An animal of a different nature
Hi this is my first repo fic…the rules didn't seem clear to me…exactly how far are we allowed to go with the adult rated stuff? If some one could please clarify b4 I go to far I'd appreciate it!
Shilo has to learn to cope with her new life…and her new friend? Graverobber has appointed himself her protector but she doesn't want another sheltered life but she does want Graverobber… in her life and in her bed, bad summery.
Shilo had felt so strong in her minuet for fame. Empowered by her father's final words she had boldly walked our of that opera singing her last song. Ignoring the flashing cameras and screaming onlookers she strolled out of the ally with her head held high. Once she was alone all her strength disappeared, because that was just it… she was totally and utterly alone.
Her blood soaked dress and wig provided no protection from the bitter wind. Shilo shivered violently as she wandered aimlessly around the big lonely city. She couldn't find her way back to that old Victorian house that had been her prison for 17 years even if she had wanted to. The streets were hard and cruel… and she would die there.
A recessed door offered some protection from the elements, she curled there into a ball of blood and tears to wait for the reprieve that death would offer. "awww hell." a voice whispered just beyond her level of consciousness. He seemed a dream, brought into creation by her curly overactive imagination. "come on kid." his voice was closer now, right in her ear. Then she was in his arms.
His chest was firm and oh so warm. Shilo sought to pull closer to his skin. Burying her face in the crook of his neck, smelling his musky secant. He smelt of sweat and freshly dug dirt and an unfortunate air of decay clung to his skin like an aftershave. He shifted her in his arms and she gave a groan of disapproval. "hold on tight kid we're almost there." she didn't have the strength to ask where he was taking her, and didn't really care.
As far as Shilo was concerned she had died back there on the stage with her father. Any thing that happened now it wasn't to Shilo it was happening. she was a different person now, an animal of a different nature. He was doing something, perhaps fumbling with a door. Juggling Shilo and a key Graverobber managed to get the door open.
He slid the kid into the bath tub cloths and all, her body was shaking from cold and shock. tough she was awake it seemed she had lost the will to live. Graverobber turned on the water hoping to wash away some of the trauma the poor girl had suffered in a matter of one night. She moaned in protest but made no move to escape. Using a large cup he poured water over her head.
Graverobber jumped back in surprise as the poor kid's hair slid off her head and into her lap, she gave a weak chuckle. Her eyes were open but she wasn't looking at him, she seemed to be watching something mildly funny on the wall in front of her. "you gotta snap out of this kid," he advised. He had no was of knowing weather or not she heard him. "I gotta get you out of this dress and wash you up ok?" she just gave a tiny nod.
Graverobber had been with hundreds of women, some in trade for Z, some just because he could. He'd had girls younger than Shilo's tender 17, and women older than himself. But he'd never felt any thing other than lust for a single one of them. This girl was different, that had been clear to him the moment he saw her hunting bugs in a grave yard. It didn't bother Graverobber that she was better than him, most people were. What bothered him was that in all of their past meetings she had not acknowledged her status, instead she looked at Graverobber with a mixture of school girl crush and grown up lust.
Her skintight dress was caked with dried blood, it clung to her body. Graverobber tugged the hem up over her head leaving her naked, She didn't bring her hands up to block his hungry eyes from feasting. that left him with no place for him mind to wander but over her body as his hands carefully washed every nook and cranny. Graverobber knew his hands were rough and calloused from years of digging in the dirt but she had to be scrubbed free of her dead father's crimson hold over her.
Shilo was vaguely aware of his gentile caress, the warmth of the water felt better than it ever had before. He first bath as a new person. Graverobber lifted her out of the pink tinged water, held her against his dry body and carried her off to his bed. He was glad she was not awake enough to see the tangled mess of sheets and blankets on his mattress. A new sense of shame flooded him, in the morning he'd have to wash the bed dressings, letting this innocent girl sleep in his dirty love nest seemed just as sinful as doing the deed before her eyes.
Graverobber usually slept with a woman or two lying beside or on top of him, his cloths strewn across the floor. It would be something new to lay beside a nude beauty with his won cloths intact. He was careful to place her in the middle of the bed where she could not roll off. With the covers pulled up to her chin he lay on top of them beside her. Tomorrow would be an interesting day when she woke to her new life…a life he vowed would have him in it.