The sunlight penetrated the soft darkness even as Graverobber's eyes remained closed. Of course, in the night his and Mag's bodies moved to lying positions. When he cracked his eyes open he was facing the couch. One arm was pinned under Mag's sleeping form, the other was draped over her shoulder. Mag remained in a peaceful slumber, her head resting next to his chest. A small smile graced his lips as he took in her beauty once again. It was the first time he'd awaken in her arms and had been the only one awake. He was torn between kissing her gently, and continueing to marvel at her beauty, letting her stay in her blissful state of sleep.

His mind wandered. It was amazing to think that Blind Mag was figuratively his. If he were told that but a month prior, he would possibly laugh but more definitely insist that whoever had told him that had had too much Zydrate. Yet, there they were. He loved her, she loved him. It would've been the perfect romance if they'd lived in simpler times.

Slowly, Mag's eyes opened. She smiled when she saw Graverobber. "I fell asleep, huh?"

"That appears to be the case," his tone was jokingly sarcastic.

She sighed. "Aw, that's too bad. You were in my dreams, then. Boy, were they beautiful." Her voice held an intriguing sadness.

"Why don't you tell me about them? It might help them become reality."

"I wish that were true - I don't think it could ever happen, though."

"Tell me anyway?" He was curious, especially now that he got the vibe that the dreams were happy and how unreachable they were was why she was sad.

"Well, we kept talking, kissing, and hugging. I didn't go back to work. I stayed with you, with Marni, Nathan, and Shilo. You. . . you proposed in front of everyone. . .we were just so happy. . ."

The curiosity had been incresed. "Who are they? Marni, Nathan, and Shilo?"

Hearing all three of their names, although she had just said them, made her cry. "Marni was my best friend. Nathan was he husband, and Shilo their daughter. I was supposed to be Shilo's godmother, but Marni got sick. . .she dies and Shilo never had a chance to live. She. . .she would have been seventeen."

It was more information than Graverobber expected. He sympathized, living with that had to be hard. He held her close. He wasn't sure what to say, because he knew better than to promise everything would be alright when he knew for a definite fact that it would not. For the moment he didn't need to say anything, because Mag went on.

"I'm sorry. I - I didn't mean to say all that." Seventeen years and the painful emptiness still remained. The longer she thought on it the more she grew to hate the dream.

"You don't need to apologize, Mag. It had to come out sometime, I understand." He rubbed her back gently with his free arm. "Maybe that shower will take your mind off it." He actually wanted to feel the water of the shower running down his body. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd showered.

Slowly, she nodded. "Hopefully." She carefully raised herself off of him and got off the couch. She took his hand and pulled him up. She hugged him, just to feel loved. She felt his soft caress as he wiped her tears away and knew in that moment that her heart, in its entirety, belonged to him. This was the point of no return. Whatever he wanted, she would give. She had never loved so strongly before. Not for Marni or Nathan and she hadn't had the change to love Shilo. Honestly, she asked herself. Could you have expected anything else from the man that saved you in the alley?

Feeling herself being moved, Mag came back to hrself. Graverobber must have had a good memory of the house because he was leading her to the bathroom. When they got there he chuckled. "I can not believe you slept in that thing." He was unlacing her corset.

She smiled. "Well, invite yourself in," she commented.

That was when she saw Graverobber smile for what she believed to be the first time. He was smiling at her, because of her. Her enlightened mod had enlightened him. "Don't see why I can't, seeing how I have a key."

"Why do I have a feeling this is going to be one very sexual shower?"

"I don't know why you think that." He was teasing, because he knew he could now that she was in a better mood.

"You haven't kissed me today yet."

"What are you going to do about it?" He pushed her corset off and found the zipper to her dress. He slowly pulled it down.

"Well, I just might have to steal one from you."

"Oh yeah?" He pushed her dress down.

"Yeah. And while I'm at it I may just hold you prisoner." She stepped out of her dress and kicked off her shoes. She pushed her underwear down. She then began undressing Graverobber. She looked into his eyes for a brief, intense moment before their lips crashed together. She stepped into the shower. Graverobber had to remove the rest of his clothes before joining her.

When Mag turned the water on, it hit Graverobber square in the back. He took a second to adjust before trapping Mag against him. She started laughing and the joy was almost as musical as her singing. "It's going to be really interesting seeing you without makeup."

