A/n- Terrance Zdunich told me Graves real name was Clarence Zamoomich : P I Lawled!

Shilo leaned into the hug, glad for his body warmth in this cool dreary tomb. "Graves… Im sorry…" She pulled back and looked at him through worried eyes. "What am I to you…" He looked at her, shocked. "I mean, am I just a host at a house you can shower at and provider of your food…" The tears glazed her eyes.

Graverobber pulled her close again. "Shilo… Im sorry about this, but," He lifted her chin and kissed her. "You are acting like such a kid!" He smiled at her warmly at her confused and blushing face. "I like being around you, your smart, funny…" He grinned, "You learned how to get'Z' quick too." He winked at Shilo. He suddenly stood up and pulled her up by her shoulders and pushed her gently back to the whole in which they came through. "Shi, you go back to your house. I will be back in a while," At her disbelieving glare he frowned. "I promise, and a robber never breaks a promise." He laughed at her incredulous look.

"Of course they do! They rob stuff!" She went into the pathway without anymore of a fight though. "You better come back, or you're in for it." Graves held a hand to his heart and smiled wistfully.

"Be still my terrified heart, she can threaten like the best of us!" She winked again and slid the door back into place, leaving Shilo with the fire light- latten walls. Shi smiled despite the moist and bug ridden sides. She turned and walked back into her house.

When entering her father's old lab, she walked to a table with blood stains on it and a couple scalpels. A finger on the table told her this blood was over a year old, before her father had gotten shot at the Opera. "Years, its been so many years, resenting the years, and my heredity, oh, I have hated and loved you, I have hidden behind you, but I finally see…" She wiped away a tear. "Dad…" She found an old medicine bag (She intended to clean up) with more medial instruments and threw up in the sink, which was also stained with the life giving liquid." What did you do in here…" Shilo slid to the floor, her face drained of all color, tears streaming freely. She trembled in her arms, wrapped protectively around her legs. She cried, she had not cried this hard since she had said goodbye to her father at the Opera. She knew he was a Repo Man, but she didn't realize what the entitled…She had thought that all he did was repossess, not kill… She had worried about Mag, but only because Shilo knew she needed her eyes, they were a part of her image, and they helped her see when she was blind, not to mention she didn't know about her fathers' Night Surgeon job then…

Graverobber called from upstairs, "Shilo? Kid where are you?" Shilo could hear him upstairs, his heavy boots thumping. He walked into the basement, cautious. "Kid? You down here?" He saw her leaning against the blood ridden sink and ran over to her. "Oh shit-, Kid!" He knelt down and pulled her into his arms. He pushed her head into his shoulder so she didn't have to see anymore of her old man's night work. He picked her up and he walked out to her living room and sat down on the couch. "Shi, are you okay?" He lifted her head back up and she was sobbing. He let her use his shoulder as a pillow and she cried into his shoulder.

"G- Grav-ves, I- I'm sorry." She blubbered trying to get compossed. "I knew about his Repo nights at the end, but I never went in there and tonight I-" She was cut off by Graverobber pressing his lips to her gloss-lined ones. He hugged her tightly and kept kissing, she melted into him. She had, after all, liked him from the moment they met in that dark graveyard a year ago. Shilo had thought he liked her too, but lately she was positive. He was usually mannered a certain way, especially around his 'clients' but with her he was usually so calm and humorous. Plus the fact that they had only just started kissing a week or so ago. She had self esteem issues… Not interacting with other teens had given her a slight complex.

Suddenly, Graves pulled away and went onto one knee. He looked at Shilo pointedly, who in turn, looked at him blankly. Graverobber laughed and reached into one of his jackets many pockets and pulled out a small scrubby looking box, "Shi…" She stared at him; he grinned and took a small silver ring out of the box.

"Oh!" Realization hit.

"Shilo, would you like to spend everyday with me as my wife?" He blushed, which was actually adorable, and smiled wider.

"Bu-? When? Oh my God!" She started crying all over, and this time she didn't stop it. "Graverobber…." She blushed and looked at him timidly.

"Yes, Shilo I am sure I want you. Why do you think I have been selling so much Zydrate?" She shook her head, "I've been saving up to bye you this…"
He showed her the ring and she gasped. It was a small white gold ring, metal weaving on the sides and a blue topaz surrounded by diamonds. Shilo looked at him incredulously. And he grinned mischievously, "Yeah Shi, I really bought it, possibly the first thing I have ever actually bought…" His eyes shifted as he actually thought about things he might have purchased over his many years.

"Graverobber, I say yes!" Shilo scooted off the chair and went to the floor and hugged him.

"Ah, ah, ah!" He pushed her away, and she frowned, confused. "I have to out the ring on you." Shi smiled.

He slipped the ring on her pale finger and smiled, for the first time in a while, he felt whole. Shilo frowned at him.

"Graves….Why do you want to marry me?" She asked, her voice fading as she asked it.

"Well, I love you. You put up with me and my crazy life. You don't to 'Z', and you are concerned about me when I go out to sell it and find some. You even help me sometimes when I go to look for bodies; no woman I have ever gone out with has done that." He grinned, and kissed her head. "Your brave and funny, timid, but if threatened, you stick up for yourself…" He pulled back, amused. "Your like a skunk!" He dodged a hit aimed for his head and laughed. "Shi." He pulled her up to stand with him. "I love you for you, your strong Kid." He hugged her again and she smiled into his chest as he leaned his chin on her head.