Chapter 2

This Can't Wait

Author's Note: Again, I don't Repo! And, as a weird side note, some of the dialogue seems to be coming out rather song-y/lyric-y so enjoy that. Yes, those are words. I just made them that way.

He didn't entirely appreciate her presence. He found it unusual that he was being shadowed. Uncomfortable, even for him. Graverobbers, him especially, were solitary by proxy. What with their late hours and various occupational hazards, like death. A myriad of trysts with horny scalpel sluts. And death? Always death. Fuck, if she got him caught, they were both dead anyway. But she was so quiet. He barely noticed she had stuck close by. She had crouched down and pressed herself against a headstone. Watched him at his work. He quirked a smile, continued humming, kept working. He heard sigh with audible hunger as his little glass vials filled with the Glow. Saw her eyes glow with cravings. Heard her swallow it down. Again, he quirked a smile. She saw him, sneered in defiance but kept her mouth kept tightly shut. She must know of the danger they faced just by being in the graveyard.

"Talk.," he ordered quietly, voice barely rising above a whisper.

SHURA: "Not now. Not here. Not like this.

It seems maybe I'm a bit remiss

But it'll have to wait

It's already too late

I've already left too much up to fate

No, no, this can't wait

I have to hurry before it's too late

But your timing is, well, aggravating

And this place is make things difficult to, well, navigate

I'm not really sure on how to-"

GRAVEROBBER: "Get to the point."

SHURA: "I wish I could-

I really should-

I really would-

But, ah, well, it's… Complicated.

And you're, ah, well, right.

GRAVEROBBER: "Hurry up. It's getting light."

SHURA: "Come with me

Come and see-"

GRAVEROBBER: "What's in it for me?"

SHURA: "Just come with me

And then you'll see

And then, I'll leave you be."