Chapter 2: Balance

A/N: Thank you for coming back! Another short chapter, but as I said, worth not length. Please enjoy, and review! Also, I should have mentioned this earlier, and apologize for not doing so. This takes place about two weeks after the Opera.

Graverobber rested his fingertips on the door before pushing it open.

The moonlight that he had expected to flood the room did no such things. It stood, shimmering coyly on the other side of the door frame. Now and them a beam crept in, but darted back just as suddenly, as though shocked by the darkness it had entered.

"Amber?" Graverobber called, he couldn't bear to raise his voice, the raspy whisper overpowered by the distraught weeping that filled the shed. But with no light to show the walls or floor, it might as well have been a void. A black hole in Blackhearts country.

"Amber?" he called again, straining his voice beyond a whisper. The noise startled two rats that turned their glowing eyes on him before scurrying off into the gloom. Becoming more and more uneasy, he decided that third time's the charm.

"Amber?"

In response he got a sharp intake of breath from the far corner of the room, them further weeping.

Rolling his eyes and wondering if this sad girl ass was worth taping, Graverobber pulled an enormous needle from his satchel and turned out the door.

Giving his eyes a moment to adjust to the moonlight he had forgotten was waiting for him, Graerobber tossed his bag back into the doorway, and headed purposefully left.

After glancing over a few tombs, he found a steady stream of beetles heading into a mausoleum. Taking the time to step on a few of the glowing insects as he passed, Graverobber was reminded of another sad girl ass that he could be tapping. As he quickly and shamelessly exhumed a body, he found a few scraps of morals and decided that taking advantage of under aged orphans was beneath him.

You'd like her to be beneath you, snapped a fragment of his subconscious. But who was it to judge when it had more than its share of unsightly thoughts tucked away in it.

After filling his needle, Graverobber left, leaving the body sprawled on the marble floor. The universe balanced, he killed a few bugs, gave the rest a feast. Musing over the ying-yang-ness of it all, the pale Casanova sauntered back to Juliet's balcony.

A/N: Yeah I know, but Graves was never really one for reading. ;) Review please!