The Killing Moor

Part 3
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A quiet room quaint in size and furnishing, Riddick didn't realize there were still places like this. True, it was far from anything that would pass for a modern city. No large spaceport, no automated Company factories, no military instillation ... just miles of nothing but the moors that the town sat on. But just the kind of place Jack would like, would be drawn to.

Reclining against the headboard at his back, he stretched his arms behind him. Staring at a faded painting of some distant loch hanging across the room, Jack was all his mind held, finding her. He realized with a sickening disgust that when he wasn't searching for her he was dreaming, the nightmares were her. He shoved off the bed and went to the one small window in the room, goggled eyes going to distant horizons where gray obliterating fog was rolling across the flat soupy land. With a growl of frustration he turned toward the door. Down the stairs, he found himself outside with the damp air wrapping around him like a second skin. Across the street, to him it was more a path, sat a fair size pub. Not the usual place he would find himself in but it served hard liquor and that's just what he wanted. If he was lucky he'd drink enough to keep the dreams away, to keep Jack away for the night.

Inside he stopped at the bar, folding his arms on the smooth wood surface. Glancing around, he pulled the holograph picture from his pocket, thinking that he would at least show Jack's picture around. He turned as the bar keep came to a stop in front of him.

"Will ya be havin' a drink then? Or just taking up space?" tcottcottish brogue through out as the burly bartender sized up the large stranger in front of him.

He nodded. "The strongest thing you got." Riddick glanced around the bar again, always aware of his surroundings

Angus continued to glower at the man as he moved behind the bar and poured two fingers of the strongest scotch he knew. Capping the bottle, he slid the glass down the bar toward the man, almost as a test.

Riddick snagged the glass as it flew down the bar without so much as a glance at the projectile. He downed the scotch in one powerful swallow. "Another," he requested, his voice low and deep turning his goggled eyes to the bar keep. "You seen this girl?" Holding up the card a perfect image of Jack's face materialized.

Angus's face began to turn cherry red as he started to begin a verbal assault on the man. The only thing that calmed him was the light touch on his arm and soft feminine brogue. "It's all right, love. I'll handle this one." Jennifer nodded to Angus assuring that she'd be fine. As the man glared at the stranger and moved away, Jennifer brushed back a long wavy lock of hair and gave Riddick a fresh drink. "That little lass looks like quite the charmer. What is it you're wantin' with her, then?" Resealing the bottle, she leaned on her elbows, face nearing his.

At first look he noticed the attractive heart shaped face filled with a patience that set his nerves oge fge for some inexplicable reason. "My reasons for wantin her are my own. Have you seen her?" he growled, not bothering to temper his response to the woman.

A soft lyrical chuckle followed. "Well now, laddie, I'm sure you know that's na the best attitude to take when you're wantin' a favor from a lass." She grasped the moist rag under the bar and began to clean the counter near him.

He grabbed for her arm across the bar, her laugh having the effect of teasing a rabid dog. "She's in trouble. I look after her. NOW, have you seen her?" He practically jerked over the bar.

Her free hand waved off Angus, knowing he would be at her side in a heartbeat. Eyes remaining on him, she gazed into his for the longest of moments. Long hours she had spent wondering what kind of man he would have been that had Jack so willing to leave everything behind just to give him a chance a happiness. Now she was not so certain she wanted to know. "I'll thank you to remove your hand from me, Richard Riddick," she breathed softly.

"What the hell?" His eye brows rose above the goggles. "How do you know my name?" His voice was hard as well honed steel, easing his grip on her ever so slightly.

Her eyebrow arched mimicking his. "Well, now if you're as smart as I'm guessin' ya are then I'm sure ya know the answer to that already. Now, are ya letting go of me or should I consider us engaged?"

"Consider whatever you want." He shoved his face close to hers. "Where's Jack?" His body radiated his frustrated impatience as he waited for her to answer.

A slow sigh escaped her as she concentrated on the throbbing just under his grasp. "She's nearby and she's safe. That should be enough for someone who cares as much for her as she says you do."

"It's not. And I'm only gonna ask you one more time. Where's JACK." His voice was deadly calm with the asking of the question, ready to squeeze the answer from her if he had to. That brought a quick glance at the creamy skin of her throat. He imaged his hand going around the delicate column and squeezing.

In the corner booth he sat, thin, lanky, even and tall, his skin a polished alabaster. His overly bright emerald eyes turned to the scene at the bar. "Yes, Richard RIDDICK, where in deed is dear Jack." He tapped his tapered fingers against the table, having eons of patience and then some to spare.

"You're itchin' to kill me where I stand, now aren't ya Riddick?" She considered her words carefully, for Jack's sake ... not her own. "She's sleeping at my home about now, I would reckon. Came in very early this morning tired enough to fall over." She smiled an interesting smile. "LET GO."

