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[vanice connie montrille]

KILL ME ROMANTICALLY ,

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"bitter and dumb, you're my sugar plum"

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The night was hot and muggy making the air hang lower than usual. It was odd walking near people, since she'd been so use to the dead. Vanice made her way down th busy streets. A few homeless people trying to sell her things, even Z. She pushed past them, not wanting to kill anyone tonight. No, she was just looking for the Opera.

A few moments later her heavy boots stopped their thudding. She had found the Opera house, though you couldn't tell. It looked older and abandon. Pictures of Amber and her blood thirty brothers were plastered on its cherry wood doors and windows were busted out by rocks and bricks. A small pain entered her stomach. It was a painful reminder of just how badly Amber needed to be taken down. Six months had taken a toll on this once beautiful building, just imagine what a year or two could do to this whole city.

She pulled her leather trench coat over her hand and punched through a window near her, sending a cascade of glass towards the carpeted floor.
He better be here, or i'll kill him. She thought to herself angrily as she climbed through the window, her feet landing with a small thud.

Vanice was suppose to be meeting Graverobber here for the first time since their last meeting. Normally,. she would just have him come by head quarters, but a recent incline of homeless children with their mothers had come in, so no place was safe for them to meet, and she surely didn't want him bugging her people.
Vanice smirked slightly, the thought of a forbidden meeting shaking her like a school girl. But, she had other reasons to shake also.
Her outfit was picked out just for him, knowing he wouldn't let her get away without the biggest end of the deal happening. A tight leather dress that clung tightly to her, and thick, knee-high boots that were twisted with buckles and belts. Her hair was messy like it normally was, and her makeup was only a tad darker. She wanted to impress him, but not give him a show.
That's Amber's job. She thought to herself.

The floorboards creaked as she walked cautiously to the basement. He said he'd be here, so Vanice didn't wait. She was always early to everything. But, just to be sure, she called out into the thick darkness, a bead of sweat running down her neck.
Hey, Graverobber, you fucker, where are you? Her voice was sharp and cruel like always. It was about as warm as she got.
Her small blue eyes searched the dark, but could only see faint shadows that danced and played tricks on her.
He better be here;

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[graverobber]

{ FEEL IT COMIN' IN THE AIR AND THE SCREAMS FROM EVERYWHERE }
I'M ADDICTED TO THE THRILL
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Graverobber rolled his eyes, listening to the whiny voice of Connie. Even her name sounds whiny. Caaaahhnnnnniiiieeee. "Hey, dipshit, I'm over here." He yelled, not very pleasantly. He wasn't to worried about not getting what he wanted, it was already guaranteed to him. Well, if she wanted her information, it was. And lord, he knew it was. She fawned after any piece of information she could get of Amber. I think she'd fuck her just to get a shot at murdering her... This was fact, Vanice was nuts.

But she's got such a nice body... No need to waste it... Just that thought almost had him sprinting from the shadows. Still, he kept his composure and walked towards her. "Come with me, there's a smaller room in the back, a maintenance booth. Almost impossible to find, so no risk in anyone overhearing our conversation." He motioned for her to follow, a large smile on his face. And no one to overhear our noises... Damn, she looks nice for an uptight bitch.

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[vanice connie montrille]

KILL ME ROMANTICALLY ,

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"bitter and dumb, you're my sugar plum"

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Vanice was startled slightly by the sound of his bombing voice, but kept her cool. When he emerged from the shadows, her body almost collapsed. When he spoke of a closet, Vanice couldn't help but chuckle slghtly. From the tomb to the closet, good job Vanice Her mind scowled, which caused her face to scowl also.
A thick gust of air surrounded her as she walked over to him. The amount of leather she was wearing intensified the heat that surrounded them, and now she couldn't wait to get she clothes off.

With a loud creak, the door opened and Vanice slipped inside too. It was damp, but surprisingly cooler than the basement outside. There were selves on both sides of the closet, filled with tools and cleaning supplies. Vanice scrunched her nose at the thick smell of bleach.
And i thought you weren't the classy type. She snapped at him, still examining the shelves of stuff.
She found a small bookcase with soaps, hand lotions and paper towels stuffed into it.
Oh look! You don't even need me down here. They knew you'd be here. She said, pointing to the lotion and paper towels. A girlish giggled escaped her lips, but Graverobber didn't look amused.

On come on pookie. Let's atleast make this a little fun. Her mouth formed into a pout and her eyes pleaded.
When he didn't cave in, she straightened up.

Okay, fine. What all did you find out? Her voice was back to its harsh and cruel nature.

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[graverobber]

{ FEEL IT COMIN' IN THE AIR AND THE SCREAMS FROM EVERYWHERE }
I'M ADDICTED TO THE THRILL
- - - - - - IT'S A DANGEROUS LOVE AFFAIR

Graverobber rolled his eyes, a small and annoyed huff escaping his lips. He stared back at her, waiting for her to shut up. "You think I'd allow us to speak here? This is far from private." He turned away, imagining her confused expression. She really thought he'd allow them to do their 'business' in a cramped closet. Even I'm classier than that. He approached the back wall, finding the false panel he'd put up himself and opened it. Behind it was a door, which he opened. It revealed a larger 'hut' of sorts, with a card table, an old frayed couch, a small storage area, and a mini fridge. As he lead her in, he explained. "Years ago, GeneCo was beginning to realize how big the graverobber problem was getting, so Rotti sent out a mass GR hunt. In the midst of all this, I decided to be one of the only productive junkies and make myself a safety place. It's been a little get away of mine for years."

