Disclaimer: I don't own Repo! the Genetic Opera. I think it is a masterpiece and wish it was something I thought of. But it isn't. Give your credit to the man himself Terrance Zdunich (Graverobber) and Darren Smith. Think I thanked the right people.

N/A: This is my first published fanfic. You don't need to be kind. I love the hardcore criticism, especially on grammar and spelling. Please review and tell me if you want another chapter. I have big plans for this thing. Big plans I say. Enjoy!

"What a pity," His baritone voice hummed looking over the mountains of decaying flesh. "What a shame, that every one of these bodies were unable to pay for their grave."

He continued to walk among the waves of bodies. His heavy boots stepped on limbs carelessly as he enjoyed the snap of bones. Dark brown eyes continued to scan for a body that might satisfy his hunger. His hunger that laid dormant within the brains of the dead. He used the spotlights within the quarry to find his prey. Finally the light stumbled upon something useful; a fresh batch of recently deceased.

Nimble fingers allowed him to climb to the top of the pile. He loved the smell of the dead but the sweet smell of fresh perfume was always much more pleasant. He straddled the body on top of the pile. Her body was radiant and perfect. The skin still was warm and sent a shiver up his spine. The poor girl didn't look slaughtered like the others. He throat was whole and the small amount of cleavage showed no scar. The girl was one hundred percent natural. These girls were few. What a shame she had died at such a young age. It didn't matter; she would be put to good use.

He pushed the locks of platinum blonde hair from her face. Without hesitation he pulled a long needle from his jacket. The needle point shimmered in the rotating search lights. This was it. All he needed to do was put the needle into the bug. All his breathing came to an end as constant chant of warning filled the air. All graverobbers will be shot on sight. The needle grew close to her nostrils. He swore he could feel the hot breath on his hand but he blamed the adrenaline rushing through his body. Ask a surGen if zydrate is right for you.

A hand snapped up gripping his wrist tightly. Terror filled his eyes as he dropped the needle. What was a living being doing sleeping in a dead man's quarry?

"Can't tell the dead from the living, Graverobber?" a sweet voice said releasing the man's arm.

"I am not the one sleeping in death's grave," the graverobber said with a large grin. He reached for the girl pulling her up.

She didn't respond as she got to her feet. The young woman opened her eyes and the most vivid blue appeared. It showed electric blue, the colour of zydrate. The graverobber was entranced. His hands twitched with excitement as he subconsciously for the needle in his pocket. He just wanted to extract the zydrate that was hiding.

"So what are you doing here?" Graverobber asked.

"What are you doing here? Isn't it illegal to be one in your profession?" she asked with a sinister grin.

He gave her a dirty look. "Come on. It's not safe for you."

The young girl stumbled down the hill of bodies. She relied on the graverobber for balance as he led her to the wall. With a quick snap he turned her around and slammed her against the cold concrete wall. His hands placed on either side of her head keeping her close to him.

"Shhh…" he whispered. The search light went by followed by two guards. "I need to get you out of here."

"Who are you?" she asked staring into his face that seemed to be inches away. "Why do you even care?"

His eyebrow arched in curiosity. "I am just Graverobber to you. I don't even know if you are working for Geneco or not. I just believe no one should die before their time." The light went by and he dragged her to the northern wall. He shoved her threw a small hole. Graverobber smiled as she tumbled onto the ground completely defenseless.

"Follow the path, it will lead you downtown," he said making a shooing motion.

"What about you?"

"I have a job to do. Remember, I have an illegal profession," he smirked.

The girl rose and dusted her black dress. She pouted not liking the idea of her savior leaving so soon. "Will I see you again?"

"Likely not."

"Well, if we do remember by name, Emily." she stated.

The graverobber was a gentleman, sometimes. He grabbed her hand kissing it gently. "It was nice to meet you Emily."

"Don't get caught." she warned before running off in the direction he had pointed out.

The graverobber was distracted for the rest of the night. He thought about the girl with electric blue eyes. His skills were sloppy and the search lights found him. He thought he was at an end as the Repomen gripped his arms. No scalpels were pulled to his neck but he was dragged away. His worst fear was before him. It was the home of his true enemy and his best customer. He was brought to Geneco headquarters.