Disclaimer: I do not own or make any money off of this story. I am just using it for fun. Repo! The genetic opera belongs to Terrance zdunich and company.
Thanks to my beta hanyouinlove
Amber
knew there was another reason why she kept coming back night
after
night. It wasn't just for the zydrate; it was the look
that Graverobber
always got in his eyes when she came around, that
little spark that said just maybe
they both felt something for
each other.
He never looked at her the way he looked at all of
the other women he zapped: he smiled
when their eyes glazed over
and they stumbled away, but amber knew
that when she would come
around his eyes would light up and he would put on a
different
smile; there would be a different bounce in his step as he swaggered
towards
her.
They both knew their little game that they
played, each never wanting to give
into the other. She would come
looking down the alley and he would just be
there waiting, as
patiently as he possibly could. She would walk up to him and
push
him against the wall that was the nature of their relationship, if
you could
even call it that. Give and take, push and pull. Back
and forth every night
they'd play and it never seemed to stop.
Amber never thought it would and
part of her wished it wouldn't.