Hello, everyone! Here is something I had lying around. I'm not sure if I'm going to turn it into a full story, but I wanted to post this to see what people thought of it. It is a Fallout New Vegas OC/OC fic, and it includes the characters from the game as well. It's a story mostly centered around the Fiends, as I noticed there aren't many on this site. Let me know what you think, and if this should be turned into a full story.

Genesis

Chapter 1 - Vault 3

The Fiend looked down at the farmstead with interest. He was hidden in the cliffs, trying to get relief from the midday heat. He brushed down his mohawk and settled himself behind a large rock, hoping he was out of sight. He watched what he assumed was a family care for the penned up brahmin. There was an older man and woman who were feeding them and filling their water, and a young girl. The Fiend assumed she was in her late teens, and he watched her brush the brahmin's back with a smile. The brahmin nudged her side with its head affectionately, and she giggled.

Her long, dark brown hair shone in the sun, and her smile radiated innocence and delight. Her laugh echoed throughout the cliffs, teasing him like a hypnotizing melody. The Fiend looked on, as the girl left the brahmin, and her mother put an arm around the girl's shoulders affectionately, leading her into the small shack next to the brahmin pen. The older man placed the water buckets next to the shack and followed them inside.

The Fiend got up and made his way out of the cliffs and towards Vault 3. He would keep this place a secret too. No need for anyone to find out about it, as it was unlikely to end well.

A short distance away, an older Fiend watched the young man make his way through the cliffs. He knew the young man wasn't going to tell anyone about what he had seen. That was typical of him, always trying to do the right thing. The Fiend scoffed. The man wasn't a Fiend at all. Why didn't Motor Runner just get rid of him?

The Fiend's mustache twitched when he smirked, planning what he was going to do about the family. The older couple was of no use to him, but the girl was. He smiled, showing rotten teeth, and adjusted the incinerator on his back. He would be back for the girl, and soon.

Motor-Runner looked down at Kaya with a smile on his face. He was happy to see her, but the smile told her that he wasn't going to invite Kaya in for tea and cookies. Oh no, he was going to do quite the opposite, in fact. Fiends have no mercy for anyone. Well, maybe the Great Khans. The Great Khans supply them with their drugs, you see, and everyone knows that a Fiend without drugs is not a Fiend at all.

Others surrounded her and looked on with a look of pure hunger – red, glassy eyes filled with eagerness and lust. Some chewed on their fingernails nervously, others giggled in high-pitched voices like hyenas. Kaya wondered if these were humans, animals, or savages. They were obviously oblivious to normal, acceptable behavior. One began to inject itself with a drug unknown to Kaya, and she looked away in disgust.

Kaya's knees dug into the dirty metal floor below her, and it took all of her strength not to cry out. She had been dragged across the Mojave to a ruined Vault, and had no idea where she was. All she knew is that it was full of Fiends. They had stormed her family's homestead earlier that day, killing her parents and capturing her. Kaya's parents were in their 40s, which was considered pretty old in the wasteland. Fiends can find no use for old people, but they can find use for a nineteen year-old girl. And a virgin, at that. Kaya didn't want to know what they were going to do to her, and her whole body shook when she remembered what she had heard about the Fiends...

"Do you know why your father and I moved you all the way out here, away from civilization?" Kaya's mother asked her, filling the brahmin's water bucket.

"No," she answered, leaning against the metal fence. Kaya reached over to pet one of the brahmin, and it closed its eyes in content.

"The wasteland is full of horrors that a girl like you shouldn't see. You've got the NCR, the Legion, Fiends…"

She had heard about the others, but no one had told Kaya about the Fiends. "What are Fiends, mom?"

"Fiends are the ugliest, craziest, meanest group of people in the Mojave. They take any drug they can get their hands on, and delight in shooting anyone who crosses their path. They roam the desert, looting and scavenging. You must stay away from them, and it's for your own good."

Kaya's mother put down the bucket and her eyes met hers. "What they do are things that are so horrible, may God bless the poor soul who they get ahold of, for they will not wish to be alive when they get through with him."

The Fiends surrounding Motor-Runner smirked and giggled insanely. Motor-Runner was talking, but Kaya could barely make out the words. She felt like she was drifting in and out of consciousness, and she wondered if she had been drugged, but it could have just been shock.

"Now, I believe Cook-Cook said he wanted the next girl we brought in. The last few we captured, the boys had too much fun with her. But now you know not to touch someone else's property, don't you Ripper?"

The young Fiend next to him let out a high-pitched giggle and his eyes went wide.

A man in his late thirties pushed his way through the group and eyed Kaya. He brushed down his moustache with one finger and lifted her chin up.

"She's pretty. She'll have to do," he said, grabbing her bound hands and lifting her off the ground.

As he was about to lead Kaya away, a hand landed hard on his shoulder, and he turned around, his face smoldering.

"Give me the girl, Cook-Cook," said a calm, but assertive voice, and Kaya looked up to see who it belonged to. It was a young man, maybe in his late-twenties. He had a black mohawk, and his skin was tanned from the desert. His cheekbones were slightly sunken, and his eyes were dark brown, almost black. He wore a spiked armor over a bare chest, and Kaya could see numerous tattoos lining his arms, and snaking up his neck.

"Get lost, Vane," Cook-Cook responded agitated, and tightened his hold on her hands.

"Two thousand caps," Vane said, his voice smooth, but sharp.

Screaming could be heard behind the large group of Fiends, and everyone turned around to see who it had belonged to. A dirty blonde girl was being dragged in, gashes on her arms.

"We tried to keep her clean enough for ya," shrugged the young man dragging her.

"I won't forget this, Vane," Cook-Cook said venomously, and Vane dropped a leather pouch in his waiting hand. Cook-Cook grabbed the girl and dragged her off into the depths of Vault 3, her screaming echoing off the dirty metal walls.

Vane led Kaya by the arm away from Motor-Runner and the crowd of Fiends. Without a word, he led her deep into the vault, away from Fiends hiding in corners injecting themselves, away from screams, and away from the few random dead Fiends lying on beds, their eyes sunken and blank. Once they reached the end of a long hallway, he opened a door and locked it behind them. They were in a room, and Kaya guessed it was his. A bed stood to one side, along with a desk littered with papers and empty Nuka Cola bottles. A bookshelf was against the wall, one shelf lined with various books, and the others held weapons and grenades.

Kaya distanced herself from Vane, and braced herself against the metal wall. Vane could see fear in her eyes, and she was breathing in short gasps.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he told her, and Kaya looked at him in confusion.

Who was this man, and what did he want with her?