Disclaimer: I own nothing, I just want some graverobber in my life
Graverobber was finishing up His nightly sales, brooding in his usual manner. It had been three days since that Dark and Fateful night...
"I'm Infected..."
Graverobber's ears pricked up. He Knew that voice.
Shiloh...
He knew her name he just called her kid to remind himself how she was just too young for him. He had met her in a tomb, told her she was beautiful. And he meant it. She spooked and ran, not understanding that she had already crossed the line into his world, with him. She was his, Beautiful, Pure, but broken in many ways. Graverobber knew he had to re break her wounds to put her back, but she would be glorious once he did.
"I'm Infected" Her voice cut out, followed by the soft sobbing associated with young ladies. His heart throbbed a little in response, surprising the cynical graverobber, who was unused to sympathy, or concern for other living beings. But for Shiloh, He would endure it, accept it. Anything for Her. His Shiloh.
"Kid?" He ventured a whisper, knowing that she wouldn't appreciate the nickname, but unable to use her true title, afraid his voice might give away his true feelings.
Her heels clicked down his ally, Her shadow cast unsteadily on the brick wall before Graverobber saw her slim figure emerge from around the corner.
"I'm..." her voice trailed off into a whimper as she slumped into his waiting arms