Hello my lovelies,

Lady White Roses at your service

Before our next installment

I would like to thank Millenia-The-Wings-Of-Valmar for stopping by for a read.

I would like to inquire if any of you want to read some fluff in later chapters

On with the show

The putrid smell that clung to the enclosed space made Shilo gag. She rested on a plastic garbage sack and her feet rested in a puddle of slime. How can he sleep in these? Shilo questioned as she pinched her nose. The sound of footsteps shuffling and scuffing along the ground reverberated inside the dumpster. Her patience was dwindling fast as the slime seeped into her shoes. She lifted the lid just enough to peer out and see the alleyway had emptied out save a few huddled around a burning trash barrel. She proceeded to lift the lid and climb out quickly. Her heart raced as she took off out into the alley as her head throbbed.

"No...Not now," She whispered meekly.

Her mind flashed back to the opera. The fake snow and sticky blood from her father entered her mind's eye. "You've gotta fight it!" Rotti's voiced echoed in her head. " Someone, please, help my daughter!" Her father pleaded.

Something clicked in her mind. Her dad had pleaded and begged strangers to help her, but Rotti told her to fight it. Even though she hated the man, he was right. She had to fight it. No one was here to take care of her. She took in a deep breath and exhaled smoothly before she took flight.

The Pavi took to pacing the floor of his quarters as he awaited the information he requested his lovely genterns to retrieve for him. An unsettling fear had his stomach in knots as he fiddled with his mirror. His forever grin reflected at him made it worse.

" This is no laughing matter, eh." He spoke to himself.

A knock at the door sent him running. He opened it quickly as his lovely gentern stepped inside. She kissed his cheek and leaned in to whisper into his ear. A panic set in on the Pavi as he quickly dismissed her.

Amber sat on her favorite couch playing with her hair, twirling it around her fingers as she admired the newly acquired curl to it. She wore her newly designed dress that would soon hit stores for others to buy. The black lace accented her pale skin, something she knew he coveted. It left little to the imagination. It was something she was proud of. Her fingers curled around the riding crop she had on the floor as the elevator dinged. She sat up to receive the gertern and the cello-file.

"Ms. Sweet, your brother has collected a group of suspects on the leak," the brunette stated quickly as Amber looked through the file.

Her Z-colored eyes scanned through the employee photos until she stopped on one with lavender colored hair and the deepest blue eyes that rivaled sapphires. Her expression went sour with envy at the beauty of the girl was far better than her own. A cruel smile curved on her full fake lips.

" Mr. Largo wants to know what it is you wish to do with the suspects."

" Execute them all. Whatever it takes. Harvest the organs and any other parts to be reconditioned and recycled for sale and use. As for this one." She paused as she pointed at the photo. " I want her eyes personally."

" Yes, Ma'am." The gentern replied and turned to leave.

" Have my surGens ready in an hour, as well. Hold my calls. I'm going out. Send in my valet."

I stood stock-still as a gerntern entered and spoke quietly with Luigi. The expression on his face was eager and filled with a lustful excitement. Three of the other suspects were lead out of the office, leaving only three of us left. The door clicked. Locked. Trapped. Luigi rose to his feet and walked toward us. His gait was all too cocky. My gaze wondered to the large window that made one wall of the office. I won't beg to this man. My hand grazed the top of my gun that was concealed underneath my trench coat.

He looked intently at each of the others until he came to me. He grabbed my chin roughly and turned my face forcefully. His smirk grew.

" Let me guess, those pretty eyes are the originals?" He sneered as the knife he hid in his sleeve met the flesh of my cheek. " Maybe I'll cut them out myself."

Graves didn't look back as he went down the alley. He couldn't believe he was actually looking for Amber. He grimaced at the very thought of her. Her saw her standing with her two valets, flanking each side. She wore nothing but black lace over her plastic body as her dark hair cascaded in soft ringlets down her back, reaching to her waist. She beckoned with a curled finger and a seductive smile.

" I wanna hit. Now."

" Pay me, bitch." He growled low as she licked her plump lips.

"Of course." She replied as she pressed against him.

He bent to her ear and whispered," Not here." He tried to feign seductiveness, but it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

" Where then?" She asked with a pout.

" Your place. Your room. Your bed." He whispered. His expressions of disdain were hidden in her hair.

"Fine then." She relented. She wanted him in her bed. She would have him as a slave for the drug and the sex.

She bought it, hook, line and sinker. He thought proudly to himself. Manipulating her was almost too easy.

When at Geneco, she hurried him to her room. She sent her valet away, leaving it just the two of them. She quickly pressed her body to his, grinding against him. His thoughts were far away from Amber. A certain girl with purple hair kept seeping through his thoughts. I'm doing this for her. He thought.

" Come on, naughty boy...can't get it up? Been playin' around with the corpses too long?" She asked as she reached for her riding crop, readying it for a play smack.

Graverobber's patience was far from great as he reached into his satchel and pulled out the gun. A vial was already screwed in, ready for release. His fingers curled around her tiny throat as he walked them both to the edge of her king size bed. This game was just sick. She was just disgusting, a poor excuse for a human being. Not that he was great example, but her father created this world, which formed him into what he was now. She was just a rotten apple straight to the core and helped corrupt this world a little more. He squeezed tighter, watching her take small gasps. He placed the gun underneath her collarbone and sunk the needle into the flesh. He pulled the trigger and watched her disappointment disappear and her lips formed an 'O' in medicated relief. He pushed her onto the bed and watched her fall onto it listlessly. A soft moan escaped her lips. He unscrewed the empty vial and put his gun back in his pack.

" Go get cut, bitch," He stated as he threw the empty vial at her as she slipped into unconsciousness. He turned on his heel and left her bedroom. He strolled into her office gazing at her desk and the large screen behind it. He caught a glimpse of the cello-file that had a photo of Evangeline on it. Like the other photos before it, it brandished a large read X and in the employee details, on the last line, it read 'deceased'.

"Shit!" He exclaimed as he turned to the door. He couldn't possibly be too late. He just couldn't!

The elevator doors slid open as he rushed his way in, only to collide with slender mass that could only be a body.

Shit! I'm fucked! He cursed inwardly.

Do I have you on the edge of your seat yet?

Sorry lovelies, but I have to keep the suspense going.

It's all good fun.

Please feel free to send me a line or review to let me know how I'm doing

Since this story is really flowing and coming together well

Expect another installment later this week.

I was considering putting a little bonus ficlet within the chapters about Graves

But I think I might need a few more reviews or maybe someone demanding it

(It could be a steamy shower scene)

Then again it could be Shilo in a steamy shower scene (gotta cater to the male readers too ladies)

Anyway enough rambling

til next week

Ta-ta