Fan Fiction ❯ Taking Over Me ❯ Chapter 2

Calla moaned and opened her eyes. She moaned even louder when bright light hit her sensitive pupils and she covered them with her hand. “Well, I see you're awake.”

 

The woman's voice made Calla stiffen. It was not the comforting voice that she had expected. In fact, it sounded cold and cynical. “Who are you?” Calla asked, looking around. “And, where am I?”

 

The woman moved closer to Calla's side, blocking the light with her body, allowing Calla to move her hand away. “What beautiful eyes.” The woman said. “I am the wife of the second in command of the Necromongers.”

 

“The Necromongers?” Calla asked in surprise.

 

“Yes you have been brought on the Basilica.” The woman told her.

 

“That is enough!” A male voice commanded from the doorway.

 

Calla could only make out his silhouette until he drew close enough to her bed. “Vaako!” She gasped. “You bastard, I should have known.”

 

Dame Vaako looked from Calla to her husband in shock. She didn't know that the two of them knew each other. Vaako sighed impatiently and glared at Calla. Meanwhile, Calla climbed to her feet and backed away from him.

 

“Well, since you are well enough to stand, you are well enough to have an audience with the Lord Marshall.” Vaako said, spinning on his heel and leaving the room.

 

Calla scowled as he left. “Well, let's get you dressed!” Dame Vaako said cheerily. She desperately wanted to ask how Calla knew Vaako, but Dame Vaako knew her husband would tell her in time.

 

A convert came out of the shadows holding a dress that took Calla several minutes to squeeze into. The dress fit her like a second skin and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. She was not used to wearing something so tight and kept pulling at the fabric, searching for some release from the tension.

 

“Well, you're obviously of some importance, only women of status wear colors on the Basilica.” Dame Vaako said, staring at Calla's red dress that was much like her own.

 

Calla didn't know how to take Dame Vaako's comment. The dress the other woman wore was gold, but nothing compared to the blood red of Calla's dress. Calla began to wonder if Dame Vaako was bragging about her own status, or if she was trying to cover something, perhaps jealousy.

 

Calla followed Dame Vaako out into the hallway and down to the throne room. Although the Basilica was very gothic looking, there was a strange beauty to the decorations. Calla was relieved to be led into an almost pitch black room; it was a great relief to her sensitive eyes.

 

She could make out soldiers and other converts standing at stations that they were obviously used to being at. “Leave us.” Riddick's smooth, deep voice commanded from beside her.

 

Calla looked over at the large man, who was lounging lazily on his throne. He may have been in a relaxed position, but his very presence was intimidating. He stared at Calla, much like she was staring at him.

 

Self confidence fuelled this man, that much was obvious to her. His muscles, while at rest, were still large and powerful. His shining eyes stared at her, as if he were trying to analyse every bit of her. The doors closed behind her and Calla stared at Riddick defiantly. She refused to submit to this man, or to show him any fear that might be trying to take over.

 

“Welcome, Calla.” He said softly, his voice sending shivers through Calla's body.

 

“Why am I here?” She demanded instantly.

 

“I'm still not quite sure myself. It was Vaako's decision to bring you aboard, and I have yet to figure out why.” Riddick said, his eyes still trying to pierce her very soul.

 

“Vaako does nothing unless it will benefit him.” Calla said. Her disgust and impatience for Vaako dripping off of every word.

 

“Really?” Riddick asked, teasing her. “Hmm. And now I find myself wondering how you know Lord Vaako.”

 

Calla scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Lord Vaako?” She spat. “I see his vanity has finally come to something.”

 

Riddick's head cocked to one side, this woman made him curious, something that he was not used to. She was defiant and he could already tell that she would keep him on his toes if he kept her from being converted. But the most haunting thing about her was her eyes. He was desperate to know how she obtained them, but that would have to come in time.

 

“How do you know Vaako?”

 

Calla sighed, as if what she was about to tell him was painful to admit. “He is my cousin.”

 

That surprised Riddick, and he did not bother to try and hide it from her. “Your cousin?”

