Title: Worth the Wait
Authors: Serpent in the Shadows & AbeoUmbra
Rating: M/R
Pairing: Riddick/Harry
Warnings: Slash, blood, Were/Vamp Hybrid Harry
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter or the Chronicles of Riddick
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.

Chapter 2

Riddick watched the great black wolf approach, silent, graceful, and so deadly it hurt to see it in the miserable company of Crematoria. He had seen the other hell hounds, their silver eyes – like he himself had - and the spiked lizard-like scales running over their bodies. And while they were impressive, it was the giant wolf that stood on all fours, reaching Riddick's hip easily, that took his breath away.

There was an intelligence in its eerie green eyes and it didn't leave fleetingly, as intelligence from a normal animal would. No, it watched everything - its eyes flicking over its pack, moving easily over the humans who screamed as they were brought down in a kill, or rushed to get into their cages and out of the way of the hunters.

Riddick, entranced with watching the black wolf, slipped behind the water that fell from the top of the Pit. Clean water, he noticed as it fell over his shoulders and back. He supposed it was a kindness from the guards for even the inmates here needed to drink water to live.

It was close now, mere moments from finding him, as it inhaled – even if Riddick felt sure it knew where he was – he knew he was about to meet its teeth and claws and be torn to shreds. Riddick's heart leapt in his throat. It would be glorious for those fleeting moments to see such power in action – even if it meant death.

The beating of his heart increased and a ready, if fruitless, supply of adrenalin pumped through his veins as he watched, tense, as the black wolf's shadow slipped by the waterfall, sparing him. And for a moment, Riddick felt a crushing disappointment at not seeing the wolf closer – at not fighting it...at not having to work to survive.

Then, unexpectedly - and at the same time proving to Riddick that the giant black wolf was indeed intelligent - its great head and muzzle splashed through the waterfall, its snarling lips drawn up to reveal great white-purple fangs that glistened in the faint light seen by his eyes.

Riddick knew it was practically suicide, but he couldn't help but look into its measuring gaze.

He had seen wolves before on a few remote planets during his ventures, but none of them compared to this beast. As it stepped fully out from the water, Riddick was in awe of the proud, massive head with ears that were pricked forward and trained on any sound he might make. Its legs were long, but muscled, showing power and speed that could out run most humans. The rest of its body was just as well defined and Riddick knew that this animal would always be a hunter and not the hunted. And for the first time in a long while, Riddick wished he had his normal eyesight back just so he could truly see the wolf before him in its natural colors.

Their eyes were locked and he knew not to lower them or shy away for that would be sign of someone who was weak and that was one thing he wasn't. But as he looked, he couldn't help but be drawn into those almost human-like viridian eyes. There was something there, something he felt he should know, but couldn't place at the moment. Right now though, even as it snarled at him, he wanted nothing more than to reach out touch the impressive creature.

And so he did.

The wolf's fur was rough and invitingly warm, and Riddick let his hands glide over its neck, his hand easily sinking into its fur. The texture of the inner coat was like silk, and softer than velvet. The wolf surprised him then, as its face melted from the snarling mask and flashing teeth to one of sudden, if suspicious, alertness.

When Riddick made no motion to hurt it, or even stop petting, it allowed him to continue touching it as he gradually sunk to his knees to be eye level with the black wolf. To his own eyes the color was a dark purple that swallowed up the light around it, which was how Riddick knew it had to have a black coat.

Its eyes had puzzled Riddick though, for normally he wasn't able to see in anything other than silver brightness and shades of mauve. Yet, clearly, its eyes were a eerie green, even to his sight.

It moved suddenly, pushing its great head into his side, turning what could have been a death blow into an almost playful action. As a result of the soft nudge, Riddick found sitting on the ground – the wolf seem to have decided to be seeking a bit of comfort. Fleetingly, he thought that it had to be lonely, with only the worthless scum of humans and it's clearly less intelligent companions around him.

Its great bulk was pressed into his side, and this was closer then he had willingly allowed any other living being to come to him in nearly five years. The proud head of the wolf - that had regarded him just a few moments before in distrust - now lay in his lap, its vulnerable neck stretched across his thigh.

