Title: Worth the Wait (Part Two)
Authors: Serpent in the Shadows & AbeoUmbra (Abby Ebon)
Rating: M/R
Pairing: Riddick/Harry/? (Threesome)
Warnings: Slash, blood, Were/Vamp Hybrid Harry, Vamp!Kyra
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter, Chronicles of Riddick or Chronicles of Riddick: Escape from Butcher Bay
Summary: Centuries old Harry Potter is has made some sort of life for himself in the Pit of Crematoria with his makeshift Pack. That is, until a man named Riddick looks him in the eyes.

AN (Serpent in the Shadows): We're back! Many things have happened in the two months I've been gone but if you had looked in my profile you'd know the reason. Many thanks to those who had patience to wait while I grieved with my family. And thanks ever so much for the reviews! Love you all!

Now, on to part 2!

AN (Abby Ebon/AbeoUmbra): DO NOT READ THIS UNLESS YOU HAVE READ "Worth the Wait", by Serpent in the Shadows!

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Part 2: Chapter 1 (22/23)

Riddick wasn't exactly sure what happened - only that he had an unconscious hybrid in his arms. Harry's skin was even paler than before, breathing more shallow, and there was a sudden 'empty' feeling in his own body that left Riddick feeling slightly sick.

He hadn't noticed it before, but he guessed there was too much going on at the time for him to really pay attention to anything else weird happening. There was a connection there that he had never really paid attention too until now since it was silent at the moment.

He gently lowered both of them to the ground, taking a small moment to relish the feeling of grass beneath him. Having spent time in the frozen cold, then the cold metal of a ship, the desert-like land of Helion, another ship and then the sweltering heat of the Pit, left him feeling appreciative of some of the simpler things.

Kyra stood frozen just a few feet away, but he didn't pay her any attention other than to make sure that she was ok. This newly turn vampire business was tricky and without Harry awake to make sure she was fine, all he had to go on was how she looked. Her skin was slightly paler and her eyes were wide but she looked more frightened than anything so that meant that she wasn't his concern at the moment.

Turning his eyes back to the body in his lap - glad they had landed in the shade and the sky was cloudy - Riddick knew instinctively that he would have to give some of his blood to his mate in order for him to heal faster. Other than that, though, he wasn't really sure what needed to be done.

Harry was settled against Riddick's lap and chest - and he fit well against him – Riddick took the shiv from his boot with one swift movement he cut into his wrist so that blood swelled to the surface, letting it spill over. He heard Kyra's indrawn breath and dared not look up at her as he put his blood to Harry's pale lips. Instinctively, soft lips parted and the bloody wound was lapped at with a slick tongue that gently and swiftly cleaned the skin of blood, and sucked for more.

The sensation of lips and tongue on and in the open wound stung, but Riddick felt heat pool in his groin at the soft whimpers Harry gave.

He ignored this though and concentrated on watching as deathly pale skin began to take on a healthy flush, and pulled his wrist back. He never took his eyes off of those lips that were decorated with his blood, even when Kyra dropped to the ground beside him and took his wrist, wrapping her hand around it to stifle the blood flow.

"Are you hungry?" he asked in hushed tones, as if his voice would wake Harry.

"Yes, but its not that bad. I can wait a couple more hours."

Riddick nodded his head and finally lifted his eyes to take in the surrounding area. It was a lush forest littered with patches of grass where ever the sun was lucky enough to break through the canopy. In the distance he could hear the faint soothing sound of rushing water and the sounds of animals.

"I need to scout around and find something to eat." The Furyan murmured as he gently laid Harry down. "You are to stay here with him."

Shivering, the cubs waddled out from behind Kyra, looking forlorn as they shuffled to Harry – one scratched at his hand, whining for attention. For reassurance the other licked his skin, snarling at its sibling when it whined. They curled against his side, and for the first time, looking down at him, Riddick realized how vulnerable Harry looked.

Kyra only nodded, settling down beside Harry and the cubs, watching as Riddick left, blending into the shadows of the trees.

