Author's note: Riddick's thoughts are italicized/separated since this is Lysia's narrative.

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To be honest, I'm not entirely sure how Lysia kicked Razhir's ass so fast. I think it has something to do with him having hired hit men. I mean, come on! What kind of Furyan needs hired hit men? Do you see Riddick needing someone else to do his dirty work? Hell to the no! So, to answer your question, it's because Razhir is a wussy prick who can't fight. Boo hoo him lol (More on this later in the story btw ;)

Also, you can now blame my delayed chapters on my best friend Jandi. She introduced me to the world of Manga last weekend, which I avoided before because they're expensive and I'm poor. Now I'm like Sunako's clone, holed up in my room reading manga. (Is sitting in a dark room surrounded by stacks of manga books) Heh heh. HEH HEH! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Anyways, she totally created a monster because now all of my thought processes are in anime art style and I'm drawing anime (which I suck at but I don't care because I like drawing) and I'm starting a "The Gentlemen's Alliance" fanfic and I'm crying because I have no money to buy my own manga (ah the joys of downloading). Seriously, I'm like the worst person when it comes to being completely immersed/passionate/obsessed with fan culture stuff. I go ALL OUT. No joke. I'm like the reason the word "fan girl" was invented.

Okay, enough rambling about manga and anime. I'll write the chapter now (Japanese peace sign with huge smile) *bing!* XD

P.S. This story would KICK ASS as a manga, but since my drawing skills are like zero, you'll just have to imagine how totally awesome that would be.

P.P.S. Yeah yeah, I know I put this AN on my other story's new chapter as well as this one. It was too funny to not put it on the other story though.

P.P.P.S You have no idea how blown away I am by how many people love this story. I looked at how many reviews I've gotten so far, and I almost cried. You guys really are the best :) GROUP HUG! XD

P.P.P.P.S =(It's a train!) I SWEAR I HAVE NOT HAD ANY SUGAR TODAY!

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Chapter 8

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R.B.R.

KILL THE BASTARDS!

(Yeah, that's pretty much all he's thinking atm. His eyes are red too. Creepy.)

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My mouth falls open as I stare at the man who just called me his woman. He's unbelievably gorgeous and ripped like a dream. Don't drool, Lysia. Don't droo- crap.

The hot guy broke the spell Razhir had me under, so I quickly wriggle out of Razhir's arms and start pounding away at him. Kick to the shin, kick to the head, RA RA RA!

SLAM!

Razhir's hand smashes into my nose and I feel it break. Great. I do NOT look good with two black eyes. The good part is that now my sense of smell is gone. Razhir's smell was about to make me puke.

The new guy, who looks twice as sexy when he's killing people, hears my yelp as my nose breaks, and goes completely ballistic. His fury quadruples. Who is this guy? He's like a tornado, not just killing the stupid hit men, he chops them to pieces, hacking away long after they're dead.

I'm completely dumb-founded and I stand next to Razhir (who's still lying on the floor because I put him there), watching this fighter, who's better than me, totally destroy every living thing in the room.

His fighting is graceful, if that's possible for someone so big. His cloak swirls around him, like it's being blown by a non-existent wind. His goggles hang on his neck and bounce around as he moves. His feet are dirty, bare, rustic. His head shines in the moonlight. I can see part of his chest where his cloak is open and have to stop myself from drooling again. Musclessssss….

He's everything I am, and yet, everything I'm not.

He called me his woman. Yeah, we're gonna have words about that, mister. You may be hot and all, but no one makes my choices for me.

When he's done, he slowly walks up to Razhir, who's managed to get up (barely, heh heh). The look on the hot guy's face is almost enough to make me scared, if such a thing were possible.

"You touched my woman, scum. Men have died for less."

I think I've died and gone to heaven.

He grabs Razhir's shirt and slams him into the wall. Razhir looks like he's about to pass out, or piss his pants. Or kick our asses.

"I should squish you like a bug," the hottie says with a growl.

Hey woah! Dude! My kill! I sigh. Looks like I'm going to have to get on hottie's bad side.