He slowly withdrew his hand, gauging the truth in the woman's eyes and finally deciding she had no reason to lie to him. "I wanna see her," he demanded. Neitherd and any attention as their audience of one stood, smoothing his elegant black jacket into place and gliding with a nocturnal grace from the bar. Outside the sun had just dipped beyond the horizon and all the moors was pitched into incky blackness.

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Angus was in the back room fetching a fresh case of scotch when Jack came in the back door. Rubbing her eyes sleepily, she smiled. "Hiya, handsome. What do ya know that's good?" He was at her side in a second, his hand covering her mouth. "There's a lad out there lookin' for ya. Jenny's seein' to him now, but if you're of the mind to avoid him I'd be leavin' now, lassie." He touched her hair tenderly as his eyes filled with concern.
She took a deep breath and peeked around the door.

Shit, fuck, damn! How did he find her here??

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Jennifer breathed. "I'll take ya there. But if she's not wanting to see ya, you'll go and leave her be." And with that, she jerked her hand almost painfully away and moved to the coat rack. Yanking her jacket, she flipped her hair from beneath the collar. "You coming or not, lad?" And she turned, leaving him to follow her out of the bar.

"Yeah, but the next time you call me lad I'm not gonna be responsible for my actions." He pushed away from the bar and followed after her. "How long she been staying with you?"

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Jack relaxed against the wall as she saw them leave. "It's okay, Angus. He's gone." She took a deep breath and ran a hand through her hair. "How in the hell did Riddick find me?"

The older man caressed her shoulders comfortingly. "I'm not knowing how he found ya lass, but he willna be getting anywhere near ya if it's not what you're wanting."She smiled, her cheek caressing the hand at her shoulder. "It's okay, Angus. Really." She sighed. "I just have to think."

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She chuckled a bit as they walked. "And what is it you're preferring I call ya? Big strong man type?" She walked jamming her hand into her pockets needing to keep them from shaking. Jack was right. He did have a quality about him. "Oh, the lass has a place of her own. She just likes to stay with me a good bit of time. Gets lonely, I guess. And since I live alone, I welcome the company." She mentally calculated. "Been with us a few weeks now." She looked up at his face and focused on where his eyes would be behind the goggles. "She left for you , Mr. Riddick. You're knowing that, are ya not?"

"Riddick. Use it." He cut his eyes to her wondering what in the hell she was talking about. Left for me? "Why the hell would she do that?"

She rolled her eyes slightly wondering why she had allowed her hands to shake being near an arrogant Neanderthal like this man. Removing them from her pockets, she began to fiddle with the hem of her jacket. "Well, it's not a proper introduction but I'm sure it passes for one where men like you are mined." She sighed. "She thinks she holds ya back, you daft man."

"That's another word you shouldn't use." He snarled at the insult. "Hold me back from what?" he questioned, watching her through the goggles and finally deciding he could remove them. With one fluid movement he pulled them from his head.

The first look at his silvery eyes caused Jennifer to take a step backward. Never before had she seen anything that so intrigued her. For a split second she wondered if he could see right through her to her very soul. "What a wonder they are!" she breathed. She took a deep breath and moved a few steps closer to him. "If ya must know, she thinks that you should get ..." She stopped and took a deep breath, cooling her blush. "She thinks that you should get ... on ... with the act of finding yourself a woman."

He was unprepared for her reaction, the eyes seemed to inspire fear in those that had seen them. He had to admit to himself he was glad she wasn't similarly effected. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest as he heard her words. "And just what makes Jack think I'm having any problems in that department?"

She shot him a sultry smile. "Women know these things, Riddick!" She glanced him over. "Although I must say, it's all got to be your doin', that's for bloody sure." She quickened her pace moving a few paces ahead of him, allowing her heating blood to cool.

"Yeah? Well, she doesn't know as much as she thinks she does." Riddick continued to chuckle at the woman. He'd seen the veiled glance, taking stock of him. "What Jack doesn't know about me I could fit into that pub of yours."

"What's your name, LASS?" He asked, mimicking her.

Jennifer grinned, knowing the man would have to possess a harem with looks like his. She pulled her jacket closer to her, feeling safe enough with him to throw caution to the wind. "Name's Jennifer. My friends call me Jenny. Lovers call me Jen." Another sultry smile as she teased what she knew to be the stoney personality beside her. Shrugging, she sighed. "Take your pick, then."

Leaning in close to her ear he whispered. "I'll bet they call you more than that. JEN."

She shivered at the contact of warm air on her skin. "Aye ... they do. When they have the breath to speak, that is." She glanced up and looked again into the luminous eyes that so captivated her.