He had only been in the woods for about fifteen minutes when he finally spotted some odd looking tracks imbedded in the slightly wet dirt. He paused, kneeling down, to get a better look at them. He wasn't sure exactly what type of animal it was, but it vaguely resembled the three toed Hert that he had once seen on some planet while being chased by Mercs. If this was anything like that animal, then he would have to be careful of its five foot span of racked horns.

Deadly animals, but they were good for eating.

With that in mind, Riddick crept on - always keeping in the shadows - as he followed the tracks. He knew they were old - maybe a couple of hours or so - but at the moment, it was the only thing he had to go on. This was foreign soil and everything native here was an unknown - which made things highly dangerous and really interesting.

Another thirty minutes in and the hairs on Riddick's neck suddenly stood up, and something in him screamed at him to 'duck'. Following the flow of his instincts, Riddick fell to the ground, just as a bright red beam of light sailed over head before it crashed into a tree about twenty yards in front of him.

Lying there, Riddick cautiously looked around, but didn't notice anyone or anything that could have produced a laser-looking light. Quickly, he stood up and faced the direction it had come from.

With his shiv in front of him - ready to face any danger - Riddick silently stalked through the underbrush and trees, making his way to the area of the woods that was lighter than the rest. Just as he reached the tree line, there was a loud shout followed by the ground shaking beneath his feet. Using a large tree trunk as cover, the Furyan peered around it, his shoulder scraping the rough gray bark.

His silver eyes narrowed as he watched two men - one blond, the other with red hair - dressed in strange clothes that reminded him of what Isam used to were stand in a large area that looked like it had seen better days. There was an odd black tower just off to the left and Riddick could only raise an eyebrow at the imposing structure.

The ground was littered with scorch marks, trees that lined the edge had chunks missing - some where even uprooted - and the air was thick with what felt like static electricity.

Magic. Riddick realized – it made sense, this was Harry's world after all. Riddick shifted to be better comfortable – there was a foreboding black tower not far from where the two fought. The red haired one seemed to be forcing the other back, against the tower.

Riddick narrowed his eyes, in the shadow of the trees his eyes were protected, but the light would sting if he moved closer, and he had no goggles. He knew that the vague magic that Harry mentioned his people possibly having was no where near what was going off around him so he settled in to watch as they waved their rods...sticks...whatever around.

Sometimes there were words in a language he didn't understand, and other times they only used gestures, but whichever way, the effects were quick. This magic was strange though. He knew Harry's magic as the feel of it appealed to him - not like the static-like feel he was getting now. His mate's was also more subtle, as if it was tightly leashed.

These men, he thought as he watched ans studied their progress, have magic that's less refined. Riddick only had instinct, but even he could tell that their weakness was in the words and rods they used. It took seconds to get it out, but that could still be precious time wasted in a fight. That was another difference between them and Harry - Harry's magic just reacted to his thoughts.

Riddick shifted, frowning as he noticed something else; these two weren't fighters. Clearly, they were powerful, but had no physical skills. Riddick had no doubt that if they were startled they would react by magic, not even if a physical attack was better suited at the time. He could use this to his advantage, he was sure and tucked that piece of information away for later use.

Riddick had to quickly duck back behind the tree when a suddenly loud band was heard followed by a shower of rocks and dirt that fell through the the cloud of dust began to settle, he peaked back around the trunk just in time to see the blond haired man get hit with a red beam of light followed by thick coils of rope that bound his body.

For a few seconds the man just stood there, gazing at his fallen enemy, before he shook his head, his shoulders slumping, and walked over to the bound man and laid a hand on him. With a 'pop' of displaced air, they both disappeared

He stood slowly and looked up to the sky, surprised that it was beginning to turn into evening. The cloud cover was the same, though it didn't look like it was going to rain. Riddick cursed himself for his carelessness and allowing something like this to distract him.

Taking off at a run, he left the area of the dark tower behind him

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Kyra was surprised to be able to hear Riddick coming through the woods a couple of minutes before he actually got there. Before, she had a hard time hearing him step even when he was right beside her. The Furyan was a natural hunter and his very movements were a reflection of that. But now, she couldn't help but be amazed that those normally silent footsteps seemed to echo throughout the area.