"It won't last for long. I'm going to get into yours after this."

Mag didn't care. She felt maybe she should have, but she didn't. The shower went on, the two taking turns washing each other. It was eerie how spotless Graverobber seemed to become with all the dirt from the streets washing away. "I have a question. If I were still blind, would you love me?"

"What kind of foolish question in that? Of course I would."

"Would you have saved me from that man?"

"Yes. Where is this coming from?"

"Only to confirm your love. I know you've already proved it, but knowing makes me feel good."

Graverobber didn't dare try to decipher the code that is woman. It would surely fry his brain. Besides, he couldn't blame her for slightly not trusting him. If he were in her shoes he'd be running, like any other sane person. In some ways he could be just as bad as a Repo Man.

Mag turned the water off and grabbed a towel to dry them off. As he dried himself, he could sense the ending of his soft side. He hoped Mag was smart enough to know when to run, because his control was slipping.

_ _

Later that day was when Graverobber snapped. There was no preventing what had been bound to happen, although he had tried many times to warn her. It was too late. Mag got to know his scary side quickly.

It had started out innocently enough. Graverobber pinned her to the wall and kissed her. When Mag tried to break free he didn't move. "Come on - will you please move?" Mag didn't know why he was acting like this. "I need to get food." She strugged to push herself away. She was trying to get to the kitchen. "I feel like I haven't eaten in forever!" It treaded on whining. And being frequently pressed to a wall isn't exactly fun, she silently added.

"Eat me." His teeth grazed her ear. He moved to her neck. He kissed it for a while. Without warning, he sunk his teeth in - a bite that any vampire would be jealoud of.

Mag continued to weakly push at his chest with no effect. He was stronger than she'd thought. He wouldn't budge the slightest. She had to admit she loved what he was doing to her. It just wasn't the right time for it. "Please!" She was practically begging.

Graverobber either mistook what she was beggin for or ignored her altogether. He pressed his teeth even deeper into her neck, drawing blood.

"Stop it!" Mag's voice held urgency. She wasn't enjoying it anymore. She was rapidly becoming fearful of him. It didn't feel good anymore. "Stop, please! You're hurting me!" She hadn't said the magic word that would earn his attention. How could she have? He hadn't thought to let her in on his hurt/harm policy.

The monster had taken control. It appeared to have a thirst for blood, not letting Mag go. Her pleas were becoming quite annoying. A growl emitted from his throat as he ripped his teeth from Mag's neck. Blood smeared across his lips, he looked the part.

Mag coulsn't stop screaming as she looked at the man that she loved. Even though he was hurting her and didn't seem to care, she still loved him. It was sickening, but it was true. She would endure whatever pain he would induce for the mere hope of feeling a gentle caress.

"Will you shup up?!" Graverobber smacked Mag, sending her to the floor. He kicked her, forcing her to her back. Kneeling down, he covered her mouth with his hand to muffle any sound she would try to make. "It would be a shame if you made me kill you," he cooed. With his free hand he stroked her forehead. "Wasting a pretty face like that would be awful." He bunched his hand in her hair above her forehead in a way that painfully tugged at her scalp. "I would much rather preserve it." He lifted her head off the floor only to send it back with lightning speed. It was just hard enough to make her unconscious, as he'd intended. Without her screaming interference, he could admire her beauty in peace. He laughed to himself. There was no way a Repo Man would have the change - he was going to get to her first.

Of course, his gentle side, the part of him that loved Mag, was screaming in his head against that thought. No one was going to 'get to' her. He would keep her safe.

Heh heh, his other self, the self that had seemed so separate before, laughed. He now literally seemed to share his body with someone else. Just how exactly do you plan on keeping her safe from yourself?

Graverobber ignored it. If he didn't believe he was crazy, didn't believ ehe heard what he thought he had, it would go away. He didn't have to listen to it. He would protect Mag. He was in control of his own actions. He wouldn't let the figment of his imagination fool him, because that was all it was, a figment of his imagination that was simply running haywire to represent what he was really afraid of.

Fighting wouldn't fix anything. If he let what was going to happen happen, and made sure Mag held onto her faith in him, he would be free. Free from his fear.