He sat there in silence, with his arm now wrapped around the beast's body in an almost unconscious act of keeping it close, for several minutes just enjoying the small amount of companionship that he had been given. His mind closed off the screams, yells, and animal sounds that went on around the two of them and for those few moments, Riddick found himself at peace.

And it scared him and soothed him at the same time.

But the feeling left him just as soon as the wolf's head suddenly lifted as if it heard something and not seconds later did the loud buzzer go off again making the wolf heave its massive body up off the floor, dislodging Riddick's arm in the process.

It didn't look back as it walked away, but Riddick watched its every move nevertheless and even smirked in amusement when it lunged, snarling at the bars of one of the other inmates that had been watching it. His eyes followed til it was out of sight and for the first time in his he found that he was disappointed that he would have to leave something living behind.

He watched silently as his Pack snarled and mocked the wardens of the Pit as they exited their cages before he too left, watching their backs as they made their way through the maze-like walkways. A full day had passed since he had last seen the Pack-Other and something was nudging him to find him again. But first he had promised his Pack that he would feed since he had missed his last meal.

Without worrying about stealth, Harry made his way down one of the lesser known paths and followed a lingering scent of the only female that was still alive in the Pit. He didn't want to hunt her - kill her - for she had done the impossible so far and had survived in this place. This had earned her his grudging respect but he knew that where ever she was, male Others were bound to be around.

Nose down to the ground, he set out in a slow lope. As the scent grew stronger, Harry could pick up traces of fear, nervousness, and the stench of male Others. With a growl, he picked up his pace, and when he rounded the corner, he came to a full stop, thankfully hidden in the shadows as the scent of the Pack-Other assaulted him. It seemed, they were all together.

"Check her for me. She's always got a blade somewhere." One of the Others ordered of his lesser pack mates. Harry's lip lifted, showing off his teeth in a silent snarl. Watching the Other's grubby hands paw along the female's body and the snickers of the Others, made the fur along Harry's neck rise.

His eyes switched to the Pack-Other, who watched the Others and the female with narrow eyes, his hand clenching on his tea cup. It was clear to Harry that the female was important to him in some way.

As he took a large swallow of tea, Harry knew the Pack-Other was only tolerating them, despite his relaxed appearance – the Pack-Other knew, as he did, that they did searches on all the inmates. Curious, because Harry knew they would take this too far - for they always did - he watched the Pack-Other.

As the Other's searching hands reached her thighs and buttocks, making her grit her teeth, the search was almost over – then the Other male made a fatal mistake with his search –turning it into something else, and forgetting she was a deadly inmate of the Pit. So she taught him a lesson and took the opportunity that presented itself to send a blade from the heel of her boot into him.

Still watching from the shadows, Harry couldn't help but curl his lip in a wolf-ish satisfied smirk as she took out the Other and then another one. But it quickly morphed into snarl as they finally got her down.

"I don't think she likes being touched." The Pack-Other said as he made himself known to the Others. "I'd take my wounded and go while you still can."

When the Other holding the female let her go, Harry silently crept forward, watching both the Pack-Other and the Others. He would bide his time and let the other Alpha fight for the female, but that didn't mean he would sit back and just do nothing. After all, there were several meals here just asking for it.

"Is there a name for this private little world of yours, huh?" One of the Others asked of the Pack-Other, gaining confidence when his fellow guards laughed and mocked the 'helpless' inmate.

"What happens there when we don't just run away?" Another of the Others mocked him, and the Pack Other raised his cup, smirking menacingly.

"You'll kill us... with a soup cup?" The Others snickered – but Harry knew it for the threat it was, for the Pack-Other was not one to waste a threat. Nonetheless the foolish Others laughed.

Without the Others knowing - for they were too busy talking to the Pack-Other - Harry had made his way around them all, settling close to the female Other that was hanging off of the metal bars. The smell of fear spiked quickly when the Pack-Other calmly set his cup down on a rocky ledge and Harry couldn't help but lick his jaws in excitement.

