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His eyes were more menacing than she had ever seen. She was quite sure that she had finally pushed him to the edge. A little smirk escaped her face and the blade pressed tighter into her throat.

"You…" He didn't say anything else.

"Lack of words today, Riddick?"

Riddick shot her a dirty glare and pulled himself off of her. Stalking towards the corner, he grabbed the wench by her hair. "Do you understand who this wench is?"

Jack ignored him for a moment, sorting herself out and standing up. She brushed herself off and then took a long look at the girl. "Should I?"

"Your deceased husbands sister."

Jack's eyes widened. How did Riddick know about him? She thought… she just thought that know one knew. Not more than a handful of people even knew about him. All who did were in her full confidence. Her… Jack started to feel sick. Jack couldn't think. The past. The things she tried to hide. She knew she couldn't hide for too long. But why now, why did he have to bring this up now?

Kiril… The one who changed me.

Long before, her name was not Jack. She was Jacqueline. She was the adored daughter of the king. Even though she was not the first born, nor a son, her father pampered her above all. She knew that he reminded her of her mother. He favored her because he missed her so dearly.

"Jacqueline?"

She looked up from her books and saw her Father's smiling face. "Father, do you need me?"
"How are you doing?"

She smiled, pushing a lock of long blond hair behind her ears. "Wonderful father. These books; you should have not gotten them for me."

He sat down on the bed, next to her. "There is nothing better for my daughter."

Jacqueline leaned down on a hand, tilting her head and watched him for a moment. She knew that something was on his mind, but she wouldn't press the issue any further. Her father loved her dearly, but she had a knack for inviting his anger.

"Jacqueline," he took her hand and held it in his own, "I need you to do something for me. You will not be pleased to here it, but I must."

She stared at him for a moment, but simply answered, "You may ask anything of me, Father."

"I," he stopped and cleared his throat. His free hand rubbed the back of his neck. "I have made arrangements for a marriage."

She slowly took in a breath as her hands started to sweat. She didn't want to be married, she knew it instantly, but her father had never asked anything of her and always provided the best. "I see. To who?"

"Lord Kiril. He owns lands over on the islands of Arcamenel. He has expanded to take parts North of my lands. He would like to combine our areas."

She nodded and lowered her head. "Whatever you wish, Father, I shall do."

"Jacqueline…I…" He shook his head and then held both of her hands in his. "Thank you, child. You will make me proud."

"I shall, Father, I shall."

The weeks before her impending marriage, she had seen and spoken to Lord Kiril once. He wasn't a pleasant man, but she expected nothing of the sort. Royal families often had to enter into contracts that weren't pleasing for both sides. Jacqueline knew that this would only be one of many for her family. In spite of what she had said to her father, she had wished that Xanthe would have been called to do this. However, she was much, much too young.

Jacqueline had retired to her room for the evening. Her maids had come and gone. Jacqueline finally could enjoy her peace and quiet. She didn't know what to expect. The life that she would soon lead, somewhere else far away from her father.

A soft knock on her door woke her from her daydreaming, and she made her way to the door. "Who is it?" She called softly.

"It's only me, Xanthe."

She opened the door and let her enter. "Why aren't you asleep?"

Xanthe peered up at her older sister, twisted her foot onto the stone ground. With each movement, her long nightgown twisted with her. "I… I'm nervous."

"Why, sister?"

"I…" Xanthe sighed and walked past her sister, making her way to the balcony.

Jacqueline followed closely, always knowing that her sisters words would ring true. Only a few possessed with Xanthe could see, and she was privy to information that know one else could know. "What's wrong? Why are you worried? Is it about this silly marriage?"

Xanthe turned back from the railing. "Jacqueline, this man… he's not who you want."
"Of course not!" Jacqueline smiled. "I am not doing this of my own accord, Father asked me to. I can not turn away from him, can I?"

"Well, no, of course not, but Jacqueline, you must take caution. I know he will lead you into something you can't understand. He'll change you." Xanthe's eyes were filling with tears.

