I've been getting a lot of watchers for this. Man. I don't feel like writing this anymore, purely because my attraction to Graverobber is gone for the time being. (Well, yes, I was writing it as a type of fantasy thing.) I wrote this last semester, before a class. As you know it's been long since then and now I'm in my second semester. Really, I don't know if there's going to be any more chapters. This one's so short already. I just checked my email and realized people were subscribing to this, so I decided to upload this chapter anyways.

COMMENT COMMENT COMMENT if you want it to live! I'll try to bring the spark back between me and Graverobber. Hehe. 3

III - More Than a Scare

"Love! I think this is it, Marni, I worked for so long, Marni, Drink this- I know, I know it'll work.."

She smiled, taking the container and drinking it slowly. She looked back at him, smiling once again. Then everything turned black and white. She couldn't stand. Her body

was rejecting itself, spitting out everything. She was on the hospital bed once again, but this time dying. Sounds everywhere. Slicing, injecting, medicating, removing…

removing a part of her that would never be her, ever.

He had held her, close to him. He'd never hold a woman like that before, well, not out of concern and want, a want to help. It had happened so fast, and he almost felt

ashamed of his sudden feelings of panic, desperation.

He was wildly thinking,

'She's just a child. A child in a tight little dress. Little girls always make people feel bad, with their sob stories and their dark little eyes, squeaky voices and their killer

dads."

Jasmine and Graverobber were frozen. He loosened his hold on her, although her weight still rested on his body. Jasmine and Graverobber both took their first breaths

and looked at each other. Her body was going cold, retreating from the high-temperature ailment she just experienced. Graverobber's eyes went dark. Jasmine hung her

head.

"I tried, I swear I did. It was supposed to bind onto her anatomy and help her tolerate the sudden stop of medication, I kno-"

"Mom..?"

Jasmine looked up. Graverobber's eyes widened.

She heard the sounds of a young woman's voice, a sound that was asking for forgiveness and full of sadness. She immediately thought of her mother. Her hands were on

Graverobber's chest, her ear located right over his heart. 'Th-hump-Th-thump-th-thump'

She could hear thumping, like a heartbeat, and it was racing. Her eyes opened, and she could see the smile of a blue eyed young woman, with a head full of very long

black dreads. Jasmine's face was right infront of hers. Shiloh took a deep breath in surprise.

"Who are you!" she gasped.

She looked into Graverobber's chest, pulling her hands back to her chest.

She looked up and jumped back onto her bed on her back. She realized the pulsing beat in her head hadn't been her own. She kept her body upright leaning on her

elbows, in absolute confusion.

"Wh-what-"

"HI!" Jasmine exclaimed in pure happiness, relief.

Jasmine suddenly hugged the girl very tightly.

"I thought I had killed you! Oh thank goodness, you're alive. Are…are you wearing a wig?"

Shiloh's arms guarded her chest, embarrassed.

"Y-yes?.."

Jasmine pulled back, "That's awesome. I'm thinking of getting surgery for long blonde hair, but maybe black could work too, it just looks so sleek and nice on you. Very

witchy, seducing." Jasmine tipped her head to the left and smiled brightly at her, twisting strands of Shiloh's hair.

"See, I told you I knew what I was doing." She looked back at Graverobber.

It took him a while to regain composure for some reason. The scare had been more than what it was supposed to be and he didn't know why. He hadn't even bothered to

get to know this girl and he had already felt like he lost more than he ever had. He had gotten attached, he had lost, and it almost didn't compare to what just happened.

'Maybe it's because she's a kid. Kids like her don't deserve what she just experienced. Maybe it's pity, sympathy.' He smiled.

"Welcome back, kid. How was heaven? I bet there's a shitload of Zydrate there. Or was yours fill of teddy bears and sunshine?" He picked up a teddy bear that fell off the

bed.

She flushed.

"Heaven? I'm not dead, I mean, I died?

"You did! Or, at least you were for a bit. No heartbeat, nothing. Just necrophilia jailbait. But then I saved you. Got any food?"

She stared at her, unsure of anything.

"I don't know.. I think so.. there's probably some milk left.. and..some cookies.."

She half smiled at her, not sure what to feel.

"YES!" Jasmine ran downstairs, talking about how beautiful the house is. She ran into a smiling hologram of Marni, and screamed.

"AHHHHH. Oh. Hologram. Okay. Kinda creepy though."

Graverobber rolled his eyes.

"Hey kid, you should thank her. She saved your life, kid. Me, as well,, I deserve some thanks as well, even if I didn't use any Zydrate." He stood, looking down at her,

huddled up on her bed. Still on her elbows, her knees were up, her dress had been pulled far up revealing black underwear. She caught Graverobber staring. She threw

every single thing she could possible throw. Stuffed toys, pillows, her medication device. He caught a pillow, ducked, and threw it back while escaping the room.

For a few seconds, for the first time, she could feel a strange heat enter her cheeks. If anyone were to see her, the pink upon her face would have been a rosy image.

She started to breath heavily. She pulled the pillow close to her. She remembered where she was. Her eyes were a dark contrast to the livid layer that was her flawless

skin. She lowered her gaze, forming the shell that would prove adamant to the world, a thick casing that would be adverse to her weak chassis and anatomy. Taking a

deep breath, she felt her body numb with a glowing black that would represent her change and detachment.

'What is my purpose now?' she thought.

Releasing the pillow, she hung her legs over the edge and stared into her open doorway, seeing the figure of her worried father exclaiming about her need of sleep. She

took a deep breath, allowing her feet to touch the floor and began to stand on her own. There was no longer enforcement in this house. Though the newly found capacity

to branch out admitted itself through the silence, she discovered the breadth of what she was has stunted, and such roots will never reach out beyond the soil she was

buried in.

She looked up, hearing various sounds, and then silence. Her dainty figure tip toed downstairs and peered into the kitchen. Plates, crumbs, empty bottle of milk. They'd

left. As she walked into the kitchen, she felt the cold creep into her skin as her bare feet touched the kitchen floor. It was a strange feeling, she was always cold, but if

she felt the kitchen floor, it meant she must have been warmer than usual.

'Could it be.. the poison wearing off?' She watched her hairless arms rise with goose bumps, a frightening image of skin she had never witnessed. She'd always been cold

but never this way. Rubbing her arms, she ran upstairs and back into her bed.