Pitch Black and Ultraviolet

Chapter Five
Riddick with Angel

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"Angie, you bitch!" Johns roared.

I was watching from behind Johns. The Merk thought he and Angel were alone, since I, after having been recaptured and given a deal of no chains, no bit, no fucking problems, was now supposed to be helping the others.

But I was watching the two of them.

Johns took a swing at Angel and hit her in the side of the head. She fell to the ground, holding a hand up to her temple. Blood was pouring out of what I thought was the reopened wound, but I realized he'd cut her badly with the ring on his right hand. She was bleeding badly, and the tears were falling from her lovely violet eyes.

But she was angry. Her eyes were a dark, royal purple, and she was furious.

So was I.

No one hit her except me. I was the one who hurt, who attacked, who killed. And if I didn't touch her, no one did. No one touched her but me.

But I wanted to watch Angel kick her brother's ass at that moment more than I wanted to kick his ass myself. She was so sexy when she was pissed off. I could listen to and watch her bitch at her idiot older brother all fucking day if I ever wanted to. Johns would always deserve it, and it'd be funny to watch the angelic little spitfire from opposite heaven knock the motherfucker on his ass.

Hahahaha.

"You let him escape! You goddamn bitch, you let the motherfucking bastard escape!! Goddamn you! Sure we got him back, and sure, we'll keep him till we get off this fucking rock, but you didn't know that, you couldn't say it was gonna happen! And yet, you let him fucking escape, and you curled up in a fucking ball so you could tell me ya didn't know where the fuck he went. You bitch!"

He kicked her in the side. I heard a rib crack.

Suddenly, I wanted to beat his ass down into the dirt. I wanted to skull-fuck him in his sleep, as he had so elegantly put it. I wanted to kill him. She shouldn't have had to take this.

But then Angel caught my eye. Blood rushed through me and straight to my cock when I saw her. She was furious. She was wide-eyed, the violet in her huge, glossy eyes so dark they were practically black. Her lips were set in an unforgiving slash of a mouth, and bright spots of furious color danced on her otherwise colorless cheeks. She was gasping for breath, fists curled, trying to get up. She was breathing hard, and the tantalizing lift of her breasts as she drew in each and every breath was starting to make me pretty fucking horny.

I desperately wanted to fuck her.

Which is why, I thought to myself, I should look away.

I kept looking at her, though. Damn, she was hot!

Angel stood up slowly, looking like she could barely stay on her feet, and she murmured in her brother's direction, head down as if in defeat, "If you hit me again, I'll hit you right back, just as hard as I can. I'll knock you on your goddamn fucking ass."

Her brother huffed, laughing at her in derision, and leered at her, crying, "Oh, yeah? Bullshit, you fucking bitch-" He took another swing at her and missed. He should never have missed, because now she was gonna kick his ass, and how. She was pissed off, and even I was wary of Angel when she was pissed.

She gave him a roundhouse kick to the face, knocking him flat on his ass, as she'd promised him. She spit on him, and then she kicked it into high gear and ran away, fast as her sexy little legs would carry her.

I followed after her silently, unknown to her, leaving Johns with a nasty bruise on his jaw, a nasty cut where his cheek split, and a slight concussion from hitting the fucking ground so hard. I followed Angel as she continued to run, run away from Johns and, ultimately, from the settlement we'd discovered.

I couldn't let her do that. She could get lost, and if she were right, that would be bad. What if she ran into whatever she sensed out there?

I didn't want her hurt, unless I was doing the hurting. Unless I was the one who could feel her small, slim little body bruising beneath my hands, feel the bones shatter like the most fragile of eggshells, hear the final beat of her heart as I strangled the life from her. I wanted to be the one to slit her throat and watch her beautiful eyes close in exhaustion from the blood loss and finally shut forever in death's sweet sleep.

If Angel were going to die, it would be by my hand, not anyone else's. Not if I had anything to say about it. And right now, I wasn't going to let her get hurt.

"Angel!"

I, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, leapt in front of her just as she was about to leave the camp's outer perimeter.

She gasped, jumped back by two feet, and immediately took a fighting stance before she even checked to see whom it was. She relaxed when she looked at my face.

"You're bleeding again."

She nodded, silent. She wouldn't look at me. Why?

"I saw what happened, with you and Johns. Does he do that a lot?" I already knew the answer, though. Her dreams tell me everything.

Her dreams were violent, passionate, and delicious. Her dreams of her brother were frightening to her, but I loved listening to her dream of me. She would gasp, moan, cry out. She would whisper my name ever so softly, and everything in me would beg to fuck her while she slept. I knew she dreamed of how it could be, how it one day would be, my desire piercing her innocence and making her cry out in ecstasy. The beast, the animal, in my soul would rage at me, shrieking at me to just shrug off my inhibitions, pin her to the ground, and fuck her until she was too exhausted to even talk.

But I never did.

"Does he do that a lot?" I repeated. I waited patiently for her answer.

"Yes." She said it simply, casually. Like it was nothing. I knew it was her coldness, the point where she reaches utter uncaring about anything at all, when she's overwhelmed by anger and fear and hate. Her coldness even scares me, sometimes, but it's useful.

"We'll take care of that later. Let's go." I took her hand and tugged, but she didn't want to go. She shook her head. "Angel?"

"Riddick-"

She stopped. She blushed.

I sniffed the air. Just from her scent, I could tell she was nervous. Anxious about something.

