Alec fell backwards as he hit the ground. "Jack? What do you think you are doing?"

Jack smirked. "Riddick thinks he can make a fool out of me. I am stronger than him. I have War on my side, and now, I have you." She smiled towards him, lending out her arm "You will help me, Alec, without knowing it." She pulled him up on his feet.

Alec dusted himself off, then looked down at her. " No, Jack; he is my friend." Alec shuffled backwards.

Jack shrugged. "It's my choice to destroy Riddick."

War smiled. "My beautiful Jack, you're much lovelier when you're ready to kill." He raised his hand to stroke her cheek.

Jack turned to War and slapped his hand away. " I don't want to kill Riddick-- simply… I want I humiliate him in front of everyone."

"Jack…"

She turned back and glared towards him. "Do not use that tone of voice with me, War. You want me, and I know this."

"I--"

She cut him off with a wave of her hand. "I know you War. You're not like the other Gods… you would not help just anyone. You want me; I'm beautiful, I know this. Riddick has me, and you do not want to Riddick to have me? Why would you come to me, otherwise? Does it make you furious to know that he made love to me? That he was inside me, when it could've been you at another time? "

War closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples. If he wasn't obsessed with her, he would've killed her already. How could just one mortal make his head ache worse than a battle, or make his heart swoon when a simple smile was blessed upon him? Even if he wanted to take all of his power and kill her, to watch her bloody body lay on his feet… he couldn't. He loved her more than he wanted to believe. "That is not important Jack, except your happiness…" He sighed and turned his head. "How are you going to humiliate him, Jack? You can not make him too angry, with him knowing it is you."

Jack smirked and tapped a finger to her lips. "Precisely the point of Alec, or at least part of my plan."

"Jack, I can not do that… I won't betray Riddick." Alec shook his head.

She growled. "Can you not put him under your power, or something like that, War?" She turned to him, trying to lower her eyes to the floor. She had to abuse all the power she could. Riddick would not get away with last night, then leaving her. She scowled at her feet. She wouldn't let him… not yet, she almost had him where she needed him.

***

Jack laid down on her bed. It smelled of Riddick, sweat, and blood. She leaned out, stretching her arms. Everything was going so perfectly. Nothing was going to ruin her plans for Riddick. It would all be so perfect… but she just had to get Riddick into bed, and soon. Not that she minded it so much. This way, with her plan, she could fool Riddick into thinking she wanted him… then not. She smiled. He would pay, but he just didn't know how much yet.

She turned on her side. A simple thought crossed her mind. What if perhaps… she did love Riddick? Laughter rumbled out of her mouth. Of course she would never love him. She never loved her own family; Riddick was no better.

"Beautiful…" A voice barely whispered in her ear.

She shivered and turned around to see Riddick, stripped down to only his pants. She touched her hand onto his cheek and the fire burned bright behind her eyes and she dug her finger nails into his cheek, ripping the soft flesh.

He shoved her on her back with a free hand and quickly straddled her body. "Would you like it rough tonight?"

She growled at him. She wanted a fight. She didn't want him to get away unmarred. She needed that for her plan, but it did not mean she wouldn't enjoy this. She traced her fingernails down his chest, outlining the muscles and tweaking his nipples to a point. Her breathing was beginning to become heavy and she looked up at Riddick through heavy-lidded eyes. She shouldn't be feeling like this.

Riddick laughed and quickly moved away from her. "As I said, I can have you whenever I please…" He left the room without another word.

Jack slowly sat up, and stared at the closed door. An unearthly howl slipped past her lips and she knew she woke up the castle, but she didn't care. She wouldn't let Riddick get away with this. She just had Alec where she needed him, now just to bring the baby into play. She screamed again and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind her. She had to get everything done, and soon. Riddick was becoming too cocky, and she didn't like that, well, at least in one sense she didn't, even if she wouldn't admit it to herself.

***

"Riddick, I dismissed your army like you asked."

For a second, it didn't register and he started to walk away, but then, he stopped, turned back to Alec, and stared at him. "What did you say?"

"I dismissed your army. You asked me yesterday."

"No, I didn't."

Alec shook his head. "Yes you did."

"I didn't see you yesterday-- you were with Jacqu--" He turned back to the hallway where he had just left. Jack. She had to be behind this mischief. Slowly, he touched his chin. "I see… well then, call them back then. I was in a state."

Alec nodded, then left.

That bitch Jack. Riddick's eyes narrowed, lo an behold, who walked down the hallway? His lovely wife Jack. " Jacqueline… I think we need to talk."

"Oh?" Her eyebrows raised and she stood, en guard, by the entrance to the room. "Concerning what matters?"

"The matter of you telling Alec to dismiss my army. How you got him to believe that I told him, I can not fathom."

"Not surprising you can't understand it." She smirked.

Riddick charged towards Jack and shoved her against the wall. "You madden me. I'm angry, lustful, and quite revengeful. How are we going to satisfy that?"

"Go slaughter someone, for what you mean to me. I have other things to do." She tried to shove Riddick back, but his arms held her shoulders down, and her head knocked back against the wall. She ignored the pain. "Let me go." Gritting against the pain, she looked up in his eyes.

"Jack…" he paused for a moment, choosing his words purposefully, or perhaps just wanting to scare her a bit more by the tense silence in the hall and the tension that was thick between. Or maybe he was deciding to kill her. He started again, "Jack just because you are my wife doesn't mean I won't hurt you; you're a women too, but you're bloodthirsty. I do not know what you did to Alec, but I will find out."

