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

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Riddick and Lysia are being very weird right now when I try to write. Lysia keeps trying to be all sophisticated and romantic and Riddick is giving me the evil eye for making him act so sensitive. They're also mad at me because they want to fuck each other and it's not the right time yet. I kept writing though and told them, "Better get used to it, Nancy. Quit your bitchin'." (I not crazy, I swear! Oh look, men in white suits! Wheee!)

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Chapter 10

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SLAM! My knee comes up to hit Riddick in the balls. At least, that's where I aimed it. It ends up hitting air as Riddick moves and shoves his knee between my legs, lifting me up to his height. His thick arms capture my hands and hold them above my head.

"What's the matter, Lysia? It's just a kiss." His head dips close to my mouth, tempting me with the promise of the pleasure he can bring. "What do you have to lose?"

I gulp a few times, caught in his spell. "It's what you'll lose, Mr. Riddick," I say in a shaky voice. It would be so easy to just reach out and give in to him. I can't allow anyone to be fooled by my body, especially a strong man like him.

His lips are so close. "You shouldn't give a fuck about me, Lysia. No one ever does."

Breathe, Lysia. "Let me go," I command, lacking the strength to be obeyed. I feel tears well in my eyes. The first man I'm attracted to, and I still can't have him. I want to shout how it isn't fair, but that's something I've known my whole life. Life isn't fair. It's a bitch that plays with you like a puppet on a string, laughing when you fail and pulling you away from the things you want the most.

If I ever meet old Mr. Fate, I'll gut him.

Riddick senses my change of attitude and lowers me to the ground. He hovers over me, so I turn my head to hide a falling tear. To my surprise, he turns and leaves like a puff of smoke.

Gone.

I slide to the floor and feel something I've never felt before. Despair. Utter despair.

I'd always had a hope that I would meet a Furyan and finally be free to give in to my passions. Now here I am attracted to a human and the only Furyan I've ever met makes my skin crawl. I must be doomed to live my life alone.

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R.B.R.

This woman is puzzling. She recoils from me, not from disgust, but because she's trying to protect me. What is she hiding? Why does she reject men? I've never met a woman who wasn't falling all over herself to get in bed with me. That's the beauty of being a Furyan. We're irresistible. Even those that hate us are attracted to our sensuality.

Lysia doesn't hate me. Quite the opposite. Her scent exploded with desire from being so close to me. Even as I walk further away from the building she's in, her scent fills my nostrils, as if she was standing right next to me.

It reminds me of something I heard once about Furyans, but I can't remember it.

I ghost over the town like wind and slip into the forest to hunt. Lysia needs food. My supply was already gone before she was kidnapped.

I slide my goggles off and take out my bone knife. The forest is black, outlined in purple. I crouch like a wildcat and sniff for meat. Leaves rustle. Birds caw. They smell me. There's a hunter in their forest. My nostrils flare and I catch the scent of rabbit.

Small kill, but it'll have to do. My skin is itching because I'm so far from Lysia. It begs to be back in her presence.

I swipe. Two rabbits. The scent of blood makes me lick my lips. Furyans crave blood to be spilt, and while we don't drink it, we do appreciate its flavour like fine wine.

I bring a finger to my lips and lick the rabbit blood. Herbivore blood doesn't taste very good. Human blood is wonderful. More often than not, when Furyans mate, one will cut the other just to taste their blood. Nothing is more erotic. My cock is hard again just thinking about it.

I run back faster than I left so I can smell her scent and reassure myself that she's okay. She's sitting in the same place I left her, but her tears are gone. Tears are the greatest weapon she has. I can kill anyone I want to, I can strike fear in the hearts of thousands, but I can't stop tears and I can't stop her pain when I don't know what's causing it. Even if I did know, I doubt I could do anything about it.

I drop the rabbits in front of her and walk to my bag to find my InstaMeat. A little high tech device I swiped off one of the Necromancers, InstaMeat cooks the meat you put in it fast and without smoke. Smoke is an easy way to be detected by other hunters. This way I have the advantage.

I look back at her and she's staring at the rabbits with curiosity. What, she's never seen a rabbit before? She picks one up, pulls out a knife and skins it in thirty seconds.

