I'm sorry I took so long to update! I've been very busy, so this chapter is shorter than usual…Thanks so much for the reviews! They are very much appreciated!

I do not own any aspect of Repo! The Genetic Opera, but I am obsessed nonetheless…

"I'm not falling for that line," Shilo scoffed uncomfortably as she pushed Graverobber's hand away and turned from him. She was having a hard time figuring out the behavior patterns of Graverobber. One minute he was being a perverted, arrogant son of a bitch and then the next, he was being a kind and almost charming guy. Shilo knew she had not had much experience with the opposite sex, but she never figured a guy could be so difficult. Why won't he just get more Zydrate? she pondered. Shilo knew the drug was bad for her, but she didn't think she was addicted. Shilo did, however, feel a desperate need to obtain Graverobber's last vial of Zydrate, but she wouldn't consider herself addicted. Hmm… What's one thing that would make him distracted enough for this to work? she wondered as she tried to formulate a plan.

"Come on kid, lighten up," Graverobber whispered in Shilo's ear from behind. "Live a little."

"Live a little?" Shilo turned around with a sly smile and slowly placed her arms around Graverobber's neck. "We're still on the bed you know," she said enticingly.

Graverobber raised an eyebrow as Shilo straddled his legs and pushed him onto his back. She moved her hands around his chest and slipped them into his jacket, feeling around for his last vial of Zydrate. She leaned in closer till she was in proximity too close for comfort.

Shilo began to descend for a kiss, but stopped, barely hovering above Graverobber's lips. "Hmm… I think…" she started, trying to keep Graverobber distracted.

"Yeah?" Graverobber waited in anticipation.

"That…" Shilo lightly grazed her lips over his as she finally managed to get a hold of the last Zydrate vial. "You…need… to go… clean yourself up," Shilo said quickly."You said yourself that smeared makeup isn't quite in style." Shilo brought an empty hand to his face and gently wiped some of his whiteface paint off.

She jumped off of Graverobber and skipped to the door, Zydrate in hand, hidden strategically behind her back. "Across the hall," she commanded.

She's quick, Graverobber thought as he tried to regain himself. He got up and started to walk towards her.

"You're full of surprises kid, but your pick pocketing needs some work." He extended his hand to Shilo, gesturing for her to give back the Zydrate. "Don't get me wrong though..." he let out a low laugh. "I like your tactics..."

"Was I that obvious?" Shilo asked.

"Your tactics would have probably worked on any other guy, but let's just say I've had my fair share of scalpel slut frisks. I've learned to feel for it."

Graverobber smirked, "You were far more exciting than any scalpel slut though…"

Shilo placed the Zydrate vial back in his hand. "You should still take a shower. God only knows the last time you had one." She opened the door. "Go on."

Graverobber walked out into the hallway and turned around to face Shilo. "You can join me if you want," he grinned.

"Umm…" Shilo said looking him up and down. "I think I'll pass."

"Suit yourself kid," he walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Shilo glanced around her room and decided to change out of her nightgown while Graverobber was cleaning himself up. She donned herself in a typical short, black skirt and a white Victorian lace top along with her black boots. Shilo left her room to go to the kitchen to look for food.

Shilo walked down the stairs and caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of the front door. She lightly touched her hair and moved it around a bit, desperately trying to make some good out of the bad. Shilo still didn't like what she saw despite her efforts. She gave up and continued in the direction of the kitchen. Shilo flipped a light switch as she entered the kitchen.

After searching the entire kitchen, Shilo could not find anything substantial to eat. There were just the same random tidbits that she had managed to live off of for the past five months. She sat down at the kitchen table with two candy bars in her hand.

How the hell did I survive the past five months? Shilo asked herself as she slid the candy bars on the surface in front of her. She placed her elbows on the table and grasped her head in her hands, feeling a headache coming on. Shilo couldn't even recall what she had done for last five months. She sighed with her head still in her hands as she considered the time she had lost and wasted. She closed her eyes as she ventured deeper into thought.

Every sound exaggerated itself adding to her impending headache. The steady dripping from the leaky faucet, the soft buzzing of the artificial light, the harassing ticking of the clock on the wall. Everything seemed to grow louder with each passing second. God, I've wasted so much time… The only time she felt good in the past five months was when she was in her Zydrate induced sleep…

"Hey, kid? You down here?" Graverobber yelled from the stairs disrupting Shilo's thoughts.

"Yeah," Shilo replied. She listened to Graverobber's footsteps as they got closer.

"What's wrong kid?" Graverobber asked from the doorway behind Shilo.

"Oh, um… nothing… I have a headache that's all. I guess I can take a…Whoa…" Shilo responded as she turned around.

"Whoa, what?" asked a clean, make-up free Graverobber.

"It's just…I mean, I've never seen you without all the… you know," Shilo replied as she gestured to her face.

"What? Do I look bad or something?"

"No… it's just kind of funny to see you… sort of normal, I guess…"

"Normal?" Graverobber asked as he raised an eyebrow. "Do you like me normal?"

"I don't know…" Shilo stared at him intently as her mind raced with thoughts.

"You're gawking," Graverobber interrupted arrogantly.

"And you're less mysterious and dangerous looking without all the makeup…" Shilo nodded.

"Girls always seem to dig that look…" he said as he sat down in the chair next to her.

Shilo winced in pain as her headache started to get worse.

Graverobber noticed and sighed. "You have sort of a hangover type thing from the Zydrate," he blatantly pointed out as he picked up one of the candy bars on the table. "This all you have?"

"Yeah," Shilo responded in pain.

Graverobber placed the candy bar back on the table and stared at Shilo next to him.

"Maybe some more Zydrate would help it," Shilo suggested hesitantly.

"No, Shilo," Graverobber responded quickly as he stared at her.

"But I'm in agony. You could go get more," Shilo insisted. "Please?"

Her words etched themselves into Graverobber's mind. They were the words of the beginning of a Zydrate junkie. Shilo was hooked and after only one hit. It was entirely Graverobber's fault and he knew it.

A/N Once again, sorry this was short, but I'm finally going on a vacation despite my busy schedule and I didn't want to postpone my updating any longer. I hope you enjoyed!