Part 1
He's not a good person. He'll take her to a random alley that smells romantic enough to make her swallow her own tongue. Graverobber is the kind of guy that would tell you - in all seriousness- that he fucks corpses just to fuck with you. Perhaps he'll throw her up against a dumpster: nobody fucks with you when you fuck on a dumpster.
They're on their way now. Each streetlight teaches him something new about Shilo as they go on. Her hair is crisp with dried blood. Graverobber chuckles to himself, red dandruff. Little baby bumped her head.
He imagines his own little "Gene Co style" commercial. "Amber's face fell off, Bambi's mother got shot, there's nothing Zydrate can't fix! Just see your friendly neighborhood Graverobber at the nearest dumpster." He'd never been so close to making himself throw up. He has all this God forsaken city's broken souls on an old torn up chain. A sort of twisted charm bracelet. Once a customer, always a customer.
"So.. any private places around here?" Those pitiful excuses for arms are wrapped around her waist. He could wrap his arms around her twice, not that he ever would, he's simply observing that she's a cheap customer. It wouldn't take much to erase the bad chapters. Black ink blurred with blue...
"Is that how you plan to pay?" He wasn't hoping, thank you very much. He likes to know the deal he's getting. Graverobber doesn't waste time.
"Er... I hadn't thought about it. I just needed something, you see-"
"You'd better decide before we get there, or I'll decide for you. And trust me kid, if I enjoy it, you won't." She has to be a virgin... locked up her entire life. Although he did meet her sneaking out, and that dress is way too fucking short. A bunny among the wolves, he'll hate to lose a customer, but hell, nature is nature. He'll be at her grave in a month.
In the light her skin is smoky with dirt. Long-dry tears leave grimy streaks along the curves of her face. She's pretty. Not that it matters to him. It's just shocking, really. It's been a long time since he'd seen natural beauty. She's never had a surgery in her life, never had Zydrate. Looks like he'll be tearing up two cherries tonight. He smiles.
"You look like shit, kid."
"Let's get this over with." She takes a step forward and pushes him against the wall beside the dumpster. Damn. She's not as weak as he thought. How tight can he make those hands cling onto him?
She knows she looks weak, it's an advantage. Had he been expecting that blow, she'd have never pushed him that far. Although she is stronger than she seems...
She brushes her lips on his cheek just before his ear. Enough for him to feel each word escape her mouth.
"When's the last time someone fucked you harder than you could fuck them?"
The shadows make a tent over them but she can still make out the smirk spread tight over his face. For a second it reminds her of Pavi, and she can't help but laugh.
His smirk couldn't have disappeared faster. Now he's touching his face trying to figure out where this situation went wrong. Her pushing him against the wall is just too fucking sexy.
Any thoughts she'd had of other payments are long gone.
Shilo reaches down the front of her dress and pulls out a wad of cash. She dangles it before him as if she's just won a bet, still giggling.
"Zydrate, please?" There's nothing innocent about that smirk. She knows damn well what she's doing. She puts the money to his chest then moves it down his stomach. Fucking tease. He snatches it from her.
"Where do you want it?" Ten seconds ago, this question would have never passed his lips.
"I can do it myself, thanks." Just like that, the vial disappears into the front of her dress. Those big innocent eyes meet his. There's something sexy about looking that innocent, yet being so seductive.
This girl might survive longer than he'd thought.