Disclaimer : I do not own any of the characters, I have merely created a plot over existing stories.
In created this after I saw how perfect Faith and Riddick were for one another.
Chapter 1 - Two Evils
With the Necromungers defeated, a new kind of evil controlled the fate of the universe. This evil was different from that of it's predecessor. The necromungers were the kind of evil just for the sake of being so, but Riddick, the one now in control of the universe, did not hold malice in his heart, for those with only hatred can not feel love, and so Riddick did. Riddick loved another with his whole heart. The kind of evil Riddick was can only be described as self preservation, he killed only when his life was endanger and never for pleasure. Now with the universe in his hands, he returns to the destroyed surface of his homeland, Furia. It was once said to be a planet of warriors, but now it was a planet of burned homes, destroyed crops, and no people.. Riddick had no memories of his homeland, for it was destroyed when he was too young to remember and now he was the last survivor, but that was not why he sought to be alone. No, Riddick had come to mourn the death of his loved one, Kiera, killed by the former Lord Marshall of the Necromungers. It seemed only yesterday that Riddick had met Kiera, or Jack, as she called herself back then. Riddick was being transported on a ship with a few others, a holy man with two of his followers, a mercenary, a pilot, and Jack, to a prison when they landed on a god forsaken planet, one where night ruled, along with it's creatures. Riddick couldn't help but feel sorrow as he remembered how Jack had warmed to him within only a few moments of meeting.
Kiera had become a murderer in order to find Riddick, to be like him, and look where it got her. All of her strength and bravery couldn't save her life, instead it possessed her to save his, Riddick's. And what a waste, he thought to himself. He closed his eyes, and tried to forget the whole situation, and then Riddick began to dream. He dreamt of a woman, someone he knew he had seen before, but could not place it. She approached him, with a warm, loving smile. Her blue eyes like ice, and her hair as white as snow.
"Riddick." She slowly approached him and knelt down to him, placing a hand on his cheek. Her touch felt warm and caused Riddick's heart to swell. After a moment of looking into his eyes, his beautifully glazed over eyes, her smile faded. "I see the pain that dwells within your heart over the loss of Kiera."
"Who are you?" Riddick's deep, raspy voice called out to the strange, yet familiar woman who did nothing but keep her hand on his cheek. Her features were thin yet forceful. He could not help but look into her eyes, then onto her prominent cheekbones, all illuminated by her pale skin. He slowly raised his hand and touched hers.
"Do not dwell on the pain, for soon enough, it will be over." The woman took her hand from Riddick's cheek and gently caressed his smooth, bald, head, with a gentleness Riddick had never seen or felt. A sad smile swept across her beautiful features as she examined Riddick's face. "Try to be happy, my only. It is up to you to ensure our kind may be able to return from the brink of extinction." With that, the dream faded and Riddick fell into a deep, black sleep, his heart still felt warm by the touch of the woman.
"Come on, B! They're getting away!" Called out a young woman, of average height and build. Her brown hair blowing in the wind as she ran after two figures, far ahead of her, but losing ground. Behind her, by mere moments, was a small, slender blonde.
"Relax, Faith" Replied the small blonde, who eventually caught up to the brunette, at it seemed, at the right time. The brunette had caught up to the two figures and had knocked one of them on the ground. The blonde watched as Faith pummeled the men and, with the assumption she was needed, she began to step forward. At her first step, she came face to face with one of the men the brunette was fighting, if a man he was. He had an extremely bumpy forehead and fangs. Any one else would have been frightened by these beings, but not the blonde. She knew what they were. These were vampires, and she and Faith, vampire Slayers, again, the only ones.
"Buffy, don't worry, I got this." Faith grabbed the vampire that stood in front of Buffy and threw him back into his buddy. She stood tall, fists clenched and ready to fight. As she watched the vampires gain their composure and come after her, Faith smirked and swept both of them off their feet with a sweep kick. One rose quickly, but the other was stopped when Faith had took a stake from the back of her pants and pierced the vampire directly through the heart, which caused the vampire to explode into a pile of dust. Buffy stood back and crossed her arms, watching the scene unfold before her.
"You sure you got this?" She said to Faith with a inquisitive tone, sort of as if she did not believe Faith. At the end of her words, Faith had forcefully pushed her stake into the last of the vampires, and he turned to dust. "Guess you do." Buffy said placing a stake into her tan leather coat pocket. Faith approached her with a proud smirk.
