No, I haven't been on in quite some time. Yes, I feel quite god-awful about it. One thing after the other lately-lots and lots of health stuff.
But, I'm better now (for the most part). And after meeting Terrance Zdunich (Graverobber) in person this past week (yes, it was amazing. He gives great hugs, and smells wonderful. Who woulda known for a drug dealer that works around the dead?), it seriously inspired me to come back here and finally get back to my next chapters!
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Chapter 4

"Graverobber... Graverobber... sometimes I wonder why I need you at all..."

Ambers soft call haunted him, and even in his sleep he could never seem to free himself from her seduction. She amused him, yet for some odd reason he was never able to say no whenever she begged him to 'take her'.

Once more, she cried out for another hit of Z. And once more he complied, running his hand up the length of her thigh, her pleading eyes boring into his.

Her hands caressed his face and made their way down to his chest. He enjoyed her touch, for it was the only few moments when he could escape from the thing he called his Life. His eyes closed as Amber's hands explored, making his desire for her stronger and stronger by the minute.
Graverobber pushed Amber up against the wall, claiming her his at least for the time being. She allowed him to, relaxing her body as he held her against him. His breath was starting to rise, and he fervently pressed his lips to hers. He wanted her, needed her, and when the deed was done, he'd return to the shadows and get himself a good stiff drink.

Amber pushed against him, biting his lip in return. She was such a tease. And she knew it. Her kisses consumed him, and he placed his hand around her throat, wanting to have a release from the bloody temptations that she caused him to have.

"Why are you doing this?" A soft voice suddenly spoke. Graverobber paused, his whole body tensing in return. He knew that voice. And although it was being spoken from Ambers lips, it was not her voice that taunted him.

His heart pounded, but now for a completely different reason. He dreaded opening his eyes, to see what lay before him. For he recognized that sound; the inflections behind those few words.
A fear unlike any other rose within him. His eyes opened as the body of the woman he once knew fell to the ground. He caught her, pulled her to him, and stared into the eyes which seemed to haunt his soul.

Her name fell on his lips, and she stared up at him in sadness. She raised her hand, and instead of the gentle caress he expected, a hard slap went across his face. Graverobber stiffened, and although he was now having to hold back the beast within, he knew the reason for her anger.

"Why?" She asked again. And silence followed. He did not know what to say; did not know how to explain the terrible things that he had done.

"It was all for you." He spoke, dumbstruck. Although it sounded like an awful excuse, it was true. More than anything he knew it was true. Yet the guilt was still there, lingering at the back of his mind.

No response came. Instead, her body convulsed, shaking uncontrollably in his arms. She grasped onto him, tried to speak, but failed. Blood trickled from her mouth and nose and her eyes glazed over as they stared blankly up at him. He watched helpless as she died before him, her body once more covered in blood.

Assassin... Murderer... Monster...

His throat clenched, and he held back the emotions he'd been fighting against for so long. It was over. All of it.

Assassin... Murderer... Monster...

That was it. He knew that there was nothing more to live for. And as he let her body slip away from his grasp, falling with a soft thud onto the streets, he knew without a doubt that a part of him would never be the same.

Assassin... Murderer... Monster...

He rose, and walked off into the night, the echoing voices of the dead following him.