By: MataruDoukotsu

Taming the Beast

Chapter Seven

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Riddick universe, no matter how sad it is. One thing is for sure, Riddick is hot. The one man who can pull off buff and bald is Vin Diesel and the character he plays in this series.

Now on to the story.

She was some where different; she knew it. It wasn't that she could see it; no, she could only see the dark inkiness of pitch black. It was all that she ever saw. But it was the feel of the air, and the scents that filled it that told her she was some where different. She shifted slightly, the thick iron shackles on her wrists rubbing against her skin. Vaguely she wondered how dark it was now; her skin that is. The chain that connected her wrists together was only the length of her full arm span, wrist to wrist. The same with her feet, though the chain was shorted to limit her speed. Unconsciously, she lifted her straight nose into the air and sniffed delicately. It would've been unnoticeable if she hadn't of lifted her head, but it wasn't as if she cared; it wasn't like anyone she didn't know was watching her do it. The scent of vanilla and oranges filled her hyper-sensitive nostrils.

"Damion." She purred around the horse bit in her mouth. Her keen hearing picked up the faint clink of boots on the metal floor, and she felt the coolness of a shadow fall upon her muscular form.

"Yes, sister?" a sweet voice filled the air. The only way she could compare it to was the singing of angels; and she would be damned if anyone touched her angel, and if so, she would smite them to eternal hell and back again.

"Where are we?" she had no problems growling from behind the metal safety strip. She felt the other reach forward and tug lightly on the chains connecting her wrists, pulling her to her feet. She looked down, knowing without having to see that she towered over the smaller woman. "Damion?"

"We are on the Escapade. Mercs chased me back, and I'm gettin' us off of this damnable planet. And by the way, Toombs says 'hi'." The woman, Damion, gave the taller a slight push in the muscled stomach to get her to sit in the co-pilot's seat. "Those restraints look very uncomfortable, Slade…do you want me to loosen the chains so you can navigate?"

"No; they're fine." The slight snarl escaped from Slade's mouth; she could feel Damion's topaz eyes gaze at her. Turning her head to look up at her sister as if she could see her, she cocked it to the side.

Damion was reminded of a tiger locked into a bronze beast's body. It was amazing really how deeply golden the female sitting in the co-pilot's seat skin could get; she was almost jealous of Slade, since her own skin tone could only get to a peachy golden color.

It was relieving ,though, to see that the short shock of snow white hair never changed, and neither did the general and unnatural build of the beast of a woman's body. Damion knew that that was what had helped Slade pull off the act of being a boy in her adolescent years, but when she had grown into a woman's body, it had been difficult, so she just stopped the illusion.

It was inconceivable, really. The snowy haired female was about 5'11", the body of a golden panther, and the aura of a demon hell beast with a calm rage like no other.

She knew that she shouldn't really be impressed about Slade's muscular build, but she couldn't help it. She herself was only about three quarters the taller female's size all together at barely 5'7", but Damion knew she was just about as dangerous. She had been trained by the Evil herself.

And it does add to the mix that we're in the very top slot of every Merc's and Bounty Hunter's lists. She took the moment to grin. With a body count of over seven hundred together, and a price of 18 mil on our heads, that's not too bad. Slouching into the pilot's seat, she let the auto pilot take control.

"Can we keep running like this, Slade?" she asked, noticing how her beast of a sister's ears twitched and her sharp featured face turned to her voice.

"We don't have much of a choice in the matter. It is run, get killed or sent to slam." A smirk ate at the corners of the snowy haired female's full lips, "Though I wouldn't mind getting sent back to Slam, it isn't a place for such a pure spirit as yerself, Damion. You might be considered a killer to Mercs, but it was I who did most of the slaughter."

Damion frowned, topaz eyes staring at the black blindfold that covered her sister's eyes, leaving the caramel skinned convict in the dark. It was something Damion did not like. She liked to look into her elder's eyes to see the reassurance she needed, but with those all seeing orbs covered it made her feel as if she were in the dark with her sister also.

"Slade…" She whispered, but the other woman ignored the murmur of her name.

