I'm sorry it took for me to update, but I kinda had a block...I'm still not sure what to do next...anyways, this chap is less steamy because I want the characters to develop some relationship too...but the steam will be back, don't worry...pls R&R b/c I'm really not sure about this chap...Thanks to all those who reviewed my last chap

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There was a time, when I was still human, when I would never be alone with a stranger. I would be too afraid. But now, fear is a weapon I have been using against others for thousands of years. It's actually quite amusing because I was the most meek and docile girl.

When I was fifteen years old, my parents told me that I had to marry a farmer from a neighboring village. I had never even met him, but that was the way marriages were done in the Indus Valley. My mother had made me a beautiful crimson coloured sari with gold embroidery. They were little flowers with sequins as petals. It was the most beautiful sari I had ever seen.

I woke up at the crack of dawn on the day I was to leave my parents home and become a bride in a new one. Daughters were always considered to be guests in their parents' homes because everyone knew that they were going to leave eventually.

I had washed my body with sandal paste soap, and then put oil on it so it would be soft. I braided my hair with fresh jasmine flowers. I even put some kohl around my eyes to accentuate their beauty. I always knew I was beautiful, even though I was too afraid to admit it out loud. I finally wrapped my sari a coupls of times around my waist before putting it over one shoulder. I felt like a princess.

As I exchanged garlands and vows with my husband, I remembered noticing a dark man on the side. He was watching me so intensely that I fainted out of fear. Luckily for me, my husband was a strong and caring man. He picked me up and took me into my new hut. When I finally woke up, I saw him watching over me. He was so handsome and loving. I knew I was lucky, but not for long.

For some reason, I am thinking about him now as I look into Riddick's eyes. This is weird because I doubt there is any caring or loving part in him, so how did he remind me of my husband, my one true love? How did he make me forget my bloodlust?

He slowly puts me down.

"What do you want?" Riddick asks.

"For now, I want you," Maya answered with a husky voice.

"Why?"

"Are you always this curious? This could get annoying if you ask stupid questions while we have sex."

"Lust?"

"Oh God yesssss," she hissed.

"Fine, but we first need to get away before someone finds the body."

Well Riddick is definitely not a gentleman. He just started running without me. He didn't even turn around to check if I was following or not. Obviously I am, but he can at least pretend he cares about the vampire he's about to fuck.

His speed impresses me, especially since he is so huge. But it wasn't hard for me to catch up to him. When he saw me, he cocked an eyebrow. He definitely is a man of few words and fewer expressions. I smile to myself as I imagine him cock one brow up for every emotion.

Surprised Riddick – one brow cocked

Excited Riddick – one brow cocked

Sad Riddick – one brow cocked

Happy Riddick – one brow up

I am so giddy. I taste a few drops of his blood and I start acting like a silly adolescent. But good feelings are never meant to last long.

I suddenly hear someone's screams. I know it's a young girl's, maybe around fourteen years old. I can also sense her attackers' evil pleasure. I don't even look at Riddick as I stop and listen carefully. There are three men, a few blocks east from me.

I take my stilettos off and run as fast as my legs can take me to the muffled screams. My feet hardly touch the ground. I reach just in time to see a man unzip his pants. I don't even bother stopping. I just lunge on him and we fall to the ground with me on top of him.

I close my right hand in a fist and punch him so hard that my hand end up in his chest, right next to his heart. I take my fist out slowly and bring it to my mouth. I look at the dying man. I want to be the last person he ever sees, especially as I lick his blood off of my fist. His eyes show me raw fear. I know he's never seen anything this horrific. After a few minutes of watching him struggle and finally choke on his own blood, I get up to kill the other two men

For the second time that week, Riddick killed other people without me even noticing him. This only makes me even more furious, and I need to take it out on someone. I volunteer Riddick. This time I punch him in the jaw, and he didn't move fast enough. The sound of the impact makes a satisfying thud sound.

I sense that if I were anyone else, he would have killed me for that. But I think he wants to keep me around for a bit.

"Why did you come here?" Riddick asks.

"Not your questions again." That's it. I start leaving, but he grabs my wrist and spins me around to face him. He grabs my other wrist and holds both of them close to his chest.

"Why would a blood obsessed killer come to save some stranger? Some stranger that you frightened so much that she ran away instead of thanking you." His voice is so calm and so low.

"My daughter was raped and killed. That is why I have become what I am today." The thought brings tears to my eyes. I break free from his grip and walk away.

A few meters later, I break down and fall to the ground. I actually start sobbing. The pain is too much for me, even after thousands of years. I just can't take it. I let out a piercing shriek. I miss my baby so much. My vision becomes blurry and my red tears stain my cheek. I am so alone.

I feel arms under my legs and behind my shoulders. Riddick picks me up and I suddenly feel the urge to hug him, so I do. I bury my face in his neck as I hold him in a fierce hug.

I feel the sun come out, and it makes me considerably weaker. I am so happy when we finally reach indoors. I don't even know where because I was too busy crying. Riddick places me on a mattress. I grab his wrist because I don't want him to leave.

"Stay," I whisper. He cocks one eyebrow and that makes me smile slightly.

I watch him take off his boots and shirt. He leaves his pants on, and I notice the shivs are still there. Talk about sleeping with the enemy. I scoot over on my side and Riddick comes to spoon me. My head leans on his chest. His arm is around my waist, holding me close to him.

For the first time in over three hundred years, I fall asleep in someone's arms. It feels damn good.