My cock twitches. God, she's hot.

She has both of them skinned and sliced in under five minutes and puts them in the InstaMeat. I set it to cook and she slides back over to the wall to get away from me.

"Lysia," I say slowly. "I need to check your nose."

I take slow deep breaths as her scent fills with desire again. It's so strong and irresistible. Does she know what she does to me? I move and sit in front of her, my big frame covering hers. Her eyes stay down as I check her nose for healing and remove the tape. She gulps a few times and her fingers clench and unclench in her lap.

What is she fighting? Why is she fighting? I'm so used to giving up on people when things get complicated. I can't give up on her. She's my world now. I feel in my soul that I can never be parted from her again.

"Can you smell yet?" She shakes her head in irritation. She's a hunter like me. Not having her sense of smell is like being blind. "You should get it back in a few days." She nods and turns her face away again.

Maybe it's only her body that desires me. A woman's body can betray her. She can desire a man, but not like him.

"Look," I say in hesitation. "I don't know what's bothering you, but I'm not here to hurt you. If you want to be all pissy and moody, that's your business. But don't slow us down if we have to leave fast. I'll leave you behind if you do." As if.

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I smirk inwardly. What a dirty liar. He seems intent on staying with me no matter what.

"You're the one who's been following me ever since I left Calah." Calah, the place I called home the longest. I risk a peek up at him. He crosses his arms over his broad chest and studies me.

"How'd you figure that?" he asks in a statement.

"The rabbits. Killed in the same way as the hunter who's been following me." I smirk and raise an eyebrow. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

He smiles back at me in a quirky grin. Oh god. Keep breathing, keep breathing. With a smile on his face and his brown eyes shining, I would gladly give him everything and anything he wants. I'd bow at his feet just to see him smile again.

Fuck. I'm falling for him.

No. No, not doing that. Stay on task, stupid. Wait, what is my task?

"Guess you're smarter than I thought," he says.

Damn right I am.

He scratches his stubble in thought. "Why'd you leave Calah?"

I shrug. "Does it matter?" He puts his hand palm up towards me as if to say, 'I dunno, does it?'

Smart ass.

I get up and check on the food. He follows me and stands expectantly by me while I dump half of it onto a plate. Oh no he didn't. I am NOT serving you, dickhead. I plunk down on the pallet I woke up on and start eating. He gives me a look and takes my plate from me.

"Motherfu-" I say while trying to get up. He pushes me back down mid-word, making me tumble over myself, and walks a few feet away to sit down with my food. I glare at him while he starts eating it, which makes him laugh that ironic laugh again. I grab the InstaMeat, which has more meat left in it than I put on my plate. I was at least trying to be sensitive to his body mass. Fucker.

I eat all of the meat, which is more than my stomach can handle, while trying to convince myself not to castrate him in his sleep. It would be a shame to get rid of the lovely boner I've seen in his pants ever since I met him. Good god, the man is as horny as I am. And his equipment would probably rip me in half. An acceptable sacrifice as long as he's a good fuck.

Damn it. My mind hates me.

He finishes before me, and fishes through his bag for a bottle of wine, which he starts chugging. He's halfway done with it when I finish, so I walk over and grab it from him.

"That stuff is strong," he tries to warn. I polish the rest off, burp, and examine the label, not even phased. Furyans can handle very strong liquor.

I toss the bottle back to him. "Pretty good. Kind of tart. My uncle collected wine, among other things. His was always weak to my taste, but he liked it alright."

Riddick puts the bottle back in his bag. "Were you raised by your uncle?"

I sit back on my pallet. "Yeah. He was my mom's brother. Kind of clueless. Disappeared about five years ago. His ship was never found." I have a two second thought of missing him, but then I remember how much of an ass he was. "Paris Ogilvie. Dumbass." I say the last part to myself, but Riddick hears it anyway.

He half laughs. "Paris Ogilvie. He WAS a dumbass."

Did my ears just go psycho? "You knew my uncle?" I half ask half state.

He looks at me, solemn now. "I was there when he died."

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Yeah yeah, you all know about her uncle and blah. Had to put it anyways :P