Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful Genetic Opera that is Repo! (Haha)

AN: I watched this for the first time late last night and have watched it about five times since! I simply love it. First fanfic for this (obviously) – show judge kindly.

"I will sing my final song at the opera tonight!" Blind Mag's voice rang out through the cemetery where the Grave-Robber so happened to be at work. Grave-Robber perked up, hearing the GeneCo poster child voice everyone knew so well. He knew of what would be her demise, and from the sounds of it – so did she. Some unknown force within him caused him to leap out at her from behind the tombstone she was walking by. His fingers had impulsively curled themselves around her arm. "What do you want, Grave-Robber?" Blind Mag pierced him with her eyes. She planned to absorb all the sight of the world before that night's opera; before her death.

As Grave-Robber replied, he felt detached from himself and completely connected at once. "Rumor has it you plan to depart from GeneCo after tonight's show, is that right?"

"Why should it concern you? I don't believe I know you."

"Is that right?" Grave-Robber disregarded her statement.

Blind Mag sighed and let her eyes descend to look upon the dirt floor. "It's true."

"Do you have a death wish?"

She snapped her eyes up to meet his again. Was that traces of concern she saw on his face? It was almost laughable. A Grave-Robber, concerned? Never. "Why does it matter? You'll have one more body to suck that precious Zydrate from. Am I more important than anyone else?"

"Yes." His word must have rang true, at least to him. If not, would he still have that grip on her arm? "Just as Marni was important to you."

Blind Mag's eyes already had a glassy appearance, and the tears that came made them appear even more so. She twisted her face from his view as much as she could without getting her arm torn off in the process. "Who are you to speak of Marni?"

Grave-Robber shook his head and let out a throaty cackle. "Mag, Mag, Mag. Even with eyes you are as blind as a bat." Insensitive as it was, he made up for it with his next statement. "You were kept so in the dark before the surgery. You didn't know Marni had a brother, did you?"

Mag closed her eyes against the trembling tears, but turned her head slowly in his direction. "Please do not lie." Her voice was soft, delicate.

"I am telling the truth, Mag. I am Marni's brother. And I have admitted to no one else before, but I've been quite taken with you."

Mag didn't know how to feel, what to think. She shrugged. "Doesn't matter. Tonight's the end. Besides, after the surgery everyone loved me."

"Even before the surgery, Mag. Ever since we were but teenagers. Always have been smitten by you. By your beauty. I know I sound disillusioned, crazy, like the common grave robber. But when I snuck back home to watch you and Marni, I was constantly aware of my heart. Just as I am reminded now that I have one. You are not GeneCo's property – you understand? A contract is a stupid piece of paper. Don't let yourself go like this."

Mag shook her head furiously. "Lies, pretty words and promises. This is no world for feelings like that. I must meet my fate. It is my choice, no one else's. Let me go."

The Grave-Robber had to get tricky. He whipped out his Zydrate gun and quickly zapped it into her shoulder. Blind Mag fell limp, feeling completely nothing – except perhaps alive. Grave-Robber caught her and slung her over his shoulder. He carried her away, far, far away.

Neither Grave-Robber nor Blind Mag were seen or heard of again. That though, was a good thing.