Jacqueline pulled her sister into her arms. "Xanthe, I don't want you to worry about me . There is nothing to be worried about." Jacqueline looked down into her eyes and knew there was more.

"You tell me that now as if I do not know what I speak." Her face turned a bright pink and tears started to fall. "I may be in a child's body, but I am a gifted soul. Do not forget that."

"I do not, but I think you may just be scared."

Xanthe shook her head and walked away, further down the balcony. "Please, heed my warnings. Take care in what you do. You will change the course of time with whichever path you take. I do not know which is better, but all I know is that you hold a lot in your hands."

Jacqueline laughed. "Come now, sister, believe me when I say I will be fine."

"Do you promise?"

"Of course. Nothing will change me."

However, those words she spoke meant nothing as her marriage brought her into the distant lands of Arcamenel. Lord Kiril was old, probably the same age as her father. He was a graying man with a large soft belly. She had not been visited by him in her chambers. She was given nothing. She had nothing and she missed her family dearly. But she had to do this for her father. The only man she trusted.

"Lady Jacqueline?"
She looked over at the servant who approached her in the gardens. She had learned to spend most of her days away from the castle, looking out onto the far distant waters that kept her from her family. She needed to be home, but all she could do was watch and hope for something more. It comforted her to believe that one day she might be able to go home.

"Lady Jacqueline?"

She looked back to him again. "Yes?"

"Lord Kiril requests your presence."

She nodded. "I shall be there shortly." She stood up from the bench, brushing her skirts, and made her way to the inside of the castle. Jacqueline never knew that it would be the last time she saw the sunlight.

To Kiril, disobedience constituted almost living. Within the past weeks, he had made a list of things that she had done that annoyed him. And now, as he looked at her, he simply said, "It's time for you to pay."

The guards had pulled her to a downstairs chamber where she joined the rest of the prisoners. And after she had been stripped to her bare essentials, her world went black.

The next time she awoke, she was lying in a pool of her own blood. She had been curled up in a corner. Jacqueline started to feel around, trying to find the source of the blood. When she did, she cried out in pain. Her back had been sliced from the tip of her spine to her lower back. It was fresh, bloody, and oozing. The pain was indescribable as she let out a cry of pain.

The steel bar doors opened and Kiril stepped forward. "Have you learned your lesson yet?"

Jacqueline felt the hatred for this man burn so brightly she almost got up, but couldn't. Oh, by the gods she only wanted to see her family again. She wanted her father to murder this man. No, she wanted to. She wanted to torture him for this. Her body was torn into pieces with bruises lining her arms and legs. She just wanted comfort. Instead of anything she wished to do, she quietly answered, "Yes M'lord."

With those words, two guards stepped past him and picked her up. Jacqueline felt her back tearing in to as the slow healing wound split again. A whimper escaped her throat, but she kept as quiet as possible as they dragged her back up stairs.

Jacqueline was laid in her bed where a fever raged her body for weeks. Some were certain that she wouldn't live through the winter, but she proved them wrong. Feverish dreams lent to her healing. She thought only of her sister, her brother who had disappeared into distant wars, and her father. She only wished dearly to see her father again.

Her strength returned slowly, but the scar stayed. She couldn't face herself in the mirror anymore. In spite of herself, she remained loyal to Kiril for a few months. But one could only take so much before nothing else mattered.

That day was her sister's birthday. The sun was high in the sky when she remembered what day it was and what she would be missing at home. Tears slid down her tears, dampening her dress as she sat alone in her room. Only the thoughts of her kept her going.

"Lady Jacqueline." A servant walked into the room. "Lord Kiril requests your presence in his chambers."

Jacqueline nodded and got up from the bed, following the servant to what she was sure to be her impending death. As soon as the door closed behind her and she saw Kiril sitting alone. She felt a devious spark in her body. She felt the need, the desire. The rage. "M'lord, you asked to see me?"

"Yes." He turned from his chair. "I'm very pleased with your changes, Jacqueline. I see my message got through to you."