Then everything seemed to happen at once. The Dark-Other pulled out a knife and charged, the female Other lunged forward as if she was going to help and Harry's muscles tensed, his black lips pulled back, before he leaped forward to snag the girl's shirt to keep her where she was. This was Pack-Other's fight after all and it would do her nor him no good to get in the middle of it. Alphas were supposed to be able to deal with any threat to their Pack on their own.

The female staggered back, unbalanced by him pulling on her and Harry let go and looked up just in time to see the Dark-Other fall to the floor with the cup sticking out of his chest. Harry let out a low rumble of approval which caused the female to finally look at what had held her back. He knew she was looking at him with wide eyes but he ignored her in favor of watching the Others that were trying to act tough.

Then suddenly, the Others turned and quickly picked up their still alive comrade up and tried to leave. But they made one fatal mistake. They only thought that the Pack-Other was the only threat and by turning around to make sure they could keep their eyes on the Pack-Other, they turned their back him.

With a growl, Harry darted forward and leaped, tackling the shorter bald Other from behind and with the skill of centuries behind him, Harry easily locked his jaws around the back of the Other's neck, sinking his teeth in the proper places and was sucking the warm blood even before the body fell to the ground.

"Riddick… What the hell is that?" Kyra demanded of him, watching wide eyed as the black wolf brought down the man, while the rest of the wardens ran off to save themselves.

"I call him Fang. But I didn't come here to play 'Who's the Better Killer?' I heard you came lookin' for me." Riddick said, tilting his head as he watched 'Fang' devour the blood of the warden. He hadn't moved his gaze from the beast as it used its powerful throat and teeth to drain the life blood from the man and this is what had given him the sudden insight on what to call the wolf-like creature.

It was fascinating to watch as those fangs sank deeper into the man's vulnerable throat knowing the human was still alive - if barely - by the sound of whimpers that were quickly silenced by soft warning growls.

"Is that all?" Kyra asked, keeping her eyes from the gruesome sight. "Then you missed the good part. Hooked up with some mercs outta Lupus Five. Said they'd take me on, teach me the trade, give me a good cut." Her voice grew louder, until a gleaming green eye glanced up away from its meal – and Riddick had the impression that Fang, as intelligent as he was, was listening to her and understanding them.

"They slaved me out, Riddick. Do you know what that could do to your when you're that age? When you're that young?" Kyra growled out at him, hissing the words, taking Riddick aback by the hate in her tone. He reacted to it unthinkingly, approaching her, glaring down into her accusing eyes. He hating the feeling of having defend his actions – of explaining himself to her – she should have known.

"I told you to stay in New Mecca. Did you not listen? I had mercs on my neck. I'll always have mercs on my neck. I spent five years on a frozen heap just to keep 'em away from you. And you go and sign up with the same fake badges...that wanted to cut you up and use you for bait." By the end of it, he was disgusted and wanted to shake some sense into her. Startled at his own feelings, he silenced himself, and she took it as an invitation to shout her half of it at him.

"What are you pitching, Riddick? That you cuttin' out was a good thing? That you had my ass covered from halfway across the universe?" Kyra hissed at him, sarcastically and Riddick felt something inside him snap. This wasn't the Kyra he had known, but he only owed it to her to get her off this prison planet and then he would make sure not to run into her again.

"You signed with mercs." And that's what the point of it was - the heart of the matter. Riddick hated mercs, they represented everything he had fought. A betrayed look passed over Kyra's expression as he backed away from her – knowing Fang's eyes also rested on him, following his movements as he left. And as he headed out the 'door' Riddick could feel Fang retreating with him and hear the whisper of Kyra's words.

"There was nobody else around…."

AN: This will probably be the last you see of the movie's plot - at least for awhile (maybe never). As many of you in your reviews stated this plot will try to remain as unique as possible - its one of our main goals. Also, you will notice that Harry will NOT be a weak, 'light-centered', girly-boy. And there won't be a set-in-stone uke/bottom in this relationship. So just a warning, if you are someone who worships Uke/Bottom!Harry and Seme/Top!Everyone else, then this is not the story for you.

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