All right here is the first few chapters of my REPO fan fic. I have not seen the whole film just little clips so bear with me if I take this a bit away from the original concept. I heard that there was going to be a prequel and in the clips that I've seen the Grave robber is a very intriguing character despite the fact that he is extremely sadistic. That got me started thinking on what caused him to be that way and this is what I came up with so far. Please leave me reviews. thanks

Prologue

They all know him as the Grave Robber. A dark man with an equally dark trade. Selling a version of the powerful drug Zydrate, made from the dead.

He seems cold and sadistic but there was once warmth in his heart. A flame that bright while it lasted left him cold and uncaring once it was snuffed out.

This is his story.

Sightings in the Moonlight

He carefully pulled the liquid from the half decayed corpses nose. He was used to the smell by now. He slowly poured it into the vial and it emitted a strange glow that highlighted his pale features in the darkness and made him look ghastly. He placed the vial into his bag. It was a cheap version of the drug known as Zydrate. Those who used it became quickly addicted and desperate for it but they could not legally get it unless they were having surgery. That's where he came in. It sold out quickly however and that's why he was here, to replenish his stock.

He heard a noise and ducked behind one of the coffins. Often times the Gene co police would come looking for him here. He had always evaded them, but there was a first time for everything. He peers around the side of the coffin. There are two figures, neither of them police. He relaxes as he hears the voice of one of them. It is the Grave Digger. They have an agreement. He takes the Zydrate from the corpses in unmarked graves and leaves the rest alone and the Grave Digger will not turn him in to the police.

He gets up and hears the scrape of the shovel in the dirt. The clouds clear away from the moon and he is faced with the most striking vision of beauty that had ever met his cynical eyes.

A young woman, dressed in gray with black boots, her skin glowing palely in the moon light. Her arms are slightly muscular and a cascade of wavy auburn hair goes past her shoulders. She looks up, her dark eyes meeting his. Her father was shoveling into the ground furiously, wanting to finish by the morning, when the funeral took place so he does not know the Grave Robber is only a few feet away.

He puts a finger to his lips and she nods, knowing why hes there and who he is. Her father looks up, wondering why she has stopped digging.

The Grave Robber is already gone.

Roxanne

Roxanne was getting ready to leave. It had been a depressing day as usual. Such was the life of a Grave Diggers daughter. The grief on the parents faces as their daughters coffin was lowered into the grave had been heart breaking. It had been so small, barely child size...She shook her head of the depressing thought.

She was going to the club tonight. Spend time with the living rather then the dead would do her some good.

She looked outside her window and smiled a little to herself. She had seen the Grave Robber the night before. He wasn't too hard on the eyes and she wondered what he was like. If he was kind or callous and cruel as the rumors she had heard reported. She heard her friend honk the car horn.

What did it matter? She thought. She would more then likely never see him again.

How very wrong she was.