The Horror Of Our Love

Victoria rolled her shoulders to loosen them as the meeting came to a close. It was actually a meeting for zydrate addicts, but they had free food and her pay had been really shitty this week, so free food was not to be ignored. She stretched her arms above her head and her legs out in front of her. She was in a denim skirt today, with her ever-present black stiletto boots and a simple black tank top. When the meeting finished she followed a few of the scalpel sluts out the back door, down metal steps and into the alley below. She saw them crowding around a chubby guy with short black hair, little brown eyes and a tiny gap between his front two teeth. He smirked at her and she ignored him. Victoria felt suddenly uncomfortable and turned down another alley on her way home. Halfway down she was vaguely aware of footsteps behind her. Glancing over her shoulder she saw the man from the alley following her, leering.



“Need a hit, baby?” He called, brandishing his zydrate gun. Victoria rolled her eyes.



“Nope.” She called back. “Thanks, anyway.”



The man was still following her and now Victoria was getting nervous. She turned down another alley but was stunned to see that it was a dead end, with a dumpster on one side and an old factory building on the other. A chain link fence stood in front of her, topped with barbed wire. Victoria spun and almost collided with the drug-dealer. Still holding his gun.



“C’mon girlie, just one hit and I promise you won’t feel a thing.” He whispered. Victoria fought back the bile that rose in her throat at his insinuation. It was disgusting to think of this man doing anything to her.



“Look, get away from me or I’ll-“ Her words become lost as he slammed her against the dumpster, his hand at her neck. She went to kick him but he easily maneuvered himself out of her way. He placed the zydrate gun to her neck and Victoria’s grip relaxed. She still knew how bad the situation was but suddenly felt sleepy and numb all over. It was too much energy to stand and so she slumped forward into the man’s waiting arms. He put her on the ground and began to assault her neck with kisses. She felt nothing and struggled to keep her eyes open. Tears leaked from her eyes as he tore her shirt open, exposing her black lace bra. She turned her head away as he began suckling her through the fabric. It was disgusting and wrong and she tried to scream but it wasn’t working. Her vision was becoming darker as the drug took a stronger effect and worked its way further into her system. She thought she saw someone walking towards them but the images were blurry. Breathing became easier and as she struggled to re-open her eyes she realized the man was no longer on top of her. Unable to fight the drug any further she closed her eyes and slipped into unconsciousness.



In her drug induced sleep she dreamt of the graveyard she was in only a week ago. In her dream she remembered the feel of Graverobber’s hands on her arms, the smell of dirt and zydrate filling the small space between them as he pressed her against the wall, but in the fantasy he wasn’t looking out for the Geneco Police, his eyes were focused on her. He flashed her a devilish grin before lowering his mouth to her neck, kissing and gently running his teeth along the column of her throat.



“Graverobber.” She gasped lightly as her finger dug into his waist as a fire began to brew in her core. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as his hands slid to cover her breasts, squeezing and kneading the sensitive flesh. She felt herself pressing against his thigh, which was still between her legs, trying to relieve the pressure that had begun to build. Graverobber reached his hands around and began pulling at the laces of her top as Victoria pulled his shirt over is head. As her corset fell to the ground she felt the night air chill her skin for only a moment as he surveyed her, then he was pressed against her, the heat of his skin warming her instantly. She moaned quietly and he slipped a hand up into her hair, holding her steady as he brought his mouth down on hers with bruising force. Victoria slanted her mouth to further explore him with her tongue before moving to plant kisses along his jaw and chest.



“Blaide.” He whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with desire. Victoria smiled as she continued to bite and kiss the skin he offered to her.



“Blaide.” He whispered again, but this time it sounded different; concerned. Victoria frowned and pulled back to look at him.



Suddenly the scene around her began to fade and she felt herself waking up. As her eyes fluttered open she adjusted to the dim lighting of wherever she was.



“Blaide?” called a familiar voice. Victoria tried to sit up but the action made her head spin.



“Whoa, easy tiger.” Graverobber said, placing a hand on her shoulder and forcing her to lie back down. Victoria glanced at him her confusion plain on her face. Memories flooded back. The creep following her, the dead-end, the zydrate gun. She quickly glanced down and saw a sheet covering her upper half, and from the feel of the fabric she realized she was only in her bra. Tears bit her eyes as she turned to find the familiar blue-grey eyes she had just been dreaming of.



“Did he…?” she trailed off, praying that man hadn’t gotten what he’d wanted from her. Graverobber shook his head and smiled.