And... turned on. Just a little bit, not full on horny, but still a little turned on. By what? Me? Well, I thought, Angel was a pretty tight piece of ass. She, I thought to myself, was very, extremely beautiful, especially as far as blondes go. And I was good looking, if I did say so myself.

Maybe there was... some mutual attraction between the two of us. After all, she'd kissed me. She'd kissed me twice, and that had nearly knocked me out, her kisses were so powerful. Mutual attraction? Oh, fuck, yeah!

I pulled her towards me, till she was right up against my body. There was no way she couldn't realize my obvious desire. She could feel it pressed against her lower abdomen, and it was making it hard for her to catch her breath.

I bent my head to her neck and inhaled her scent. As always, smelling her gave me a sense of pleasure. I could smell her blood rushing just beneath her skin, smell her nervousness and her arousal. Without knowing it, she was releasing pheromones to get my attention. Part of her animalistic splicing. It was actually kind of a turn on.

I laced my fingers through her hair, holding her head in place as I kissed the satin soft skin of her neck. The breath left her lungs in a soft ooh. My lips stayed over her pulse for a moment, feeling it fluttering. I felt a strange, warm sensation in my chest. I was enjoying myself with this.

My tongue flicked out to taste the salt on her skin, swirling against the flesh just over her pulse. She gasped for breath. I trailed kisses up the side of her slender neck, along the line of her jaw, to the corner of her succulent mouth. It was a teasing kiss, a chaste kiss with as little contact as possible. She closed her eyes briefly against the sensation. I kissed the other corner, kissed both her eyelids, kissed the tip of her nose.

She looked up at me, breathing shallowly, trying to remain calm. I could hear her heart pounding in her breast. She was excited. She wanted me to kiss her. I came a little closer to her. She stood a little bit straighter. Her eyes were bright with obvious hope. I lifted my goggles up to uncover my eyes. I wanted her to see my eyes. The light was uncomfortable to me, but I pulled her into the shade of one of the buildings and then it was all right. She looked into my shining black eyes and swallowed hard.

"Not nervous, are you, Angel?" I asked her softly in a husky whisper.

She shook her head almost imperceptibly.

I smiled, chuckling. "Are you sure?"

She made a soft, breathy whisper-murmur of assent.

"Well," I said, coming even closer, "if you really are totally, one hundred percent sure that you're not nervous..." I trailed off, and it took her a minute to gather her thoughts and nod slightly.

She was quivering with expectation.

I bent my head to hers once more.

I had never wanted to do anything as much as I wanted to kiss Angel at that moment. Which is probably why I did it. I breathed a hot breath against her parted lips, then I touched my lips to hers gently. Or, at least at first, but then I increased the pressure. Her lips were moist and soft, yielding under mine, and I kissed her with everything I had. I was demanding, dominating. I kissed her like the apocalypse was fucking nigh, and suddenly, I wanted her so fucking bad. I wanted her. Fuck, I goddamn needed her. She had my fire lit again, and it was blazing out of control and it felt so very good.

Her arms went around my neck, and she practically melted into my hold. We broke apart, and I smiled at her. The sweet taste of her lips was... haunting.

"Riddick..."

I looked at her then, really looked. She resembled a twenty-year- old girl, wearing a thin, breezy, long sleeve shirt of white cotton and a pair of black, silk/cotton pants. Her boots were of deer hide, thick and sturdy, but not hot like leather or cow skin. She was actually dressed for the desert we were in. But under all that, under the tough-looking, sophisticated, sexy Amazon exterior, she looked nervous, like a frightened rabbit.

She'd never been with a man, or even spent much time around them besides her brother. She bit her lower lip, looking like a sultry, delicious woman. She was so sexy, and I still wanted her. I slammed my mouth down on hers. She met me half way, wanting my kiss, my touch, the fire deep in my belly. She wanted me, too, just as badly as I wanted her. There was a matching fire in her, as well, and it burned just as hot as mine.

The next thing either of us knew, we were lying on the sand in the shade, horny as a couple of teenagers, kissing ravenously like rabid wolves, almost, my body on top of hers, her blood trickling from the gash at her temple. I was straddling her thin waist, brushing against her as we pressed close to each other. God, I needed a fuck! I needed Angel, so very fucking badly. She bucked her hips against me, just as eager for what had to inevitably come after this.

We kept kissing. I didn't know or even care where this might go, but I never found out. While I was kissing her petal-soft lips and my hands were reaching to touch her hot, sexy body just the way women like, just the way I so desperately wanted to, a shout went up from the others back at the settlement. We stopped and looked back the way she'd come.

Suddenly, I heard her heart nearly stop, then begin hammering in her chest. Her eyes were wide in shock.

"Probably just found that fucker of a brother of yours with those bruises."

I was about to kiss her again, but she shook her head, fear suddenly in her eyes. I felt the rage start to boil up inside me, and I wanted to hit her. After all this, after the kisses and caresses, she was afraid. Now, she was afraid. I wanted to hit her as hard as I fucking could. But I never would.

So, instead, I just looked at her, my eyes hard and flinty. She had a glazed look in her eyes, and I realized she wasn't afraid of me. She had an inkling, a hint of things to come, maybe even a vision. That's what she was so very afraid of. At least, that's what I thought she was worried about. But I had to make sure.

When her eyes cleared, a few moments later, I asked her, "Premonition?"

She nodded.

I got off of her like I'd been burned.

"Come on!"

We leapt onto the rooftops, and started running.

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Author's Note: Just fixed some grammar and spelling errors, and got rid of the word "traitorous" because Johns would never say that in conversation. Reviews?