Chapter One: The First Hit , The Chance Meeting

I was laying down in my favorite spot, a back alley. To be more specific, a dumpster in a back alley. From there, I could hear the sounds of the world, including the sound of a sobbing young girl. I jumped from my position and out of the dumpster. I blinked once, twice, three times before I realized I was staring into the beautiful, (then unchanged) face of Carmela Largo. She was pretty enough, with a soft desperate look on her face and deep sapphire eyes. She didn't even notice me at first, but she went on blubbering to herself (or so she thought) about being hated, ignored, and needing desperately to change. I hated tears, so I tried immediately to stop them.

"Stop!" I shouted.

She finally looked up at me, with pleading amber eyes. "Help me..." she whispered almost inaudibly.

I took out my vial and my Z gun. "What's that?" She coughed.

"Zydrate, fixer of your pain." I chuckled.

She licked her lips, breathing heavily, "How much for a hit?"

I explained to her that her first hit was always free. She smiled and muttered something about her dad never giving her enough credits. I rolled my eyes. Spoiled brat! But I decided to ignore my ultimate disgust for the silly little heiress. I popped the Zydrate into my gun and asked her where she wanted it.

"Where do all the other sluts get their's?" Carmela sneered.

I rolled my eyes and pressed the Z against her upper thigh. She let out a satisfied moan and slithered onto the brick sidewalk. I smiled, not shocked at her demeanor, I had seen it all before. The first hit was always the best, they said. I studied her face for a moment petting her ever so softly. It was a cold winter night and in her stripper-esque "clothes" she looked freezing. I wrapped myself around her protectively, shielding her from the cold and from any onlookers. As she began to wake up,hours later, I moved myself away from her so she wouldn't know I had been so close to her body. Her in general, really.

She awoke with a rosy color on her cheeks and a small smile on her ruby red lips, "Thanks. You know, I never got your name..."

I shrugged, "I do my job."

"Your name?" She asked once more.

"Don't have one, princess. But they call me Graverobber." I said nonchalantly.

"Odd, but I like it. It fits you."

I snorted, "Doesn't it though?"

"Help me..." she digressed.

"Look Princess, I already gave you your free Z..." I sighed, annoyed.

"No! Will you help me think of a new name? Carmela sounds old and ugly!" She whisper-shouted.

I thought for a moment, I had an unwilling urge to help this fragile little girl. "How old are you?" I blurted out.

"I'm 14 and a half." She answered smugly.

"Alright, I'll help you."

"Great! I need something sweet, yet slutty. Classy, yet trashy, got it?" She spoke fast and squeaky.
"How about Sweet, Amber Sweet?" I offered, without much thought.

She gasped, "I love it." She kissed me right on the lips.

We both stood there for a moment, not knowing what to say or do.

Finally, she said, "Well, see you around Graverobber. I'll be back for more Z."

"Of course you will!" I called after her as she scampered away, "Later Carm- I mean Amber!"

Neither of us knew how much one name would change her forever.