Been a while, huh? I don't think I can explain my absence any better than simply 'writers block'. I'm still not very happy with the way things are turning out, but I'm betting on the fact that if I start writing again, I'll get back into the swing of things. So, here is the next installment. I hope you enjoy.

Riddick sat at the edge of the chair, fingers pressed into his temples, eyes squeezed shut tightly, trying to will away his sudden throbbing headache. He wasn't quite sure what had brought it on, but he was betting it was restrained in the other room.

A sudden loud beeping roused him from his thoughts and forced his eyes open. INCOMING MESSAGE, INCOMING MESSAGE. The computer repeated to speak until Riddick stood and crossed the room towards the screen. He paused before stepping on it, and suddenly regretted his decision when the pale face of Ciricose appeared before him.

" Ah, Mr. Riddick. Not who I was expecting. I assume if your running free on the ship then Ms. Black is currently…indisposed?" A smile spread across Ciricoses non-existent lips. " Or perhaps not. Regardless."

Riddick crossed his arms and kept his expression placid. " What do you want?" he growled, his voice so unlike the smooth poison of his opposite.

" Ah, how rude of me. Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Ciricose Arula. And what I want, Mr. Riddick, is you." He said slowly and deliberately.

Riddick only snorted, " A lot of people want me."

" Yes, but not for the same reasons as I. It is not money Mr. Riddick, that I seek. I care not for the bounty on your head." Ciricose replied, shadows thrown across his face. The hood of his cloak concealing only a portion of his face, and in the darkness his eyes quickly flashed like a cats.

" It is your blood that I need, Mr. Riddick. Your very life force that will feed mine. You see," He began, his voice less friendly, growing darker and not so smooth around the edges. " I am a creature of the night, just as yourself. Though I did not become one in the darkness of any slam, I was born a creature of the night. A vampire, if you will. I hunt and feed on your kind. Though," he paused and gave a sort of chuckle, " Not your kind. For you are the last of your race…and it is that very reason that I need your blood, Mr. Riddick." He pulled away his hood and light spilled over his entire face, revealing milky white flesh stretched taught over sharp features and eyes as black as coal.

Riddick frowned slightly, a chink in his armor. But he couldn't help it. He might have laughed at the idea of this guy being a 'vampire', but when he mentioned his 'race', it caught Riddick off guard. He knew nothing about his past, his earliest memories being nothing more than moving from one foster house to another.

" What do you know about me?" he asked suspiciously.

Ciricose laughed and two small fangs appeared. " More than you I deduce." He paused and narrowed his eyes. " You have no idea who you are, do you Mr. Riddick?" he asked.

Kyra pulled at her restraints but to no avail. But the sound of the incoming message quieted her down and she quite her struggling to eavesdrop on the conversation. She couldn't understand every word, as it came to her ears muffled and distorted, but a knot still began to form in the pit of her stomach.

" I'm sure by now you realize I am tracking you. A simple little device really, but quite effective." Ciricose began off topic. " I will be boarding your ship soon, so I don't think there is problem in revealing your past, telling you a few things. I enjoy educating."

Riddick could feel his jaw clenching as he stopped himself from putting his fist thought the screen. He felt like he was simply toying with him.

But he spoke.

" Furion." it was a single word.

" Furion?" Riddick repeated it, and it was then that the whole world seemed to slow. There was no sound, no movement, but light began to spread around Riddick, bright and warm. It wrapped around him and he closed his eyes quickly as the light became suddenly overbearing. But something willed his eyes to open and he was staring at Her. The woman stood nearly as tall as Riddick, an Amazonian goddess with long golden braids and skin the color of caramel. She was dressed in leathers and furs and she stared at Riddick with eyes intense as they were lovely. She spoke and it was as if her mouth moved faster than her words came out.

" Riddick. Find me." Her words echoed around him, and he watched her, the light no longer bothering his sensitive eyes. She reached out a thin and defined hand. Riddick made no movement as she placed her hand on his chest. Her handed rested against his skin and it was filled with energy so powerful, Riddick was suddenly thrown backwards with the impact. And with that it was as if the world were a rubber band and it quickly snapped back into reality where Riddick was left breathless and on his knees.

Ciricose was taken back as Riddick grabbed the chair for support and looked up at the screen. His eyes glowed magnificently, but it was something dangerous in that glow, more than ever now. Riddick felt as if he was suddenly infused with something greater and much more powerful than himself. There was a longing, a pulling, a tugging deep down within in him that he had never experienced before.

" Mr. Riddick?" Ciricose asked, apprehension edging into his voice.

" I can find my own answers, asshole." he growled and smashed his fist into one of the communicators, causing Ciricose to disappear into static.

He wasn't quite sure what had just happened, but he ripped open his shirt and there, imprinted into his chest was a glowing handprint.

Kyra scooted out of the way as Riddick walked into the cock pit, his shirt gone, his tan skin gleaming with a thin layer of sweat. But with his back to her, she could tell that something had changed. She licked her lips and spoke, but her voice was not as strong as she hoped. " Riddick?" she asked and he quickly twirled to face her and she couldn't help the gasp that escaped her. When he turned, it was as if his mere presence filled the cockpit. There seemed to be a glow coming from him, an ebbing, flowing energy just above the surface of his skin. Kyra met his stare, and it was no longer frightening. She stared into the glow and it was as if she was being dragged into him. She felt herself drowning in his gaze. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She tried again and her words were more of an utter than anything.

" What the hell is going on?" She asked.

" We're going to Furia." He stated as he turned and began setting the course.

" Where?" Kyra asked in confusion.

Riddick paused, turning his head towards her slightly. " Home…"

Blah, it's been a while. Be gentle.