Disclaimer: I am not making any money from this and I do not own Pitch
Black or any of the characters, although I would be much happier if I owned
Vin Diesel . . . a girl can dream, can't she?
Summary: Riddick does some thinking about the past. Kind of Fry/Riddick, but still in the Pitch Black universe. Please R/R!
A/N: Just a little Fry/Riddick I cooked up in a few spare minutes. Enjoy and review!!!
1 I Could Have
I didn't love her.
I wanted her. I knew she had the potential to be like me. I'm not the cold- blooded killer everyone thinks I am, but I have killed to survive. I would do anything to survive. I knew as soon as I heard her confess to Johns that she would understand, even if she didn't like it.
I lusted after her. Her scent is still with me. If I try, I can still smell her on me. Even after all these years. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to make her scream, in pleasure or pain or both. She wanted it too, I could tell. I never got the chance, but I wanted her.
I followed her. Even in the blackness of the planet I followed her. When she confessed that she didn't know, I followed her. And when Johns told everyone what she had done, had been willing to do, I was still there. I would have followed her to my death, but instead I followed her to hers.
I longed for her. When Imam came and asked me to pray, when I told him I hated God. I longed for her to be the one. I wanted to tell her why I had done what I had done. But I didn't call her over because there were too many people around. Now I just wish I had.
I didn't love her. I never loved her. But I could have.
****Very short, but I think it gets my point across. What do you think? Please tell me. Pretty please??****
Summary: Riddick does some thinking about the past. Kind of Fry/Riddick, but still in the Pitch Black universe. Please R/R!
A/N: Just a little Fry/Riddick I cooked up in a few spare minutes. Enjoy and review!!!
1 I Could Have
I didn't love her.
I wanted her. I knew she had the potential to be like me. I'm not the cold- blooded killer everyone thinks I am, but I have killed to survive. I would do anything to survive. I knew as soon as I heard her confess to Johns that she would understand, even if she didn't like it.
I lusted after her. Her scent is still with me. If I try, I can still smell her on me. Even after all these years. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to make her scream, in pleasure or pain or both. She wanted it too, I could tell. I never got the chance, but I wanted her.
I followed her. Even in the blackness of the planet I followed her. When she confessed that she didn't know, I followed her. And when Johns told everyone what she had done, had been willing to do, I was still there. I would have followed her to my death, but instead I followed her to hers.
I longed for her. When Imam came and asked me to pray, when I told him I hated God. I longed for her to be the one. I wanted to tell her why I had done what I had done. But I didn't call her over because there were too many people around. Now I just wish I had.
I didn't love her. I never loved her. But I could have.
****Very short, but I think it gets my point across. What do you think? Please tell me. Pretty please??****