“No. I took care of him.” He told her. Victoria released the breath she had been holding and sighed in relief. Without thinking the sat up a bit and threw her arms around Graverobber’s neck.



“Thank you.” She whispered into his neck. He patted her back awkwardly.



“No problem, Blaide.” He said quietly. Victoria released him and glanced around. The room was clearly a bedroom albeit a shabby one. A dresser stood beside the door but it didn’t look as though it was in use, because the drawers that were pulled open were empty. There was a window with the shades drawn and she could see the sunlamps creating daylight peeking through the edges. How long had she been out? Dear Christ, she now knew why she had never dipped into zydrate.



“Where are we?” she asked, keeping the sheet around her to hide the black lacy bra that served as the only thing covering her at the moment.



“My place…well, it’s my place until someone else moves in.” He told her. Victoria nodded. Oddly enough she felt safe with him and it didn’t bother her to wake up in his bedroom. A cough suddenly racked her body and Graverobber reached to the bedside table and handed her a glass of water. She took it with a small smile and sipped at it. It helped relieve the cough and she felt better.



“I have to say, Blaide, it was quite a surprise to see you again. I didn’t think you were the type of girl to wander around the zydrate district.” He said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Victoria shrugged.



“I’m full of surprises.” She said, taking another sip of water. Graverobber raised an eyebrow.



“But you don’t do Z.” He noted. Victoria looked at him curiously.



“How do you know?” she asked. He smiled.



“Addicts only get the buzz for a few hours, you’ve been out almost a day.”



“A DAY!?” She repeated incredulously. Victoria rubbed her eyes and tried to process the information. She’d been unconscious for an entire day? If she ever saw the bastard who did this to her she would kill him. She glanced at the Graverobber who was smiling at her wickedly.



“What?” she asked suspiciously. His smile only widened.



“Pleasant dreams?” He asked. Victoria’s eyes narrowed.



“Yes. Why?” She asked, her cheeks beginning to grow hot. He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.



“You talk in your sleep.” He told her. Victoria blushed fiercely and cleared her throat before taking another long sip of water. She really hoped that wasn’t true and that he was bluffing.



“I wasn’t really talking in my dream.” She said quietly, hoping to catch him in a lie. He chuckled quietly.



“Yeah, I know.” He said with a knowing smile. “You’re a very interesting person, Blaide.”



The brunette tossed her hair haughtily over her shoulder. “My name is Victoria. So you don’t have to call me by my last name.” She told him. He smirked at her.



"I think Blaide suits you better."



"Fine." She said, not really caring what he said. She was more interested in how beautiful his voice sounded. He laughed softly at her stubborn expression.



“I’m Erik. So you don’t have to moan ‘Graverobber’ in your sleep.” He said, standing up. Victoria sucked in a tight breath and then blew it out. Carefully she placed the water back on the bedside table.



“Well, it’s late, or early I guess, but either way I really should be getting home.” She said throwing the covers off herself and standing up. He must have removed her heels before putting her to bed, and without them she a head and a half shorter than him.



“You sure that’s the best idea? Last time I let you go home it ended badly.”



“Why? Did you home and cry as you jacked off?” She retorted, bending over to retrieve her shoes. Erik quirked an eyebrow.



“Spying on me, Blaide?” Victoria was caught off-guard by the response and stuttered on her own. Erik laughed and grabbed her shoes for her.



“Thanks.” She said tightly, sitting back on the bed to pull her boots on. She stood and smiled sweetly as she brushed by him toward the door. She paused at the workstation he had set up in the living room. It looked like a zydrate lab. She had been right; he was a drug-dealer. No surprise there.



“Forgetting something?” He called, leaning in the doorway to the bedroom. Victoria cocked her head at him in confusion and then watched his gaze travel down her throat to her breasts which were very much exposed in the bra she wearing. She groaned.



“Do you have a shirt I could borrow?” She asked. He smiled and then pulled the grey shirt he was wearing over his head and tossed it to her. Victoria caught it and paused for a moment, quickly taking in the sight of his bare chest and suppressed the urge to bite her lip at the memory of her dream. She quickly pulled the thing on. It was a little too big and hung kind of loose of her but it was surprisingly soft and smelled like smoke and zydrate, an oddly pleasant mix. The smell of smoke reminded her of cigarettes, something she was craving at the moment.



“Thanks.” She said, turning for the door.



“I expect that back, Blaide.” He called playfully. She turned and raised an eyebrow throwing him mischievous smile.



“We’ll see.” She said opening the door. “Bye, Erik.”