A/N: Sorry this chapter's a little short, I'm running off like 4 hours of sleep lol and i didn't wanna give too much away, or i would not have a third chapter.

so enjoy.

A few days passed, and Shilo had warmed up to Graverobber.
She had told him everything. About Rotti, and Mag, Marni and Nathan.
Graverobber had apologized for her loss, and tried to assume her that everything was going to be fine.
Thinking back on it still brought a tear to her eye.
Over the next couple of days, Shilo had remained relatively quiet, especially in the graveyard, but more at home.
Within the week, she had opened back up, and came to terms with the fact that pretty much everyone she held near and dear to her was gone, that is, besides Graverobber.
One day, while they were lounging around, him asleep on the couch, and her sitting in the middle of the floor, just thinking.
She thought of Mag, and her father, their cold dead bodies, full of life one second, and so quickly the life was sucked out, as if it was never there to begin with.
She remembered how she was so star struck by her very own-it was weird for her to even think-godmom.
She remembered how her father betrayed her, and how Mag showed her the clip of her mother.

It was all so much.

She had managed to hide the symptoms of her drug withdrawal from Graverobber as much as possible, but they were still coming, and now, a little stronger than ever.
It's like they were out with a vengeance.
She was sure that if she still had her monitor, it would be going crazy, as she sat and watched her savior get some much needed sleep.
She watched as his chest rose and fell ever so lightly for someone like him; as he twitched every now and again, while he dreamt.

The last thing she remembered seeing was Graverobber get up, and walk away.
She suspected sleepwalking, seeing as how he didn't make any effort to talk to her, as he had been doing.
She fell to the floor with a light thud.

Next thing she knew, she had heard his voice, felt him poking at her ribs.
"Kid?" he said a few times.
"Shilo?" he said as he poked a certain spot right near the bottom of her ribs, she twitched, and giggled a little.
With a quiet moan, as she turned onto her stomach, she said, "Stop that, it tickles"
Oh, you mean this," Graverobber said, tickling her again, but this time on both sides.
She tried squirming away, but he took this opportunity to use his strength to his advantage.
He flipped Shilo over, onto her back, and sat lightly on top of her.
Shilo looked up at the man she had grown so close to.
Every part of her just wanted to lean up, and kiss him, but she told herself that she couldn't, that he was old enough to be her father.
This thought brought her back to one night in the graveyard; she was sitting on one of the lower headstones, just watching Graverobber do his work.
The lack of light had reminded her of that fateful night after the opera, and how she had seen him as a father figure that night.
She had decided she wanted an answer, so, without thinking, she blurted out, "What were your parents like?"
Graverobber froze at the sound of this question. His smile quickly faded, and he rolled off of her, and sat on the floor beside her.
"I don't remember, Shilo. It was so long ago, and the years no doubt have gotten the best of me."
She knew something was wrong. He usually just called her 'Kid'; he only really used her real name when there was something wrong.