Chapter 3.
The smell of her fear mingled with fresh blood, woke the raging beast within me.
I know she took my words seriously, for she slumped against my chest. She knows I would like nothing more than to make her bleed.
Letting out a roar, I threw her to the ground and stormed out.
Why should I let her go – She has yet to let go of me.
My steps were wide and strong. Those in my way moved quickly to avoid collision.
Well… all but one.
She is a vial, wretched snake this one. I knew from the first time I met her; this one was one to watch. I also knew she was the push that her cowardly husband needed to attempt to rise that day.
Her cold arm worked its way under mine, as she too headed in the direction of my chambers. That was the last place I wanted to be with this black widow. As beautiful as she is, she does nothing for me. The fact that I know she would like to be the one to bring me down, is also a bit of a turn off.
"My Lord, please allow me to escort you to your chamber. You look stressed." Her icy talon of a finger trailed lightly down my arm. "Did the briefing not please you, My Lord?"
Grunting my response, I tried hard to remove the shrill that echoed in my ears from her voice.
Nearing my quarters, I ripped her hand from my arm, continuing on my way.
Rounding the corner, I saw the back of someone's coat as they entered through my chamber door.
Fucking bitch, I muttered.She thought she could distract me.
Sliding my shiv from its nesting place in my waistband, I gently eased the door open. Whoever it was, was at a complete disadvantage. I had removed every light from inside my quarters.
Looking around, I saw nothing out of place. I furrowed my brow in disbelief. There is no way they could have made their way through without disturbing anything. I smelt the air. It was faint – light and sweet. Like vanilla and… coconut?
I moved further into the room, still nothing. Then…
"I can't hurt you. Not that I would want to."
I turned towards the source, still nothing. As if it came from nowhere.
"Relax big guy. It's only me."
This time it came from behind me. I turned and there she was.
My breath hitched in my chest as she smiled at me.
"Why are you here? In my chambers?" I managed to choke out. Her smile grew.
"Just because I died in the throne room, doesn't mean I am confined there."
When she spoke her lips didn't move, It was as if she were talking to me telepathically.
The smile was still upon her face, but its intensity had faded somewhat.
"Why have you never shown yourself here before now?"
"I figured after Aerion's little display in the throne room, I wanted to be the one to tell you that we roam all of Necropolis."
"We?" What the hell is she talking about?
"There are hundreds of us awaiting our return to the Underverse. Don't worry, I am the only one that visits you here." She stepped closer to me. The vanilla and coconut swimming around in my nostrils.
"She knows about us, but she doesn't understand. She believes we remain here out of choice. And in a way, she is correct. We stay on the ship because of its imminent return to the Underverse."
I nodded, angered at what they have done to her – how they have made her suffer even in death.
"Once we reach the Underverse, we will rise again." She sounded almost happy.
I turned sharply to look at her, unable to believe my ears.
"She's right, you know? Aerion. You should really pay more attention to the Necros. They wish you dead. They're trying to decide who should be the one to bring you down. And she too is on their list."
She spoke of my possible assassination so nonchalantly, the stubble on my head even stood on end.
"Who?" I asked trying to get her to show the emotion that I can see in her eyes as I look at her.
"Oh, you know. Just don't ignore them for much longer, Riddick. As Aerion said… It wouldn't be wise.'"
She finished as she finally passed by me; her arm brushing the hairs on my forearm.
As I turned around, she was gone. I sniffed the air, her scent no longer there.
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