I was really surprised when I saw her in the graveyard that night. Let me tell you about the very first time I saw her. I like to hop windows when I'm not stocking up on Zydrate. I feel free at night. I'm not afraid to admit I have a pretty agile body. Window hopping is, even on multiple-story buildings and houses, not a danger to me. So, that's when I saw her for the very first time. It surprised me because I generally don't look in those windows, but I guess it was fate this time. Anyway, she was curled up so sweetly in her bed. She couldn't be more than eighteen. Her hair was long, black, and glossy as a raven's wing. Her pale face nearly glowed in her dark room. She was the prettiest little creature I'd ever seen. She was much different from Amber Sweet. She had less overt sex appeal, but she was more attractive, just because she was so…pure, I guess. I was hooked. This girl was more addicting than Zydrate. I managed to pull away and go back "home," meaning wherever I decided to sleep that night.

Several nights later, I saw my pretty little raven in the graveyard. I was refreshing my supply of Zydrate; Amber had cleaned me out again. Once I was done, I decided to mess with her a little. She was so terrified. Didn't she know I would never let any kind of harm come to her? I decided to protect her with all of my power. But, she fainted which I couldn't do anything about. I wanted to stay, to help her, but I couldn't. I'd be murdered. But I knew she would be all right. I have connections and knew that the Repo Man was her father.

And again, days later, I could identify her in the crowd at the carnival. I saw her get pushed into that tent. Partially, I wanted to help her out, but selfishly, I also just wanted to talk to her. I grabbed her and left.

"Who are you?" She asked me.

"They all call me Graverobber," I said, smiling. My smile faded. "Listen, I'm really sorry about the other night."

"Hmm," She mumbled in reply. I could tell she was still mad.

"So, why did you pass out like that, anyway?" I asked her, changing the subject a little.

"I have a blood disease," She said. "I inherited it from my mother. My blood pressure can't drop, or I can stop breathing, faint, and even die." My concern for her grew. I don't know what possessed me, but what I did next shocked both of us equally. I grabbed her and embraced her skinny body. She was trembling like a rabbit.

"I love you," I whispered.

I took her home.