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Rated for future chapters and language.
I've never written a fanfiction before so bear with me please.
I'm new to this.
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For three weeks now Shilo had been sitting in this tomb of a house. For three weeks she hadn't even left her room. She hadn't been able to bring herself to eat, or even get out of bed. She still had on the blood stained clothes from that night at the Genetic Opera. But this night was different. This night she forced herself out of bed and walked out onto her balcony. She let the cold air nip at her bare skin. She embraced the feeling. Any feeling was surely a start right? Better than feeling nothing. Better than being numb... She had thought over her father's dying words. Change the world. How could she do anything like that? She hadn't even been able to get herself together, let alone the rest of the world. Let alone this city.
She was alone.
The thought struck her like a harsh slap in the face, almost knocking the breath from her. In this whole city, in this whole wide world. She was entirely alone. She wanted to cry. No, needed to. But her eyes remained dry. She hadn't been able to cry since that night. She doubted she ever would again. Something broke inside of her sometime in the last few weeks. The determination she once had to change herself, change the city, and the world, was gone. She felt empty inside.
The cold wind picked up a deep alto voice and carried it up to her ears and Shilo peered curiously over the balcony. Who would be snooping around her mother's tomb at this time of night? She quickly scanned the graveyard and her eyes came to rest on a dark clothed figure. Only visible by his white skin that seemed to reflect the very moonlight, Shilo recognized the Graverobber at once, as it lit up his face. She felt a tingling sensation in her gut and was startled. What was this feeling? She got it every time she saw the Graverobber and wondered what it could mean. Distracted from her troubles by the sudden urge to see him, she raced out of her room and flew down the stairs. She had to get out of here. Her body ached to be free of this depressing house, and instead to be out in the night. If she didn't leave now she never would.
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The Graverobber sung softly to himself as he worked. He had wandered aimlessly in this direction after seeing to his regular customers, and decided to swing by and stock up on Zydrate. He was running pretty low. As he strolled leisurely along he couldn't help wondering what ever happened to Shilo. Not that he'd ever admit it to anyone, but the kid had struck a soft spot in his blackened heart. Not to mention that she was adorable.
... Adorable?! What the hell. Hot. He'd meant to think hot. Jeez.
He paused as he reached Marni's grave. He remembered when he first met the kid here. She had been so scared and helpless looking. He was a bad, bad man for being so turned on by that memory. He'd had some pretty awful plans for her if they had gotten away that night. But that was before... before he knew her. He needed to get over her, regardless. She was probably long gone by now. At 17 years old the chances were she had run off that very night. He worried for her a little. He'd even been turning down the customers, regulars or not, who wanted to pay in other ways then cash. Which showed he had more than a little soft spot for the kid. He couldn't fathom what was happening to himself. He was getting soft. Shit. That's really not good for business.
Lost in thought, Graverobber didin't notice as the door to the tomb swung open and a small pale girl stumbled out of it. She started to fall and on autopilot Graverobber held out his arms and caught the her before she ate dirt. As the girl looked up Graverobber gasped and he realized exactly who he had in his arms. Shilo smiled up at him very shyly, and oh god, very sexily, and he managed to choke out, "Hey Kid."