He let her go, walked back, and brushing his hands off on his pants.

She huffed and turned around.

"Before you go," he grabbed her arms and pulled her back into his arms, "I think you should have a taste of what is to come tonight." He lowered his mouth to her.

The sensations were marvelous. His lips were forceful, but still soft against hers. He effortlessly slide his tongue slowly into her mouth, stroking it against her and causing a soft moan to leak out of Jack's throat, purring against his lips. He cradled her closer in his arms and the electricity intensified between them.

Jack clung to Riddick's chest, her heart beating against her rib cage, and the breathe all but stolen from her chest.

Riddick leaned back and a grin crept on his face. "You can't wait, can you?"

Jack crossed her arms around her chest and huffed. "I don't know what you're talking about Riddick. You're offensive and you attacked my person. Do it again, and you'll be lacking." She glared down at his pants, which were almost a bit tighter.

He laughed. "You wouldn't do that to something you love in you so much Jack."

"I'll ignore that little comment."

"I seem to remember you thinking something was quite big, in fact."

Jack's cheeks turned fiery red, from anger and embarrassment. She turned away from him and stormed out of the room. She had lost this scrimmage with Riddick, but next time, she was sure to win.

***

Xanthe laid down onto her bed of silk and feathers. She stretched for a moment, then rest her head back, thinking of her sister. Jack was a interesting soul, but she was worried she was trying to do something she couldn't accomplish.

"Xanthe!"

The anguished scream of War's voice worried her for a moment, and she quickly ran to the front of her palace. "War?" She looked down and saw War bleeding. "Blood? But ... You are a god, how?"

"Your sister. She was angry that Alec didn't infuriate Riddick and she came to me. She has the knife, Xanthe."

"What knife? What are you babbling about?" Xanthe looked around frantically. "Medea, please go fetch something to help him." She turned to her witch-maid who quickly nodded and scampered away. Xanthe quickly turned back to him, "What are you now?"

"I'm still a god, but I'm dying. She wants to kill me," he stopped then laughed. "No, no, Jack did kill me, soon enough at least. She has an insane scheme."

"About what?"

"Someone named Thanos. Who is that? There is no one in this realm named Thanos. What is she talking about?" War spit up some more blood, and fell back to the floor, clutching his stomach in pain.

"Thanos?" Xanthe quieted, thinking of why the name sounded like something Jack would like. "I have heard Jack use it before, but it escapes me why…"

"It has to be a man, someone that could take down Riddick. She would never use another isles man." War coughed.

Medea ran into the room and started to attend to War's bloody wound. "She is a spiteful bitch."

"She's Jack."

Xanthe frowned. "I should know Thanos. The name-- Jack mentioned it many a times when we were children, when Jack was happy, when she wanted a--" Xanthe's hand flew over her mouth. "Oh by the Gods, please don't say that's what she is saying."

"What?" War looked over to her. "What are you babbling about?"

"Jack is going to be with child, if she is not already! Thanos-- she wanted to name her first born son Thanos. We went to the Oracle, Aurelia, when we were children. Jack was told she would become a great warrior, and her son, Thanos, could help her build beyond her fondest dreams. He would be a strong man, very bold."

"Could it be so soon?"

Xanthe smirked. "You have seen the way that Riddick watches Jack, and I even know that my cold-blooded sister has a fascination with Riddick, whether she would agree or not."

"And I do not agree with you, Xanthe." Jack shoved both of the doors back, one hitting War in the process, knocking Medea out of the way, and the other smashing against the marble walls. "We must talk, sister…" Jack slowly drawled, watching her sister's eyes flash with power, then slowly a smile appeared on Xanthe's face.

Xanthe forced the smile, or maybe she was truly smiling, like almost always. "Of course, Jack, since we must talk of Thanos, your son."

"Yes, my son, no Riddick's. Not ever."

TBC…

A/N: Sorri for the VERY long wait guys… (gals actually :P) but I've been really really busy lately and this story had me tearing what's left of my hair out heh. But I got my muse back, since Riddick likes to leave at very BAD times. He got whapped for that one. Anyways, I really hope you like this chapter, I think it's okay, kinda weird writing because I got confused on what I was doing, but hey, I think it's all back on track now and I will probably have another chapte out by the end of the week, provided you all give me reviews, support, whatever. Just tell me if I'm doing all right.

Thanks to:

Magickal- Thanks : )

DevilWTAWO- Sorri about the confusion, hopefully this cleared up most of it? Thanks!

Ames - So so so sorri for the wait. 81 days is a very long time. I hope you haven't forgotten about this story. :P Thanks!

Ariel - Heh, I love cliffhangers though! : ) Sorri for the wait. Thanks!

Smut Angel - Don't worry about the smut-- it'll be coming soon, and I think I gave you all a nice little taste of some things to come-- some things that go "bump" in the nite. *dies laughing* Sorri, I'm a dork. Sorri about the very long wait for the chapter, I hope it was worth the wait. Thanks!!

I know guys, I'm really really sorri about the wait. Things have been like madness, insane asylum shit and whatever. Sooooooooooo, hopefully, you all will review and I should have a chapter out very soon, which I will start writing today, might even finish depending on how it goes. Thanks for reading and please please please go review!

-Saphi Sparks