As Dark As A Starless Night
Prologue: Graverobber's Thoughts
I guess I kinda always new I would fall for her. Sweet Carmela Largo, turned scalpel slut Amber Sweet. But the appearance and name change never mattered to me. I was in love with the inside, (but it didn't hurt that the outside was hott as hell!)
She came to me one day, tears streaming down her face, rambling about no one loving her and needing surgery. So I did my job and gave her what she wanted. Zydrate. A hit of the glow, if you will. It immediatly calmed her down, she slid onto the brick sidewalk, and ultimaltely slid her way into my heart. It sounds cheesy and romantic, believe me, I hate that kind of shit. But it's the only way I can think to describe it. I love her, inside and out. Oh, I know what you're probably thinking,
"No Graverobber, you're in love with her body and what she gives up for the Z."
But that's not true, I mean-it used to be. But between all the sex and drugs, I found the real Amber.
"The real me?" Amber smirks, smiling only slightly.
I turn around to find the ever seductive Amber a few inches behind me, reading over my shoulder. I sighed.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to read over my shoulder!" I growled faux-angrily.
"Only a thousand more, if my counting is correct..." She trailed off, kissing me with a burning passion.
I grabbed her by the throat, pushing her away, "Don't distract me!" I whisper huskily.
"Fine!" She pouts, "But if you're writing something about us, you should start from the beginning!" She saunters away to our our bedroom.
I know I'm going to follow her and fuck her brains out. I stand up and follow her into our large bedroom. I begin to undress.
"Well...!" She huffed.
"Hold on, bitch!"
We tend to get a bit violent during sex so this exchange wasn't unusual. Her body is the most scarred and sexy thing I've ever seen. It's beautiful in a twisted, violent way. I strip off the last bit of my clothing and crawl onto the bed. She immediatley begins to get down to business. And we are both in pure bliss.