The dagger. Her mind couldn't focus on a word he spoke, she just nodded in agreement. If only she could take that and twist it slowly in his gut. She would laugh as he bled to death on the floor. She would step on his face with her feet and crush his nose, loving the noise of the bones snapping and popping. Her body raged with a fire and before she knew it, the dagger was in her hand.

"Jacqueline what do you--"

She pressed into the soft flesh of his neck first, walking him back to the wall. "I am Princess Jacqueline, daughter of King Andreas. There is no man above him and you will not be my lord anymore." She pressed the knife into the soft fleshy tendons on his neck, watching the blood spurt.

Spots splashed on her face as the veins exploded. He couldn't see as the blade moved from his throat to his belly and she twisted. The revenge, the blood; it all felt so good. She loved every moment. She loved the feeling of destruction.

Then he dropped. She watched him as he struggled on the ground, trying to pull the blade that had been wedged between his ribcage. She pulled her foot above his face, watched him for just a moment, then stamped. She heard his muffled screams under her foot. She laughed, screamed, and cried.

She was finally going to be able to go home.

But not yet… not yet.

She knew that there was no way she would get out alive. Not after murdering their lord. She knew that she would have to destroy all of them. All of them would have to pay for letting this happen. Each and every last one of them would suffer the same fate.

By the end of her time at in Arcamenel, Jacqueline had changed. She had turned into something new. Something worse. But in spite of herself, she wouldn't let her family know. She looked back at the burning island. She couldn't let anyone ever know about this. She wouldn't, not yet.

Jacqueline made it back to Sybil. Joy bubbled in her throat as she finally saw her beloved castle. She had traveled for days on foot, no food for the last few. She tried to start running towards it but her feet hurt too bad to move any quicker. "Someone, help!" She fell to her knees. She couldn't move anymore, but she could hope someone would find her before she died. She only wanted to see her family once more.

She did. When she finally awoke, her whole family was around her. Xanthe was standing to her right, while her father held her hand on the left. Her brother stood pacing the room. Her eyes looked around and no one noticed for a moment.

Xanthe turned. "Jacqueline? Jacqueline! You're awake! Oh, by the gods, my prayers!"

Her father turned and saw her wide eyes. "Jacqueline? My child, what happened?" Her brother now stood to the right of her father, his face filled with concern and anger.

"I…" She knew she couldn't tell them the truth. What had happened there needed to stay there. She wouldn't let them know, not now. But, she had to think of something. "They were attacked. I was sent on a ship back here. I was the only one saved."

"But your back! What happened?"

She looked at her sister and shook her head against the pillow. "I don't know. I only remember running. When I awoke, I was on a boat close to Sybil. I had been sent here."

"Thank the gods." Her brother smiled at her.

"Otis… you came back!"

He nodded. "I was sent news that you had returned with vicious wounds. I wanted to make sure whoever had done this had paid."

She wanted to assure them they all did. One by one their deaths had been a new beginning for her. "I'm.. I'm just glad to be here again."

All the while Jack had gone through her memories, she had turned away from both of them. Her hands had instinctively touched the scar that haunted her back. Everyone thought it was from a bad skirmish, but she knew. She knew who had really caused her disfigurement. As these memories came forth, she was fueled by knowledge and hatred. Jacqueline looked to Riddick first, then the wench. She spat on the girl and said, "Kill her."

Riddick flashed her a sadistic grin.

She almost wanted to walk away, but she couldn't. "No, let me." She went towards the wench and pulled her up by her hair. "It's your end now."

TBC…

Note: Wow… two years since I've done anything. But nonetheless, I hope you guys like this and I do apologize but I got burnt out on Riddick for awhile there. I'm going to try to finish up all these stories and be done with them. To all of you who've reviewed two years ago, thanks so much for the support. To the new ones and Ariel, you brought me back. So, if you like it, tell me, if not, tell me. Just tell me something! I hope this is as good as I think it is. Anyway, I hope you had fun and I will hopefully be finishing this up by the end of the month.

-Saphi