Graverobber's Dawn
Graverobber’s Dawn, Chapter 1/5
Author: Xeelia
Pairing:Graverobber/Dawn
Rating: NC-17
Summery: Crossover between BtVS/Repo! The Genetic Opera, Dawn was sucked into a portal and into a totally different world.
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.
A/N: Dawn is NOT the key, she is just Buffy’s sister.
The girl stumbled along next to her foster father as he wound his way through the dirty streets. Her name was Dawn Summers and she wasn’t from here, she wasn’t from anywhere near here. Her life had gone from bad, to worse, to horrible in the span of a few months and she was sure it was about to get even worse.
First this psycho hell bitch, Glory, showed up and starting wreaking havoc in her hometown of Sunnydale, then her mother got sick and died, her big sister emotionally shut down, then just when it looked like things were as bad as they could be Glory did some sort of ritual and opened dimensional portals all over the planet.
Luckily Dawn’s sister, Buffy Summers also known as the Slayer, had been able to kill the hell bitch but not before people started getting sucked into the portals. The last thing Dawn saw from her world was her sister screaming as Dawn was sucked into a portal.
There were many things she missed about Sunnydale; her sister, her vampire friend and confidant Spike, her sister’s friends, blue skies, being afraid of demons and vampires instead of everybody she saw…simple things.
Once in this new and horrible world Dawn found that she wasn’t the only one from her world here and that ironically this had happened several times in the past here. Portals dumped people from different realities and dimensions here often.
They even had an integration program. Anyone under twenty was put with a foster family and anyone over twenty was put into a training program.
Dawn, being fourteen, was placed in a foster home.
That’s when the little hope Dawn had of having a nice, or even decent, life died. Her foster mother had so much nerve damage from the various surgeries she had had that she couldn’t walk or even talk well and her foster father was addicted to Zydrate. It only took Dawn a few days to figure out about the past of this world and to know that she was in a very bad predicament.
She lived with her foster family only a few months before things took their inevitable downward spiral. Her foster mother died, not that that was a big loss to Dawn, but it did mean she was totally alone with her foster father. He stopped feeding her all together, not that he had fed her much to begin with but still something was better than nothing. Made her do the housework, cook for him, and clean his clothes, in the sink.
Dawn snuck some of the food she cooked for him but could never sneak enough to not feel hungery. She was growing weaker by the day. If something didn’t change soon she would be dead.
It was only three weeks after his wife’s death that he made his move.
He didn’t have enough money to get the Zydrate he wanted and he knew, and so did Dawn, that many of the Zydrate dealers would trade the drug for a young fresh face. That she was certified a virgin when first arriving meant he could probably actually buy a couple of vials of the glowing elixir.
She tried to escape but a man desperate for a fix wasn’t going to let his drug ticket get away. He dragged her down the street. When she had tried to scream for help he back handed her and produced a knife, telling her if she didn’t shut up he would make sure she had a reason to scream. Dawn quieted down then.
Maybe whoever he sold her too would at least feed her, after all a dead whore was a waste of money.
As luck would have it the dealer that Dawn’s foster father dealt with was a tall frightening man with pale skin, cunning eyes, and an array of colors strewn through his hair. He was known by all as simply Graverobber.
Graverobber had just finished reading about Shilo Wallace, the Kid as he had called her, not inheriting GenCo but getting a large lump sum from the Largos instead. She had said, according to the interviewer, she planned on starting a charity to help those who, through no fault of their own, couldn’t pay GenCo for their organs. He idly wondered how many of them would be his clients.
He smirked and threw the tabloid into the fire.
When he looked up and saw one of his regulars, Pete, half dragging a kid with him groaned. He hated dealing with the young addicts, they always seemed to think they’d out grow the addiction or something.
As Pete approached Graverobber realized that the kid with him didn’t have any sign of being an addict, or for that matter having had surgery. If the girl wasn’t an addict then why…then it clicked, he knew why Pete was bring her to him, payment and he was pissed.
Graverobber growled deep in his throat, “What are you doin’ Pete? Who’s this little bit of a thing?”
Dawn flinched at his phrasing, it reminded her of Spike, of home. She didn’t speak though, she didn’t even try to leave, she stood there and caressed the bruise that was forming on her cheek trying her hardest not to cry.
Pete smiled and drooled. “I figure she’s worth at least two vials. She’s even certified a virgin! You can train her to please you real good and she’s young so she can work the streets for years! She’s never even had surgery!”
