Again, I don't own anything from Repo, don't make any money, and just enjoy playing with it.

The Genetic Opera

Months after the opera, Graverobber hid in a dumpster to avoid the GeneCops and thanked the stars that his luck seemed to be so good recently. This was his third escape from the GeneCops in as many days and they hadn't raided his usual alley in weeks. Things continued to be good for the drug dealer as months turned into years.

Occasionally he would find a Zydrate gun, dropped in the street, or a new pair of boots on a dead body. It wasn't until he found a new coat just days after his old one snagged in the graveyard and tore right in half that he realized all of his finds came just after something happened to the old one. The syringe he had found after he dropped his bag and bent the tip of his old one. The box of empty capsules came after cracking the last of his. And the buckles on one of his boots had just torn off when he had found a new pair, and just the right size. Maybe his uncanny ability to evade the cops wasn't really skill.

His eyes wandered skyward to the hovering billboard. Shilo had stayed out of the headlines after the buzz from the opera died down and no one ever really saw her. Usually it was Luigi or Pavi that dealt with the masses and there were often rumors as to how the brothers had killed her in her sleep, or were keeping her locked up. But as soon as a rumor would flare up, Shilo would be spotted by some keen eyed paparazzi being driven across the city or stepping into a building and the rumors would die down again.

Graverobber had tried to forget the night before the opera when he had lain with the slender woman, but she would wheedle her way into his mind constantly. Every time he had tried to accept alternative payment from a junkie, he was left with the obvious problem of his equipment not working. But as soon as he was back in his bed and thought of the way she had ridden him, he was hard in an instant. Alone in his bed with a throbbing cock, he knew that she hadn't forgotten about him. But other than cleverly hidden gifts, he never heard from her.

Until he saw the fancy car stopped outside of Marni Wallace's tomb. Not daring to believe that it could actually be Shilo in the car, he crept closer, not even thinking once that it could be a trap. The car was completely empty, even of the driver and his hopes fell. He was so sure she would be sitting there watching him through the smoked glass. The grave robber sighed and glanced again at the mausoleum. The door wasn't closed and a faint blue glow came from within.

He debated peeking through the door, and in the end curiosity and longing won out. The first thing he saw was Shilo placing an orchid on her mother's grave. She looked just as pale and pure as when he had first seen her in this same room but her hair was short and obviously her own. The grave robber smirked to himself, so the Zydrate hadn't corrupted her, had instead freed her from her sickness.

Then the light source shifted and he looked around. A girl, no more than 4 was carefully choosing her steps until she was swept up into Shilo's arms and spun around. They came to a stop with Shilo's back to the door and the girl held up a Zydrate vial on a fine chain. One handed, Shilo took the necklace and slipped it over the child's head.

"Your daddy gave me this when we met."

Graverobber's eyes went wide. He had given Shilo a vial when they had first met. His eyes went to the child's hair and thought it looked similar to his, light and slightly wavy. It was even pulled back the same way his always was. But there was no way it could be his daughter. The little girl shouldn't even exist. There hasn't been any children in almost a decade.

"Daddy!" The girl had looked right at him over Shilo's shoulder and was smiling brilliantly at him.

Slowly, Shilo turned around, shifting the girl in her arms. "Graves."

He couldn't decide if he wanted to disappear back into the graveyard, or wrap his arms around the petite woman so he just stayed where he was. "Who?" He glanced at the child playing with the necklace.

"Gabriel. Graves, I've tried to tell you about her since I found out."

"Then why didn't you?" He instantly regretted how harsh he sounded.

"Everything happened at the opera and then I didn't know if you would even want to know."

"Gabriel, huh?"

Shilo held the girl out and she quickly wrapped her hands around his neck. "Hi Daddy!"

"Of course I want to know her."

"You're not mad at Mommy?"

"Never, Precious. I'm very happy to see you and your mom."

Gabriel planted a big kiss on his cheek. "Coming home with us?"

The drug dealer looked at Shilo. "I don't know if that would be a good idea."

"We were kind of hoping you would at least give it a shot."

The moment the child laid her head on his chest he knew he could never let her go.