The cubs picked up on their incoming Alpha from their position lying beside Harry. Lifting their heads and sniffing the air, their little tails wagging in greeting as the silver-eyed male entered the clearing.

She watched him as he totally ignored her and crouched down beside her sire, staring at the hybrid with a frown on his face. Taking her eyes off of him, she looked around, vaguely realizing that she was also sniffing the air, noticing that nothing smelled of blood or animal.

"I thought you went hunting."

Riddick growled, "I did, but ran into something else that grabbed my attention."

Well, this was interesting. Riddick was rarely detoured from whatever plans he had made. The Furyan's thrill of the hunt was much like an animal in its single-mindedness. "And that would be...?"

"Two human-looking males fighting with what looked like small rods. The air around them felt thick and I think it was magic, but it didn't look like anything Harry uses. Their's had color and you could practically see where it was going and where it had come from."

Thinking back to the few times she had seen Harry preform what he called magic, Kyra couldn't recall any time that colors had been involved. "Well, it at least it makes it easy to track and therefore avoid." Riddick grunted, but if it was in agreement or not, she couldn't tell.

Nothing was spoken after that, each lost in their own thoughts while every once in a while, they would steal glances at each other and the one that had brought them here who was still out for the count.

As they sat there, Kyra took notice that the clouds had slowly disappeared and night started to fall. As she looked up at the patches that were visible, she couldn't help but notice just how many stars were littering the blackness. Sitting here in the woods, even though they were in an unknown place and an unknown time, Kyra both felt and saw the beauty of this land.

The peacefulness of it made her realize how tired she was and she soon found herself leaning back against one of the trees with her legs drawn up to her chest so she could rest her head on her knees. She could just feel herself beginning to drift off when she heard a low groan coming from beside her.

Snapping her eyes open, she first looked to Riddick but he was looking down while trying to push the pups away from Harry. Another groan had her looking down at her sire's body only to frown at how tense it looked. Getting up on her knees, she slowly crawled over to Harry when the man growled and his back arched.

Golden eyes flew open and there was a scream that sounded like pure pain coming from him that had Kyra shivering. As she watched with wide eyes, Harry's limbs began to twist and stretch, black fur replacing skin and his face elongated into a muzzle. The human scream turned into an eerie call of an animal and Kyra's eyes flew to Riddick who was looking at the night sky.

Following his gaze, she found herself looking at a bright full moon just barely noticeable over the canopy of the trees. She stared, her mind not quite being able to catch up with the events, but Riddick seemed to sum it up very well with one word.

"Shit."

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Riddick stumbled backwards as Harry-the-werewolf picked himself up off the ground, bracing his massive weight on four slightly unsteady legs. He could remember the small bit of information Harry had given him about the effects of a full moon - how it made them much more animalistic and feral, and how this was the only time their bite was infectious.

And while he didn't think it could infect Kyra - she was already dead basically - he knew that the real danger to her was that if this wolf didn't recognize her, she wouldn't be able to deal with an attack. As fond as he was of her, he had no delusions that she'd be able to stand up against an enraged animal that was one of the most perfect killing machines he had ever seen.

Despite its size - shoulders coming up to Riddick's hip - it moved with a fluid grace that rivaled anything he could compare it to. A pitch black coat made it easy for the predator to blend into the night, allowing it to easily slip around its prey and pounce before it ever even knew it was there. And on top of that was the centuries of experience that was packed in that mind.

Kyra was nothing but a weak babe compared to Harry.

He stepped in front of her just as Harry - or should that be Fang? - raised his head, bright golden eyes locking onto his own. Black furred ears were pricked forward and his tail was up and arched slightly over his back, indicating his status.

Riddick tensed as Fang stepped forward, sniffing the air, then lowered his head just a tiny bit along with his tail. It was such a small movement that if he hadn't been so focused on reading the body language of this potential threat, he might have missed it. There was a soft whine and golden eyes watched him as Riddick took a chance and raised his hand, holding it out in front of him.