"Yeah, well, they weren't as tough as they looked." Faith looked around excitedly, almost bounding with energy. "Want to do another sweep? I bet there are a few other vamps in need of a good slay." Her voice danced at the idea of finding more vampires lurking around in the cemetery, but Buffy rolled her eyes and sighed heavily from exhaustion, which caused Faith to groan. "Come on, B. One more patrol." Buffy shook her head forcefully.
"I have to get back to Dawn, make sure she's okay." Buffy dropped her hands to her side and began to walk away from Faith, who placed her hands on her hips. "Besides, looks like your okay to do it all by yourself.. And I'm not really doing anything except for adding ambiance to your whole macho slayer gig." Buffy was almost out of ear shot and Faith chuckled.
"Don't want to get your outfit all dirty, am I right?" Faith slowly walked toward Buffy, who had stopped and looked back at Faith, with a stern expression. "Who wears that kind of outfit patrolling? You look like you're going on a hot date, not on patrol." Faith stopped a few feet in front of Buffy and crossed her arms over her chest as she examined the other's clothes. Buffy looked down, she wore black dress pants with matching black boots, an off beige shirt with her tan leather jacket.
"What's wrong with this? I can still fight in it if I have to." Buffy continued to look down at her outfit until her cell phone began to play the song Good Bye To You from Michelle Branch. "Oh, it's Willow." She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a cell phone, which she flipped open quickly. "What's up, Wil?" Buffy paced back and forth as she waited an answer, and mid step, a quiet voice came from the other end.
"I'm having a little trouble here." Willow's gentle voice came out a little irritated as she spoke and she sighed angrily. "Looks like when two extremely powerful mystical beings try to hind themselves, they do a pretty good job of it." Buffy sighed heavily and looked to the sky. Willow began again. "I'm trying all I can to contact at least Sacer Unnus, but, Buffy, this is like the needle in a huge hay stack." Buffy could hear Willow as she typed on a computer. Buffy looked to Faith and shrugged.
"Listen, Wil, we need to find them. We need to know what these Creators or whatever they're called, are and why would they undo your spell of making all the potentials slayers." Buffy paused and sighed heavily again. Faith only looked at Buffy in a bored manner, then around the cemetery. "Try another summoning spell." Willow was the one to sigh now.
"I'll try it, Buffy. I can't guarantee it'll work. I'm not even sure where or what they are. I could end up summoning something completely different" Buffy looked confused.
"What do you mean?" Buffy's green eyes looked around the area when she had seen Faith's eyes doing the same. Buffy half expected to see a vampire approaching, but when he did not, she turned her full attention back to Willow's voice.
"What I mean is I don't know what dimension they are in. They could be in a whole other time period, for all I know. That and I could end up summoning Louis IVX, right before his beheading." Willow's voice said this as if it were partially a joke, but at the same time, as if she were really serious. Buffy understood the risks, but she needed to know what was happening, and she needed to know now. She wasn't sure if Giles had given her all the information she needed. Weird things had been happening ever since Sunnydale had been rebuilt over it's former chasm, which Buffy had done when she fought the First in the Hellmouth. The potentials' powers had all but gone away and they become just girls waiting again. Giles had called from England and told Buffy that the Wicca coven believed beings called Creators had done this, but none of them knew what they were exactly. So, of course, Buffy had to assume they was evil. Now, she needed to confront it and find out why it had done all of this.
"Wil, try summoning it again. Just call out for anything at this point." Willow cleared her throat, followed by more clicking on her computer. Buffy waited for her reply anxiously.
"Well, what I could do is call out for a spirits that are both good and evil that coexist to rule the universe's balance. I can't imagine there be many of those." Willow laughed nervously as Buffy rolled her eyes. "But, one problem..." Willow paused with another click of her computer. "I'm not sure where it'll end up." Buffy raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean, where it'll end up?" Buffy's pink lips pursed together as she tried to fight off her growing aggravation that no one could solve this problem. She looked around her, she was again in Sunnydale, the newer Sunnydale, built for real estate value, and assumed to have been destroyed in a earth quake. I wish, she thought to herself. Everything was as it had been before, the town had been completely rebuilt as it was, by request of people who had fled the city, and returned to find it all gone. Well, almost, the Hellmouth was closed, demons only came back here for sentimental purposes. Buffy closed her eyes and listened to Wil.
"It could end up in the house, or in the desert. I'm not sure. Basically, it's the best guess scenario. The spell says the one summoned will go to where it is most needed, which I guess means, it'll come to you, since you're the one that needs it." Buffy nodded and motioned her head to the exit at Faith. Faith shrugged.
"Okay, Wil. We'll be there soon." Buffy flipped her phone shut and stuffed it back into the pocket of her leather jacket. She then turned her eyes toward Faith. "You coming?" Faith peered around the cemetery for a moment, and something inside her told her to stay.
