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 27

"H-how is it possible for a vampire to choose that for its mate?" Kyra asked him, her eyes darkened to back her, features becoming angular and sharp. Harry snarled and Riddick was surprised to see his eyes just as jet black, though there was a marked difference when he snarled and sharp teeth not out of place in a wolf's mouth made an appearance.

"I do not know – it just is." Harry replied in turn, his answer was clearly not good enough for Kyra who curled her lip defensively. Before they could come to blows – or something worse, Riddick stepped forward. That small movement was enough to ensnare sire and childes attention, feeling as if he was making the prodigal leap without looking, Riddick looked meaningfully at Harry – hoping that he would undo the spell.

Luckily, he did, and as the warmth left his skin, he looked down to find human hands, after flexing his fingers; he turned his attention to the barely leached vampires in front of him.

"What happened here, Kyra?" Riddick asked of her, Kyra – in life – had been used to taking orders and suggestions from the man in front of her. Even now she felt a lingering hero worship for him, so it was that she curbed her vampires challenging nature for him to answer.

"I…I smelt him lusting after Harry, and I hated him – I asked him to stop, but he would not listen – did not seem to understand. Then he smelt of fear – and my anger turned to bloodlust. I…I tried to bite him," Kyra flushed and looked to the side, and Harry glanced down to Tom barely keeping himself from growling, which he knew would only ultimately provoke her, "Harry threw me off, and Tom started to run – I…I looked up to see Harry on top of him – and I remember thinking 'good, he's going to kill the boy'…then he bit him, and I felt something shift, as if I knew what he had done but couldn't understand unless he said it."

"I have said it." Harry pointed out in a soft tone of voice.

"I know that," Kyra snarled, barely keeping her temper in check, "you've said as much – that doesn't mean I like it."

"Alright, alright – so is there anyway we could change the connection between Harry and Tom?" Riddick asked them, wondering what this would mean for him – he was the wolf's mate, but the vampire's food source. He had no idea how he was supposed to react to this – did it change things between Riddick and Harry? Would Harry become more possessive of both of them? What did this mean to Kyra, who was Harry's childe – would she have to obey the boy? Would Harry's vampire reject her? Riddick hated not knowing, and that seemed the only thing he did know – that Tom was Harry's vampire mate, all that more pronounced.

"No." Harry stated simply, and Kyra only shrugged – what wasn't said was that the boy was human, they could kill him – but there was no way to know how Harry would react, for all that Harry had likely considered and disregarded the action.

"In all my years, you must understand, my vampire has never chosen a mate – and I was not that well regarded among vampires in general, I do not know what this means for us, so we must go slowly – and try to contract a vampire Master. Our goal does remain the same – to destroy that book. I suggest we start by going to that tower as soon as the cubs and…Tom…have eaten." Harry glanced to the fireplace they had used last night, there were still fresh logs beside it – with a flick of his finger it lit on fire.

Kyra nodded her head and stood up, going over to the tree she had hidden the book in. It was a stroke of luck that the boy had been too busy dealing with Harry to notice that she had stashed it in a hole located in an old tree trunk. Reaching her hand inside, she grabbed a hold of it and pulled it up, barely glancing at its cover as she did.

She frowned, thinking about how much trouble this thing had caused all of them before she came to a decision and walk back over to the fire and tossing it in. She could feel Riddick's gaze on her from where he stood next to Harry - who was still sitting in the same spot, his eyes glazed over, not paying attention to anything around him.

Not that she could really blame him, this had to be very difficult for him....hell, it was difficult for her to grasp the concept of what had happened - and that's not even considering what Riddick must be going though. And just looking at him and at how he was standing - back stiff, arms crossed over his chest with a blank expression on his face - was enough to know that he was very unhappy about this new change.

"It's not burning."

Riddick's voice snapped her back to the present and she looked at him with a questioning gaze before looking down at the fire where the book sat innocently in the middle of the flames without a single bit of damage to it. "What...how?"

"Magic," Harry answered her in what would almost be classified as a whisper. They both turned to him, and Kyra furrowed her eyebrows at the still dazed look he had as he now stared at the fire and the book. "I'm sure he had it protected."

They were prevented from questioning further when a groan interrupted them. Looking over her shoulder, she watched as Tom started to come around. He rolled over to his side and tried to push himself up only to come to a sudden stop and raise his hand to his neck, right where Harry had bit him. Hissing in pain, Tom pulled his hand away and seemed to stare at drying blood that stained it.

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Tom wasn't exactly sure what happened or why he was waking up on the ground. All he really knew was that his neck hurt and that there must be wound of some sort for it was on the palm of his hand. He could remember black eyes and a power so strong that it left him gasping for breath - not because of the hand that had been around his throat.

