A/N: Sorry Everyone for the long wait, Writers Block along with things in life and I just couldn't seem to get this chapter done. It's not done yet...it would have been way to long and too ever longer to get it done if I decided to wait until I was completely finish with it. Either way I think you will enjoy this. I pretty much know where I want to go from here so the other chap shouldn't take me too too long.

Thank you to everyone who took the time to read my lil fic and gave a review! :) Special Thanks to jenefaner like always for the reviews and the push to keep me writing! Thanks! :)

'NO!' It was screamed in her head, echoing louder and louder until she swore she could hear it with her own ears. The screaming in her head from herself was competing with the clicking noises that rose just as loud and closer...so very close.

Her eyes frantically searched the dark room around her, visions of the pale hammer-head monsters with endless razor teeth and just as sharp long pointy claws dipped in and out of view. Her head snapped one way then another as her fingers dug into the sheets of the bed, while beads of sweat broke all over her skin.

"Turn the lights back on." She whispered, scared to draw the monsters in their direction. She couldn't separate the fear of the man upon her from that of the pale lurkers around about them. Right then and there she would rather deal with a man than things from her mind.

Riddick stared down at her with confusion, something was going on inside her head. The look she was giving him, what she gave him a few seconds ago it wasn't the usual fear he seen from woman before when he revealed himself. She saw his eyes before, she knew who he was, but there was something else going on too...

"What are you talking about?" He asked slowly in his deep rumbling voice.

She looked at him panicked on the verge of raven hysterics. "Turn the fucking lights on!"

Inside a clawing and biting Jack was trying to break loose from the death grip Kyra had onto her. Her hand clutched over the bald girls mouth as the other wrapped around her throat in a head lock. Jack fought like a caged animal kicking and lashing out with her hands, fingers gashing long cuts into the skin of Kyra in their fucked-up mind.

Wildly Kyra bucked up trying to throw the man off her and escape the noises, escape both kinds of monsters in the room. "Get the fuck off me!"

At the same time the skinny bald kid elbowed Kyra hard in the side, the woman doubled over from the pain giving Jack the opportunity she needed to escape the mental hold and come to the forward surface of her mind where she knew she could use their special bond, their special connection to communicate.

'RIDDICK!'

Clear as a siren blaring off an alarm, Jack's voice entered and could be heard in his head ringing through the cavern of his brain. His head whipped to attention at the girl trying to escape from beneath him.

"Jack?" He growled as if the girl was in some type of danger.

Kyra froze at the name that parted from his lips and stared at him, he knew who she was. This was bad!

'Shut the fuck up!'

He could hear Kyra's voice shouting to the kid and felt as Jack's presence was pulled from his mind only leaving her screaming protest behind. Instinctively his hand reached up ripping the veil from the woman's face as her body jumped from his actions.

His brows frowned together as he looked at her confused. "Kyra?"

So much was swirling in the dark pit of his soul, Kyra was actually alive, she died in his arms, but she was right here in the flesh, breathing, heart beating crazy in her chest. Yet, she was different not like before. He shouldn't have been able to discern two people from her, it was as if she had split in two. The girl Jack resided in her mind while the woman Kyra was the thing he saw before him.

She scrambled to her hands and knees to get away but was yanked back beneath him bringing her face to his furious one.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why didn't you try to contact me..." He deeply raged out in one breath, shaking her shoulders to stop her from fighting against him.

She kept up her assault, squirming like an eel and kicking wildly to get away. He growled in pain as her nails dug deeply into his flesh drawing bright red trickles of blood from the wounds. With one strong hand he grabbed up her own, pinning them up above her head as he closed the distance between their faces.

His voice was dark, silver pools demanding her not to look away from the clash of silver and green. Like a breath slipping from ones mouth, Kyra could feel the intrusion of his soul sliding past the fleshy barrier of her body and brushing against the utmost inner region to where her soul resided. She squirmed not out of revulsion or even because the feeling was unpleasant.

She had to admit it was strange...she didn't know how he was doing this and why it seemed so effortless for him to do it with her. The feeling was like the slightest touch of fingers sliding down skin...almost a tickle but none the less pleasurable. She was overwhelmed by the sensation and couldn't help but give a sigh inside from the sensation he was bringing out in her.

Riddick forgetting his anger rubbed his face against the side of hers like a cat, nose inhaling her scent, something he didn't realized how much he missed, as his fingers massaged into her captured hands.

"Why are you fighting against me?" Voice deep, almost a purr like from a huge beast...warmth smothered with liquid honey.

It reached every dark space inside licking trails of fire she never felt from any man. What was he doing? Was he trying to seduce her? He was definitely pushing the feeling of comfort through her mind to ease her from the fear of the pitch darkness around them.

'Still afraid of the dark, lil girl.'

There was a smile in his voice that still irked her but she was too wrapped up in what he was doing to her to care much. He pushed further into her mind, a sticky task to get past her hard strung defenses as one by one she slowed him down with one mental block after another. If it was anyone else they wouldn't be able to get past but he wasn't just anyone else. His hand pushed aside the skirt from her thigh to brush his fingers along her skin, sliding them ever closer to the triangle between her thighs.

'Admit it Dickie boy, you're growing hard just thinking about it.'

The beast within taunted.

'Shut the fuck up! I'm just helping her...I'm keeping her mind off the dark.'

Riddick could feel its breath tickle against one ear. 'Sure you are...' then the other. 'You want her...you want to fuck her so bad your Johnson is nearly on the brink of ripping through your pants...

'Can't say I blame you though...after all she isn't a little girl anymore. Is she, Dickie boy?'

