(Thanks again for all the reviews. You guys are great.
I am keeping the name hate vs love. I have finally included some dialogue. And I also "meshed" 2 scenes together – Rose Z – the 2 main scenes between Riddick and Kyra.

Pls continue R & R…it really helps a lot.

Btw, I thought that by writing a fanfic I would get Riddick out of my system, but I feel like I am getting more obsessed. Is or did anyone else go through this kinda stuff? Pls tell me I am not alone…)

It takes four of them to even come near me. But they should know that I will make them pay.

I can't believe this guy thinks he will actually pat me down and find knives. I hide them well. Now that he thinks I don't have any, the fucker grabs my ass. Don't they ever learn?

Jack. That's my girl. She has knives in her boots. She knows how to use them and where to use them. She did not just stab the man's groin, she also twisted her foot so that the wound would not close.

She is really quick. Her kicks and punches are flying. Most importantly, she is using the guards' weight against them. But I am worried. Her face looks like she is enjoying it. Maybe she has become me.

Shit. They all managed to get me on to the floor. I should have focused on them instead of on my rage. Why couldn't I be like Riddick? His anger makes him more calm and more concentrated. I have to keep on moving. But their grip is too strong. And it's only becoming stronger.

Riddick. He is coming. I can feel him. And his anger.

"I don't think she likes to be touched", Riddick grumbled as he came out of the dark sipping tea.

"Just leave before you get hurt. This is none of your business," said one of the guards.

"This is where you are dead wrong. She is my business. And only mine." Riddick gazed at the guards. His look alone made them reach for their hidden weapons.

"What are you going to do? Kill me with your soup cup?" The guard asked, with a hint of fear.

"Tea cup. I am going to kill you with my tea cup."

Riddick. Only he can kill a person with a tea cup. Why hadn't I thought of that? I am so happy to finally see him. But I wished he didn't have to come to my rescue. I don't want to be a damsel in distress.

The guards are running away. At least now they will leave me alone for a bit.

I am glad that I am wearing my goggles or else Jack would see me checking her out. And not to see if she is hurt. The kid has definitely grown up to be a striking woman. Her big dark eyes are staring at me. Her high cheekbones give her a feline look. Her lips are a crimson red. And her body. It's not the body that passed as a boy's.

She is coming closer to me. I have to look like I don't care. Like if I'm not feeling something. But I want a better look at her.

He finally took off his goggles. Those eyes. I can never forget them. I love seeing them. I hate dreaming about them.

"How do I get eyes like that?" Kyra muttered.

"You have to kill a few people" Riddick shrugged.

"Did that. I even got sent to a slam where I would never see daylight. But there was no doctor who could shine my eyes." Her voice grew more and more cold.

Riddick. How could you have lied to me? How could you leave me? How could you? You fucker.

I caught her hand before it even got near my face. It held a shiv. The smell tells me that it was made out of bone. Human bone. All this hatred for me. Can't she see I was keeping the Mercs off her back? I was helping. I was trying to not make her into me. But that did not work.

He slammed me into the wall. But he actually cradled my head so it didn't get hurt.

"Was anything that you said true?"

"Remember who you are talking to Jack," Riddick said holding Kyra even tighter against the wall.

"I remember really well. The guy who fucking left me when no one else was around."

"At least I didn't sign up with the Mercs," Riddick said slamming his fist into the wall next to Kyra's face. "I told you to stay in New Mecca Jack."

"Jack is dead. She was weak. It's Kyra."

Jack. Kyra. She cut me. The kid had a blade in her mouth and slashed my cheek. I didn't let her go because I was surprised. I let her go because I was impressed. It had been a long time since anyone had done that.

The kid said she killed Jack. Then why do I feel like I helped. Maybe I did not stab her, but I sure as hell gave her the knife.

Riddick. I know that I saw some sign of guilt in his eyes. I also know that he came to get me out. He didn't have to say it. It was just understood. Now I can't stay angry with him. I am trying so hard, but I just can't. I love him too much to hate him.

Jack. Just go and rest because we are leaving soon, and you will need your energy for it. I am getting you out of here.