The wolf stepped forward again, stretching out its neck, placing the wet nose into his palm and inhaling deeply. Everything in that moment stilled - no longer could he hear Kyra's shaky movements or the night birds' calls - as his whole body was set on fight or flight mode, ready to do either if this creature made any sudden moves.

Then suddenly, the wet nose was replaced with a wet tongue as it licked his fingers and buried its muzzle into his palm. He curled his hand allowing Fang to root those deadly jaws into the sensitive skin. Riddick's shoulders relaxed as he brought his other hand up to card through the thick, course fur of Fang's neck.

They stayed like this for several minutes, enjoying the sensations until twin yips jerked them into awareness. Fang growled, looking off to the side to where Riddick could see the two cubs sitting just a few yards away. Tail and ears rose again as Fang left his mate and stalked towards the two young ones. Luckily, they understood the meaning and immediately dropped to their bellies before rolling over to expose their vulnerable underside.

Fang lowered his head, still growling and inhaled their scents as they went completely still, but soon, he was satisfied with their show of submissiveness and forgot all about them as he turned back to the Furyan, who cursed when he noticed those golden eyes settle on the girl behind him.

"Riddick?" Kyra's voice was faint, breathless with almost-panic. Riddick's mind raced – he knew vampires and werewolves infected the same way – through a bite. While it might not be the best idea, showing Harry –no, Fang – the bite, and his own scent that still lingered and hadn't changed just because of becoming wholly a werewolf.

"Kyra, kneel." Riddick hissed back, and Fang raised head and tail, nostrils flared as he took in Krya's scent. Riddick had a frantic moment to wonder what the undead smelled like to a werewolf – to wonder if the vampire within could smooth over the wolf's ideals of what was and was not pack. This wasn't natural, he knew it then, the way Fang's eyes brightened with rage for a moment.

But then it was too late, Fang was just inches from her kneeling form, his lips curled showing impressive white canines. Kyra kept her eyes on the ground, knowing enough that she shouldn't make eye contact with an Alpha. Even now she trusted Riddick to get her out of this, and it was a trust that Riddick wondered if he was worthy of as Fang's growls became louder.

"Let him see your bite, Kyra." The vampire's mark was on the vulnerable flesh of her neck. He hoped he was right in his assessment of the situation - she could easily die - but something deep down told him that this was the right thing to do. He had always trusted his instincts and he couldn't afford to doubt them now.

Kyra's body was completely tensed up and Riddick was sure that if she had a heartbeat it would be pounding even loud enough for him to hear. He placed a hand on her shoulder - whether to keep her there or give her a bit of comfort he didn't know - but any ease if could have given was washed away by the low growl that haunted the clearing.

Riddick looked into those completely feral gold eyes. "Your neck, Kyra, show him your neck right now or by god I'll snap it!" He wasn't going to die defending her, that just wasn't his style.

Kyra obeyed him, though her tenseness showed she was still reluctant. Fang's teeth glistened with saliva as he came closer, his nostrils flaring as neared the exposed skin. He buried his muzzle into the side of her neck, inhaling and catching his own scent marking her as his.

A shiver ran down along the wolf's spine and then his whole posture relaxed - turning from snarling defender to a warm protector knowing that he was among his own pack. Hesitatingly, as if Fang senses and understood her distress, he licked Kyra's neck reassuringly, offering his own type of apology.

Kyra nearly sobbed with relief. Riddick's fingers, which had been gripping the juncture of her neck and shoulders, fell away now that he knew the danger had passed.

While they tried to collect themselves, Fang's mind seemed to turn to other things, his animal ways not allowing him to dwell on human emotions. Loping off, Fang began to circle the area, his nose taking in all the scents and every so often he lifted his leg, making this clearing as his.

Riddick watched this all impassively, while Kyra tried to pull herself together from her 'brush with death'. The cubs seemed to be the only ones that was taking this all in stride for they were quietly playing tug-o-war with a stick they had dug up somewhere.

All of a sudden, Fang tensed up, Riddick knew then that he had spotted something crossing "his" territory in the woods – for a moment Riddick wondered if it was the two old men he had spotted, or someone else stupid enough to go walking in the woods on the full moon. But, no, Fang's tail wagged once – which, Riddick knew, wouldn't have happened if Fang had spotted what he considered a threat. Riddick and Kyra felt they were very aware of Fang's reaction to an unexpected possible threat.

