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A father's Enduring love

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Mukurogirl

Super-Earth
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Jan 15, 2009
Seventeen.

Yes, seventeen. That last rush of hormones spurring a young girl's heart can lead to very bad things. She had thought she was in love, no...no. She had been in love. It was Graverobber who had decieved her. Graverobber with his theatric skills and painted lips. Her father had warned her ofcourse, but at seventeen; what teenager would listen to their father? Espescially a father who locked her in an ivory tower, caged her like a song bird to keep her away from the evils of the world. It had been like a fairytale. She, the imprisoned princess fleeing from her captor into the arms of her Zydrate dealing prince. Except the prince was a fraud. A pretender. There was no happy ending here.

Shilo Wallace had picked the lock to her bedroom door and left in the middle of a hot summer night. The next month turned into a flurry of adventure and romance. She had lost her virginity in a dark alley within a week of her escape. She remembered it as a rush of hands and a hot mouth, a sharp stab of pain followed by bliss and sticky wetness afterwards. Life on the streets was vastly different from her sheltered room. They slept in dumpsters,but she always had food and Graverobber's company. It had been like a dream. He would harvest zydrate in the cemetary while Shilo chased fireflies and stand watch.

Then the dream shattered. She woke up one morning to find him gone. He had left nothing except a little glass vial, as if he knew all too well she'd need something to take the edge off of the pain from the gaping hole in her heart. She had been taking small dosages of zydrate ever since her supply of medicine had run out. Together they had discovered that this had a similar affect to stop the attacks of her blood disease. She always took the bare minimum she needed to get by, but that morning she shot up the entire vial. The pain went away. She felt blissfully numb and wandered the streets like a ghost. In her drugged state, she came to her father's house and passed out infront of the gate,curled into a small ball. In those moments she looked like a small broken doll.
 
When Shilo had left, Nathan did everything he could to find her again. He stayed out late a night (when he didn't have assignments from Rotti) and hunted the streets, hoping for just a small clue. He never really gave up but, after about a week, he stopped looking for her as much. Instead, he delved into his assignments, practically begging Rotti for more. He could feel himself losing grip on the sane Nathan side of himself, instead turning into the crazed killer that had come about, thanks to Rotti. But when he would return home to an empty house, he could feel the pain in his heart. He stayed out as much as he could.

He had been out on an assignment one night, returning a set of kidneys, and eventually found his way to Marni's grave. He stood outside of it for a while, just staring at the door, wishing she was there beside him. He was beginning to forget her, because Shilo wasn't there to remind him of her, and that thought terrified him more than anything. But, he mused, maybe it was for the best; he could forget everything he knew and just let the RepoMan side of him take over. He wouldn't hurt, then.

He walked home slowly that night, still dress in his repo gear. He was so lost in his thoughts that he nearly passed by the secret entrance to his home. Doubling back, he pulled the door open and walked inside, peeling layers off his body. He dropped them in the washroom and walked into the real part of the house to get some water. Hearing a scream from the street, Nathan walked over to the door and opened it. He had nearly closed it again when he noticed a body on the porch. Crouching down closer, hand extended to take the person's pulse, he saw the curves of Shilo's face half-hidden beneath her arm. "Shi-" he breathed, his normally still hand starting to shake. His gently brushed his fingertips over her cheekbone, just to make sure she was real, and then held his hand near her nose; she was breathing, faintly.
 
Shilo had a very low tolerance to zydrate. Her mistake had been in shooting up the entire vial at once. It could have very well killed her by overdose, but luckily she seemed mostly unharmed. She was unconscious and weak though. Her tiny, underdeveloped form cloaked in typical fetish garments, problably borrowed from one of Graverobber's customers. The corset she wore was too tight to begin with, possibly to make her breasts look larger and she had succeeded in that much. Her legs were covered in fishnet and a tiny thin skirt completed the outfit. Most of her pale white skin was revealed and other then appearing a bit skinnier then usual, she seemed unharmed for the most part. Her lips were even lined with blue lipstick, giving her a corpse-like appearance.

