Pitch was seething. It was the kind of anger one could only feel when they'd been beaten at something by someone much younger.
"How dare she?!" He cried throwing his hands up in rage, he would have flipped a table if he'd had one but seeing as there wasn't one he just stuck with yelling. His Nightmares shuffled about sharing glances that could possibly be described as nervous but with any kind of horse it's hard to tell. Then suddenly he froze, the sudden silence was more unsettling and scary than any yelling he could possibly have done.
"No... Wait, this is good." He murmured with the mystified, surprised tone of a man who had just realized that he knew the winning numbers to the upcoming lottery.
"If she's doing that job then Death is unavailable... if I were to take her out of the equation then, there's at least a chance, I might be able to do the one thing I never could do to Him." He was sure of himself now and with the kind of smile that could make a heavyweight champion drop to their knees crying he said,
"I could scare death Herself."

Jack was nonplussed, in all his existence as Jack Frost and life before that he couldn't remember ever seeing a girl sleep as soundly as Susan was now. She was curled up in a corner of the library and she was so soundly asleep that if it weren't for the occasional mumble or adjustments of her limbs he'd have assumed she was dead. In fact, on closer inspection, Jack realized that she wasn't breathing. Naturally any sane person would assume that this was a bad sign, but Jack vaguely remembered Death telling him once that breathing was only a habit and people could do quite well without it. As he looked at the girl he noticed the book held in a vice grip in her arms. It had her name printed on the cover. He took a light hold of it and gently switched it out with a random book from the nearby shelf. He opened it about halfway through and read about ten pages finding tears welling up in his eyes. He turned his head to look at her and with a great amount of hesitation he brushed a cold hand against the sleeping girl's tear stained face.
"Oh Susan...what have I done?" He asked feeling, to every possible degree all of the guilt in the world. I wish He'd said something to me before He left. He thought grudgingly as he glared down at the Autobiography in his arms. Maybe I could have talked him out of it.... He opened it again and read an entry from what looked like about 100 years ago.
Today I saw Twyla's Lifetimer run out. It's been a very long time since I've cried like I did then. The Death Of Rats was very understanding, He helped me get through the pain of helping her get across the dark desert. Quothe promised to find my grandfather as well, I think I finally understand why He keeps leaving this damned job. Unfortunately I'm going to have to get him back soon or else I'll lose every bit of humanity in me. He skipped ahead a few pages and gasped before shooting a fervent look over at the girl beside him she didn't even shift her position. Dead to the world... He chuckled to himself as he gently brushed a stray curl from her face. He turned back to the book and began to read.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON... I KEEP HEARING STORIES OF A BLUE EYED DEMON GIRL WHO COLLECTS SOULS OF THE DEAD. I KNOW THEY MEAN ME, IT'S NOT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND OR IMAGINE, THE ONLY PROBLEM IS THE BLUE EYES. I'VE STARTED NOTICING THE FACT THAT WHENEVER I GET EMOTIONAL THERE'S THIS BURNING FEELING IN THE PUPILS OF MY EYES. I KNOW I'VE NEVER BEEN VERY EMOTIONAL BEFORE BUT IT SEEMS LIKE IT'S GETTING HARDER TO FEEL, AND WHEN I DO AND THAT BURNING STARTS ALBERT GETS THIS HORRIFIED LOOK LIKE HE'S JUST BEEN TOLD THAT HE'S ABOUT TO DIE IN THE NEXT MINUTE. IT'S BEEN GETTING HARDER TO REMEMBER CERTAIN THINGS TOO, SOMETIMES I'LL FORGET WHO "SUSAN STO HELIT" EVER WAS... I KNOW I HAVE MY GRANDFATHER'S PERFECT MEMORY BUT IT'S LIKE I'M REMEMBERING EVENTS BUT NOT EXPERIENCES. THE HUMAN ME (SUSAN STO HELIT) AND THE ANTHROPOMORPHIC PERSONIFICATION PART OF ME (SUSAN DEATH AS EVERYONE HAS BEGUN TO CALL ME) SEEM LIKE THEY'RE COMPLETELY SEPARATE BEINGS AT TIMES. QUOTHE HAS BEEN COMING UP EMPTY EVERYWHERE, AS HAS DEATH OF RATS, WHEREVER MY GRANDFATHER HAS DECIDED TO HIDE I'VE A BAD FEELING HE'LL BE GONE FOR A VERY LONG TIME. Jack stared at the bolded lettering. It's just like when she uses the Voice. He thought guilt rising up again. He bit his lip and thought intensely for a long moment. Then, with a determined nod that gave the impression that he was steeling himself to do something he was about to regret, he reached over and gently shook her shoulder.

