Title: Worth the Wait: Part Two
Authors: Serpent in the Shadows & AbeoUmbra (Abby Ebon)
Rating: M/R
Pairing: Riddick/Harry/? (Threesome)
Warnings: Slash, blood, Were/Vamp Hybrid Harry, Vamp!Kyra
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter, Chronicles of Riddick, or Chronicles of Riddick: Escape from Butcher Bay.
Summary: Centuries old Harry Potter is has made some sort of life for himself in the Pit of Crematoria with his makeshift Pack. That is, until a man named Riddick looks him in the eyes.

Chapter 24

Riddick and Kyra both bolted upright, instantly waking up from their restful sleep. Two sets of eyes immediately fell on the twisting form of Fang who was lying on his side not five feet from them. The two cubs whine piteously, backing up as the two humanoids scrambled up as Fang's back bowed at an almost impossible angle.

Riddick couldn't help but wince as he knelt down beside the huge wolf, watching as wild golden eyes rolled, as if they were not really seeing anything that was around him. Long, furred legs pawed at the ground, his claws trying desperately to gain some type of footing, even as the muscles in them contracted. A low keening sound was hurried, followed by a similar distressing noise from Kyra, had Riddick reaching out, laying his calloused hand on Fang's head, and an unfamiliar rumble started in his chest.

He didn't like the fact that he couldn't do much - could only sit on his knees while Harry was forced back into the forefront. Riddick let his fingers run in what he hoped was a soothing motion on top of the massive head, even as paws began to separate into fingers. Fur began to recede into pale skin and the long, bushy tail started to shrink.

Beneath his fingers, fur receded and patches of skin showed, the skull gradually shifted – the snout shortening into a flat surface, the skull rounding into an oval rather then its canine shape. They knew when Fang's vocal cords became human for the whines and whimpers became screams.

Riddick could not help but gather Harry into his arms, watching – but not quite seeing (for it was as if something prevented him) as Fang turned into Harry. Beside him, Kyra sat tensed – waiting, her senses confused – for the vampire knew Harry to be stronger then her – and knew he was supposed to protect her. How could he do that when he was as weak as this every few days in a month? Kyra was torn between running and hiding – and staying for reassurance. Her common sense of staying won out.

Involuntary tears slid down Harry's cheeks, and he panted for breath, seeming to sob with the effort. For a long time neither of them spoke. Then Riddick, whose fingers ran absentmindedly through dark hair, spoke.

"What the hell was all that, Harry?"

"C-curse," Harry croaked out between his heavy panting.

Realizing that he wasn't going to get much out of his mate at the moment, Riddick pulled out one of his shivs from his pants and neatly sliced into his wrist, watching the blood begin to freely flow before he held it out to Harry's mouth.

He shuddered slightly as a tongue lapped up the blood flowing from the wound before sharp fangs gently pierced his flesh. Harry didn't take much, but when he pulled away, Riddick could easily see that his mate's body was less tense and that his breathing was a bit more controlled. Looking back at the wound, he studied the now freshly healed skin a moment before he resumed running his fingers through the long, dark hair.

Harry took a deep breath, then exhaled, his body relaxing even further before he spoke. "Curse of the werewolf. We are forced to transform three nights out of every Earth month. Most of the time I can limit the pain by transforming before the moon rises but it caught me off guard this time. Its been so long...."

As Harry's voice trailed off, Riddick and Kyra shared a look. "Three nights?" the girl asked. "Does that mean you'll have to do this again?"

Harry frowned, rolling over a bit so he could look at her, once again heedless of his nude state. "Don't know. I have no idea of the current moon cycle."

"We'd best find out – while I was out surveying, I came across a tower – two old men were fighting with magic – one of them left after locking the other in a tower." Harry made a noise, interrupting Riddick's recall – the two looked to him for explanation.

"One of them would have white-red hair, and the other blond-white?" Harry asked, remembering the details from a long ago past.

"That is right – I was thinking that the tower might provide a detail to the moon cycle….or a clue to the book's location." Riddick replied slowly, silver eyes narrowed in suspicion when Harry did not speak afterwards. In fact Harry seemed worried – his brow frowned, and eyes narrowed in thought.

"What is it?" Kyra asked then, and Riddick knew that –for some reason – Harry would always answer her. It was likely because of the bond of sire and childe – Harry could not help but answer, and Riddick hoped that Kyra was slow to notice it, because if she dared use it to her advantage to blackmail Harry – Riddick did not want to know what he would do to her in revenge.

