Male: GraveRobber

Series: Repo The Genetic Opera

Dark blue eyes gazed about the run down room, it was tiny and falling apart but it was home. A pert nose wrinkled as a foul odor made its way to her. She turned her gaze towards the door to the small room that housed one bed a small table and a few other little run down things.

"Welcome home." Her voice was low as she watched the man enter the small room. He was tall, far taller than herself and lanky. Thin to the point of it be unhealthy. His face was pale and a bit clammy, his eyes were sunken in but glowed with glee. The dark bags under them only made them stand out more.

He was no doubt on the very drug he petted.

His long hair was pulled back out of his face and fell down to his upper back. It was tangled and unwashed yet she knew for a fact that when it was washed it was glorious. It rivaled her own raven locks which fell in a tangled mess to rest above her waist.

She gave him a small smile as he shoved the door shut behind him, it was missing a hinge or two. With a low groan she stood up, her black dress fluttering around her. Its ends were fraying but it still fit and she saw no reason to get a new one. If he could wear the same clothes for years so could she. It fluttered around her small dainty bare feet as she approached him.

His broad shoulders were hunched over, he no doubt had a bad night. Grave robbing was hard and it was only because of Rotti Largo, the name left a sour taste in her mouth, that he didn't have to worry about the GENCops.

Yet, as usual when the man was involved nothing was free.

GraveRobber was now his tool, to be used and tossed away when he broke. Like the many before him and the many that would follow.

"Hard night?" He nodded his head as he bent his knees lightly to receive the kiss she offered him, as per usual. Her lips were slightly chapped, like his own, but were soft and he ravished them before pulling back to give her an impish grin.

"No better or worse than yesterday. That fucking Amber offered to pay with 'other' sources of payment, bitch ran out of money." He gave a chuckle as she pouted and glared at him.

"You better not have…" She yanked his coat from his larger form and hung it on an exposed nail. She glared at him as laughed even more and pulled her into his arms, the scent of death clung to him. She huffed at him as he nuzzled her neck, laying a kiss to her pulse point.

"Never my dear, I only have one heart and it belongs to you…though I could always get a replacement…" He laughed yet grunted as she elbowed him in the ribs. "I kid, I kid." She let out an annoyed sigh but nodded.

"You better be…" She fought back a smile as his hands roamed her flat stomach as his lips and nipped at her neck. He was such a devious man. Always trying to get a rise out of everyone he came across. She was used to it but whenever he mentioned Amber it got under her skin. He also used his devious wits and sweet words to get others hooked on the drug he peddled.

Zydrate.

The name alone made her skin crawl. She hated the drug.

He knew that and never pushed it on her, let alone used it around her. He respected her and loved her the way she was. Not once in her twenty five years had she touched the drug or had a surgery that was not needed to keep her alive.

The same could be said for his twenty eight years, minus the drug taking, he like millions of others were far too poor to spend money on body parts they didn't need. Working for the old man he had been offered many a new organ yet he turned them all down.

Nothing was ever free.

He was still working to pay off the one surgery she had needed two years ago. Her heart had been so weak, about to give out when Rotti had shown up offer her a heart on a platter. In exchange he needed her dear husband to become the GraveRobber, by then he had already started peddling Zydrate to keep a roof over their heads, and he had accepted it.

Without a second of hesitation.

"Don't tell me we have to get you a new brain to?" She blinked out of her thoughts with a roll of her eyes. She turned in his arms to face him and shut him up with a kiss. She smiled as she pulled back to rest her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat.

He smiled as he gathered her small thin frame in his arms and flopped the queen sized laughed as she gave a huff but got comfortable in his hold. He smiledlikea conentcat ashe hld herand inhahled her knew that if he didn't have her to come to every night he would be no better then the junkies he peddled his drug to.

She was his reason for living and he would embrace his role as the GraveRobber and do it willingly if not stylishly if it meant keeping her happy and alive.