It was one thing to know that her sister was a convict to the bone, but it was another to hear her sister accept those killings that she had accomplished with the beast. Seriously, Damion didn't see how Slade didn't feel guilt and remorse. But then it was Damion's sense of unity with animals that made her so in tune to her sister. It was why she hadn't been angry at Slade when she had found her in the flow of their parents' life force when she was naught but a cubling…

Damion shook her head to rid it of the thoughts about when they had first begun their lives on the run. Damion had once been known as Kayce Mitchell Damion before switching to just her last name. She had been only nine when they became convicted fugitives, with a twelve-year-old Slade looking after her.

Looking out of the window, she saw that they were already a short star-leap from the planet they had been on: Cerevon. As she got up to follow Slade to the convict's room, she began to think about one of their young friends she had seen there. When she was lowering the temperature in the dark, dank and barren room, she was slightly startled to hear Slade's voice.

"Was she happy?"

Damion blinked, "Lil' Fox?" at her companion's silence, she nodded. "She looked happy and healthy. I-I think that she might be better off with…with that Riddick character." She noticed the caramel fingers twitch for a second before Slade's head slouched forward.

"He'll take good care of her. I know he will."

Squinting slightly at her elder, Damion's hand dropped back to her side. "You had wanted him to find and care for her. Of all the people to take care of her besides us…it was him."

As the other woman turned her blindfolded head as if looking at her, Damion almost saw the sadness radiating from her, but her shoulders were held in triumph. So, Damion thought, she's not happy that the kid won't be around anymore, but she's happy that she succeeded in getting a new and possibly better caretaker. A remorseful grin ate at her lips. A sad triumph. That's all that your life has been, Slade. A sad triumph. Eyes stinging slightly, Damion pulled a black throw from Slade's bed and wrapped it around her shoulders.

"C'mere cub." Slade's cool flowing, slightly deep purring voice washed over her and the chains chimed almost sweetly as she opened her arms invitingly. In a flash, Damion had ducked under the links and into the warmth of her sister and protector. Trickles of water flowed lightly from her eyes as the golden arms of her knight in tarnished armor folded gently around her. Rubbing her nose into Slade's collarbone, Damion sighed shakily.

"We'll keep an eye out for her, right? Keep surveillance, make sure nothing bad happens?"

The body wrapped around her tightened its hold momentarily. This action seemed to calm the younger woman, yet still she stayed in the strong arms, perfectly trusting of the hands that had killed hundreds. Underneath her own hands, Damion could hear and feel the steady beating of Slade's heart. It was strong and much slower than her own heart rate, but coupled with the deep, slow breaths of powerful lunges; it had a very soothing effect on her. For a moment, her brain wondered why the heart beat and breathing of such a large and healthy person was so slow.

Shouldn't it be much faster because of the demand of oxygen and the need of so much blood distribution? But then Damion knew what she could hear and feel; and she could perfectly count every two of her heart beats and breaths to one of each from Slade.

Storing that information for later, Damion relaxed herself fully against the solid body next to her as her companion settled down comfortably on the bed in a sitting position.

"Is the room cold enough for you?" The action of another blanket being wrapped around only her, gave Damion her answer. At 45° F, the room was just right for Slade. Her golden skin felt like fire to the touch, and Damion knew that even though Slade could take it to about 35° F, she wasn't saying anything because Damion was there.

"The last thing I need is you getting a cold." The purr vibrated through her chest and Damion's fingers. '…because of me.'

Lids closing over topaz eyes, a smile bloomed on her face as she caught that understood yet very much un-said part at the end. "Good night Slade." She responded sleepily. What she got in rely was a soft cat-like purring deep within the chest she was snuggled against; a purr that the snowy haired female could keep up for hours on end and never stop, if she wanted. Not even sleep could stop it. Damion knew this because the animal-like woman had done it to put her to rest so many times in her childhood.

The last thing she remembered as she fell asleep was how happy she was to have such an adventurous life.

A/N: So what do you think about the top wanted cons? Tell me about any ideas about what you think is going on. I'll bet that you won't have a clue.

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