With that Pete held up the verification sheet and pushed Dawn to the ground at Graverobber’s feet. Graverobber looked down at the kid. She was wearing a dark green wifebeater that was stained with grime, a black pleated skirt that was too short, ripped fishnets, and knee high combat boots that buckled all the way up. She was half starved and had more than just the one bruise on her face, there were several on her arms and the edge of a large bruise was visible on her back, but the fire in her grey lined blue-green eyes was enough for him. She was a survivor. He lifted his head towards Pete and sneered. “You should have done your homework Pete. I don’t take kids, even foster kids. You people disgust me, selling kids to get your own high. I got something special for you.”
Pete began to shake hard. Everyone knew if you pissed off Graverobber he could make you hurt in the worst ways, that was before he got bored and killed you. He remembered hearing about this chick that pissed Graverobber off by trying to spread a rumor that he let a GenCop fuck his ass for three vials of GenCo Zydrate. He had pinned her to a wall with iron spikes and skinned her, then pissed on her for good measure.
Pete was shaking so much that he dropped his knife as he turned to run. Unfortunately for him, and for Graverobber, Pete had another problem, he was overdue on his payments to GenCo. Just as Graverobber started towards him a Repo Man showed up holding Pete’s contract.
Dawn watched with huge eyes as the Repo Man checked the contract then pinned Pete to the wall and preceded to cut out his heart and lungs. Once the organs were removed and placed in the Repo Man’s bag he stood, turned, and left.
As soon as the Repo Man was gone Graverobber went to the body and retrieved the Zydrate from it, a satisfied smirk on his face as he rammed the needle up Pete’s corpse’s nose. “Well at least I got something outta him.”
He turned to see Dawn staring at him. “Don’t worry kid, I’m not gonna kill you or pimp your ass out, but you aint sticking around for free either. You’ll just have to learn how to help me harvest and maybe sell Zydrate. We’ll see. Now where did Petey here live?”
For the first time since coming to this wacked out world Dawn smiled. She stood up and brushed herself off, grabbing Pete’s knife and stuffing it in her boot. “This way, though there isn’t a lot there.”
Graverobber smirked as he followed his brand spanking new apprentice. She was one tough cookie, he liked that about her. Maybe with his help and training the kid would rule the Zydrate market one day.
Author: Xeelia
Pairing:Graverobber/Dawn
Rating: NC-17
Summery: Crossover between BtVS/Repo! The Genetic Opera, Dawn was sucked into a portal and into a totally different world.
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.
A/N: Dawn is NOT the key, she is just Buffy’s sister.
The girl stumbled along next to her foster father as he wound his way through the dirty streets. Her name was Dawn Summers and she wasn’t from here, she wasn’t from anywhere near here. Her life had gone from bad, to worse, to horrible in the span of a few months and she was sure it was about to get even worse.
First this psycho hell bitch, Glory, showed up and starting wreaking havoc in her hometown of Sunnydale, then her mother got sick and died, her big sister emotionally shut down, then just when it looked like things were as bad as they could be Glory did some sort of ritual and opened dimensional portals all over the planet.
Luckily Dawn’s sister, Buffy Summers also known as the Slayer, had been able to kill the hell bitch but not before people started getting sucked into the portals. The last thing Dawn saw from her world was her sister screaming as Dawn was sucked into a portal.
There were many things she missed about Sunnydale; her sister, her vampire friend and confidant Spike, her sister’s friends, blue skies, being afraid of demons and vampires instead of everybody she saw…simple things.
Once in this new and horrible world Dawn found that she wasn’t the only one from her world here and that ironically this had happened several times in the past here. Portals dumped people from different realities and dimensions here often.
They even had an integration program. Anyone under twenty was put with a foster family and anyone over twenty was put into a training program.
Dawn, being fourteen, was placed in a foster home.
That’s when the little hope Dawn had of having a nice, or even decent, life died. Her foster mother had so much nerve damage from the various surgeries she had had that she couldn’t walk or even talk well and her foster father was addicted to Zydrate. It only took Dawn a few days to figure out about the past of this world and to know that she was in a very bad predicament.
She lived with her foster family only a few months before things took their inevitable downward spiral. Her foster mother died, not that that was a big loss to Dawn, but it did mean she was totally alone with her foster father. He stopped feeding her all together, not that he had fed her much to begin with but still something was better than nothing. Made her do the housework, cook for him, and clean his clothes, in the sink.