"If you were any other woman, I'd think you were bragging. But you Jen, I think your tellin the truth." He graced her with one of him most disarming smiles continuing to whisper into her ear.

Her eyes went to half-mast as she felt the warmth again. It was odd how he made the name only used in the most intimate of situations sound so natural coming from from his lips. If she were the type to believe in multiple lives ... but that was a fairy tale created by people who needed to believe. Odd ... her entire being was suddenly on fire, yet she felt a suddenly coldness down her spine and in her hands. Jamming them into her pockets again, she smiled. "Not a boast, Riddick. Call it a curse, if you must call it anything."She nodded to a small cottage on top of a hill. "That's where I live. Ya up for the walk, then?"

"I guess I better be or I'll be missing more than seeing Jack." Another chuckle vibrated through his big frame as he took her wrist and stepped up the pace.

Having completed the walk in companionable silence, Jennifer enjoying the feel of his hand on her wrist, she eased the key into the lock of the sturdy door and pushed it open, beckoning him to enter. "Humble, true. But I call it home."

"Better than any of the shit holes I've called home." He walked into the house, glancing around and noting the billowing curtain at the window. Out of place. "You always leave windows open when it's near freezing outside?"

Her eyes had already noted the strangeness and shook her head. "Hardly." She moved to the window and slowly closed it, locking the mechanism and looking around. "Nothing looks out of place. Jack likes the cold air. I wouldna doubt that she opened it herself just to be able to wrap the blankets tighter around her. Sleeps like a mummy, she does sometimes." She moved toward the bedroom door.

Above them perched in the rafters a venomous smile was turned down on the two occupants, the once human form listened to every word they said, in fact listened to theircicerone very heartbeats. He already knew what they would soon find out for themselves.

Riddick remembered well Jack's odd sleeping habits, going into her room more times than he could count to close the window as she was cocooned in numerous blankets. "Yeah," he said, absently as he followed her into the bedroom.

Finding the room empty, she blushed as she scooped her vas ins intimate apparels and tossed them into a laundry basket. "She uses my room and I sleep up in the loft when she's here." She sighed. "Looking to me like she's not here."

He nodded. "Her place or the pub?" Turning he intended to find her and now.

She placed her hand on the strong, muscular bicep, thinking how nice it would have been as a youth if there had been someone like him in her life to give a damn. "Riddick, maybe it's for the best that ya don't see her right this moment."

"And why is that, Jen?" He glared at her.

She moved her hand, feeling less than comfortable feelings from him ... that same chill going down her spine as she rubbed her hands together for warmth. "It's obvious the girl has it in her mind what's best for ya, even if her way of thinkin' is a little off." She moved to sit on the overstuffed down mattress of the large antique bed. "Why not try lettin' me talk to her. Warm her up to the idea that you're here. That way she won't be tempted to just run hell for leather and we'll both know she's safe." She gazed at him as she pushed a wayward lock from her face.

Smoothing a hand over his shorn head he sighed in frustration. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. That might be good." As his agitation grew so did his need for flight, to be away from others, to be solitary.

She sensed the need in him and was surprised that she was disappointed. She had to laugh at the irony. Jack assumed it was Riddick that needed to "get laid." Jennifer was suddenly consumed with the need.

Wrapping his hand around the door's knob he glanced over his shoulder. "At least she had somone like you looking out for her."

"Riddick ... there's just one more thing before ya go."

"Yeah, Jen?"

She knew that as soon as he and Jack sorted out their problems that she would never see either of them again. In that moment she made a monumental decision that she knew would leave her cursing herself in the days to come. She moved over to where he stood and placed her hand over his. Moving it from the knob, she placed it on her full breast, squeezing it to conform to the flesh below as she unexpectantly pushed him against the door. Stepping onto tiptoes, she planted a wet, sultry kiss on his neck. "If ya want me, Riddick ... ya can have me ... now. No strings ... no questions." Her tongue trailed the skin as she breathlessly awaited his response. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered why those words seemed so familiar.

His reply came as he picked her from the floor capturing her lips against his, shoving his tongue between her teeth. He carried her towards the bed. Hands roamed where they could over her clothing as he lowered her to the soft down.

Her hands sought and found the hem of his shirt as she untucked frantically from his pants. Her tongue fenced with his until hers stilled his long enough to suck at the muscle with deep, noisy suckles. Fingers moved downward in quick succession unfastening the pants in wild abandon as her hand slid inside in a bold exploration.

His hands wound through her auburn tresses caressing with the first touches only to become rougher with each pass of his fingers until he jerked her head back separating their mouths. He smiled down at the gentle slope of her neck a second before he lowered he mouth to the point below the skin where her pulse beat wildly.

