grim? It's pathetic!"

Grim shrugged. "Dat's how it happened, Mandy." He knew what would happen next.

"Well, I'm going to change it! It's not right!"
Grim sighed. It was obvious this was going to happen. Mandy always had a soft spot for the undead. And now that she was sixteen, and his apprentice reaper, it could only get worse. She had the power to change her favorite romance story, and she was going to use it. "Scythe!" Mandy called, holding out her arm. Grim's scythe, which had been hovering between them, flew smartly into her hand. She got up, the snow falling off instantly.

"Well, how are you going to do dis, girl?"

Mandy's expression may have changed, but it was too quick for Grim to be sure.
"I have an idea. Come on!" She stalked off. Grim followed her dutifully.

"Dis ought to be interesting."