He knew that he had been fighting with the girl and while she was strong physically, she wasn't at all magical and that left her at a disadvantage that he had quickly used against her. But then this demon had come out of nowhere and suddenly he was the one at a disadvantage. And for the first time in his life.....Tom was actually fearful.

There had been words exchanged but he couldn't remember anything but those black eyes and the overwhelming powerful magic that seemed like it was trying to suffocate him while crushing his body. After that, it was nothing but a sharp, stabbing pain in his neck and then all went quiet until now.

He ignored his hand after awhile and turned his head to look around, noting that all three were around a fire and staring at him with mixed expressions. And while normally he would care less about this, he couldn't help but worry about it this time - for at least one in their group had shown just how easily they could kill him.

He was about to open his mouth and ask just why they hadn't exactly done that yet when the fire, and more importantly, what was in it caught his attention.

"T-the book! You barbaric fools, how could you do this? Don't you realize what is written in that book?" Tom howled crawling forward, but a hand on his shoulder halted his progress, cold green eyes glared into his own. With a gesture of his hand, Harry summoned the book out of the fire; it lay in his lap, unharmed.

Tom panted for breath, relieved at the return – then, heart thudding rhythmically in his ears; he became aware that Harry was watching him with an unreadable, though oddly possessive, expression. Tom felt a shiver across his spine.

"W-what is it? Why are you looking at me like that?" Tom demanded, voice coming out weakly, even to his own ears.

"Do you know what has happened?" Harry asked, and Tom was getting quite sick of having his questions answered with yet more questions.

"No…" Tom searched his mind for what Harry could mean, and came up blank. He only knew then – suddenly, as he looked into Harry's mix of green-and-black eyes that that power – those eyes – had been Harry. Tom felt all at once hot and cold as he shrugged off Harry's hand.

"Harry's vampire has gone and made you his mate, boy – if not for that, you'd be dead." Kyra announced from beside the fire – Tom searched their faces for some sign of amusement – for some sign that they weren't serious, that this was all just some joke. It wasn't, he realized then, when Harry snarled and Kyra froze in the light of the flames, her expression frozen into blankness.

"Make note Kyra; do not threaten what is mine." Harry murmured softly, and with barely a nod of acknowledgement from her, Harry turned away to regard Tom once again.

"You have two choices, Tom Riddle – you may travel with us willingly, or unwillingly." Harry stated softly, and Tom searched his memory for all that he knew of vampires – possessive, territorial, and very dangerous if crossed.

"You can't harm me. Your nature won't allow you to hurt me…" Harry started to laugh at Tom's words, and he hesitated, wondering if he would want to hear his explanation for his behavior.

"I can do with you as I want, Tom – my nature only stops me from killing you without turning you. Let me make something very clear to you Tom – you do not control this connection between us, I do. I will protect you if your life is in danger – and you are not turned – but do not expect me to go out of my way to make you comfortable." Harry hissed darkly, the black eyes flashed green, and the power retreated reluctantly.

Tom understood then, he was at Harry's mercy – and he hated that thought, he had lost something of his independence – his freedom, to this werewolf-vampire, swallowing, Tom turned away. There had to be a way to use this to his advantage, he could not admit that he was forever to be the puppet to the vampire he sat beside.

"Now, Riddick – you mentioned a tower when you were out scouting?" Harry continued as if Tom were no longer important. But neither Kyra or Riddick were fooled by Harry's speech – they knew the vampire had lied to intimidate. Just how much Tom could control Harry, they did not know – but they knew now, they had to watch Tom and protect Harry from him- if things became too much of a hassle they knew they'd have to kill Tom, whither Harry liked it or not.

"Yes. We ought to eat first though, it's quite the hike." Riddick allowed, watching the top of Tom's bowed head with wary regard.

"Very well…we shall go in the morning." Harry allowed, and Riddick, shiv in hand, cut away some of the meat of the boar, there were four mouths to feed now – Tom, himself, and the cubs which seemed to inhale food.

Riddick hoped this meant they were getting the right sort of food, and were going to go through a growth spurt, rather then that they had to eat so much to get the proteins they needed. Then again, for most of their lives they had lived off human flesh – perhaps they just liked the different sorts of meat more.

Riddick glanced to the bloated bellies of the cubs, lying on their backs beside Kyra, snoozing away – his lips twitching in amusement; he cut a portion away for Tom and held it out to the boy. Warily, he took it – and with a mutter about "uncivilized" and "barbaric" bit grudgingly into the crisp flesh.