A/N: Thank you sooo much to my 2 reviewers. I really appreciate your kind words and compliments. And to answer your qustions; I'm not completely sure if it will be a romance, it seems that way, but I'm sort of winging it so whatever pops into my head and I like it... well it might end up here. Thank you again so much, now I know that I can forge ahead, even if I'm not sure where it's going.
Disclaimer: Again, I do not own anything you recognize from Pitch Black or The Chronicles of Riddick. I unfortunately do not own Karl Urban or Vin Diesel, but I do own Feore( pronounced FEE-or)... At least I own something...
Chapter 2: The Lord Marshal
He sat there just looking at her for at least five minutes, but to Feore it felt like an eternity. He was wearing his goggles, so she couldn't actually see where he was looking, but Riddick was making it quite clear that he was enjoying the view. He stepped down from the throne and walked towards her. She still smelled of eucalyptus. Maybe that's just her smell. An interseting scent to have, but not offensive. Riddick liked that smell, made him think of tall trees and deep shadows, tranquil yet mysterious.
"So, you want to tell me your name, or are we just gonna stare at each other all day?" Riddick asked, he'd gained all the information he could from observing her, it was time to start asking questions.
"Feore, my name is Feore." She said, in a voice she hoped sounded stronger than she felt. He frightened her, but he didn't have to know that.
"Feore... you want to tell me what you're doing here, why you hid on my ship? 'Cause I'd really like to know." He could smell the fear dripping off of her like sweat, so he smiled, not that his smiles were very comforting; but, he already knew that.
His smile sent shivers down her spine, made her nervous, and worst of all, made her voice tremble. "To be honest, I'm not quite sure why I hid on your ship... I needed answers, and I-I was told that you could help... Although I am starting to regret it." She mumbled. She was hoping he wouldn't hear the last part, because it wasn't very well thought out.
"You needed answers. Answers to what? And who in the hell would send you to me?" This was starting to get interesting. "I suggest you tell me the whole story," he said walking closer, "from the top," he was so close now, she could feel his breath on her neck, "and if you leave anything out... I'll know, and then things could get ugly." This last part he breathed in her ear, but by the way she stiffened, he knew he'd gotten his point across.
This was very entertaining. Vaako almost felt like laughing, which was a rare thing. He'd been the second in command to Riddick for little over a year now, and he felt that he knew him pretty well, at least, as well as Riddick would allow. And now Vaako was reading Riddick like a book, granted a book in a slightly different language, but the point was, he knew Riddick's game with this girl. Riddick was bluffing, for the most part. He was using his build and reputation to scare her into giving him the answers he wanted. If she felt like being defiant, he'd toy with her, piss her off just enough to lose her composure, and then she was right back where he wanted her; giving him answers. The chances that she would get seriously hurt were slim; Riddick wanted answers and he couldn't get them if she was comatose. Bruises and cuts? Those were quite possible, you could get a bruise from Riddick if he chose to grab your arm a little too firmly. Yeah, bruises and cuts were definitely possible. Vaako had a feeling that things were going to be very interesting, very soon, becuase she was about to tell her whole story, from the top, and he knew she wasn't about to leave anything out.
A/N: I know that was really short but I think it's best if I write Feore's story and the reactions in one chapter... so at least that one will be longer! Please review, and again, sorry it was so short.