Her eyelashes fluttered once as a hand touched her cheek. A mere butterfly touched, but her lips formed a soft sigh in response. "Graverobber...." She whispered as a tear ran down her cheek. Her body shook with the afteraffects of zydrate leaving her system, forcing to her to curl into a tighter ball. Her eyes still hadn't opened, nor had she come around to consciousness completely.
 
Nathan's hand pulled away when she spoke, his fingertips feeling like he'd been burnt. He scowled at her clothing, knowing that she had been used just like every other girl out there who was hoping for a quick escape. He tried not to envision Amber when he looked down at Shilo, instead trying to picture her clothed and healthy like she used to be. His arms moved beneath her form and he picked her up easily, noting the way her collar bones seemed a little more defined than he remembered. Using his foot to close the door, he moved slowly and carefully so as not to disturb her.

As he walked up the stairs, his eyes looked over her face. She looked almost pained, which was expected when coming off Zydrate, and the blue on her lips was fairly starling. Luckily he knew the difference between makeup and actual corpse-coloured lips. He tried to ignore the chill of her bare limbs pressing against his covered abdomen, but it was hard. Though he hated to admit it, even to himself within his thoughts, he could see why the girls dressed like this; though far too revealing, the tight and ripped clothes were definitely enough to entice a man into doing practically anything for them.
 
Shilo began to stir a few hours later, slowing coming back to consciousness. Her long eyelashes began to flutter open and she flinched at the bright light coming from the nearby lamp. She felt an unfamilar weight on her chest as she jerked upright in bed. Blankets. A bed. A familar room full of stuffed animals and childish dreams. The stuffed animals seemed to leer at her in the eery light that the lamp provided. Shilo shivered as she realized where she was. She was home and she had never been so happy to be far away from the outside world. She brought her knees up to her chest, her breath starting to come fast as the events of yesterday came back to her in a hurry. Graverobber. He was gone. He was...never coming back. She pressed her face to a pillow as if she meant to smother herself, tears falling down her cheeks in an endless river.

What had she been thinking? Fairytales weren't real. Graverobber had never been real. Her heart was shattered into so many pieces. The more her thoughts raced, the more her pulse thundered in her veins. She heard the familar beep of the wrist communicator. Blood pressure warning. Her blood disease came and went, but it always flared up the worst when she became emotional or exerted too much energy.
 
Nathan had put Shilo in bed, removed the blue from her lips and set her old nightgown on top of the blankets beside her. Though his daughter's body was barely covered (the outfit left little to the imagination), he couldn't stand the idea of changing her while she slept. He left her room, closing the door (and not locking it this time) behind him. He decided to busy himself in their study, hiding his attention in making sure the books were organized. Hearing the almost unfamiliar beep of the wrist communicator and the warning for Shilo's blood pressure, he dropped one of the books to the floor.

He left the room and walked upstairs, unsure if he was wanting her awake or not. He was hoping she would be so they could talk, but he was also terrified that she'd just be getting ready to escape again. Maybe it wasn't even her choice to be dropped off; maybe someone had left her there because they didn't want to deal with her anymore. He took a breath and knocked gently on her door before walking in. "Shilo?" His voice was soft and rough, as if he hadn't said much within the past few days.

Nathan took a few steps into the room, half-hoping that she would respond. He envisioned, for a split second, Shilo getting up and running over to him, burying her face against his chest. "Are you awake?"
 
Shilo slid further under the covers as she heard footsteps approaching, barely able to breath at this point. She been forced to loosen the corset to keep from passing out again. By the time he entered her room, little Shilo's eyes could barely be seen peeking childishly out from under the blanket she was cowering under. She expected him to be furious with her. She had refused to listen to his warnings, had run away and...she'd been a terrible daughter. Her heart clenched and shattered a bit more. A small sob broke out at the sound of his voice. The covers went completely over her head now, like a child hiding from the boogey man. What could she say to him? Saying that she was sorry just wasn't enough. She had betrayed her father's trust and love for a man who had less pure designs for her.

"Father...." Her voice was weak and full of despair. Ofcourse she couldn't breath under the covers and so her head peeked out once again, face glistening with tears. She jerked the covers back and came towards him, curling her arms around her father and sobbing helplessly against his chest. She still loved him. Ofcourse she had always loved him and right now all she yearned for in the entire world was her father to scoop her up and make the pain go away like he had always done.
 
