A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this one up but I'm a lazy arse and I need Cosmicgirl to motivate me. And by "motivate" I mean she had to come up with all these ideas. So here it is, a little shorter than usual but its up.

"Argh! Get off," Enya yelled as she pushed on the Hellhound's scaly chest. She laughed as its licked her face and neck. "Come on," she said while laughing. "Stop."

Suddenly the beast stopped and Enya managed to stop laughing. The moment she did she could hear hurried footsteps. It sounded like a pair of combat boots were pounding on the metal walkway.

The Hellhound was still standing over Enya as it began to growl at the person approaching them. Rolling over onto her stomach, Enya saw who it was.

Riddick was standing in front of her, staring at her smiling face and the Hellhound with confusion. His broad chest seemed to heave ever so slightly as if he had been running. He stepped forward but stopped when the Hellhound's growl deepened.

Enya looked from Riddick to the beast and back again. The muscular con was concentrating on beast which stood protectively over Enya.

"Enya," Riddick began before the Hellhound took a step closer, cutting him off.

Turning her attention to the scaled creature, Enya reached up and patted his head. "Its okay," she said reassuringly. The beast looked to Enya before moving away, letting her up.

An alarm rang over the loudspeaker and the Hellhound walked away, leaving Enya and Riddick alone. As it passed Riddick, the beast gave him a wary look. The con didn't back down, he removed his goggles and met the hound's silver-eyed gaze with his own.

Once the beast was gone he turned to Enya. "What the fuck was that," he angrily demanded.

"It's a fire thing," she responded coolly as she leaned against the railing.

Riddick pondered what she had just said as his eyes roamed over her. As they reached her glowing hair he squinted slightly. It was like he was mesmerized by the boyishly short red and gold hair which radiated a light of its own.

Enya glanced over her shoulder at Riddick and shook her head. "Put your goggles back on before you blind yourself."

He stepped closer so their bodies were almost touching, his eyes never leaving her. Enya boldly stood her ground as he leaned down and began to take in her scent. It was gentle, betraying her rough exterior. Her scent was beautiful.

"It hurts to look at you," his deep voice whispered in her ear.

Enya could feel her heart beginning to race again. Damn him for having this effect one me. She struggled to keep her cool. "If it hurts than why are you still doing it?"

A half smile came across Riddick's lips as he pulled away. His silver eyes looked down into Enya's burgundy eyes. "I like what I see," he said before walking away.

Once he had gone, Enya let out a breath. She lifted one of her hands and brushed back her red and gold hair. "It has been one hell of a day," she whispered to herself as she looked out over the pit called a slam.

"Why the Lord Marshal wants an elemental like you ....I cannot fathom." Dame Vaako said as she walked in front of Eithne and the guard.

"Its simple really...How better to prove his power...than with an elemental standing by his side?"

"He could prove it better by killing you." Dame Vaako leered at Eithne.

"I suppose so, but that wouldn't be as artful."

"Yes, too artful if you ask me." Dame Vaako's hand went to her hip as she paused in front of the hallway of converts.

Bodies hung for as far as the eye could see. They hung motionless, their arms draped from a rod and two spikes gouged into their necks. Eithne took a long look at it, wondering if she could actually go through with it. But she did love Luthan...and if this is what it took to prove it, then she would convert. She only hoped he would make it back to see what she was doing.

"It hurts." Dame Vaako said, noticing the look on Eithne's face.

"I figured it would..." Eithne sighed. "But its something I have to do."

"Even if you do convert, you still wont see Underverse. The Lord Marshal's reign is soon ending....even though he may not know it."

"I'm not converting to see the Underverse...or to be with your Lord Marshal."

"Do you think the reason why matters?" Dame Vaako laughed. Two Necromonger priests approached and handed Eithne the clothes that she would wear during conversion. "Most only convert to avoid the alternative."

"Is that why you converted?" Eithne asked taking the clothes.

"No," said Dame Vaako coldly.

Enya stretched out on the bare rock of an empty cell. It had been a long day and she was drained. It felt like she hadn't slept in weeks.

As a precaution, she pulled out one of her knives and kept it near. The Guv may have promised, out of respect, that none of his friends would attack her but that left half the inmates. All day Enya had been on her guard but nothing had happened, she knew if they were going to make a move it would be while she was asleep.

A very light sleep overtook her. It was actually more like she was hovering between consciousness and sleep. Enya was wary of her surroundings while she tried to rest, she heard every little sound.

Slowly unconsciousness took her and she slipped in the realm of sleep.

The Lord Marshal stood off to the side as Eithne was led onto a platform. She stood as still as she could as the platform raised her up a few feet into the air. She looked down at the Lord Marshal, who was grinning smugly, as though he was the reason for all of it.

"I will see you again, when you are pure." He said and swooped around, his cape billowing after him.

Dame Vaako appeared below her. "Like I said, it hurts...." she smiled. "And you should know, when the Lord Marshal's reign ends...you'll be the first to go along with him." She flipped a switch that Eithne didn't see. and two bars came out, snatching her arms back and making her slightly bend forward.

The last thing Eithne saw was two metal spikes coming towards her neck, then everything went black and the world exploded with pain.

Enya's eyes popped open as she felt her sister's pain. For a long moment she just lay there, waiting for the memory of the dream to subside but the pain Eithne was feeling was so great that she was still feeling it.

Eithne, she thought as she lay on the cool stone. Why? Enya's thoughts about her sister whirled in her mind, running together and giving her a slight headache. She suppressed a sigh and rolled over onto her side.

Suddenly, Enya stiffened when she heard some noises outside her cell. There were several people out there, trying to be stealthy. As she reached for her knife she could hear the slight rattle of a chain.

They were just outside her cell door and Enya was preparing for the onslaught. Something stopped her though. She could hear the distinct sounds of a scrimmage going on outside.

Enya got into a crouching position, looking to the entrance of the cell she had claimed. It looked as though one man were fighting off a handful of others and was winning hands down.

Out of curiosity, she moved closer. Just as the last man fell, Enya got a good look at the man who had been fighting off the inmates. Naturally it was Riddick.

"What are you doing," Enya managed to ask despite her shock.

Two silver eyes turned to her, captivating her. "I'm making a pile of bodies. What's it look like I'm doing?"

Enya blinked a few times. "How long have you been standing guard outside my cell?"

"Go get some sleep," was all he said to her before turning away.

Hesitantly, Enya turned and went back to where she had been laying. She stretched out again, facing the door to her cell where Riddick could still be seen.

Strangely she felt more secure, as if she had her own personal body guard whom she'd trust with her life. The sleep was washing over her again and she had to fight to stay away long enough to whisper, "Thank you."

Eithne's body was motionless hanging in the Closet of Converts, but inside her brain was boiling with the throws of agony.

At first, the pain was like steel, hard and rigid. Ripping away at her insides till it burned. She didn't know how long it had been...weeks, years? Had she hung here in pain forever? She tried reaching out with her mind to her sister, but the conversion wouldn't allow it. She was alone coming up on the brink of the Underverse.

The Lord Marshal then appeared beside her. Beckoning her to see the Underverse through his eyes. With his touch the pain began to lessen. Gradually becoming like clay. Eithne was able to mold it, twist it to her will.

One pain lessens another. It all seemed so clear now.