"I'm going to stick around. The night's still young. There's got to be some vamps around here." Faith looked around intently and smirked as she thought she saw something in the background. She went to move but Buffy grabbed her arm, her eyes were almost concerned as she spoke to Faith.
"Listen, you've been doing this a lot." Buffy's green eyes looked into Faith's deep brown eyes carefully, as she let go of her arm gently. Faith sighed and threw her hands across her chest.
"Doing what, exactly?" Faith turned on her heel away from Buffy, she couldn't understand why, but she got a little angry at Buffy. Not angry enough to kill her, thank God, just angry. It seemed as though Buffy was accusing her of something already. Faith walked into the cemetery, followed by Buffy.
"Patrolling, slaying. You've been doing it every night from sun set to sun rise. What's going on?" Buffy stopped following Faith just as she had stopped walking. Faith sigh heavily as she thought about what Buffy had said. It was true, Faith couldn't stop patrolling, she needed to feel as if she was doing something good, or all the bad things she had done in her past weren't being repented. Instead, they were just staring her in the face, tempting her. Faith felt like if she went out all night long to kill the evil nasties of the new found Sunnydale, she would gain enough good karma to knock off all the bad, but how could she explain this to Buffy, little miss goody two shoes? She couldn't. Faith turned on her heel and shrugged, her glossy lips pursed together.
"Just feeling a little restless, you know? Been awhile since we had some big bad around, don't worry about me, B, if you want to go home, go for it. I'm just going to look around, one more time." Buffy folded her arms over her chest in disbelief of Faith, but Faith threw her hands up in a surrender. "Honestly." Buffy nodded, satisfied.
"All right. Just try and remember, when the sun comes up, the vampires go away, which means you can come back to the house." The house, though it wasn't Buffy's old house, it looked just like it in so many ways. Buffy had Xander's construction team work on it, after Xander mentioned he missed the old house when he heard they were moving back to Sunnydale. Buffy sighed and watched as Faith backed away slowly, her thumbs tucked around her belt looks. Faith would do what she promised, Buffy knew, or she hoped. Buffy didn't have all night to be worrying about what Faith was or wasn't going to do, she had to solve the problem of the fact that there were no more potentials because some higher begin, the Creatures of the Slayers, took away what Willow had done.
Riddick lay completely still as he slept, any other would have thought he had died. He kept trying to recapture the picture of the Furian woman he had seen until she appeared before him with a warm smile. He looked at her intently.
"Who are you?" His voice, thought very low, was extremely demanding, to any other this would have scared them and he'd have his information, but this woman didn't see to care. She shook her head.
"Your pain will be over soon," For a moment, Riddick saw a flash of Kiera cross the woman's face, he looked around excitedly, but found nothing. He turned back to the woman. "As long as you remember who you are. Who you really are." The woman placed a hand on his forehead and gently stroked down to his chin, were she kept her hand. "You gave up all your humanity for your people, the only one that kept you human. Now, you will be given something new." She kissed his bald forehead and disappeared. Riddick began to feel a small tugging at his stomach.
"Hey,
Will, any luck summoning the Creators down yet?" Buffy held a small
black cell phone to her ear tightly as she stood in the grave yard,
standing over a disturbed grave, dust on her boots.
"Hey,
Buffy. Um, not really. I mean..well. I'm trying," Willow's
small nervous voice came from the end of the receiver. Buffy looked a
bit confused at this news and began to pace around a the grave where
she had just staked a vampire.
"Wait, what's not working? Something wrong with the magic?" Buffy sounded nervous. She loved her friend. Her and Willow had been best friends since the tenth grade, along with Xander, but he wasn't up for any Scooby assignments right now, the house building was his last job. Anya, an ex veganance demon, and his ex fiancé, had died in the battle at Sunnydale. Since then, Xander lived in England with Giles, and the new Watcher's Council. He didn't want to do anything at the moment, and everyone respected that. Especially Buffy, who had lost Spike, at the same battle.Spike. Buffy fought back the tears, she needed the Creatures as soon as possible.This wasn't time for her to think about her loss. Though it killed her to lose him, she had to concentrate at the task at hand. Willow began to speak.
"No,
Buff. The spells working fine, it's just--"she paused, as if
afraid to finish. She breathed in deep. "Well, when two ultimate
beings use a spell to hide themselves, they really do it. I've
tried every locator spell and summoning spell I've got to find
these two, but–" Willow sighed. She hated not being able to
help. "Buffy, why would they take the power of all the potentials?