"I think that the battle Riddick witnessed was between my old mentor and his enemy – if I am right, we have been set in a time before I was born. There is a possibility the book may fall into someone else's hands if we do not act quickly…" Harry allowed, if he knew of the hold Kyra seemed to have over him, he showed no sign of it.

"Then Riddick and I will go into the tower and retrieve the book if it is there. You must stay here and rest a while." Kyra insisted, and Riddick thought that perhaps the bond was not one way, and Kyra was bound to Harry in less obvious ways.

Harry looked about to protest, but Riddick interrupted.

"Let us do this – you've done enough for us." Riddick rested his hand on Harry's shoulder – not only for contact – but if Harry disagreed, Riddick could knock him out and force him to rest. Harry seemed to realize that, for his lips quirked in amusement; for it had been too easy for Riddick to put Harry into a vulnerable position and the were-vampire had realized that.

"Very well, but be wary of the man in the tower – I believe him to be the one whom crafted the book." Harry warned softly, setting onto the soft earth, the cubs came near him then and he reassured them with soft pets and scratches on their scaly hides. Riddick thought that perhaps the spikes would form once they reached adulthood for they already could change color to camouflage themselves.

"Will do, we'll be back before dark." Kyra promised, with a smug grin, unable to help her glee. Together, she and Riddick left the camp, following Riddick's trail from the other day.

Neither one of them spoke until they reached what Riddick figured was the halfway point if he remembered correctly.

"He's not telling us everything."

Riddick had to smirk; vaguely amused that she would bring up something so obvious. "Of course he's not."

Kyra growled as she ducked her head to get under a low hanging branch. "Doesn't it piss you off? To be running at this blind?"

"I've been running through life half blind since I can remember. Makes things interesting." He told her with a shrug of one of his shoulders.

"Interesting I can deal with. Its surprises that threaten my life that I have a problem with and I can't help but think that even he has no idea what he's doing."

"Do any of us know exactly what we are doing?"

Kyra paused in her steps, looking back over her shoulder to Riddick. She had taken point since he pointed out that her sense of smell was better than his now. "Your enjoying this way too much." she said before she suddenly smirked, "Or maybe, you're just enjoying the sex?"

Riddick chuckled darkly, and Kyra rolled her eyes, inwardly pouting that she had managed to just amuse him instead of getting a reaction. Realizing that, she paused – she may have been saved by Riddick as a child – he might even have a soft spot for her – but why was she testing him?

"Why, are you beginning to get jealous?" Riddick played along, moving a branch away from her as she passed under it. Kyra felt sick at the thought – Riddick was her brother, and Harry…Harry- she frowned in realization – Harry was her "father", in so far as the vampire was concerned. It made the whole situation sound like incest, but it was the truth so far as the vampire was concerned – which made Kyra's lips twitch in amusement.

But it still left a question – why was she testing Riddick by teasing him? Once she questioned herself, the answer seemed to ring in her head, half stunning her.

Is he worthy of my father? Is he worthy to lead me?

Kyra swallowed – the vampire, no – she, she was testing Riddick and Harry's leadership and she had not even known it.

"Nah. Do you think vampires are solitary – or family animals like the wolf?" Kyra asked Riddick then, wanting his input to her newly found self discovery.

"Harry once said the wolf led the family, but the vampire ruled it. I think that means that the wolf is content to be second if it's for the good of the pack – but the vampire always strives to rule their families, test them – it's in their nature." Riddick told her, and Kyra knew she agreed inwardly though she did not want to drive a wedge between herself and Harry – or Riddick.

She also recognized that this was Riddick's way of telling her he knew, in part, what she was going through and was not running screaming from her anytime soon. It was a comforting thought.

"Sounds like that'd be one hell of a reunion." Kyra joked, trying to put her worries to the side as she concentrated on what they were going to do.

"Probably, it's a wonder he's still sane." Riddick murmured, and in the distance they saw the tower. Kyra found her thoughts fixed on his words – it was a question she wondered on the longest, was Harry still sane? Was he close to the breaking point after who knew how long of a life – or how many torturous years in the Pit?

Kyra shook the thoughts away with a sigh – and as she inhaled, she smelt someone…

She went unnaturally still, and it made Riddick tense up from his somewhat relaxed stance. Watching her, he noticed that she was sniffing the air, her head gradually to the right and Riddick followed her gaze, frowning when he couldn't see anything but trees and more trees.

He looked back at her, to see her pointing at him then back in the direction he had been just looking at, then pointing to herself and making a circling motion with her hand, indicating her thoughts that she was going to get behind their 'prey'. Riddick gave her an appraising look before nodding his head and pulling out his shivs.