Nathan was angry with her, truth be told, but the sight of her cowering in her bed was enough to make him pause. He did have a speech for her and a part of him did want to yell until his voice disappeared, but most of all? He just wanted to protect her from ever being treated like an animal again. He watched her hide herself fully beneath the blankets and was about to turn away until he heard her voice. He glanced over his shoulder, his heart breaking in his chest at the sight of her wet cheeks. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again when she kicked back the covers and ran to him.

For a moment, Nathan paused; this was too surreal for him. He felt like he was dreaming, his mind hazy with the idea of his daughter being home again. He took a breath and wrapped his arms around her, practically crushing her to his chest. "Shilo," he said softly, one hand moving to the back of her head. He felt the question on the tip of his tongue and prayed for it to stay there, but it tumbled over his lips anyways: "What happened to you?" He could feel the strings of the corset loosen more beneath his fingers as his hand moved down to her back, hoping it would help comfort her.
 
Shilo hid her face against his chest, dampening his shirt with her neverending tears as she sobbed pitifully for five whole minutes. She was so distraught that the only answer he got were a few muffled, half-sobbed words which couldn't quite be made out at the moment. She trembled against him, still the same sweet Shilo who had left a month ago. Even the streets hadn't changed her much. "Graverobber..." She croaked out the vile name, lowering her head to stare at the floor. She couldn't meet her father's eyes. If he knew what Graverobber had done to her, what she'd done.... "He left." Shilo simplified the problem significantly because in her eyes, her life had been just fine until the zudrate dealer had tired of her. "He just left. I heard from some of the whores that he's living with Amber Sweet...." Her heart felt like and open, gaping wound. She had no one else to turn to. "The zydrate...he left some for my disease,but I took it all at once." Her hands were shaking visibly as she cutched at his shoulders, barely tall enough to press her face to his chest.

"It was stupid. I watched him often enough to know....but it hurts so much Dad." She whispered. She could finally understand why her father mourned her mother so much. "I'm so sorry for leaving. I thought he loved me...."
 
Nathan's entire body tensed when she explained the situation. He knew it had something to do with that monster of a man, but to think his daughter thought she actually loved the creature was enough to make him sick. Though it actually pained him to do so, he stepped away from Shilo and turned his back to her. His hands shook once more as he shoved them into his pockets, trying to gain composure before he said or did something he would regret. "I'm sorry you left, too," he said after a few heartbeats. He glanced briefly over his shoulder, trying to sort out his thoughts. "I'll get you some water. Why don't you go ahead and change out of that?"

The tears on her face, the look of utter heartbreak made him want to take her into his arms again, but he could still feel the rage and disbelief bubbling in his veins. The sight of her so skinny and sad, the corset nearly ready to fall off her body, the knowledge that she cared for GraveRobber... He couldn't stomach it all at once. He let out a soft breath and walked to the door, pausing with his hand on the knob. "Are you hungry?" he asked, looking back towards her, hoping she didn't read his pulling away as angry towards her.
 
Shilo suddenly felt so very cold once Nathan pulled away. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself, somehow managing to look more pale and delicate then ever before. Was her father still angry at her? He wasn't even looking at her now. She lowered her gaze to the floor once more, feeling that she deserved his anger, even his disgust. The things she had done, the things she had let Graverobber do to her. She wasn't a child anylonger, but that didn't mean she'd changed completely. Her eyes had just been opened to the cruel world around her. Her stomach growled without her permission at the thought of food, making her smile weakly. The thought of one a homecooked meal was entirely too tempting to miss. She'd missed her father's cooking more then she ever imagined she would. "I'm starved." She answerred swiftly, seeming a tadless meek.

"Dad?" She waited for him to pause at the door before continuing. "I love you...." Shilo was so glad he had taken her back. He didn't have to, afterall. He could have left her...wherever he had found her. She heard the click of the door, collapsing into her bed soon after. Once her father was out of the room she changed out of her street clothes and into her old nightgown. The pure white seemed less fitting for her now. White silk came to her knees and suddenly it felt odd to have her entire body covered. She'd grown so used to revealing and tight fitting clothes.
 
