A/N: Inspired by an evening in the Repo!chats. Enjoy =) And special thanks to K for the title. You know who you are :3

Apologies for the dot-dot-dot that separate scenes and flashbacks, formatting is odd.

Disclaimer: I don't own Repo! The Genetic Opera or Little Red Riding Hood. So there.

All the Better

He was all theatrics and confidence, leering smirks and dirty fingernails. Shilo watched the zydrate dealer move about the living room with ease and fluidity, as if trying to mask the sharp edges in his eyes.

He hadn't made his purposes known for being there yet, but she knew he would in time. It was how it had worked the past two months since their reunion. He'd periodically bother her for this or that, be it food or a hot shower.

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"How do you keep your water running if you're not working, kid?"

"I signed GeneCo to Amber. She's taking care of that in return."

Graverobber looked surprised for a moment before a twisted grin curved his lips.

"A regular deal with the devil then."

Shilo didn't respond, knowing with a sickened flip of her stomach that he was right.

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Shilo bided her time by sitting on the couch, dark eyes absorbing the fairy tale on her lap. Little Red Riding Hood, the classic cautionary tale warning you to not talk to strangers. She rolled her eyes, glancing at the reflection of both she and the dealer in the dirtied window across from her. He ran his callused fingers over the dark wooden walls of the closet, opening the door and peeking inside. She observed him, her hand keeping place of where she had been reading.

The predator in a confined space with his prey. Shilo idly wondered if she was his prey and brushed the thought from her mind. Who was she to change that fact? She'd been prey all her life.

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"Lost again?"

"I'm not lost!" Shilo protested and Graverobber snorted in disbelief. She frowned, embarrassed.

"Maybe a little."

"Forget your trail of breadcrumbs little girl?"

Shilo rolled her eyes at him and turned around, deciding to try and walk back the way she came. Footsteps caught up with her and a familiar hand rested on her shoulder.

"C'mon, the truck you need is that way." He jerked his thumb behind him.

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And so Red walked down the path of needles, tricked into taking the longer path.

The smell of fresh dirt and corpses struck her nose and threw her out of reverie. Startled, she looked up and her eyes met Graverobber's. He was standing before her, their knees nearly touching. His lips curved into a lurid smirk, teeth all deadly points and mischief in the dim electrical light.

My, what big teeth you have grandmother.

Graverobber bent at the waist, his hands deep in his coat pockets. A few inches separated their faces and Shilo felt that familiar rush of heat scald her pale cheeks. Her heart thudded and she raised her hand up, squeezing her mother's cameo tightly in response. She almost expected to hear the warning from her bracelet. Blood pressure warning. But she only heard a mixture of their breathing instead.

She could feel the grooves of the necklace dig into the flesh of her palm. The grandfather ticked in the background but she wasn't paying attention. He still hadn't said anything, perfectly content in taking in the image of her flushed face.

His eyes were blue; she'd never realized it, hidden beneath the layers of kohl. They were sharp and raked over her skin, making her feel raw. Shilo didn't mind, she preferred it to being numb.

"Yes?" Shilo stuttered, knowing the image of the cameo would be imprinted in her palm. Graverobber only leaned forward and Shilo felt her heart stop.

All the better to eat you with my dear.

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