"They're gone," she informed as she walked to stand beside him. Graverobber sat up and hung his' legs over the side, lightly swaying them.
"Good. Must be nice having tat kind of power over Ms. Sweets," he commented nonchalantly.
"What do you mean?"
"Being the owner of GeneCo and such. You're the puppet master to the knife addicted President of GeneCo. The world is literally at your disposal."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Shiloh said trying to pretend like she didn't know exactly what he meant. Did she really think he hadn't heard her exchange with amber? Shiloh didn't give Graverobber a chance to respond. Instead, she quickly turned on her heel, and began to head back into the living room. "It's been a long day, and I'd like to get some sleep soon. Are you coming?"
Not wanting to spend the night in the cold unfeeling lab, Graverobber quickly hopped off the table and moved to follow his' hostess. He pushed the faux fireplace back into place and continued to follow the dark angel as she ascended the stairs. "Don't you hold a power over Amber too, Graverobber?"
"Not to the full extent that you do, my dear," he pointed out. "Sure, I can hold her need for 'Z' over her head, but that will only hold for so long."
"Hmm." Shiloh moved to the entrance of the library and stood to the side so Graverobber could enter. "Here you are."
"Okay. Thanks again, for everything." Shiloh gave him a smile that he'd never seen before. Usually people smiled at him ones that showed they had an agenda. There was nothing behind Shiloh's smile. It was a smile of honest, sincere friendship. Graverobber nodded to her, and then entered the library. Shiloh turned to head down the hallway towards her room, leaving him alone. He gazed around the room at all of the medical textbooks, and classical fiction stories that lined the room. He scanned each title, puzzling over whether Shiloh had already read it. Being in this room helped Graverobber to better understand the man that was Nathan Wallace.
Having been in the laboratory, Graverobber had only sensed pain, death, and an almost animalistic feeling in the atmosphere. It was like a sterilized den of a bloodthirsty beast. The library offered a great contrast. It was filled with warmth and love. He imagined seeing Nathan sitting diligently at his' desk, working on some reports with textbooks piled around him. Marni would have probably brought him tea and snacks as he diligently worked. On a shelf, Graverobber noticed a children's storybook. He wondered how many times Nathan must have read each story to Shiloh. These two rooms showed the two sides that made up the infamous Repo Man.
Pulling off his' jacket and shirt, Graverobber pulled the children's book off the shelf and brought it over to the couch. Being a child of the street, he'd never really heard any stories that came from a book. Curious, Graverobber laid back and proceeded to read each tale, devouring its words like a starved man. He'd managed to make it to the Prince having discovered Cinderella's shoe, when a blood curdling scream ripped down the hallway from Shiloh's room.
Graverobber sat up straight. Normally, his' senses would tell him to flee from the source of the horrific noise, but he instantly knew it was Shiloh. Every fiber in his' body urged him to run to her rescue. When a second scream erupted, Graverobber was on his' feet and flying down the hallway. The illusionary Marnis reached out to him. They almost seemed to plead for him to help her' tortured daughter.
When Graverobber opened the door to Shiloh's room, he found her lying inside the medical tent encased bed. She tossed and turned in he covers, her face scrunched up in sorrow and horror. Graverobber wormed his' way around the medical machines, and pulled back one of the flaps. He wondered what images were torturing this sweet woman who didn't seem to be capable of doing harm to anyone. He waited until she'd stopped squirming before Graverobber sat down on the bed beside her. He gently laid a hand on Shiloh's cheek. "Shiloh, wake up."
Her eyes shot open, and she was instantly sitting upright, her arms in a vice like grip about his' neck. Her breathing was ragged, and she slightly trembled. Graverobber could tell that whatever she'd seen in her dreams had frightened her even after waking up. As he held her and tried to soothe her nerves, Graverobber couldn't help but muse over the fact that this was the first time in a long time that any woman had ever clung to him like this.
Most of the women he'd held in the past were not trembling out of fear, but because they were detoxing. Amber was never one to cuddle after sex. She would use him for sexual release, when he'd let her, and then become very distant. It felt nice to have someone who almost seemed to need him. Shiloh clinging to him, wrapping her arms about him without any sign of release made him feel wanted. It was a strange, but good sensation.
"He's going to kill me," Shiloh whispered through a shaky voice.
"Who, Shiloh? Who's going to kill you?"
"The Repo Man." The word sent a chill down Graverobber's spine. "He killed my mother, my father, and now he's going to kill me."
"Shh, Shiloh," he softly soothed. "No one's going to kill you."
"He will," she said in a hushed determined tone. Graverobber had wondered shortly after the incident at the Genetic Opera how it would affect the brave young girl that walked away from it all. She had been covered from head to tow in her father and god-mother's blood. That would have had to make some impression upon the poor girl's psyche. Now he was getting to see its ending result. The Repo Man that her father had been was now her own personal boogie man. He stalked her dreams, bringing feelings of doom and death. Graverobber wondered how many times Shiloh must have woken up screaming like this over the many years. How many countless nights had she lain awake, fearful to close her eyes?
