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Full Summary: 'Maybe he wouldn't kill her just yet.' She was only meant to be another kill; instead they're both caught up in a cat and mouse hunt and stuck with each other. "Well I sure as hell chose the wrong girl to kidnap." Murder, lust, space-ship chases, fighting for your life and lots and lots of swearing. "I'm bleeding all over my new clothes, being chased by more Mercs than I care to count and I'm on a stolen space-ship. Now I know I'm hanging around with Riddick." Riddick's choice in kills just dragged him smack into another fight that should never have been his.

Pairings: Riddick/OC

Rating: M – swearing and sex scenes

Saviour

Chapter Eight

"We're here."

His voice filled the cockpit as she stared out of the window at the docking bay they had just landed in. It was familiar, like a dream she wanted to forget.

"Hey?"

She felt his hand on her shoulder and she stood up.

"Better go then hadn't we." She said flatly.

He shook his head as he followed her out of the cockpit and into the hanger. There was a crowd waiting for them. Armed guards had their guns trained on them, one knee on the ground in a semi-circle around them. A dozen guards approached them with heavy chains, Eleayna shot a look at Riddick who raised his eyebrows and held his hands out to them. Obviously he could escape these chains easily.

Regal looking people in long elegant robes were moving towards them behind the guards. One of them said something in a commanding voice to the guards and they lowered their guns and got to their feet in unison.

The oldest looking member of the long-robe-clan took a step forward towards her and opened his hands out to her.

"My lady."

He sank to his knees before her with his hands cupped in front of his bent forehead as though offering her something.

"You… err what now?"

The guards behind the man were also kneeling in the same position as Eleayna shot a thoroughly confused glance around the room.

"My lady."

Eleayna jerked her head up and took a fumbled step backwards almost falling over in her haste as she surveyed the new arrival. He seemed to be gliding towards her but she knew he must really be walking, the fact that his deep green velvet robes trailed along the floor and covered his feet gave the odd impression he had none. He had a wreath of golden interlocking leaves resting on his shock of pure white hair and his arms were extended towards her lovingly.

"I think you got the wrong girl here."

He shook his head, smiling and watching her as she took an unconscious step closer towards Riddick. The soldiers had risen to their feet now and were once more keeping guard and the kneeling man at her feet rose and bowed low, backing away while still bent double.

"Ah child, you finally return to us."

He was still advancing on her, his arms remaining outstretched towards her as though he expected her to throw herself into them.

"Return? I have no idea what you're talking about I ain't never been on this planet before."

He shook his head and finally lowered his arms, locking his fingers together and surveying her almost sadly.

"So sad, so sad that you remember nothing of the past. Of who you really are."

Eleayna was more confused than ever as the man lowered his head a little before looking back up at her.

"OK, I'm officially freaked out now, let's go."

She turned her back on the man, her fingers working at the lock on her chains until it clicked her hands were free, Riddick had released himself a while ago.

"Nikita."

Eleayna froze halfway across the room and Riddick shot an impatient look at her, watching as she slowly turned to face the man who was moving towards them.

"What did you just say?"

Her whisper seemed to fill the silence of the cavernous room as she stared wide-eyed at the man now standing before her once more.

"Nikita. It is your true name."

She shook her head and took a step back as the man reached out a hand towards her shoulder.

"No." All colour had faded from her face and she was trembling violently. "It was my mother's name."

The man nodded sadly and sighed, lowering his outstretched arm to his side as he watched her take a shaking step back from him.

"It was… yes it was, and it is yours."

She shook her head again; her eyes were darting wildly around the room. Riddick walked up behind her and placed a steadying hand between her shoulder blades, she calmed a little and he watched as her hand unconsciously clutched at the chain around her throat.

"No."

The man nodded looking miserable.

"It is the name our Queen must always bear."

Eleayna jumped visibly and turned even paler than Riddick would have thought possible, he let his hand drop from her back as his eyes darted around the room quickly; they had to get out of here as soon as possible.

"Queen?"

Eleayna's croak sounded much higher than her normal voice and she swallowed against the block in her throat as the man nodded.

"Oh child. You must understand you are so much more than what you think. This entire planet belongs to you."

She stared at him, her lips white and her entire body trembling violently; she looked about to faint.

"You are now and have always been a Princess of this planet. It was to be your brother's burden to rule when your father could no longer. They knew that, that's why your family were murdered; so he could rule. He didn't count on your escape though."

Riddick froze when he felt Eleayna's ice-cold hand clutching at his; her fingers were gripping his with bone-breaking force as the man spoke. Instinctively Riddick linked their fingers together.

"The ruling now falls to you, and your betrothed."

His use of the last word seemed to snap Eleayna back to reality and colour suddenly flooded her cheeks, anger exploding inside her and coupling with the hate she had felt for so long.

"It's not true!"

The man nodded sadly, seeming to have expected this reaction.

"It's all bullshit!"

Before anyone could say anything she had yanked her hand away from Riddick's and was racing across the room and through the huge doors, out into the night.

Eleayna had been wandering around the grounds of her so-called 'palace' for about an hour when she found the Royal Mausoleum. It was down a little path and separated from the rest of the gardens by tall trees in a circle around it. She broke the lock on it with her shiv and kicked the door in unceremoniously, feeling a little satisfaction when it opened with a loud crack.