With one last look at the girl, Riddick took off at a slow lope, making sure to keep his footsteps light as not to attract the attention of who ever it was they were hunting. He had gone about fifty yards further into the woods when he spotted the person Kyra had smelled.

He slowed down and quickly ducked behind another tree, cautiously peering around the trunk to see a young male - about Kyra's age or younger - dressed in a plain black version of what he had seen the two older males wearing yesterday. He was standing in the center of a small opening, holding up another one of those wooden sticks, waving it around in some sort of odd pattern. His face was obscured by a curtain of black locks, but that didn't really matter to Riddick - no it was the book that he held in his other hand that attracted his attention.

And it looked to be the same as the one that started all this mess.

Narrowing his eyes, he quickly scanned the area behind the man, smirking when he caught sight of a human shaped shadow just meters behind and to the left of the unknown man. Knowing that she was in place, Riddick stepped out from behind the tree, not caring one bit about the twig that snapped with a loud crack under his shoe.

The male jolted, his head shooting up to look right at the Furyan, Riddick paused a moment at the sight of hazel eyes going wide before they narrowed, book snapping shut and the 'stick' lowered from its upright position til it was pointing at his chest.

"Do not come any closer." It was a demand – Riddick's lip curled, and though he knew the stick/wand could kill him, he did not fear it – a lot of things could kill him, had tried to kill him. It didn't mean they would succeed.

"Is that supposed to be a threat?" Riddick wondered aloud – he could not keep the amusement form his voice – and did not try; the shiv in his hand danced over knuckles and fingers – unharmed, Riddick gripped it more firmly.

"Yes – I shall kill you if you come any closer." The boy declared, sneering at Riddick – unimpressed with his display. Riddick laughed – the boy's sneer became a snarl, he muttered a word and green light came toward Riddick's chest – with a flip and a tumble that blurred motion and seemed to defy gratify and physics, Riddick dodged as he knew he could. The tree he had been standing in front of died, turning to a rotten husk right before his eyes.

"Nice trick." Riddick allowed, managing to hide how disturbed he was at the killing magic. It was something he had never faced – and he could admit it shook him, if only for a minute.

"You're muggle…" The boy hissed the word like a curse, and Riddick turned to him with a raised eyebrow.

"Not very polite, are you?" Riddick asked, ignoring the question of what a muggle was – he didn't doubt that it was not a nice word for somebody.

"I do not have to be – not to someone like you," the boy snarled, clutching the book protectively to his chest, "what do you want?"

"Well, that book you're holding for one." The boy scowled, clutching it tighter to his chest. "Two, for you to stay still long enough."

Dark eyebrows furrowed at the odd request, and he opened his mouth to either question it or retort, the boy went suddenly crashing down to the ground - hard - and Riddick couldn't help but smirk at the grinning face of Kyra who was sitting on the boy's back, his wand in her left hand. The young male was struggling, but to Riddick, it seemed as if he wasn't even fazing Kyra.

Walking forward, he deftly caught the stick Kyra threw at him and placed it in one of the leg pockets that lined the sides of his pants. Kyra scrambled up off his back, just as Riddick reached down and grabbed a hold of the loose black material and hauled the human up to eye level. "Book," was Riddick's simple request, but the boy just glared in response.

With a sigh, Riddick looked over to Kyra, who seemed to get the gist of his unspoken request and just up and snatched the book from his hands, leaving the male scowling - Riddick thought it looked more like a pout - and crossing his arms over his chest, mindless of the fisted fabric of his clothes.

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for?" Kyra asked as she thumbed through the book.

"Killing me."

The Furyan chuckled while Kyra scoffed, snapping the book shut. "That's not going to happen...at least not yet."

Riddick let that hang as he turned on his heel and began to drag the protesting male behind him. It took a bit, but the boy finally decided that he wasn't getting loose anytime soon and began to walk quietly. When the reached their 'base' Riddick quickly noticed that Harry was sitting on the ground, leaning against one of the trees with his eyes closed and the two pups were asleep beside him. He was glad that the werewolf had decided to put some pants on as he dragged the young man into the clearing and in front of him. The boy stumbled but quickly caught himself, shooting a glare his way, before he began to straighten his clothes.

Riddick watched as Kyra moved around them and went towards the area they had built a fire the night before, then turned back to see that Harry now had his eyes open and was staring intently at the person they had captured.

"Hello Tom...or is it Voldemort by now?"