Disclaimer: I do not own Repo! But I highly respect and look up to the men that do. Terrance, you amaze me.

Summary: Nightmares are real in a world that thrives on fear.

Her Sweet Overture

He was walking down the alley heading back to the motel when he heard a scream. His lips twisted into a curl upon hearing the cries. Misery always caught his attention. He began to wonder what poor, wretched soul was in trouble. He turned around and saw a man grabbing someone.

As he sashayed closer, he saw that the man was pinning a girl to the wall. She was frail and looked as though her bones could snap under the pressure her captive was exerting on her. Her black hair was falling into her face and he could barely see her but her cries were growing louder and suddenly there was a flash of realization – the tiny, fragile, tiny body, the long black hair. He knew this girl.

He made his way even closer and headed towards the wall where she was pinned. The man holding her wrists was speaking loudly and gruffly. Sure, the Graverobber wasn't one to show compassion but this was Shilo. She had been through all the hell and back in the past two weeks that no one deserved to go through in a whole lifetime.

"Hey!" He called towards where the scene was playing out before his eyes.

"What do you want?" The man turned and Graverobber could see his cold eyes – crueler than his own.

"I believe you have something that belongs to me." Upon seeing the man's confused expression, Graverobber smirked and nodded towards Shilo.

"She's yours?"

"Mmhmm and I am very possessive of my things. In fact, no one but me is allowed to lay a hand on her so…" he waved his hand in the air, indicating the man to leave, "Shoo-shoo."

"What if I don't want to?" The man challenged, "I mean look at how beautiful she is – so pure, so…innocent."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah she's a real gem. Now, go."

"Ha, you think I am just going to walk away because some guy in rainbow dreadlocks tells me to?" He scoffed, "You're going to have to do better than that."

Graverobber pulled out his gun from the inside pocket of his coat, the blue liquid gleamed majestically within the vile. He shook it teasingly in front of Shilo's captor's face.

"Graverobber?" The man stuttered, "You're…y-you're the Graverobber!"

"In the flesh," his baritone voice cooed, "Now then, you seem like a good guy, a good customer and I would hate for you to never be able to taste the sting of this liquid heaven again which will happen if you don't leave her alone."

"Uh…sure thing," the man blushed, "S-sorry."

He quickly ran off like a kicked puppy with his tale between his legs and the Graverobber turned to examine the damage. Shilo had collapsed onto the ground, her arms put up over her face – an act of protection.

"Hey – hey, kid!" Graverobber crouched down in front of her, "You okay?"

Shilo lifted her head and he could tell that a bruise was growing on one of her cheeks and her eyes were red and about to burst with tears – she was too strong for that though and nodded yes.

"I'm…fine," her voice cracked.

"You sure about that, kid? You don't look so good."

"I'm sure. I'll be fine, trust me. I shouldn't have been out this late. I just…"

"Why were you out this late?" Graverobber insisted.

"I…I needed to pick something up," Shilo's eyes fell in shame.

"What kind of something did you need to pick up?" His voice sounded rather much like her father's and Shilo's eyes filled with abhorrence.

"Nothing."

"Well it must 'of been something. What was it?" His persistence was annoying her and Shilo finally gave in.

"Zydrate."

"Zydrate?" His eyes widened, "Oh no, Little Missy – uh-uh! You are not getting yourself hooked on Zydrate."

"It's the only way," Shilo's eyes fell, "It's the only way I can feel better."

"There has to be some other medicine for you," Graverobber suggested, "You could…"

"There isn't any and even if there was, I wouldn't be able to afford it. I have nothing."

Graverobber shoved himself up off the ground and held out a hand, offering her help up, "Come on."

"W-where are you going to take me?" Shilo asked nervously.

"Look, kid…"

"I have a name!"

"Of course you do, kid," he loved teasing her, especially when it came to called her 'kid', "Look, I have a motel room a few blocks away. Come on, we can get you cleaned up there. Hell, they even have hot water."

"Hot water?" Shilo asked, hot water was a luxury to her.

"Yeah. So what do you say – you coming or not?"

"I-I'm coming," Shilo accepted his hand and stood up.

Graverobber was surprised that once she was up, she didn't let go of his hand. Instead, she allowed him to lead her to the motel. Shilo didn't know if it was Graverobber himself or the idea of the hot shower that got her to follow him but she did. Her heart was racing – she had never been alone with him in a motel room at night.

He scared her to death but at the same time enthralled her. She had to go with him, rather she wanted to or not.