The beast's fading laughter hung in the air as Riddick's glowing merculian orbs stared down upon closed eyes and serene face that twitched every now and than from the pleasure of their connection. 'So beautiful.'

He spoke more to himself as if trying to believe the words he spoke. "I don't see her that way...She'll always be Jack to me, bald fucking kid from Helium Prime. Trying to be a boy... to keep the monsters away..."

His voice was low, heavy with lust as he was over taken by the connection between them...he was drowning in the same tide that took her for a ride. What was it about her that was so easy to push his soul to intermingle with her own? She felt like a glove...a missing puzzle piece...a part of him he thought he had lost forever.

"What are you doing to me, Jackie girl?" Riddick whispered into her ear, lips pressed against soft skin, inhaling the very essence of her.

Kyra moaned and grinned against him in reply, begging with a girl like voice. "Please..."

Her hands once again escaped his hold and was upon his bare chest through the open of his leather cloak, rubbing the tone valley of chiseled muscles. She was making him weak, his strong defenses were crumbling and trying to remember the fact that this was Jack, the bald girl he saved so many years ago was doing nothing to save him.

He couldn't mistake her pleads for anything else than what it was...a burning need only which he could satisfy and he definitely had the right tool for the job. He could hear his beast sinisterly chuckle inside his head but he didn't care he wanted her...he needed to have her...to make him complete.

Instinctively on their own accord his hand ripped the green bustier from her chest, exposing her taunt, creamy breasts and perked nipples that harden from the cool air and excitement. His large, rough hand enclosed over one mound, squeezing until he heard her moan with delight causing a jump from his hard shaft.

His head dipped to her throat, kissing, biting a path of small purple bruises down her long slender neck to the valley between her breasts that laid plump against his face. Losing himself in the heat of the lust, his hand slips between her thigh, fingers into to her hot, wet channel. Every nerve in his body shocked with electricity as he felt the passion that throbbed through her body.

She panted, body arching into his hand as his fingers became more insistent and her own skin felt much to heavy and hot to wear much longer. Every never was tightening and she felt she would burst in flames or explode from the ministries his hand was doing between her legs.

"No...I..." Kyra groaned fighting fruitlessly against the emotions rising up inside, scared of the high...the shooting star feeling that was overcoming her.

"Shh...Kyra." Riddick crooned in her ear just as caught up in her oncoming release. "Just let go...Cum for me, baby girl. Forget all about the monsters in the dark...I'm here."

'Riddick?'

Came a frighten, confused voice that he knew instantly and felt as if a bucket of ice cold water was thrown on his body. "Shit."

In his mind's eye, he could see his bald-headed girl, Jack, her face hurt and mixed with disgust toward him. And right at that instant he felt like a sick-motherfucker, the way she must be seeing him as at that point. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"

'What are you doing to me?'

'Jack...I-'

Kyra appeared in his head, wrapping her arms around her younger self and pulling her back to the prison in her head. "Leave her alone!"

Her hands grabbed around his head and tapping into his other worldly powers, she commanded the power source. "Lights on!"

Riddick opened his merculian eyes in time to Kyra spitting in his face, anger now replaced the expression of ecstasy that wrapped her features a moment ago. She wanted blood, it was written on her face...she wouldn't be happy til his head was on a stake. Inside he could hear his beast laugh darkly at all that had happen.

He wiped the saliva from his face with the back of his hand and replaced his black goggles over his light sensitive eyes. He deserved that for losing control and allowing himself to go too far. He didn't know what he was thinking and that was the problem, his little brain was doing all the thinking at the time. One thing he didn't deserve was not knowing what the hell was going on with her and one way or another he was going to get the answer.

She quickly sat up straight on her rear end. "Don't you ever fucking touch me again...ever!"

Riddick pushed her onto her back roughly again, dark anger etching his features as he shouted in her face. "One, don't fucking use that language or that tone of voice with me, little girl. Fucking remember who you're talking to."

He grabbed her face between his hands, bringing it forward to face him, forcing her to listen to him whether she wanted to or not. Tears stung at her forest-green eyes, threatening to fall.

"What is wrong with you...you know I would never hurt you." His head touch hers, his face softer, voice calmer as he spoke. "You know me, I wou-"

"I don't know who the fuck you are!" She shouted hysterically and deep in her wide, forest-green eyes he could see she was telling the truth.

He almost fell back on his ass in shock, but removed his body from the top of hers to let her sit up. His hand swiping over his stubbled head in disbelief as his mercury eyes never left the sight of her. "You're bullshitting me, Jackie girl."

Kyra recoiled from his release, bringing her legs up to her chest, looking wild like a cornered animal. "I'm not bullshitting anyone...I don't know who you are other then the fact I don't want to know."

His eyes pierced through her in slants of fury, every muscle in his body tightening in protest. Her body barely moved, but even in the inky room he noticed the subtle action of her hand skating from the side of her skirt.

'Don't do it, Princess.'

Kyra pulled at her red curls, trying to block out his voice. "Stay outta my head!"

Metal flashed, hitting light as it swished through the air almost slicing Riddick on the chest if not for his quick reflexes. She summer-saluted backwards off the bed at the same time he jumped back from the swipe of her blade. Kyra landed on her feet in fighting stance, but she didn't want to fight...she was going to run.

To Be Continued...(Soon)

A/N: Thanks for Reading...now please REVIEW! I need to know how I'm doing and sorry again it's not finished but I will get the next chapter up really soon. A lot of intense action and drama is so coming up! Until then, Laterz!