The sight of her curling into herself broke his heart (he was amazed it was still possible) but he nodded when she spoke. Hearing those three words from her, so simple and overlooked before, sent his heart soaring though. A smile played with the corners of Nathan's lips as he stepped out and gently shut the door behind him. Out of habit he reached for his key, but his fingers came up empty. Perhaps that would be best, to never lock her in her room again; maybe then she'd want to stay and be safe rather then lose herself in the streets again.

He went downstairs and heated up the leftovers he had from last night, a simple pasta dish that didn't have too many ingredients. He filled a glass with water as well, then took it all up to her room. He paused in front of the door, staring at the wood of it for a moment, trying hard not to imagine the empty bed he had seen so often lately. Balancing the glass between his arm and his side, he opened the door with his free hand and walked in. "It's leftovers," he said as he walked over, handing the plate to her and setting the glass down on the bedside table. He then sat, carefully so as to avoid sitting on her legs, and looked over at her. There were so many things he longed to say to her, and he had no idea where to start.

"I'm glad you're home," he said softly, though he did find himself wishing she'd come back the way she went out; pure, untouched, innocent. The idea of his daughter tainted in anyway... It was just too much to wrap his mind around.
 
Shilo had no intentions of even leaving her room, let alone going back into the streets. She didn't want to leave her bed either, which was safe and warm compared to the dumpsters that Graverobber used to provide as bedding. No. She didn't want to think of him. If she thought of Graverobber she'd start crying again and she wasn't sure she had any tears left to waste on him. She had never had any outside friends, let alone a boyfriend before he had come along. She had instantly thought Graverobber was trustworthy. How could she know any better when the only person she saw day after day was her father. She glanced up as the door opened once more and in came her father with a plate of pasta and a cup of cold water. "I don't care if it's leftovers. It smells divine." She managed a small, weak smile as she took the offered plate and began to eat with gusto. She leaned against his side as he settled beside her on the bed, grateful for his presence.

She gasped suddenly as a wave of nausea flooded her stomach, clamping a hand over her mouth. Without so much as a word she nearly fell off the bed in her scrambled attempt to get to the bathroom in time. The door slammed shut followed by sounds of heaving.
 
Nathan relished, possibly a bit too much, in the feel of his daughter leaning against him. He looked over at her when she gasped and was about to ask what happened, figuring she had burnt her mouth, when she practically flew out of the bed. He got up and walked over to the bathroom door, raising his hand to knock. When he heard her throwing up, he frowned, but didn't think much of it. It was probably just an after affect of the Zydrate mixed with real food; who knows what she was eating when she was out with that creature.

"Are you alright?" he asked through the door when silence took place of the heaving. He tried the knob and gently opened the door, looking down at Shilo. He frowned at the sight of her and walked into the bathroom, grabbing a cloth from the rail near the sink. He ran water over it until it was wet, then proceeded to ring it out some. He kneeled down beside Shilo, gently pressing the cloth to her forehead. "Maybe pasta was too much for your stomach," he commented.
 
Shilo was still shaking pitifully from the force that her stomach expelled the contents of her stomach, wiping her mouth with her hand as her father came into the bathroom. "I'm ok. I've had a bit of the flu for the past couple of days. It's usually worse in the morning though." She murmured. A phrase that should have set off warning bells. She leaned back as he pressed a wet cloth to her warm forehead. That felt so nice. "For what it's worth, what I managed to keep down is the best food I've had all month." Her smile seemed a bit brighter, a bit warmer and a bit more like the Shilo he had raised. She stood up slowly, brushing away the damp cloth and retreating back to her bed. She drank down the entire glass of cold water and curled up on her side, leaving room for him to sit. She didn't know what to say to her father. The only thing she knew was that she wasn't ready to talk about everything that had happened. It was all too fresh, too hurtful.

"Dad. Did you stay home from work?" Shilo asked as she suddenly realized what time it was. She felt a bit guilty kepeing him away from his 'patients', people who were sick and needed his help. "I'll be ok. You should go play doctor." Her little hand patted his.
 
