Author: Terond76 PM
A frail being came out of the darkness to achieve greatness for the people of the lesser kind. She would be their savior and leader, but can a enemy help her through it all? Will he be able to help with the rebellion of a life time? Grilo, dark, post-Opera, war-fic. Rated M for adult content, language, and violence. Warning Hard M!Rated: Fiction M - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Graverobber & Shilo - Chapters: 13 - Words: 17,717 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 11 - Updated: 02-06-13 - Published: 06-14-12 - id: 8217285
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Chapter 7 - Bad Moon Rising
The Graverobber lounged on the leather couch once he had gotten home. Shilo had brought the couch with her when she moved away from her Ivory tower. Shilo sat on the edge of the couch as Graverobber lazily smoked. She watched his smoke rings reach the ceiling as he played with the whiskey bottle in his right hand. He sat up slowly, and took a swig from the whiskey bottle.
"So what did you and Slade speak about as I paid our waitress?"
"What? I give Slade a five . . . "
"I paid, but that's besides the point. What did you tell him? Don't think I'm an idiot, babe, I got eyes on the back of my head." He stated as he held out the bottle to Shilo. She took a small sip, and immediately winced as the amber liquid raced down her throat.
"I told him to stop by tonight."
"So you could fuck him?"
"Graverobber . . ."
"Or you could apologize to him personally for my actions?"
"Shut up." Shilo growled. Graverobber sat up in his seat as he sucked on his cigarette.
"Make me." He said with the smoke curling around his lips, and leaving his mouth. Shilo stood to walk away from Graverobber, but he immediately grabbed her wrist to spin her around. He quickly charged her backwards into the wall behind her, and slammed her harshly against the wood. She could feel the cheap dry wall and plaster crumbling beneath her.
"I'm kind of tired of dancing around this shit."
"Dancing around what?" Shilo seethed.
"The fact that we want to fuck each other."
Shilo scoffed as she tried to leave his vice grip, but suddenly he smashed his lips upon her own. She squealed as he held her tighter and forced her against the wall as he molested her mouth. His sharp teeth occasionally bit her lips, and she moaned as his teeth grazed her sensitive chin when he was finished.
"Isn't obvious now?" He panted as he pushed his pelvis into her. She could feel him . . . all of him. He grabbed the long hair in his large hands, and brought her mouth down on to his again. He gripped the hairs hard, but she liked the pain. She dealt with pain all her life, but this was new pain. This was pleasurable pain. He brought her ear down to his mouth, and he bit her earlobe softly as his hot breath spanned across her ear.
"I need to go to my father's, but when I get back . . . you won't be able to walk tomorrow." He whispered huskily into her ear before licking it.
"Who says I'll let you fuck me?"
"I do, and I will claim my prize." He growled before fetching his coat, and then leaving the apartment with haste. Shilo breathed harshly as she placed a hand over her chest. She quickly walked over to the table, and grabbed her pack of cigarettes. She lit one up as she sat there, and thought.
Had he seen her evil looks as he hit on that Scalpel Slut?
Of course Graverobber was decently good looking, but something about his attitude set her off. He was the icon of a bad-boy he was something her father had hid from her her whole life. She pulled on the edge of her hoodie as she thought about how hot and bothered she had gotten. He didn't even touch her that much. She finished off her cigarette as the door to her apartment opened. She hoped it was the Graverobber coming back to finish her off, but Slade strode into the room with a bottle of wine and a carton of cigarettes. He placed the carton onto the table along with the bottle.
"Glasses in the same spot?" Well, hello to you too Slade, Shilo thought.
"Yes," Shilo responded as she heard the clinking of two glasses. She watched as he expertly poured just enough for both of them. Shilo grasped the fragile glass in her hand. She noticed that Slade looked around at the apartment. She knew he was taking note of Graverobber's belongings in the apartment.
"Bug, what's wrong?"
"What do you mean?"
"What happened to us?" Slade asked as he watched her ignite another cigarette. "When did you turn into this monster? You're smoking, drinking hard liquor, and become violent! This isn't you, Shilo."
"I smoked before-"
"You're smoking more now however. Graverobber isn't good for you."
"Then what is good for me, Slade? You? Ha! I don't need to be fucking beat up again by vengeful persons." Shilo laughed mockingly as she took a sip of her wine. Slade gripped his glass tightly as he sighed. He just couldn't win.
"Just sign here." Carlito said as Graverobber loomed over the contract written up by the top lawyers of the world. Carlito smiled wickedly as Graverobber signed his true name under his own.
"Did you find the girl yet?"
"No, I will have my officers do that for me." Graverobber explained. "Do we know how Luigi and Pavi died yet?"
"Yes they killed themselves, but Carmela's is tricky. She was shot in the temple, but there is not trace of fingerprints or anything on the gun, which was resting on her desk." Graverobber nodded (he'd have to speak to Shilo about that when he got home much to his dismay) as Carlito continued. "Are you going to change your appearance? I mean you will have to make speeches."
"I'm not cutting my hair."
"Then at least put the uniform on." Carlito smiled as he was handed a dry cleaning bag along with a hat. Graverobber grasped the clothing in his hands, and walked over to the bathroom. He shut the door behind him quickly as he began taking the plastic off the clothing. First however he decided to wipe off the grease paint. He took a cloth and began gently dabbing at his face. In no time the kohl and white grease paint where gone from his features. He looked like a different person. He looked like his father to be exact. The square off face, high cheeks, cleft chin, and chiseled jaw bone were all inherited by his father. He had just realized that the paint hid his father's appearance from himself. He sighed defeated as he scratched the stubble on his chin. He went back to the uniform and he realized it was an updated uniform of his old one. He hadn't been a this high up in the Army, but he was pretty high up before. He disrobed himself of his street clothes, and replaced them with the fancier ones. His yellowed drawstring shirt was replaced with a dark blue button up. His torn and ripped jeans now were silky black dress pants with deep pockets. A genuine leather belt held up his pants and a pair of leather dress boots now adorned his feet instead of the knee high buckle boots. He threw on the black overcoat that went down to his knees. He buttoned the coat to the top with the gold buttons, and he fixed the large lapels as he tied his hair back. The black cap went on top of his greasy hair. It was the final touch to the image he was creating. The image he would go against. He strutted out of the bathroom, and Carlito gave a low whistle along with father.
"You clean up nice. Now come on, you need to record this speech." Carlito ordered as he handed him a piece of paper. A strong hand at his back led him to the conference room where a camera was set up in front of a desk. This would be his desk. The room was quite large. It was made for Kings. He was working for a King now, but he would be betraying him . . . at what cost? He adored Shilo, but did he really want to ruin a life's career for the greater good? Graverobber was not a good person. He was the definition of bad . . . of sin. He was forced down into the swivel chair just as the camera was turned on.
"Just read from the paper." Carlito commented as he went to stand behind the camera.
"Citizens under the rule of King Largo the First, I, General Clarence Tooms have been appointed as General of the Army. My main task, which will be addressed to you tonight, is to take down the rebellion. It has become a bigger threat than expected. My words to you are to step up. Be apart of the community. Take down any rebels, and you will be rewarded . . . we cannot afford a revolt. We want you, to fight against this rebels. If you have any interest in the matter please visit your local recruitment station . . . you won't be disappointed. General Tooms, signing off."
Author's Note: I do not own anything Repo! related.