The story is starting to get a little hot. I can't help it, vampires have to have hot scenes, especially if they're with Riddick. But I must admit, that I have never really written steamy scenes, so I am feeling a little weird. I don't know if it's okay, pls let me know...

Btw, I want to thank Ellelovemax (glad u like the name Maya, it means illusion in Hindi, an Indian language in case u didn't know), C. Kerwood (yay for vampires!!! but sadly there will be no werewolves... thanks for reviewing each chap) and AngelicTiger (I am definitely using some of my wicked imagination...heehee)

For the past week, I have only been thinking about the man with silver eyes, Riddick. He fascinates me.

I have been searching the streets for him. I have even been out during the day. Sun light will not kill me, but it will use a substantial amount of my energy. That's why I usually go out at night. I also prefer the shadows and the darkness of the night.

Even now, as I find my next victim, my thoughts keep going back to him.

I finally walk into a hidden nightclub. It is far away from the party streets, but this crowd is much more attractive. I also love being able to drink blood with blaring music. I enjoy making my victim's heartbeat match the music's rhythm.

As I head to the bar, I see a tall brunette. She has a beautiful and curvy figure, just the way I like. She is leaning on the glass counter of the bar, her cleavage a sight for all. I know that she is definitely tipsy. Her blood will have the sharp taste of alcohol. The thought of her warm blood excites me, and momentarily makes me forget about Riddick.

I stand next to her and look at her with my most exotic smile. With my powerful eyes, I make her come close to me. Then I take her by the waist and go to the dance floor. There is smoke everywhere, and the music is so loud that it seems as if the floor has a pulse. There is hardly any room, so I guess I will have to stay close to my victim.

The DJ puts a slow and sensual song on. I bring the brunette into my arms, so that her back rests against my front. As the singer breathes heavily, I seduce my victim. I trail my icy fingers down her arms. My tongue licks her neck slowly, making wet circles.

I feel her relax in my arms and give in to my temptation. My hips move leisurely. My breasts rub against her back. When she finally closes her eyes, I strike.

I bite her pulsating vein and taste her blood. It is so hot that my body's temperature increases. The blood excites me. Physically, my nipples harden. Emotionally, I suddenly have so much energy.

Since I do not want to kill her, I decide to put her somewhere relatively safe. She will be unconscious for a few hours. I take her to the washroom and pretend that she has passed out from drinking too much. If only they knew that she passed out because I drank too much. I crouch down and put her carefully on the floor near the sinks. I take one last look at her and can't help kissing her. Her lips were too enticing.

I quickly leave the club, feeling more animated. But without the omnipresent thought of blood, I go back to thinking about Riddick.

Suddenly, my heart skips a beat and I know that he is close. I walk up the deserted road and see a dark alley on the side. He has to be there, just like last time.

I do find him, and he looks so appealing. He is dragging a big man's body behind a dumpster. I see his rippling muscles as he lifts the body. When he finishes and turns around, I see blood dripping from a slash on his chest. I imagine what I can do with my tongue to clean it, which makes me bite my lower lip.

He is surprised to see me, and maybe even pleased.

I have heard philosophers say that sometimes, people recognize their beasts in others. At this moment, I feel some connection with him or his animal side, or maybe they are one.

"I've been looking for you, Riddick," I admit as I walk closer to him. He shrugs in response, but I notice that he suddenly has a shiv in his right hand. He is still suspicious of me and I absolutely love that. "You're hurt." I walk closer to him. He wants to run away, but he also wants to stay. I doubt he has ever been so confused, so conflicted.

I put my hand on his chest, but he doesn't push it away. I look him in the eyes as my hand explores his chest from his firm pecks to his rippled abs. It is quite thrilling, and I know that Riddick enjoys it too. His eyes gradually look darker, as if they are hiding in the shadow of desire. Welcome to my world.

As I approach him, he takes my wrist in his hand. "What do you want?" he asks menacingly, squeezing my wrist for emphasis.

"You," I hiss. The vampire in me wants him, now.

"Why?"

"And I thought you were intelligent. I give you three guesses." I wink at him.

"Not interested," he mutters and turns around. I lash my right leg at his back, but he crouched and grabbed my leg before I could hit him. His rough hands are near my ankle.

"Are you going to hurt me?" I ask innocently, but with my wicked smile.

"No. You would enjoy it too much," he growls. But he couldn't help bringing his hands higher. When they finally reached my thigh, he got up. He picked me up with one arm around my waist and his left hand still on my outer thigh. He slammed me into a brick wall, and pinned me with his chest.

Even though I enjoyed it, I could not let him wrongly think that he has control. In a flash, I scratched him on his cheek, leaving three nail marks. I could have hit him, punched him, kicked him and even bite him, but I wanted to see my scratches on his face. His face turned back slowly to look at me.

As the blood trickled down from his cheek, I felt thirsty again. I also felt his gaze on me. His hand went higher up my thigh, making my skirt bunch up near my hips. His body trapped me, but I was not afraid. I could only think about the drops of blood on his cheek, and the blood from his chest wound that was wetting my tank top.

I closed my eyes to take pleasure in having Riddick so close. When I opened them, his face was inches away from mine. His lips brushed mine while he spoke.

"Who sent you?"

"My passion," I whispered.

"Are you a fuckin' merc?" That question actually made me laugh. Me a merc? I must have been wrong about sensing some intelligence in Riddick.

"You think I am a merc? A fuckin' merc?" I asked back, imitating his low and husky voice. "How many mercs do this?" I cradled his head as I licked his cheek. His blood was so electrifying. If only a few drops had such an effect on me, imagine what more could do.

When I finished, I brought my head back and rested it on the wall. I licked my lips to make sure that I didn't miss any while looking at his pair of silver eyes.

He cocked one eyebrow. "How interesting."