As if they sensed her edgy relation – Riddick thought it was good that Kyra was already on the ground, she might have fallen over if she had been standing – the cubs went to her side, one struggling to drag the stick along.

Riddick patted her on the shoulder, smirking with amusement, and glad he wasn't 'mother', and went to Fang's side, keeling beside the waist-high werewolf – he took a moment to realize that kneeling he and Fang were the same height - before searching the overgrown foliage and shrubs for what Fang saw.

Fang tensed, his body quivering just slightly in what Riddick guessed was anticipation before he took off, bounding through the trees. Riddick cursed and called out to Kyra to stay put as he followed, breaking out in a full run in order to catch up to the black wolf. The Furyan was suddenly glad once again for his eyes and the way they clearly showed everything around him, allowing him to avoid fallen logs and low brush.

He finally caught up with Fang when the werewolf stopped and lowered his head to sniff at the ground. It was then that Riddick spotted some tracks - noticing they looked the same as the ones that he had been following earlier in the day - and guessed that Fang was out for a hunt.

Smirking, he looked at his mate to find that the beast was studying him also. A long pink tongue was rolling out of his mouth as he panted and then the wolf was gone once again, following the animal's trail.

Riddick's blood pounded through his veins as the thrill of the hunt took over. Knowing that this was one time that he didn't have to worry about his life being on the line but another's - something that was entirely prey.

For a few more yards, they ran together but then some unknown signal passed between them and they split ways, knowing the best way to corner their target was to get it between them, lessening its chance for escape.

Riddick saw it in the clearing, grazing beside a slow moving river. It was a large creature with a rack of antlers as wide as Riddick's arms - if he were to hold them out. A quick flash of a moving shadow and the accompanying heat signature alerted him to Fang's position at the animal's right side, just out of sight in the dense foliage.

Checking his shivs and pulling one out of his boot, he held it at the ready. They waited for the right moment, neither knowing exactly when that would be, but they weren't worried, the animal was vulnerable since it was feeding. Luckily, it hadn't caught their scent yet.

The tip of Fang's black tail moving closer was the only thing one could see as it edged past the brush line. Then without warning, Fang pushed off, looking like a black blur as he rushed the animal, startling it. The great head of the stag jerked up, just in perfect time for Fang to sink his teeth into the thick neck. Fresh blood ran from the puncture marks and ran into his mouth. For a moment, Riddick saw Kyra's image superimposed over the struggling creature but it quickly pushed the sickening sight away and rushed forward to ensure the kill.

In a movement to fast for most to see, Riddick sliced along the thin skin of their prey's underbelly, disemboweling he moved out of the way as the mortally wounded creature collapsed to the ground, dragging Fang - who was still attached to its neck - with it.

The wolf held on til he was sure that their wasn't any life left in it, before removing its teeth and stood up. Licking his jaws, cleaning off some of the blood, Fang spared Riddick a small glance before walking around to the side of the sliced belly and began to take part in his share of the kill.

Riddick allowed the wolf his right before turning away to go fetch Kyra and the cubs. When he spotted Kyra, she was tensed and staring at his arm in a slightly feverish way, and he knew that she had smelt the spilt blood and was hungry. He motioned for them to follow him and led them back to the kill. The cubs ran ahead once they had caught the scent and came upon Fang laying beside the kill, guarding the remains.

"I'm not drinking that thing's blood," Kyra declared with her nose scrunched up a bit. Fang just stared and Riddick had to wonder just how much blood was left, but it would have to do for the moment so he just smirked at the girl. Kyra sighed and shuffled forward, kneeling down before leaning into its neck.

"If I get sick because of this, you won't hear the end of it, sire." Kyra snarled before instincts took over her reluctance and began to feed. The cubs were ravenous and they quickly took their fill, small fights breaking out between them over certain selections of meat or entrails.

Riddick decided to wait til the others had finished, eying the thigh meat that had been so far left alone. Fang had taken most of the organs and the cubs were happily munching on the rest but when they neared his choice of meat, he growled out a warning which sent the cubs whimpering back to the chest cavity.