I clear my throat and step closer to him. "Excuse me." He tenses at my voice, but says and does nothing. "That bastard's life is mine."

The hottie laughs.

One of those ironic laughs, like he's thinking, "You think you're going to deny me my kill?" He fucking laughs at me.

Oh no you didn't.

I move at lightening speed towards the hottie so I can kick his ass, but he's faster. He lets go of Razhir, who passes out or something, and grabs me.

The instant his hands touch my skin, everything starts to dim.

Brown eyes. He has brown-

Blackness.

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R.B.R.

Was she seriously going to try to beat me up? All because I laughed at her?

Yep, that's the girl I know and love.

Love? …..I mean umm…oh never mind…..

The bottom half of her face is covered in blood from where the Furyan punched her. Bastard. I walk over to him. He's already passed out from the girl beating on him, so I grind his nose with my fist until it's gushing blood.

That'll teach you to break my woman's nose.

I turn back to her and pick her up gently. I look around the room, surveying my handiwork. I don't really remember anything after I walked into the room and saw that bastard with his hand on her breast. My vision went red and I started hacking away at anything that moved.

Everything cleared when she spoke.

The light in my fury.

Well, looks like my work here is done. I step over the bodies and leave, with my woman cradled in my arms.

The streets are dark when I step outside. I move like a shadow, like a whisper. I have to protect her. She's everything to me.

My place is just as dark and quiet as the streets. I set her on my bed and inspect the damage. Looks like only her nose is broken. I can fix that easily enough.

The box holding the kitten is moving and making noises.

"Kwa toneh ken," I say with a growl. Furyan for, be quiet, or stop what you're doing. It stops.

I fix her nose as gently as possible, for me that is, and slather it with healing salve, then tape it up. She doesn't stir. I study her for a few minutes. I've never been this close to her, even after all this time.

She's sturdy and fragile at the same time. She's beautiful and masculine, but also feminine. She's soft, she's hard.

She's everything I am, and everything I'm not.

She's….waking up.

Her eyes pop open. Green eyes. Green like blades of grass.

She growls. "Get the fuck off me."

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I wake up to the hottie leaning over me and say the first thing I can think of.

"Get the fuck off me." He stares at me. "You heard me, skippy. Do it."

He scowls and an eyebrow raises at me. Ooo, I'm so scared. Not.

"I just rescued you," he says, like he's telling someone he made them breakfast.

"What, do you want me to get down on my knees and thank you?" I can think of something else I can do on my knees….;) Oh shut up!

"You can start by telling me your name, little one," he says, not moving. Yeah right, dude. I'm not telling you anything.

I look around where he's brought me, slightly disorientated because my sense of smell is gone. I reach up and touch my nose, expecting pain, but it doesn't hurt at all. It's neatly taped up and healing.

I sniff. No smell. "Where's my cat," I say, while rubbing the bandage more.

He points to a small box with holes punched into it. The look on his face makes me giggle. Yeah, it's introduced itself to him alright.

"Stupid little khio," he mutters.

"Khio?" I ask. What does that mean? Cretan? Annoyance? Defensive asshole?

"Khio is little warrior." He shifts away from me and I notice from his pants that he's more than a little excited. Hmm. Pretty sure the cat didn't do that.

I sit up and reach for the box holding the kitten. "Little Khio," I whisper as I peek inside. Khio is scared shitless. Fuck.

The man looks annoyed as he watches me. "You should get rid of that thing."

I raise an eyebrow at him. "Why? Because you told me to?"

"It's a liability. It's injured. It hates being here." He looks at me like, do ya need more reasons, bitch? I stick my tongue out at him and set the box down.

"Sooooo…." I say during the awkward silence. I wish he wouldn't stare at me when he has an obvious hard-on. "Who are you?"

He reaches up and takes off his black goggles so I can see his beautiful eyes again.

"They call me Riddick."

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Kyohei I love you! :D You're almost as hot as Riddick! BTW, I updated my profile. It is now plastered with my random thoughts. I hope you get a kick out of it :)