DISCLAIMER: I own nothing of Repo! The Genetic Opera no matter how much I wish I did. All charaters with the exception of Zella belong to Terrance Zdunich and Darren Smith. Also this chapter has some Italian in it and because I'm real wonderful I put some translations:

Bella -- beautiful (though you should know that )
Caro—Darling, Dear
La sono ha spaventata – are you scared?
Eccellente-- exellent
Non preoccupatevi—Don't worry
Gratzie—Thank you.

Luigi put one of his arms around my waist, the other gripping my hand painfully and started with something resembling a box-step. But without the rhythm bit. He kept his eyes on his feet and was counting under his breath.
"One two three four, one two three four…"
It was on each "four" that he stepped on my foot and that man does not step lightly. It was almost as if it was on purpose, but I wouldn't dare call him on it. I winced and bit my tongue. The song lasted at least seven millennia's but at long, long last, the final chord faded. Luigi let go of me and we looked at each-other for an awkward moment.
"Uh… thanks." I said. He looked at me condescendingly for a second then walked off.

Wasn't as bad as it could have been…

I looked down see what the damage was to my feet. God dammit! Some blood oozed from under my big toenail which was a bit cracked I had some bruises on other parts of my feet too.

Ugh, what the fuck? I have GOT to get out of here. No way I'm dancing with friggin Pavi too. No. Not a snowballs chance in Hell.

I looked around to see if anyone was watching me, as I left the dance floor. The next song had started and people were already dancing. No sign of Pavi. No one looking my way. And there's a door right there….

I slipped through the door, unnoticed (thank the good lord!) and found myself in a dark room. I felt around the wall for a lightswitch and found one. Light flooded the room to reveal it was the kitchen. And a damn big one at that.

Maybe there's a way out from here.

I walked up and down the aisles of stoves and pots and pans enjoying the muffled music and silence other than that. I was limping a bit because of my foot but I just wanted to find a way --

YES!

Above one of the counters at the end of room there was an open window. I can lift myself onto the counter and squeeze through there. I let out a big sigh of relief of my master plan.
I got myself onto the counter with some difficulty because of the stupid dress but I did it. The window was a few inches above my head with me standing on the counter so that shouldn't be too hard. I just need something to hold on to. I stood on my toes but I was still just too short. I reached a little farther… and a little farther… and a little—

"Bella…?"
"Ah!"

The familiar Italian accent caught me off guard and I lost my balance. I took a step back to catch myself but, as it turned out, there was no more counter left and I was falling.
Rather than hitting the ground, I landed in the arms of Pavi Largo. I would have preferred the ground.

"Bella, what where you a-doing?" he asked though he obviously knew the answer.
"I was… getting some fresh air."
"Are you-a lying to the Pavi, caro?" he asked tilting his head.
"…. Sort of." He smiled at my answer, but still didn't let me down.
"Where you trying to-a escape from my brothers dancing, or-a from me?"
From you. " From your brothers dancing." I said with a smile, hoping he'd believe me. He let out a small laugh and set me down on the counter. I was slightly higher up than he was, but still felt trapped. His arms were on either side of me so it's not even as if I could run for it. He looked me up and down, and saw the state of my feet.
"My brothers dancing impairment a-caused you to bleed?"
"Oh,it's nothing. I'm fine." Pavi walked to a sink and wet a paper towel and returned to me. He lifted himself up on the counter next to me and gestured for me to put my legs up. Why I'm listening to him rather than trying to escape is beyond me.
I put my legs up and he took my bleeding foot and pulled it into his lap. He dabbed at the blood lightly and carefully. It stung slightly, but I was barely paying attention to that. Neither of us said anything for a while but it wasn't an awkward silence. It was… nice.
Is Pavi Largo nice? He can't be. He wears other peoples FACES. He's just planning something. I can't trust him. I shouldn't even still be here. I was safer out there with all the other people. I was-

"Bella? Are you feeling alright? You-a seem deep in thought."
"No, I'm fine. I just… I shouldn't…"
"La sono ha spaventata? Do I frighten you?" he asked. My heart melted at his Italian but I tried not to show it.
"No, it's just…" I struggled to find the right words to say. How can you answer that? Of course he scares me! He's from the most powerful family in history, he's wearing a face hooked on to his own, and we're alone in a room with knives and shit! I gave up trying to find the right words and looked down. He put his hand on my leg. Christ, he has big hands. And you know what they say about big hands…. No! Don't think like that, Zella!
"So, bella, you wanted to get out-a of here, si?"
"Well I…"
"I do not blame you, caro. Shall we get out of here together?" He got down from the counter and offered his hand to me. I put my hand in his, and he helped me down. He kept my hand and led me to a door at the end of the room. Why didn't I see that?
"Bella, if you were trying to get out, why not use-a the door?"
"I was just wondering that. I guess I didn't see it." I said blushing. He laughed lightly.
"Just as well, bella. Perhaps it was-a fate that brought us here." Pavi said as he opened the door for me. Since when was he a romantic?! That's not supposed to happen! I'm not supposed to be attracted to him!
The richer parts of town were always so clean and pretty, I loved it, but never felt like I belonged. The door revealed that we were on one of said clean streets and Pavi led me down one of them, holding my hand. I didn't struggle, I didn't question anything. After a short walk, we came to a little park. One of the few that were left. The trees were budding and had lights strung up on them for spring. It was completely deserted with the exception of Pavi and I. I couldn't decide if this was extremely romantic or horrifying. Out from the speakers they had a love song playing softly.
"How are-a your feet feeling?" Pavi asked me.
"Fine. I actually forgot about them."
"Eccellente. You owe The Pavi a dance then, no?" I smiled but looked down, not sure if by "dance" he met "rape and taking your face".
"Non preoccupatevi, I am-a much better than-a my brother. Dancing included." He said with a laugh. I laughed as well and put my hand in his. He placed my hands on his shoulder and put his arms around my waist. He held me so that our bodies were pressed against each other's. They fit perfectly. We swayed and moved simultaneously. We seemed to float. I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes. I absorbed everything about the moment. His smell which was both masculine with a hint of rose. His arms around me which were strong but not tense. His fluid movement, his steady breathing, everything. The song ended, but the dance didn't. The next song came and went, same as the first. And another. I was in a trance. I was melting into him all the while ignoring the tiny voice telling me to kick him and run for it. I didn't feel endangered. It felt right. After a while, Pavi loosened his hold on me and took a step back.
"Grazie, bella. I enjoyed that very much." He said. I was disappointed he ended the dance but smiled at him.
"I did too. Very much."

He put his hand on the back of my head and gently brought our faces together and kissed me deeply. And I kissed him back. I didn't even stop to think that the lips I was kissing belonged to some girl. It didn't matter. He pulled me back close to him and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Just like the dance, the kiss ended far too soon. He broke apart from me.

"We should-a return."