She forced her way through the door that was now hanging off its hinges and made her way into the dark crypt.

"Lights."

Flickering torches lit up along the walls and she moved down the sloping path. The air got colder with every step she took until she reached an elaborately decorated room. The walls were engraved and there were huge vases of flowers and incense was burning, but she didn't notice any of that. She was staring at the names engraved into the headstones. It was her parents. King and Queen.

She shook her head, tears stinging her eyes until she could barely see.

"I hate you." She whispered. "I hate you."

Her eyes blurred and she screamed at the headstones. Throwing the vases at them until they shattered she screamed at them for leaving her, for not being strong enough to live. When she was done the chamber was pretty much destroyed. Flowers were strewn across the floor with pieces of broken vase crunching under her feet as she leant over so she could look at the engraved images of her parents.

"You couldn't even tell me… you were pathetic." She whispered to them.

She turned on her heel and marched out of the room.

Riddick prowled down the corridor. He could smell her presence so he knew she was close by, he could also smell her tears. He found her sitting on the edge of a balcony railing with a bottle of strong alcohol in her hands, staring at the distant horizon through the rain.

"You've been crying." He said from the shadows.

She didn't move an inch and he knew she had noticed his appearance the second he got there.

"Give me some of that."

She glared at him before handing over the bottle. He gulped some down and handed it back to her.

"It's true then."

She nodded, laughing mirthlessly and brushing her hair out of her eyes absently.

"Oh yeah… I'm a royal princess." She snorted, taking a huge gulp of the alcohol.

They sat in silence for a while, she sniffled a little but she didn't cry again.

"I should go sleep, I guess." She finally said. "I suppose I've got some royal thing to do tomorrow."

He stared at her for a moment before climbing down from the railing and lifting her down besides him.

"I'll walk you."

She stared at him surprise before nodding and following him down the corridor. They were about to enter her section of the palace when they were stopped by the guards.

"Milady, I'm afraid you can't."

Eleayna stared at the solider who swallowed and took a rather nervous step backwards under her gaze.

"You cannot be alone with any man until you are married." She gaped at him. "It is our law."

Eleayna turned to look at Riddick who was watching her through the safety of his goggles. She nodded and lowered her hand from his arm where it had been resting.

"Ma'am."

She turned irritably to look at the man that had greeted them earlier.

"The royal dress fitters are here."

She scowled and stomped into her chambers, a woman with armfuls of coloured robes following her.

Riddick was awake before the door even opened; it slid open smoothly with no resistance so it was someone who had access to all areas around this place. A hooded figure entered his room and stood to the side of the door, at the end of his bed. He could see the figure's outline perfectly even as they ordered the lights to spring to life, albeit dimly. He was out of bed in a second, the loose trousers he had procured barely balancing on his hips and leaving his chest bare. He was about to wrench the hood down so he could see the person's face when they lifted their head.

He saw a flash of red and he froze, slowly lowering his hand back to his side as two pale hands reached up to either side of the hood and gradually lowered it. Crimson hair was pulled up in an elaborate silver headdress that circled her head and across her forehead. He didn't say anything as she took a step back from him and turned away, crossing the room to stare out of his window.

"I stopped and turned back once. I asked myself what I was doing all the way down here." He watched her in silence. "And you know what; I still have no fucking idea."

He continued to watch her, the moonlight filtering through the patterned white fabric that fell straight to the floor to cover the windows bathing her in a white glow. As he watched the curtains billowed suddenly inwards hiding her from his view, when they drifted calmly back to their original position she had turned around to face him.

"You'll get arrested if they find you here."

She nodded consideringly at his words and he cocked his head to the side, she took a step towards him.

"And you'll be killed if they see I'm with you."

He barely inclined his head in acquiescence, the curtains flickering inwards again and half covering her body for a moment until it was just her eyes staring at him. She stepped through the curtain towards him until she was so close he could have reached out and touched her, he didn't. She unclasped the elaborate silver fastening at the top of her cloak just under her chin, the dark silky material puddled at her feet. He scanned her from head to toe; the thin gauzy material of her nightdress fell to just above her knees in a delicate flowing drop, baring her long smooth legs which looked browner than ever under the snowy white silk.

"Since when did that ever stop us?"

He raised an eyebrow at her and she took a step towards him, delicately lifting her legs over the fallen cloak. He didn't move as she approached; except to take in the wildly flickering pulse beating at her throat. She swallowed against her dry mouth and he watched her throat almost curiously. As though she was deliberating something she stared at him blankly for a moment before leaning forwards and pressing her lips against his. He smiled against their pressure before returning her kiss; she had never kissed him before, he had always kissed her when he felt like it.

She felt one of his large warm hands at the small of her back; his other slowly drew one of the thin straps of her nightdress down her arm. When the strap could move no further he glided his hand down the remainder of her arm, catching her wrist and drawing her arm up until her hand touched the back of his neck. Their lips never parted once. He could feel her frantically beating heart against his chest as her other arm moved to join the one at his neck, her fingertips lightly stroking and occasionally scratching at a sensitive spot he never knew he had there.

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