I mean, it was a good thing, less work for them...right?" Willow
waited for an answer.
And to be quite honest, Buffy didn't have
one. She knew the laws of the Creatures better
than any mortal
could, but even then, some things they did confused her. She
sighed
and shrugged.
"I don't know. It doesn't seem to make sense. Maybe One was angry that we ruined the balance, and the other hates it when there are too many good guys, so..." Buffy stopped and didn't know what else to say. "Will...try the summoning spell one last time."
"Yeah,
okay. I'll call you back when I'm done." Willow didn't wait
for an answer from Buffy, she hung up and turned around quickly.
Willow was at the new, rebuilt Summer's house with her current
girlfriend, Kennedy. It was weird being back with best friend, in the
same town where all there crazy things had happened years ago, but at
the same time, it was comforting. Althought being back in Sunnydale
had painful reminders for Willow, she had to be there. What hurt the
most, was losing Tara's,love of her life, grave. When Willow was a
freshmen in college, she met a girl name Tara. Tara was sweet and
shy, and really kind to Willow. Not too soon, their friendship grew
into love, a love deeper than either of them expected. It wasn't
perfect, but Willow, after Tara had broken them off because Willow
was using too much magic, decided there were more important things in
life, and the two hooked back up. Only to be again separated, but
this time, by something way more powerful. Death. Willow couldn't
handle the pain that it caused. She went all out crazy uber evil
witch. Wanting to seek vengeance on the man responsible for Tara's
death. Warren. The name still made her stomach cringe. But now
wasn't the time for Willow to think about her past pains. There
was work needed to be done. So Willow sat herself down in the middle
of a large circle of what seemed to be multi-colored sands and began
chanting in Latin.
The
suns of Furya fell. The dead world fell into darkness, and Riddick
continued to sleep. It was nice to sleep with no reminders of what he
had lost. Riddick kept his posture against the rock he had leaned
against. He had not moved once. But then, as the suns fell, he began
to dream again. This one was odd for him. Now, instead of the Furian
woman he knew so well, but not at all, there was light. And...Kiera.
He dreamed of Kiera walking towards him. With,
what seemed to
him, a smile. He reached out to touch her, to be greeted by her hand.
He smiled, slightly and looked into Kiera's eyes. She was exactly
as he had last seen her, before she became a Necromunger. He looked
at her curly, unkept, hair and smiled.
"Kiera..." he said in a low voice. Almost inaudible as he reached out and touched her hair. She smiled at him and touched his hand with her own.
"Riddick." She smirked at him playfully. "What kind of killer are you, sitting around moping about something you had no control over?" She tilted her head and looked at him questionably. "It was my fault, Riddick. I decided to get on that ship. I thought I lost you, and I didn't want to die either." She waited for him to answer. Riddick looked at Kiera angrily.
"This is my fault, Kiera. No matter how you slice it." Kiera said nothing, but shook her head. She sighed and Riddick waited for her next comment.
"There's no use arguing with you. I'm only here to say good bye." Riddick looked confused at her.
"Good-bye?" Kiera looked away."Where you're going, I can't see you, not even in your dreams." Kiera turned her face away from Riddick. She couldn't let him see her hurt. But she looked back at him, knowing that these were truly their last moments, and not wanting to waste them. "I can't tell you what's going to happen. But I wanted to say good-bye." Kiera smiled as she placed her hand on his cheek. "Thanks, Riddick. For everything. You're like a brother to me..."She smiled as a tear fell from her eyes, and Riddick tried to keep a strong face.
"Are you with me, Kiera?" As he said these words, he felt himself being thrown from his dream. Jerked awake. As he opened his eyes, he could see his surroundings melting away, he was being pulled, but couldn't figure out was going on, until he hit a hard floor. Most likely wood. He couldn't move for a minute. Riddick lay unconscious.
Willow finished her spell, but instead of seeing the Creatures of the Slayer line standing in front of her, she saw a man laying unconscious. This man was Riddick, but Willow didn't know that. Willow jumped back as she seen the man, looking at her girlfriend, Kennedy, confused.
"Who's that?" Kennedy asked confused.
"I have no idea. But I didn't summon him..." Willow backed away slowly from the man in the circle, the spell was still working it's mojo, sending the man, Riddick, to Buffy. Willow didn't realize this at first, but kept her eyes on the mysterious man. He looked dirty. Wearing a tight black beater, black pants. He was bald, and wore odd sunglasses. Willow kept her distance from him, as the spell finished and he disappeared. Willow began to freak out, as she ran for her phone and dialed Buffy's number.
