A/N: This chapter was written because I just finished watching Dead Like Me. If you've seen even one episode ofthe show, you'll probably appreciate it more than someone who hasn't. And FYI for all of you who haven't seen it, it's hilarious. Let's just say that Grim Reapers, bubble gum, possible love triangles, collecting souls, cheap laughs, and a bowl of popcorn go well together.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.

Dead Like Me

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Edward stared at the door from his place on the couch, where he was watching Bella sleep on the bed that he just had put in. Taking a quick glance down at his watch, he noticed that the hands read four. Four in the morning, that is.

Growling softly at being disturbed from his nightly Bella-watch, he trudged towards the door. Making sure not to let it creek and wake the angel that was currently sleeping peacefully, he swung it open quietly.

The sight he was met with was definitely an odd one. A figure was standing in a black robe and cloak with the hood pulled up, concealing their face. They were holding on tightly to a glistening scythe.

"What the hell?" Edward whispered as he stared at where he knew the face should be.

"Come with me know or forever let the devil condemn your soul." A delicate voice drawled.

Recognizing the silvery tone immediately, Edward reached a hand up and ripped down the figure's hood. A mess of blonde hair spilled out around an all too familiar pale face.

"Rosalie, what on Carlisle's name are you doing?" He asked, continuing to whisper.

"I'm here to collect your soul."

"In case you've forgotten, I don't have a soul."

"Than I'll take your heart."

"It hasn't beat in over a hundred years, do you really thin it'll do you any good?"

"It'll be my payment."

"Well too bad. Bella already has hold of it." Edward noted as he flickered his eyes over to his sleeping beauty.

"I still can't believe that Charlie trusted Alice when she said that she was spending the night with her, not you." Rosalie smirked as she followed Edward's eyes. "You know, for the chief of police, he's not that smart."

"Could you please keep your voice down? Bella's trying to sleep. If you hadn't noticed, it's only four in the morning."

"I'm not leaving until I collect my payment."

"What payment? What did I do? Why are you dressed in that stupid costume?"

"The payment for your soul, you bug me on a daily basis, and I'm the grim reaper."

"Yeah, well take your grim reaper self out of my room. Come back when it's light out." Edward said as he began to shut the door, but opened it again, realizing that he forgot a vital question.

"Rosalie?"

"They call me Grim."

"Grim, then." Edward shook his head in irritation. "Where did you get the scythe?"

"The basement."

"Oh." Edward said as if the answer had been obvious. "Rose?"

"What? I've got other souls to collect you know!"

"Why the grim reaper? Why tonight?"

"Mainly Edward, because I was bored."

He looked at her skeptically.

"Hey, a girl's got to get her kicks somehow when she's dead like me."