 

“Yes, he was taken aboard the Basilica, along with every other willing person from my home world. We were one of the few places to escape complete annihilation.” She told Riddick.

 

“And that is because of you.”

 

Calla's head lowered, her eyes shimmering in the pale light. “Perhaps.”

 

Riddick pushed himself out of his chair and began circling Calla. He licked his lips and thought about how much pleasure she could bring him. “Well, I have yet to decide how useful you will be on a ship where I already have seers.”

 

Calla studied Riddick as he passed by her. “You don't understand it, do you?” She asked him. “I am nothing like the Quazi-Deads that are every where in this ship.”

 

“And how are you different?” Riddick asked, continuing to circle her.

 

“I could touch your feet and see every town, city, province, state, country and planet that you've been on. I could touch your hand and see every object and person that you have ever touched. Your eyes, they would show me everything that you've ever seen. Touching your ears would give me every sound you've ever heard.” Calla told him, her annoyance evident.

 

Riddick stopped in front of her and studied her quietly. “And what would happen if you were to touch my head?”

 

“I'd see every thought, wish, dream and fantasy that you've ever had.” Calla told him. “Not to mention every memory. The difference between me and the Quazi's is that I don't have to drive someone insane to extract every bit of information from them. That is how I am useful to you.”

 

Riddick stared at her, fighting the temptation to smile at her. “I could think of other ways that you can be useful to me.”

 

He stepped close to her, their bodies were mere centimetres apart. Calla stared at him defiantly as he leaned in close to her. He breathed in deeply, as if trying to memorize her scent. The sensation of his commanding presence just a few centimetres away sent chills through her.

 

She fought with everything that she had in her to keep from reaching out and running her hands over the mans body. His presence was powerful and so sexually magnetic, that she found her knees growing weak. He stepped back from her and moved away a few steps, her eyes following him as he moved away.

 

Calla stared at him relentlessly and he found that her gaze was making him feel uncomfortable, even vulnerable. “Stop it.” He told her.

 

“Stop what?”

 

“Stop staring at me.”

 

Calla cocked her head to the side. “Do I make you uncomfortable Riddick?”

 

The sound of his name passing over her lips made Riddick tense. The tone was mocking and yet so appealing to him. “No, I just don't want you watching me. I watch people, I am never watched.”

 

Calla sighed, frustrated and wanting the conversation to end. She turned to leave the room, but he grabbed her arm to stop her. He was not ready for her to leave.

 

Calla's mind was flooded with images. She saw images from his past whirling past her like someone going through a projection too fast. She could see mercs, victims, the ex lord marshal. Her body tensed as an image of Jack appeared and quickly turned into the older version of the woman, who had renamed herself Kyra. She could sense the love and responsibility that he had felt for this young woman.

 

Riddick's hand tightened on her arm when he too saw the images of Kyra flash before him. Calla's head turned and they locked eyes. Eye shine met eye shine and Calla's back arched as new images flooded her mind.

 

She saw Riddick's face above hers, could feel his breath on her skin. He was moving above her, and she could feel every erotic touch rush through her body. She tore her arm from his grasp so hard that she collapsed to the floor.

 

She sucked in large amounts of air, trying to keep the bile from rising in her throat. Tears streamed down her face as her head pounded. Her body tingling in euphoria, her breathing laboured and her heart racing.

 

“What was that?” Riddick gasped out.

 

Calla glanced at him and saw him doubled over, struggling to catch his breath, and she realized that he had seen it too. For the first time Riddick saw fear in Calla's eyes and it unnerved him.

 

“I don't know,” She said, her voice shaking. “That has never happened before!”

 

Riddick reached over to help Calla to her feet, but the girl moved away from him as quickly as she could. She jumped to her feet and ran from the room. Riddick stared after her before sitting back down on his throne. He held up his hands and stared at them.

 

They were shaking.

 

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Disclaimer: I don't own the Chronicles of Riddick, but I do own the plot of this story and all original characters that make an appearance.

 

 

 

 

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