She gazes upon a darkened sky with expressive black eyes sporting a look of gleeful anticipation while her tongue teases a jeweled fang.
Suddenly, gusty winds and a torrential downpour releases unbridled fury while revelers in costumes plod along a well-trodden path near her grave.
Celeste licks her lips. "Hello," she says, perched atop her headstone and wrapped in a bright red cape. "But aren't you a little early for Halloween?"
"We want a head start on the competition," they mutter after a moment of complete silence.