Hey, guys! So, I've been a fan of Repo! for quite some time now, but this is the first story I've ever written for it. I just started writing it a little while ago, but I couldn't stop myself from putting up the prologue. The first and second chapters are done, and should be up within the next few days.

You may be wondering, why Pavi? Well, he's one of my favorite characters from Repo!, and although I adore Graverobber, he's got a lot of stories written about him already. In other words, Pavi was a natural choice.

I hope you enjoy the prologue! It's not much, but it certainly sets the stage for the story to continue. I'd love to hear what you think!

Disclaimer: Repo! the Genetic Opera is the property of Terrance Zdunich and Darren Smith. I own nothing.

Blood, Lust

ProloguePaviche Antonio Largo stood at his window, holding back one of the heavy velvet drapes in order to see out from behind his stolen face. He didn't know what he had expected; a clear night sky filled with stars? Instead, he saw rain droplets hitting the glass in a steady stream, flashes of lightening proving to be one of the only natural sources of illumination that could ever be found on Sanitarium Isle. The perpetually darkened sky was the same as ever; thick and inky in its blackness, but in a way that suited Pavi just fine. After all, he had always been a night person.

A quiet rapping at the door notified Pavi of a visitor. "Come in." He welcomed, just loudly enough for whoever it was to hear. The door opened, revealing Giuseppe Borelli, Rotti's cousin and most trusted advisor.

"Buona sera, Giuseppe." Pavi greeted, stepping away from the window.

"Good evening, Pavi." Giuseppe returned, entering the room and closing the door behind him. "I must say, I am quite surprised that you're alone this evening. Are the genterns proving to be less…stimulating, of late?"

Pavi grimaced at his words. Ever since the last opera, he had found that his libidinous urges were less potent; still very much present, but they did not demand as much attention. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something had changed his wildly active sex life. Perhaps, just perhaps, the loss of his father had affected him more than he had cared to admit.

"Did you-a come just-a to talk about the Pavi's sexual activities," He began, raising an eyebrow. "Or is there another reason that you are here, mi parente?"

Giuseppe gave a chuckle. "You're absolutely right. I came to speak with you about…a matter of critical importance."

"And-a what is that?"

"GeneCo's influence on the public," He stated, his expression turning dour. "Ever since the last opera, GeneCo has seen a drop in sales; we have been robbed of our best way of promoting business."

Pavi remained quiet for several moments, considering the other man's words. "This is very true, but I am not in charge of the company. If you want help, you will have to talk to mi sorella, capisce?"

"Don't be like that, Paviche. We both know that Amber is a useless, zydrate-addicted zombie," Giuseppe hissed. "And she hardly has your…artistic flair."

"So, what are you-a suggesting, Giuseppe?" Pavi asked, growing interested.

"I am suggesting that you take over responsibility as both director and producer of the new and improved Genetic Opera." Giuseppe answered. Pavi's eyes widened.

"You're-a serious?" He prompted guardedly.

"Absolutely; we just need to find a new diva of equal talent as Mag." The older man confirmed, referencing the dearly-departed opera singer.

"That is-a no small task."

"I am aware…which means that we should start auditions as soon as possible."

Pavi tore his eyes away from his late father's advisor in order to gaze into the fireplace. The flames flickered and swirled sensually, as though they were a portent of the pleasure that Pavi would gain from accepting this proposal.

"Alright," Pavi agreed, nodding once. "I will do it."