Faith in the Darkness
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M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
2,863
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Pitch Black, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
3
Faith regarded the man before her in the low lighting. They'd just spent two hours talking, if that's what one called the game they were playing. He'd ask for information about her kills, she'd answer and ask about his. He never hesitated to tell her what she wanted to know, that voice of his calmly describing the blood, the methods, the reasons behind each murder. For the first time she wondered if she'd finally met someone just as crazy as she was.
He seemed to enjoy talking about killing, almost as much as she had enjoyed making the kills. He knew her rap sheet, her childhood, her credit history, everything. Apparently, he'd taken her fingerprints while she slept on a little hand held computer that was patched in to the main system on the ship. He was more interested in the things the officials had never figured out, her life when she was off the radar. When she got to the part about being a vampire Slayer, he raised an eyebrow.
"What, are you gonna tell me you don't believe in monsters?" she asked, crossing her arms. A distant look entered those gleaming eyes.
"No. I absolutely believe in monsters. Came face to face with some a few years back, as a matter of fact."
"Then what is it?"
"Vampires. They became legal citizens of Earth in the late 22nd century."
Faith stared at him, looking like she'd been punched in the gut.
"Citizens? As in, everyone knows they're vampires and they just get to walk around like normal people?"
"Mmm hmm, walk around, get jobs, own businesses, get married and divorced. All of it."
Sickness churned in her stomach. Vampires walking around with the humans, like wolves with the sheep. She glanced up to find him watching her with those strange eyes.
"What bothers you more? That they're free to prey on the human race, un-hunted or that all your work was for nothing?"
"Fuck the human race. If they're weak or stupid enough to be eaten, then they deserve it. I hunted vamps for years, dammit, destroyed more than I can count. Now they're down there breeding and walking around like they belong there," she spat, bitterly.
"Actually, they're not. A virus wiped out about half the humans left on Earth in 2315 and the ones that survived were altered at a genetic level. They still look the same, not mutants or anything, but any vamp that gets a mouthful of their blood is dust within a day. It pretty much took out the entire vampire species."
Faith stared at him appraisingly. His face was still impassive, unreadable as he waited for her reaction. She retreated to her tried and true method of covering her shock; sarcasm.
"Well, aren't you just a font of information. What did you do, memorize your history book?"
"Not much else to do in Slam once you've gotten the message through that you're not interested in the little society inside those walls. After you kill a few guards and more than a few inmates, the others tend to leave you alone."
"Self-educated man. I like that. Sounds like prison hasn't changed much in the last eight hundred years."
"Guess not. Now, tell me about the tall, dark haired male you were with when you were last sighted on Earth."
The humor on her face drained away and she lowered her eyes.
"Angel."
"As in Angel Investigations," he surmised and she nodded, her face still very serious. "You said he wasn't your lover. Family?"
Faith raised her gaze back to his face to find him studying her, intently.
"I guess you could say that. Kindred is more like it." Interest sparked in those eyes and he leaned forward.
"How so?"
"He's- he was-" she corrected herself, "a vampire."
Riddick raised his eyebrows.
"A vampire and a Slayer?"
A tiny smirk passed over her lips.
"It's more common than you'd think."
"Tell me," he said.
"It's a long story," she told him, shaking her head. Riddick gestured to the small porthole.
"We're in deep space. The nearest station is about six days away. Take your time."
She glanced at the porthole, then back at him. He was leaning back in the captain's chair now, his booted feet propped up on the edge of the console. His hands were laced behind his head and he was watching her, waiting. Faith took a breath and let it out slowly before she spoke.
"His name was Angelus..."
He seemed to enjoy talking about killing, almost as much as she had enjoyed making the kills. He knew her rap sheet, her childhood, her credit history, everything. Apparently, he'd taken her fingerprints while she slept on a little hand held computer that was patched in to the main system on the ship. He was more interested in the things the officials had never figured out, her life when she was off the radar. When she got to the part about being a vampire Slayer, he raised an eyebrow.
"What, are you gonna tell me you don't believe in monsters?" she asked, crossing her arms. A distant look entered those gleaming eyes.
"No. I absolutely believe in monsters. Came face to face with some a few years back, as a matter of fact."
"Then what is it?"
"Vampires. They became legal citizens of Earth in the late 22nd century."
Faith stared at him, looking like she'd been punched in the gut.
"Citizens? As in, everyone knows they're vampires and they just get to walk around like normal people?"
"Mmm hmm, walk around, get jobs, own businesses, get married and divorced. All of it."
Sickness churned in her stomach. Vampires walking around with the humans, like wolves with the sheep. She glanced up to find him watching her with those strange eyes.
"What bothers you more? That they're free to prey on the human race, un-hunted or that all your work was for nothing?"
"Fuck the human race. If they're weak or stupid enough to be eaten, then they deserve it. I hunted vamps for years, dammit, destroyed more than I can count. Now they're down there breeding and walking around like they belong there," she spat, bitterly.
"Actually, they're not. A virus wiped out about half the humans left on Earth in 2315 and the ones that survived were altered at a genetic level. They still look the same, not mutants or anything, but any vamp that gets a mouthful of their blood is dust within a day. It pretty much took out the entire vampire species."
Faith stared at him appraisingly. His face was still impassive, unreadable as he waited for her reaction. She retreated to her tried and true method of covering her shock; sarcasm.
"Well, aren't you just a font of information. What did you do, memorize your history book?"
"Not much else to do in Slam once you've gotten the message through that you're not interested in the little society inside those walls. After you kill a few guards and more than a few inmates, the others tend to leave you alone."
"Self-educated man. I like that. Sounds like prison hasn't changed much in the last eight hundred years."
"Guess not. Now, tell me about the tall, dark haired male you were with when you were last sighted on Earth."
The humor on her face drained away and she lowered her eyes.
"Angel."
"As in Angel Investigations," he surmised and she nodded, her face still very serious. "You said he wasn't your lover. Family?"
Faith raised her gaze back to his face to find him studying her, intently.
"I guess you could say that. Kindred is more like it." Interest sparked in those eyes and he leaned forward.
"How so?"
"He's- he was-" she corrected herself, "a vampire."
Riddick raised his eyebrows.
"A vampire and a Slayer?"
A tiny smirk passed over her lips.
"It's more common than you'd think."
"Tell me," he said.
"It's a long story," she told him, shaking her head. Riddick gestured to the small porthole.
"We're in deep space. The nearest station is about six days away. Take your time."
She glanced at the porthole, then back at him. He was leaning back in the captain's chair now, his booted feet propped up on the edge of the console. His hands were laced behind his head and he was watching her, waiting. Faith took a breath and let it out slowly before she spoke.
"His name was Angelus..."