Dancing Dead

Night before...
Another Scalpel Slut another dollar. I thought as I gave a vial to another fishnet wearing skank. They all look the same of course, bright colored clothes that covered minimal of any sort of body; frankly, I think it's absolutely disgusting. I wasn't particularly sure why Shadow was gravin' tonight. She has this peculiar aura around her that screams issues. Not exactly what I was expecting when she glowered at me when I almost shoved the long syringe up into her nasal cavity. Oh well.
Jumping into my office, closing the lid, attempting to get a little bit of shut eye before my next customer walks by.

"Graverobber!" A pitchy, nasally voice screeched. As the lid of the dank dumpster was thrown open, and who to glower down at me was none other then the plastic face of Amber Sweet. "I need Z now!"

"Bitch, pay me." I said in the most monotoned, uninterested voice I could make.

Of course, to my luck, she just glared at me with her now bright turquoise colored eyes. But not before she forcefully tossed a coin to me, "Don't get caught." I said as I handed her a vial filled with the blue liquid. As soon as the great bitch is gone, I exhaled deeply, "Well, she won't be back for awhile." I closed my eyes and decide to get the most needed sleep.



The next morning Shadow woke up, and was startled by Paviche sitting on the corner of her bed, wearing once again, a new face.

"Morning Z'mara. Did Pavi scare you no?" His fake Italian accent ran through the room.

"Get the fuck out Pavi!" Shadow screamed.

"Why be so harsh?" He placed his hand on her face.

"Get out!" She pointed at the door. "Questa sarà una lunga giornata." Shadow mumble as her dumb fuck of a brother left.

Shadow took a bit longer than she should getting dressed, so when she arrived at her father's office all hell broke look. "Where the fuck were you Samara!" Luigi screamed, his face bubbling red with random anger.

"Shut the hell up Luigi." Shadow snapped, still holding the cup of coffee. The one think that Luigi and her have any sort of resemblance is their love for coffee.

"Cagna stupida." He rolled his eyes.

"Ah... Sorella and Sorello fight like dogs, no?" Paviche grinned, under the unattached skin.

"Oh why don't you get another blow job from the GenTerns and fuck off!" The youngest Largo growled.

"Shut up!" Father yelled, looking down on his four kids. Amber just rolled her eyes, she once again changed her look, and now she is winding down from a Zydrate hangover.

Not long after a dead silence, the elevator buzzed and in walked the Repoman with another delivery. He walked strongly to the front of Rotti Largo's desk placing his medical bag down on the desk, and taking off his helmet.

Samara hasn't really seen the Repoman with his helmet off, but she couldn't help but study him. He had pale skin and hair, glasses, obvious age wear. But he was no doubt very handsome. "I brought you another repo sir." His voice, his voice was like liquid chocolate. Shadow couldn't help but feel the heat rising to her ears, past her black hair line. She was obviously smitten by his composer.

"Thank you Nathan. Oh, Nathan have you met my youngest daughter, Samara." Rotti introduced them, being that she is never there when Repoman comes into their father's office.

The Repoman turned to faced the fair skinned girl, He studied her features. Showing no signs of any surgery what so ever. He couldn't help but smile. "Hello, I'm Nathan Wallace." He bowed slightly.

"Samara." She grinned, she held out her hand and he reluctantly took it, giving her delicate hand a firm squeeze. Electricity bolted between them, causing Shadow to blush.

"Oh, penso che poco Samara ha preso una sbandata!"

"Shut the fuck up Pavi!" She snapped, not taking her eyes off of Nathan.

"Also I have another repossession for you to take care of. Get our property back!" Rotti growled while placing a clear sheet of paper on the desk.

"Yes sir." Nathan took the paper, turned, then snuck a glance of Samara before leaving the office.
Moments after the Repoman left, Shadow retreated to what is left of the gardens and tried to sort out her feelings.

♪"If there's a prize for rotten judgement
I guess I've already won that
No man is worth the aggravation
That's ancient history, been there, done that!♪" Samara belted.

But off in another part of the city.....
"♪Who'd'ya think you're kiddin'
She's the Earth and heaven to you
Try to keep it hidden
Honey, we can see right through you
ya can't conceal it
We know how ya feel and
Who you're thinking of♪.....Samara" Nathan sighed, as he gutted his latest victim.

♪"No chance, no way
I won't say it, no, no."♪

♪"You swoon, you sigh
why deny it, uh-oh"♪ Blind Mag, sang to Samara as she walked out from the shadows.

♪"It's too cliche
I won't say I'm in love.♪" Samara sighed looking towards the opera singer.
♪"I thought my heart had learned its lesson
It feels so good when you start out
My head is screaming get a grip, girl
Unless you're dying to cry your heart out
Oh....."♪

"Girl, don't be proud
It's O.K. you're in love." Mag placed her hand on my shoulder and smiled.

"I can see it in your eyes, Samara. Love is deep within you, Hopefully you choose to make the right decisions." She grinned to the youngest Largo.

"I hope so too." The Opera singer left with out another word.

♪"Oh
At least out loud,
I won't say I'm in love..."♪ Samara smiled.