Nathan nodded slightly, not really thinking much about the ongoing sickness. Who knows what she could have picked up out there on the streets? He wanted to frown when she mentioned the food, but tried to smile instead. "I'm glad," he nodded. He watched her get up before grabbing the cloth, setting it down on the counter near the sink before walking out into her bedroom. He stood for a moment, watching her get back into bed, before he walked over and sat beside her again. He leaned back against the pillows, turning his head to look at his daughter.

He nodded some to her question, smiling lightly again when she patted his hand. "I haven't really been needed too much lately," he lied. "They'll call if they need me." He looked at her for a moment before he opened his arms, inviting her to curl up beside him. "You should rest, you've been through a lot." He just wanted to hold her in his arms for a while to solidify that she was actually here and not leaving again.
 
Shilo did not hesitate once he opened his arms. Within seconds the small seventeen year old girl was curled against his chest, her knees tucked slightly, which only made her seem even smaller. She laid her head in the crook where his neck met his shoulders and inhaled the familar and warm scent of her father. She didn't know why her body reacted suddenly, this was her dad! What the fuck had Graverobber turned her into? A nymphomaniac? No. "Will you stay?" She asked softly, already seeming sleepy even as he told her to go to sleep. She didn't want Nathan to leave, everything seemed so much better while he was around and if she were left alone she was afraid she would start crying again and never stop. Her head dropped lower, resting overtop his chest now. She could hear the gentle thump of his heart and realized that her own heart was beating to the same rythm. This hadn't changed. Graverobber hadn't turned her into a complete monster. Not yet.

"Can we have eggs and pancakes in the morning?" She asked, just as she had asked for the past seventeen years. It was tradition. Every morning they would cook the same breakfast, sometimes Shilo would help and sometimes he already had it made it for her by the time she got up.
 
Nathan brought his arms around her as she curled against him, his head turning so he could kiss her forehead before she rested her face against his neck. The breath he felt, warm and soft, sent something through his body that he did his best to ignore. Letting his hand rub circles over her back, he tried his best to ignore the way her body felt against his, all curves and crevices. "I'll stay as long as you want me to," he said, his arms tightening around her some. "Just promise me you'll stay, too."

He chuckled softly at the question. "Of course," he replied. He could feel a month's worth of exhaustion from worrying piling up onto him. It was easy to forget how lonely it had felt without Shilo, and he planned on keeping a close eye on her for fear of her taking off again. And if he ever laid eyes on the GraveRobber, he wouldn't hesitate before ripping into him, figuratively or literally he wasn't sure. He shifted slightly so he was partially on his side, keeping Shilo's body close to his as he closed his eyes.
 
Shilo's eyelashes began to become heavy and they gradually lowered. "I'm not going anywhere....I've had enough of the outside world to last a lifetime." She said softly, nuzzling her father's chest through his shirt before finally drifting off. Her dreams weren't peaceful at all and she would turn or shift in her sleep, even whimper from time to time. By the time morning came around she waslieing on her side with her father spooning her from behind. She felt an insistent weight over one of her breasts, but her sleep-fogged mind mistook it for Graverobber giving her a morning grope. She thought nothing of the hand over her breast. She slid backwards to rub her backside against his crotch, as if in retaliation for the groping. Shilo wasn't even aware where she was, or who she was with. (sorry for the shortness, not much else to type)
 
Nathan had actually stayed awake for a while, watching Shilo sleep. She said she'd be around for a while, but part of him didn't really believe it, so he wanted to see as much of her as possible. As she slept, she looked far too much like Marni for his liking. He figured that could be why he became so obsessed with finding Shilo when she left-- it felt too much like Marni's death all over again. Eventually he fell asleep, memories of his late wife filling his head. He ended up curving his body against Shilo's, his arm wrapping protectively around her body.

When the sun began to lighten the room, Nathan was still fast asleep. The feel of someone rubbing against his crotch intensified his dreams and he moaned out lightly, his hand moving down towards Shilo's stomach. He pulled her closer and, as he slowly started to wake up, pressed his crotch harder into her bottom, his cock growing with excitement.
 
Shilo was used to waking up in a random dumpster, usually with Graverobber's mouth already attached to one of her breasts or an insistent grinding of his cock against her backside. It had become a habit for her to respond to such advances while she was still half asleep. Her legs slid further apart instinctively as a hardening bulge rocked against her backside, exciting her body as well. She felt a hand slide down to her stomach, making her squirm a bit more against his crotch. She gave a small moan in response, feeling a familar wetness between her legs. All of this shifting caused the edge of her nightgown to ride up so that Nathan was soon grinding against her through her small, white panties. It felt good and it even felt familar.