Dawn snuck some of the food she cooked for him but could never sneak enough to not feel hungery. She was growing weaker by the day. If something didn’t change soon she would be dead.
It was only three weeks after his wife’s death that he made his move.
He didn’t have enough money to get the Zydrate he wanted and he knew, and so did Dawn, that many of the Zydrate dealers would trade the drug for a young fresh face. That she was certified a virgin when first arriving meant he could probably actually buy a couple of vials of the glowing elixir.
She tried to escape but a man desperate for a fix wasn’t going to let his drug ticket get away. He dragged her down the street. When she had tried to scream for help he back handed her and produced a knife, telling her if she didn’t shut up he would make sure she had a reason to scream. Dawn quieted down then.
Maybe whoever he sold her too would at least feed her, after all a dead whore was a waste of money.
As luck would have it the dealer that Dawn’s foster father dealt with was a tall frightening man with pale skin, cunning eyes, and an array of colors strewn through his hair. He was known by all as simply Graverobber.
Graverobber had just finished reading about Shilo Wallace, the Kid as he had called her, not inheriting GenCo but getting a large lump sum from the Largos instead. She had said, according to the interviewer, she planned on starting a charity to help those who, through no fault of their own, couldn’t pay GenCo for their organs. He idly wondered how many of them would be his clients.
He smirked and threw the tabloid into the fire.
When he looked up and saw one of his regulars, Pete, half dragging a kid with him groaned. He hated dealing with the young addicts, they always seemed to think they’d out grow the addiction or something.
As Pete approached Graverobber realized that the kid with him didn’t have any sign of being an addict, or for that matter having had surgery. If the girl wasn’t an addict then why…then it clicked, he knew why Pete was bring her to him, payment and he was pissed.
Graverobber growled deep in his throat, “What are you doin’ Pete? Who’s this little bit of a thing?”
Dawn flinched at his phrasing, it reminded her of Spike, of home. She didn’t speak though, she didn’t even try to leave, she stood there and caressed the bruise that was forming on her cheek trying her hardest not to cry.
Pete smiled and drooled. “I figure she’s worth at least two vials. She’s even certified a virgin! You can train her to please you real good and she’s young so she can work the streets for years! She’s never even had surgery!”
With that Pete held up the verification sheet and pushed Dawn to the ground at Graverobber’s feet. Graverobber looked down at the kid. She was wearing a dark green wifebeater that was stained with grime, a black pleated skirt that was too short, ripped fishnets, and knee high combat boots that buckled all the way up. She was half starved and had more than just the one bruise on her face, there were several on her arms and the edge of a large bruise was visible on her back, but the fire in her grey lined blue-green eyes was enough for him. She was a survivor. He lifted his head towards Pete and sneered. “You should have done your homework Pete. I don’t take kids, even foster kids. You people disgust me, selling kids to get your own high. I got something special for you.”
Pete began to shake hard. Everyone knew if you pissed off Graverobber he could make you hurt in the worst ways, that was before he got bored and killed you. He remembered hearing about this chick that pissed Graverobber off by trying to spread a rumor that he let a GenCop fuck his ass for three vials of GenCo Zydrate. He had pinned her to a wall with iron spikes and skinned her, then pissed on her for good measure.
Pete was shaking so much that he dropped his knife as he turned to run. Unfortunately for him, and for Graverobber, Pete had another problem, he was overdue on his payments to GenCo. Just as Graverobber started towards him a Repo Man showed up holding Pete’s contract.
Dawn watched with huge eyes as the Repo Man checked the contract then pinned Pete to the wall and preceded to cut out his heart and lungs. Once the organs were removed and placed in the Repo Man’s bag he stood, turned, and left.
As soon as the Repo Man was gone Graverobber went to the body and retrieved the Zydrate from it, a satisfied smirk on his face as he rammed the needle up Pete’s corpse’s nose. “Well at least I got something outta him.”
He turned to see Dawn staring at him. “Don’t worry kid, I’m not gonna kill you or pimp your ass out, but you aint sticking around for free either. You’ll just have to learn how to help me harvest and maybe sell Zydrate. We’ll see. Now where did Petey here live?”
For the first time since coming to this wacked out world Dawn smiled. She stood up and brushed herself off, grabbing Pete’s knife and stuffing it in her boot. “This way, though there isn’t a lot there.”
Graverobber smirked as he followed his brand spanking new apprentice. She was one tough cookie, he liked that about her. Maybe with his help and training the kid would rule the Zydrate market one day.