It was just after sunset when Graverobber slipped into the Graveyard.
It occurred to him that most people would find the place eerie after nightfall… but not him. This was his place of business. Besides… in his experience… it was the living who could give you trouble… not the dead.
He had just finished extracting his 3rd vial of Zydrate when he heard a soft footfall not far away.
A GENcop? Not likely. They always walked like they meant business.
He stashed the softly glowing vial in his jacket and walked silently towards the sound, sticking to the shadows cast the trees and the tombs.
A single glance was enough to tell him it wasn't a GENcop or REPO man he had heard.
The figure was distinctly feminine, clad in a long dark coat with a hood that hid their face. High heeled leather boots peeked out from under the rich fabric of the coat.
There was something vaguely familiar about the graceful way the woman moved.
Graverobber moved a bit closer as she leant down to put a small bunch of red flowers by the door of one of the tombs. Marni Wallace's tomb.
A twig snapped under his boot. She straightened, looking around… her hood falling off her face. It was Blind Mag.
For a moment he was struck by her beauty. She was even lovelier in the flesh than on screen.
"Who's there?" she said in a calm, clear voice.
He stepped out of the shadows. "I didn't mean to startle you" he said apologetically.
"You didn't" she said, looking at him intently. Those lovely but strange mechanical eyes seemed to see right through him.
After a moment Mag visibly relaxed, relief on her face. "You're a graverobber aren't you?" she asked.
A small grin slid over his face. "You can call me Graverobber" he said, giving her a theatrical bow.
She couldn't help the corners of her mouth twitching in a smile.
"Don't you have a name Mr Graverobber?" she said in a teasing voice.
"Not that I can recall Ma'am" he said, grinning at her.
A sweet, rather musical laugh left her lips. "Very well… Graverobber it is…" she said with a smile.
"Of course I know who you are. And I have to wonder what the voice of GeneCo is doing here alone… in the middle of the night…" he said curiously, looking at her.
"It's the only time… I can escape my bodyguards. They tail me everywhere" she said truthfully.
"I thought they were there to protect you" he pointed out.
"But also to spy on me" she replied, her frustration with being trapped clear in her voice.
"I guess someone has to keep an eye on you… make sure you behave…" he suggested with a roguish grin.
She raised an eyebrow, taking a step towards him and lowering her voice to a purr. "And what makes you think I have trouble behaving myself?"
His grin widened to Cheshire cat proportions. "Call it a hunch…" he said.
"Rotti would never let me get away with any bad behavior…" she pointed out, a teasing grin curving her lips.
"That is true… but what Rotti doesn't know… wouldn't hurt him…" he replied, taking a step forward. She was close enough now to touch.
"One would have to be very brave to risk Rotti's wrath… or very foolish…" she said, her eyes on his face.
Mag was hardly a woman who was susceptible to any good-looking man who made advances on her. Over the years she had gotten very good at stifling her own desires… in the name of self-preservation. But there was something about this man…
"Maybe… but I'm sure it would be worth it…" he said suggestively, letting his eyes slide slowly down her body.
Heat rose in her cheeks as her mind painted a rather vivid picture of what she knew would happen if she let it. He grinned wickedly as he saw her blush. He knew he was being incredibly reckless… but she was so very tempting…
Her lips curved in a grin as wicked as his as she moved so she was only inches away. She was even more beautiful this close… and his nose was full of the sweet scent of her perfume…
"You wouldn't be trying it on with the voice of GeneCo now would you?" she said teasingly.
"Would I do something like that?" he said with a roguish grin.
"Yes" she said in a playful, teasing voice.
"Can you blame me when the voice of GeneCo is so beautiful… and so very tempting?" he pointed out, still grinning.
She blushed slightly, but smiled. "Who would have guessed a Graverobber could be so charming…" she said, looking at him.
"Charming and devilishly handsome?" he asked with a cheeky grin.
"That too…" she grinned, slowly looking him up and down.
He moved in closer, leaning in towards her. She knew she should pull away but she found herself leaning in slightly.
Just as their lips were about to meet there was a loud bang from not far away. It broke the spell. Both of them jumped. Mag moved back, a startled expression on her face.
She couldn't believe she had almost let a stranger kiss her. And he could see from her expression that she was thinking this was too reckless… too dangerous.
"I… uh… have to go" she said quickly, looking away.
"Mag…" he said softly, looking at her. He wanted her to stay… but only if she wanted to.
Her eyes flicked to his face. "I'm sorry…" she said in almost a whisper.
He couldn't help a soft sigh as she walked quickly up the path, and disappeared into the darkness.