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"Why did you keep those things?"

Riddick glanced up from his hands and paused in his examination of the horns that he had taken from the skull of the slain animal that Fang and him had killed just few hours ago. The fire crackled, sending a few hot embers into the air, and the cubs followed their ascent with avid interest until they cooled and couldn't be seen anymore.

They had come back to the clearing after everyone else had eaten and Riddick had taken his portion. Being the only one even remotely human in their little pack meant that he didn't want to eat the meat raw - although he could and had, it just wasn't a preferred taste of his. So he had set about making a fire with Kyra played with the cubs, keeping them out of trouble and Fang had settled beside him, laying his head on his paws, ears always up and alert, listening for any trouble that could come their way.

For once in his life, Riddick felt calm and peaceful, allowing himself to be relaxed in an unknown place. Knowing that Fang was there and always vigilant, caused Riddick to concentrate on other things...like the antlers Kyra was currently asking about.

"Make good weapons with a bit of work, don't you think?" he answered, smirking as she rolled her eyes at him. Really, she should have known it was a stupid question. "Any stomach problems?" Riddick laughed as she scowled, she had been so worried that animal blood would have disagreed with her, but it seemed that wasn't the case.

The scowl turned into a yawn and the girl excused herself to go lean against a tree. The pups scrambled to follow, nuzzling their way under her hands, giving happy yips as her fingers idly scratched at their scales.

A paw on his leg brought his attention back to the wolf beside him, quirking his lips at the lazy beast that now lay on its side, a lone front paw draped over his thigh as if he was trying to hold him in place. Placing the antlers down on the ground, Riddick began to run his fingers through the fur, finding a weird comfort in the feel of fur covered hardened muscle.

Sleepy golden eyes watched him closely before a great sigh escaped through the wolf's jaws and those eyes closed. And even though the wolf looked like he was asleep, Riddick knew that at the first sign of trouble - and probably before anyone else even realized what was going on - the werewolf would be up and ready to defend at a moment's notice.

It was nice...not having to worry.

AN (Abby Ebon/AbeoUmbra):

Those last words in this chapter of the story are, to me, sort of ironic. I never thought to do this, to write this story, on my own. I don't want to. I want less to continue it with some stranger; I won't even if it would be easier. A part of me is screaming, how can I do this? and sobbing, shaking, still waiting, still clinging to the little hope of her responding. It hurts.

I have waited a year, well, more then a year; it our story, our baby, it was last updated 08-21-08, all my attempts to contact her recently have been unanswered, I've tried. So, what choice do I have? I can wait another year, forget even more, dread doing this, alone, even more.

Another little part of me is wanting, waiting, for her to answer me in a review or email, you know? For her to tell me I shouldn't do this without her really acknowledging the fact, without her say so. I told her so from the start, encouraged her post the story on her profile, that she should have it and its reviews, by the end there were 453 for just 23 chapters. Writing, for me, has always been personal. It's why I do it alone so often, I don't share well. I talked to her everyday for a year, we wrote this story wholly in an IM conversation over MSN Messenger. I moved across the county while we were writing this together.

I wrote "In A Name", "Song of the Caged Blackbird", and "Faster Then Flying" for her, she was a big part of writing "Dehctiws" toward it's 'end'. There is a reason most of those stories are not complete yet. I want, more then anything, for this story to be complete, to see it to its end. This isn't my way of saying goodbye, I hope and prey it isn't. It's more like a nudge, a "still there/are you watching me"? sort of thing.

Further, know this, if Serpent in the Shadows at any point, tells me that she doesn't want me to do this, it does not matter how far along I am – how many reviews it gets, even if it is finished. I'll tear it down and bury it and happily go back to writing it with her; letting her continue it on her profile.

What else should you know? We got mid-way into chapter twenty-seven before we stopped writing. I have notes on what she and I wanted to do with this story till the very end; it'll be her ending, either way. This is Part 2, Chapters 22 and 23, the last ones that she posted in "Worth the Wait". Part Two would not make sense without them.