The Horror Of Our Love

Victoria walked down the street ignoring the crowd outside the opera house. It was a big to do, full of reporters. As she passed she heard words like ‘bloodbath’ and ‘emancipation’ but chose not to listen. Surgeries didn’t concern her. Victoria was one of the few people in the entire city who was completely surgery free, and at 19 that was no small feat. Most girls her age were up to their 9th or 10th already if not higher, but Victoria had never much liked the idea of letting someone slice into her. Truth be told, it creeped her out a little. She might never be 100% happy with the way she looked, but it seemed that surgery rarely fixed that anyway.
The woman’s dark brown, almost black hair was cut to her shoulders and held a slight natural curl that bounced slightly as she walked, each step punctuated by the click of her black stiletto boots against the concrete. She made a sharp turn and headed for the graveyard where her parents were buried; they had gotten hit by a bus when she was fourteen. She’d been on her own ever since, living in the little apartment they had all once shared. Still, she had pushed herself through school and used to work as a Gentern, until Pavi Largo had tried to get her to do something that had definitely not been in her job description. That had been the final straw and she’d left. Now she was a dancer, and she used that term loosely since most of her job required wearing barely anything and shimmying her ass on stage for high paying customers. Whatever. It’s a living.

The night was cool and she shoved her hands into the pockets of her black leather jacket as she walked past various headstones. She quirked an eyebrow at a hole in a wall that had yet to be patched but didn’t bother to investigate. Victoria passed the usual signs that littered the sacred grounds GRAVEROBBERS WILL BE SHOT ON SIGHT! Luckily, Victoria was not a graverobber so the warning did not apply. This was her usual routine on any Friday night; to visit the graves of her parents. She didn’t keep friends long, and never liked the whole partying scene. She got enough of that at work. Instead she would sit at home, cuddled in a chair by the window with a glass of whatever liquor she could afford that week and read a book or watch TV. Sure, it got boring and sometimes downright depressing but it was better than running around looking for trouble. Right?

As she neared her parents’ gravestones she was surprised to see another person by them. He was tall, well built, with long, dirty blonde hair and a wicked grin. He was dressed for the streets and she wouldn’t have been surprised to know that he lived in some back alley and peddled street zydrate. He seemed the type. Victoria watched him quietly, her amber eyes following his every move. He was glancing around but hadn’t caught sight of her. Silently he crept up to her father’s grave and pushed away top of the tomb. Victoria’s eyes widened in anger as she watched him attempt to steal her father’s body. Fucking graverobbers. She stalked angrily over to him and smacked his back with enough force to bruise.

“Get the fuck away from-“ before she could finish the man had caught her and thrown her to the ground, his hand clamped over her mouth to stifle her scream. He seemed annoyed at first but his face softened as he took in the sight of her. Pale skin, almost translucent in the moonlight, carefully applied makeup brought out her cheekbones and framed her golden eyes. She had a long nose with a little bump in it that somehow worked with her oval shaped face. Her could feel her full lips parted beneath his hand.

“If I take my hand away you can’t scream.” He told her quietly. Valora ignored the urge to shiver at his deep, sultry voice. Instead she rolled her eyes. Of course she wasn’t going to scream. She wasn’t suicidal. The graverobber smirked at her annoyance and slowly removed his hand but stayed on top of her, his knees positioned on either side of her hips, sitting on her upper thighs and leaning over her. Victoria pulled her face away from his hand and took a breath of fresh air. Well, as fresh as you could get when surrounded by dead bodies.

“Get the fuck off me.” She hissed. “And get away from my parent’s graves.”

The man glanced at the headstone.

“So sorry, Miss Blaide.” He said, leaning up off her. Victoria scrambled up and dusted herself off. She glared at the man beside her as she readjusted her father back into his tomb.

“Look, I don’t give a rat’s ass what you do. Rob graves, by all means, just not these two. These are off-limits. Okay? Spread the word to your friends. They weren’t buried with any valuables and their organs are useless by now, so just…just leave them be.” She said quietly, running a loving hand over the top of her father’s head.