"Mmmm...." She cooed in her sleep, a small smile forming on her otherwise pale face. She could feel reality pulling at her, but she fought it. Dreamland was far too tempting to leave right now. Reality brought troubles and heartache and in this case, embarassment.
 
Nathan's body responded just as much as Shilo's. He pressed himself even harder against her, his forehead moving down to press against her shoulder blade as he moaned. His fingers moved between her legs, curling against her sex as he continued to rock against her. After a few minutes of this he finally woke up, his eyes opening. He expected, for some reason, to see Marni beside him. When he caught sight of his daughter's body in his arms, though, he froze. "Shi-" he practically choked over her name as he pulled away, disgust blooming and spreading in his body. How could he have done this? He was worried about what would happen to her out on the streets and then he did this? He really felt like a monster, then.

He got up from the bed and walked over to her window, covering his mouth; suddenly he felt sick. Not only had he just been grinding against his daughter, but he wanted to continue. He couldn't bare to look at her, or to even look at himself. Maybe it would be best for her to leave again, if this is how he was going to behave. He stared out at the city, brightening slowly with the sunlight and he wondered if there could be things worse than him out there.
 
Shilo's reactions intensified as fingers curled against her wet sex through her panties, insistent touches causing her sleepy moans to come faster. She began to pant like a bitch in heat, something that normally would have turned Graverobber on. Small hips slid back as their grinding continued, growing hotter and heavier until....it suddenly stopped. The touch was gone, the warm, hard body behind her was gone. She gave a frustrated whimper and rolled over onto her stomach,stretching out over the bed. She slept soundly for another fifteen minutes before her eyes slid open. The raven haired girl sat up slowly, rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes, apperently unaware that she had been grinding back against her father like a trained whore not too long ago. She did feel a strange wetness between her legs, but brushed it away.

She saw her father, looking anguished as he gazed out the window, but she figured he was upset at something else. "Dad? I'm going to take a shower and get changed." Her lips brushed against his in a tender, daughterly kiss.
 
Nathan's body tensed at the sound of Shilo's voice. "Okay," he managed to get out. Feeling her lips against his, even in an innocent kiss, sent his blood boiling. "I'll go start breakfast," he said before practically running out of the room. He shut her door behind him and walked down the hall, collapsing in the chair. He put his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his hands, trying to figure out what just happened. Rubbing his temples with his thumbs, he realized that Shilo didn't seem to have noticed anything. Maybe, if he played this correctly, it would be something neither of them would have to deal with. He was good at ignoring details of himself and making sure his daughter didn't notice, anyways.

Letting out a shaky, heavy breath, he stood up and smoothed his pants down. He glanced towards Shilo's door, feeling guilt gnaw at his stomach. "Be calm," he said to himself, then ran his fingers through his hair. He headed downstairs and focused on making breakfast, hoping the task would keep his mind off everything for at least a little while.
 
Shilo spent a good half an hour in the shower, washing away dirt and grime...and Graverobber's touch from her body. She scrubbed at a frantic rate until her skin was raw and red all over. Dirty. Dirty. Filthy. Unclean. If it were possible to make herself virgin all over again by scrubbing away his touch, she would be the Virgin Mary all over again. Even when she had finished washing herself, her body still ached, still craved the only familar touch she knew. Fuck! Graverobber had gotten her hooked on sex. She was used to having it whenever she wanted and now with just her father in the house, it was producing some strange reactions. What was wrong with her? She loved her father, but...it was wrong to lust after him.

She came down the stairs, her skin still pink from vigorous scrubbing, dressed in blouse and a skirt which barely covered her thighs. He chose most of her clothes, but surely by now he would notice his mistake in allowing such short skirts. "Morning dad." She came up behind him and pecked him on the cheek as he was flipping the eggs. It was as if nothing had changed at all. Even when breakfast was cooked she barely picked at her food, her churning stomach the mere smell of food induce nausea.
 
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