Susan groaned and turned away from the cold hand and shaking that seemed bent on interrupting her sleep.
"Hey, Susie wake up." Murmured a strikingly familiar voice. She shifted again and the sharp smell of snow hit her nose as an ice cold hand pressed itself against the side of her face. She woke with a start as the coldness jolted her awake.
"WHAT?" She asked before immediately flinching. She hadn't meant to use her Voice, in fact she hadn't meant to say anything at all, but she had and now she winced at the almost fear stricken look on Jack's face. She sighed and, in a much more reasonable tone, repeated, "What?" His only response was, what most people would describe as a contagious grin but Susan reminded herself that of course a smile couldn't be contagious, and pulling her to her room.
"Come on! We're going out, put on something modern and meet me out front." He stated with that same grin, Susan knew that a smile couldn't be contagious, it wasn't possible, but if one could have been Jack Frost's enthusiastic grin could easily have been the plague. She found herself thinking this as she fought the sudden urge to grin back. Be sensible here, you can't be doing this right now you have work to do! She yelled at herself as she shook her head.
"I don't know what you're planning but unfortunately I'm rather too busy for it. I haven't the time to-" he cut her off by placing a freezing cold hand over her mouth.
"Look you need updating, the way you talk, think, and act are all antiquated. Besides you desperately need human interaction with someone other than Albert." He said in a matter of fact tone. She had to admit that she was a bit behind, and there was no denying the fact that Albert was getting on her last nerve but something about his enthusiasm was rubbing her wrong. She started to reach up to remove his hand when he added,
"I know someone who's got a bunch of textbooks you can read and a little sister I can ask about Pitch," at her inquisitive glare he elaborated saying,
"He's the bogeyman, the one you hit with a poker, this way we can both get all the information we need and North won't yell at me for letting you out of my sight. Besides, you have your most intelligent conversations with a rat skeleton and a talking bird, you need to get out of here for a bit." He removed his hand slowly as though he were worried she'd scream. She sighed wanting to argue but not seeing any point seeing as he'd made a good point.
"Alright I'll go and I'll help you get this information but you're explaining this to Albert." He grinned again and she couldn't help but admit, he was rather handsome when he smiled. She walked into her room and went to the wardrobe at the back of the room. The thing with a mythological's country is it's almost alive. The tooth fairy's castle, at least the last she'd been there, defended itself by using childhood fears; evidently the Castle of Bones had evolved with its inhabitants; and Susan's wardrobe always had the perfect clothes. She opened it to see a moderately thick black long sleeved shirt that appeared to be made of velvet, some warm looking pants made of a material similar to cotton these were not entirely black but a very dark gray, and some nice thick socks that once she put them into her boots became slightly less thick to avoid making her feet get uncomfortable. Then looking in the mirror she noticed that her hair had rearranged itself into its traditional prim bun. That's odd... My hair hasn't rearranged itself in ages. She thought frowning as she put on her cloak. Then after seeing to it that she had her poker tucked into a fold in her robe, along with her grandfather's sword in its sheath, because one could never be too careful when there are monsters about, she headed out to where Jack was waiting. He gawped at her for a moment, much to her very secret delight-secret even to herself at the time but that's getting a bit specific-, before she snapped her fingers in his face the way a hypnotist on tv would bring someone out of a trance. It seemed to work because he turned bright red and coughed with embarrassment.
"R-right, um... So shall we?" He asked suddenly looking very awkward. Susan secretly smiled at this sudden embarrassment and in some human part of her brain that hadn't been fully active since she was sixteen thought to herself, He's so embarrassed it's almost sweet.