“You got it, Blaide.” The Graverobber said, leaning on another tomb and smiling at her. She spun around and folded her arms across her chest.

“Don’t act like you know me, asshole.” She said. Suddenly something hit the stone right beside her head and sent chunks of stone flying everywhere. Both dropped to the ground immediatley.

“GRAVEROBBERS! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!” The Geneco Police called. Victoria groaned and stared at the man who was on the ground beside her.

“This is all your fault.” She whispered.

“Is not!”

“Is too!”

“Is not!”

“Is-“ her words were lost as another shot was fired above them. Victoria could no longer hide the fear and panic she was feeling and let
out a tiny squeak. She glanced at Graverobber and he winked at her as he picked up a chuck of stone that had fallen. He aimed carefully and threw it into the trees that bordered the graveyard. Soon both heard the sounds of the cops running to the woods. Graverobber stood and pulled Victoria to her feet.

“Now what?” She asked.

“Now, Blaide, we run like hell.” He said. Setting off down the road. Victoria struggled to keep up in her heels, which wasn’t hard. She wore heels like a pro. The problem was that he was so damn fast. As she turned a corner to follow him she realized she didn’t see him anywhere. She made to keep moving when a hand shot out of the darkness and drew her into a tiny space between two mausoleums. She didn’t scream but she did gasp and he pressed her back against the cool stone. She was panting from all the running and her breasts were threatening to pour out of her black, corset-like top. Graverobber licked his lips as he stared at the pale beauty in front of him, his eyes lingering on the curve of her breasts and tiny waist. Victoria said nothing but lifted a cold finger and raised his chin so he was looking at her eyes instead of her cleavage.

“Don’t even think about it.” She whispered. He just quirked a smile and turned his head to the mouth of the opening to keep an eye out. Victoria took his distraction to look him over, admiring the strong line of his jaw and aristocratic mouth. He had a broad chest and powerful arms that were currently pinning her down. She bit her lip and let her eyes wander down his chest to his hips and thighs. In the artificial moonlight she could just make out the bulge in his pants. She suddenly felt his hand raising her gaze to his.

“Hypocrite.” He whispered. Victoria rolled her eyes and fought a smile. There were loud footsteps and Graverobber pressed his body flush against hers, trying to make them both invisible. Victoria gasped quietly at the sudden feel of him. She could feel his heartbeat in her ear, seeing as he stood nearly a head taller than her, even in heels. She closed her eyes at the feel of his thighs pressed against hers; luckily he couldn’t see her from this angle.

Graverobber tried to ignore the light gasp the girl beneath him made when he pressed against her. He wondered if she realized that her hands were gripping his waist. He struggled to keep his thoughts coherent but she kept invading them. She smelled like vanilla and he vaguely wondered if she would taste just as good. The brunette let out silent, shuddering breaths that brushed her chest against his. Out of instinct he used his knee to part her legs, which were clad in tight leather pants.

Victoria’s breath caught as he readjusted their position and she damned her pulse for betraying her desire as it sped up violently. There only sound either heard was their breathing. Victoria spoke first.

“Are they gone?” She asked quietly.

“I think so.” Graverobber said, reluctantly leaning off of her. Victoria’s hands instantly dropped from his waist and brushed her hair out of
her eyes.

“Alright. Well, have a nice life, I guess.” She said quietly. As she went to step away he caught her by the wrist.

“Do you need me to get you home?” He asked. Victoria turned at the note of sincerity in his voice that matched the concern in his grey-blue eyes. Such a gorgeous color. She shook her head to remove the thoughts of him.

“I’ll be fine.” She said flatly. Graverobber released his hold on her and nodded.

“See you around, Blaide.” He said. “I’ll be sure to spread the word about your parents.” He added.

“Please do.” She said, and then left him there to stare after her. It was times like this she was thankful for her walk. Many, many people had told her about her strut, commenting on the suggestive swing of her hips. Though she never planned to see him again she hoped that she would stick in his memory for a little while, maybe star in a few fantasies. Lord knows he would be in hers tonight.