A deep intake of breath and the she exhaled slowly in passionate wonder at the almost painful feel. It was exciting and spurred her on even more. Her hand freed his hardened cock and wrapped around its steely flesh, quickly sliding up and down the length while her other hand dug nails into the velvety flesh of his back as the grasp on her hair became even more forceful.

"How long have you been thinking about that? Since the pub?" he whispered against the warm flesh of her neck, hips thrusting into her grasp, cock twitching in response to the attention she lavished on it.

"From the moment I clapped eyes on ya. Why else woud I na let Angus do ya in?" She pulled and maneuvered until he was flat on his back, her torso coverin his. Her teeth bit ferociously into the flesh just above his left nipple and the sucked hard creating a tight suction before releasing. "I'm thinking your harem is gonna know I've been here, that's for certain, Riddick." She moved to straddle him, lifting her thick woolen sweater over her head. The delicate satin bra was no match for the cold and her nipples stood erect under the material. "And what about you, Riddick?" She grinned impishly. "Did I just now put thoughts into your head?"

"You wanna know what's in my head or you want this?" He leaned up, elbows bracing his torso as he clamped warm wet lips over her peaked nipple, drawing it fully into his mouth, sucking viciously.

Her voice was even more raspy as she breathed, "I want both, Riddick." One hand pushed his velvety head even closer she lifted her hips slightly, never once allowing loss of contact where he sucked hard. Her free hand was used to guide his impressive cock into the hot, moistened opening at the apex of her thighs. 'But if it's only one I can have, I'm taking this!"

His hand came up and he unclasp her bra, spending the next few moments with his mouth dividing attention between the two soft globes, suckling at her rose tipped nipples. With the burn through his groin he lifted her and positioned her above the spike of his erection, the wet tip nudging the folds to gain access to her moist slit.

Her body sheathed around his hardened dick tightly and she stilled only a moment before she began to moved, slowly at first but quickly gaining momentum, riding him with uninhibited abandon.

Hands around her waist, he steadied her rhythm and began to roll his hips against her adding to the momentum. Dropping one hand to the apex of her thighs he ran the pad of his index finger over her swollen sensitive clit.

Head thrown back, she began to wither and mumble incoherently as she maneuvered her hand to p onp on of his slightly furred, tight sacs. Her fingers squeezed in time to his index fingers movements. And then she felt it ... the first strong contractions of feminine muscles around his engorged staff that meant a violent and mind-numbing climax.

Riddick slammed into her again and again as she spasmed tightly around him, her cries adding to his drive for orgasmic bliss. With a suddenness that had him groaning and squeezing his eyes closed, he came into her, pulsing hot and deep as his creamy fluid filled her.

One last vice-like clench and her body remained tensed for what seemed like forever as she milked the last of essence from his body with her interior muscles. As the tremors subsided, her sweat slicked body went slack against his.

"Still need to know what's in my head?" he panted, pulling her over to his side, his body disengaging from hers.

She grinned at his pants as she tried to force her own breathing into an even pace. "I'm thinking it was the same thing that was in me own head." She allowed herself the luxury of snuggling up next to him for a few moments, her finger moving to trace circles on the hard muscle of his chest.

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Riddick walked the same path they had earlier arms wrapped around Jennifer's waist. "Okay, so it wasn't bragging." He chuckled, cutting his naked eyes to her as they neared the pub.

She blushed slightly. "Well, I'm glad you weren't too terribly disappointed." She burrowed into his arms, his body blocking her from the evening chill. "Tell me about your eyes sometime, will ya, Riddick?" As they neared the door to the warm pub their steps slowed.

"They're nothing special, Jen. Probably scare the hell outta ya to hear the truth." He shrugged, hugging her tight to him once more, liking the way she molded to him.

She chuckled slightly. "I'm thinkin' it would take more than the likes of you to scare me, love." She smiled as she looked up at him. "But I respect your right to keep it to yourself." She wrapped her arms around him tightly and buried her face in the crook of his neck. "I'll see to her, Riddick. Trust me, will ya?" Extracting herself from his arms, she touched his face gently. "Meet me at the cottage tomorrow. I'll let ya know her feelings then, no?"

He nodded, tugging at her hair and planting a rough kiss against her lips. "I'll be there," he told her, lifting his head.

She sighed into the kiss, heated by his semi-rough treatment. "Off with ya, bright eyes!" And with that, she reluctantly turned and walked into the warmth of the pub, watching him depart from the window.

There wasn't the slightest hint from the two that they knew they had been followed, had been followed closely. But it wasn't them their stalker was after. It was younger flesh, it was a body that could provide centuries of retribution. She was close, he could feel it, the smell of her the feel of her was in his blood. "Soon, little one, very soon," he whispered, watching the two part ways. Then his ears strained, it was her voice inside. With a feral smile he decided to wait, to have her tonight.