"Don't worry, kid," he affectionately called her by his' former nickname for her. "You're safe."
"Stay with me tonight."
"What?"
"Don't leave me alone," she begged. Shiloh continued to hold diligently to his' neck, but she finally looked him in the eyes. Graverobber thought he could see the loneliness that had come from years of living on her own, and having no other companionship than her parents' stone graves swelling within her eyes. She looked at him like a woman who was tired of spending nights alone in her bed. "I don't want to be alone anymore."
The thrill of being needed ran through Graverobber, like a power surge. He could feel his' senses heighten as the still slightly trembling woman gazed deeply into his' eyes. He saw for a brief moment the seventeen year old girl who had watched everyone around her die and walk out a stronger person for it. Here she was, saying she needed him. The feeling almost made him drunk with power. Unable to stand the swelling within, Graverobber crushed his' lips against her trembling mouth.
Shiloh gave a soft squeak in surprise, which only excited Graverobber even more. She was so soft, so vulnerable, unlike the dominatrix-bitch he was use to. Amber liked to be in control of everything, including sex. Graverobber would give into her need for control, but whenever he tried to take control she'd yell at him and even hit him. Amber truly was a psychotic, unstable bitch, completely different to the woman whom held him close and moaned as his' tongue forced her lips apart to explore her mouth.
Shiloh seemed to follow his' subtle commands without much resistance. When he'd started trailing kisses down her jaw line, Shiloh tilted her head back to expose her neck to him. When his' hands began to explore the curves of her breasts, she arched her back so that they were planted firmly in his' hands. Shiloh's form melted easily into the mattress below her as Graverobber pushed her gently with his' own body. She was open to him, allowing him to explore her body at his' pleasure. He truly possessed her, and he liked it.
Yet, he knew he wasn't fully dominating her. When Shiloh's fingers had entangled themselves in his' hair and pulled ever so gently, he'd given her a low, throaty groan to let her know he liked it. As they then traveled down his' back to gently squeeze his' ass, Graverobber rewarded her by hungrily digging his' pelvis in between her legs, making her moan with excitement. Shiloh felt him as he pulled the bed sheet away, and gently tugged her nightgown up. She responded by pulling it off the rest of the way to expose her naked flesh and started fiddling with the fastener on his' pants.
"God, you taste divine," he whispered in her ear once they both lay naked, Shiloh cradling him between her legs. She merely smiled at him, a sense of prolonged sadness fading from her. Graverobber felt a certain high knowing he'd put that smile there. It was like its own kind of drug, better than anything Zydrate could induce. Shiloh wrapped her legs around his', her heels gently pushing into the back of his' thighs urging him to complete their union. Graverobber didn't waist a moment as he guided himself inside of her.
Shiloh gasped and arched as Graverobber inched his' way inside of her slick, velvety opening. With each delicious movement, the air around them became harder to possess. Halfway in, Graverobber heard his' usual seedy mind urging him to take her quick and rough, but he ignored it. The restrained calmness in and of itself was thrilling. Besides, he didn't want to hurt or scare the haunted pixie that writhed beneath him. A part of him wondered if this had been the first time she'd ever let anyone this close before.
Once he was all the way inside, Graverobber waited until he was certain Shiloh was ready. It gave him the chance to gently caress her all over and to softly suck on her hard nipples. Soft gasps escaped her, letting him know just how badly she needed this. Each time his' tongue flicked across the hardened flesh, Shiloh would convulse a little, like she had been shocked by a small jolt of electricity. The flesh that encased him twitched with pleasure, urging him on. Graverobber wasted no time as he slowly withdrew before forcefully driving himself back in.
Shiloh gave a moan of excitement and pleasure. Her hands left their hurried refugee from Graverobber's hair, and slowly made their way to his' shoulders. As he continued to set the rhythm for them, her nails began to dig into his' flesh. The nearly piercing feeling aroused him more. No longer satisfied with teasing her nipples, Graverobber trailed kisses up her chest and across her collarbone. He moved his' arms to rest beside Shiloh's head, allowing him better leverage and her hands to rest on his' hack. Sweeping the hair back as he continued to drive himself deeper into Shiloh's slick, aching flesh, Graverobber gave into a desire that he had. Shiloh's moans of pleasure became higher. Graverobber could feel Shiloh's release was coming, and the tensing of her most sensitive flesh threatened to pull over the Cliffside with her. He knew that, in order to prolong their tender moment, he would need to distract himself but it was too late. As Shiloh arched her back and let out a lengthy moan, her quivering body drove Graverobber into the void of ecstasy. Shiloh's nails dug deeper into his' flesh, making his senses heighten further.
The two of them held each other tightly as their bodies slowly calmed from the torrent of ecstasy. In that moment, Graverobber knew that there had never been a more perfect moment. Having this tortured goddess lying in a pool of mixed sweat beneath him made everything seem worth it.