Graverobber remembered those long, annoying months as he dusted off the couch and threw a clean sheet over it, almost making it appear clean. Almost. He also went to the fridge, grabbing out a couple of cold drinks. Once they were seated on the couch and the door was locked back and hidden, he began to talk. He told her all about Amber's recent surgery - old news - a few new members of GeneCo - older news. Then, GR paused. His next topic was a spy for the resistance, and he almost noticed a change in Vanice's composure. "He goes by Geor Vitog, posing as one of Amber's henchman of sorts. He's getting sucked in, and I thought you may need to send one of your other agents to check on him. He's getting too far in to tell if he's turned on you yet. His real name is Vincent George. Graverobber stopped there, sipping on his drink and waiting for a response.

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[vanice connie montrille]

KILL ME ROMANTICALLY ,

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"bitter and dumb, you're my sugar plum"

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With a small huff, she crawled through the false wall into his little hide out.
Even better.. Her voice was completely serious, though her face read sarcasm. The sight of where she'd be spending her night made her want to scream. How could she let herself get into this? Sure, she was bored and in need of some love, but not this. Anything but this. But, i guess this is the life when you're wanted by everyone on the streets above.

Vanice placed herself on the couch as comfortably as she could, though the leather that was hugging her every itch made it harder to do so. Thank God she wasn't sweating yet, she hated to remove the trench coat that covered her. Because she knew exactly what GR would do....or wouldn't do to her.
She cringed slightly. This was going to be a long night.

Her finger traced around the cold drink, but she didn't take a sip. She was too busy soaking up all the information from Graverobber. Every little detail played over and over again in her head. Until, her mind was put into replay and complete rage took over her body.

Vanice's face changed, her eyes darkening with hate. She didn't want to tell Graverobber about this though. No, she'd keep it to herself. Though, she'd use her anger to point out that she wasn't notified about this 'spy', who happened to be the main reason she wasn't a 'normal' girl in the first place.

Why wasn't i notified? Do you think you can just fucking run things like you're a real leader? Let me tell you something, you piece of shit. I call the shots. I could care less if he gets sucked in, but i bet you gave him some useful information, didn't you? Who the FUCK do you think you are?! Vanice was screaming. Her tone of voice had carried beyond her norm and even her voice was cracking at the sudden change.

Taking her bottle, she poured it out on his head. Before he could protest, she broke the bottle over his head. It shattered into pieces, but wasn't at enough force that it could make him pass out. No, she just wanted something to stab him with.

Now, explain yourself, cunt. Before i kill you.

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[graverobber]

{ FEEL IT COMIN' IN THE AIR AND THE SCREAMS FROM EVERYWHERE }
I'M ADDICTED TO THE THRILL
- - - - - - IT'S A DANGEROUS LOVE AFFAIR

Graverobber laughed a hearty laugh, realizing what was going on. "So you didn't know? That makes so much sense." He laughed again and lowered her arm for her. He wasn't threatened by her, as she wasn't going to kill the man who gets all of her Amber information. "This man isn't a threat, trust me. And neither are you. Just calm down, I don't have much information on him yet." He pushed her back a little, shifting much closer. "Don't forget what we're here for, I may not have given you all the information on Amber yet..." He knew he'd have her now, she couldn't resist it.

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[vanice connie montrille]

KILL ME ROMANTICALLY ,

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"bitter and dumb, you're my sugar plum"

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Vanice huffed as she watched the liquid pour over his face and the glass fall to the floor. Her face twisted into a smirk as she held the broken, jagged bottle in her hand.
It was just like a graverobber to only give half of the information at a time. She'd have to put out before he spilled anymore beans.
With the smirk still on her face, she calmed down and turned back towards GR.
You're right, How could i forget? I've been waiting.. Her voice faded to a seductive tone. She stood up and took off the leather trench coat that had covered her. The skin tight, short, black leather dress was like a rude awakening to anyone that saw. It could've been illegal to walk around like that, but it wasn't as bad as the people in the alleyways.

Picking up the glass bottle again, she walked over to him, his eyes transfixed on her, like they should be. No man, no matter how tough, could resist her like that. She knew this tactic well.
Like what you see? She asked stupidly, knowing the grunt he'd give as a 'yes'.

A dark chuckle left her mouth as she pressed her way in between his legs. Before he could even get his eyes off her chest, she forced the bottle into his thigh. Quickly she pulled it out and grabbed him by the chin.
Don't doubt me, sweetheart. She looked into his dead eyes and then licked up his cheek, still holding his face forcefully.

Vanice made him look at her, and with a swift movement, she kissed him, ready to get this over with.

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