A/N: This is my first Riddick Fiction. Don't know where's it's going, or what's going to happen. Just trying.

It's been told that most of your brain shuts down during cryo-sleep. All but the primitive side; the animal side if you will. I suppose that explains why I'm still awake. My name is Eve. I don't know if my mother meant for me to be named something else. If so I don't remember it. I don't remember anything beyond waking up in the sleep chamber.

While I don't have very many memories, there are things that I know. For instance, I know I'm different than the humans who have me. For one thing I'm younger. This body is not fully grown. They stare at me as if I'm something to be feared. I don't know if this is the case, or if it's just because I'm not the same. Every morning four men approach me with caution, holding me down with metal rods so that another man can inject me with something. I don't like how it makes me feel; Weak, disoriented. Every night they shoot me from afar with some type of dart. It puts me to sleep. I bide my time hoping to find out more. I wait hoping that someone will say something and the memories will flood back into my fractured mind. They call me Eve because I am the first.

From what I have picked up there are at least sixteen humans on board this transport. I can smell them. A pilot, a co pilot, the doctor, and thirteen mercenaries. I feel there should be some significance in the number thirteen, but if there is I can not remember. The men are large, scarred, and hostile. They are uncouth compared to the doctor, and even weakened I sense the man's unease around the mercs. He doesn't like the way they look at me. The doctor has come to think of me as his own. Not his love, not his desire, not his child, but his pet. There, a flash of something…possibly a memory but it's gone too quickly for me to grasp. So I wait.

I've been in this chamber for thirteen days now. There it is, that number again, thirteen. The mercenaries are extremely excited. I smell it in their sweat. It seeps from their pores. The doctor is not pleased. He did not wish to stop, but they did not listen. When he reminded them of the money he pays the leader, Cades became angry. I do not know what happened, but I smelled fresh blood, and god how good it was. My heart sped up in joy as the coppery odor filtered to me. What am I?

Through eyes opened in narrow slits I see several of the men drag in a large prone body. It lives. I hear its heart beating, and taking a deep breath I know it is male. Once they have strapped him down I look more closely. His skin is dusky and glistens with sweat. The man wears the sleeveless black undershirt common on the mercs when they are readying for sleep. His pants are similar to theirs as well. Black goggles hang around his neck and his head is shaved clean. This man is more muscular than the others, and the bulging muscles in his arms, shoulders, and legs flex with the restraints. I smell the drug on him. He reeks of it. The one they give me each night. The one that is to make me sleep, but never lasts very long.

I have only been looking at him for a few moments when he raises his head to meet my gaze. His eyes are silver. He is not like the others either, but I sense that his eyes are not natural. No, his otherness is learned, not natural like me. He was born human, and was made into what he is. I was born whatever it is I am. He hasn't blinked, and neither have I. We haven't spoken, and that is for the best. For what would we say? He is a prisoner, as am I. There is no escape from this Hell that has become my cage. If there was, where would I go? I am a prisoner as much in my mind as in my body. Without memories to guide me there is no sanctuary.

He speaks. "Where am I?" His voice rumbles quietly, but I hear it as if he was next to my ear.

Should I speak? I tilt my head to look at him, and pull in his scent again. His difference, his odor, it is unique. Having had his scent now, I could find him again. "Transport ship." I say softly. Ah, his senses are as heightened as my own. He heard me and I spoke barely above a whisper. He tests his restraints. I pick up the slight movement. Even in full dark I have no problem seeing it. "There is no escape."

Now his head tilts at me. He doesn't know what I am. "And they tell me my eyes are strange."

I do not know of what he speaks. "There is no where to go."

"Always someplace to go." he answers and relaxes back as if he has all the time in the world. I think that is when I notice. He is in cryo, yet he does not sleep. This puzzles me, but I say nothing. Cades and his mercenaries are entering the room.

Cades walks up to me, but not too close. Yes, they fear me. "You awake again little girl. Well now, that won't do at all. Got to get your beauty rest." he chuckled. If only he knew how I dream of ripping out his heart. I crave it, but the craving frightens me. He steps back and looks to another man; I believe his name is Sharl. "Shoot her up." he orders.

The dart hits me in my thigh, and it stings. I feel the drug entering my body, and my eyelids grow heavy.

It does not take long before I awaken. I don't know how I know this, but I do. It occurs to me I have not seen the doctor since his altercation with Cades. I wonder what has become of him. His scent is everywhere, but there is no fresh scent of his to pick up. I look to the man, and though his head is back I know he does not sleep.

One of the mercenaries, Sharl, has entered the room. I smell anxiety. He doesn't want his leader to know he's in here. I also smell arousal. He comes close to me and I hold perfectly still, and perfectly relaxed. His hand touches my thigh, and revulsion sweeps my body. I wear a shirt similar to the undershirt my fellow captive wears, but the pants I'm in are short reaching only my upper thighs. Sharl's hand is reaching under the pants and traveling higher. He moves his head closer to me and trails his mouth up my abdomen to my breast. I continue to breathe carefully, not wanting him to realize I am awake. I have to fight to keep my lips from curling back into a snarl.

His head reached my throat and I looked down at his exposed neck. I feel my fingernails tighten, and lengthen. I feel my jaws expand as if my teeth grow, and I strike quickly and viciously going directly for his jugular. The predator within me knows the killing shot. His blood and flesh enter my mouth and I bite savagely. The taste is not only exciting, but it is divine. He screams.

The sound is loud and echoes in the metal chamber. I hear my fellow captive chuckling quietly. He was not frightened by what I was doing. Sharl fought me, but I was latched on and not letting go. He finally broke away but I had quite a bit of his throat in my mouth. I savored it. That fact both terrified me and made me exhilarated.

The lights burst on, momentarily blinding me, and the other men were screaming. I growled in anger and frustration. Cades stared at Sharl as he gulped in his last breath, and then looked at me with grim determination and anger. I licked the blood from my lips. "Shoot her up, double it." The darts hit me, but as I fell into that sleep I saw them covering that dead body.

"You know how to make a statement." His words brought a grin to my face. "You know how many on this boat?"

"Altogether, sixteen. Fifteen now, maybe fourteen. I haven't seen the Doctor since they brought you."

"He's breathing." the man informed me. "Saw him. A bit beaten, but breathin."

I wasn't sure if that pleased me or not so I said nothing. Someone had cleaned me while I slept. My clothes were clean, and the blood was gone from my face. It made me wonder what else they did while I slept. As if in answer to my thoughts he spoke again.

"Never seen so many big men scared of such a little girl." he chuckled. "Five of em changed ya, Cades watched over to make sure nothing happened."

"You know Cades?" I whispered.

The man shrugged. "Met him once before. Probably why he's got such a big crew this time."

The door to our prison opened and the doctor entered. He was badly bruised. Yes, Cades had certainly made the man suffer. I found I didn't care one way or the other. "Eve, what did you do?" he asked in part reverence, part revulsion. "No matter, no matter, I have a plan." The doctor walked away from me over to the man. The doctor smelled of fear; I could almost lap it up like cream. "I am going to free you Mr. Riddick. Yes, yes, I know who you are. You can kill these awful mercenaries who broke the terms of our arrangements, and then we will drop you off wherever you wish. I do not care of whatever bounty is on your head. Yes, yes, I just wish to take Eve home."

My ears pricked at this. Home? Where is this home? He is lying. I know he is. His sweat smells different when he lies…almost bitter.

"I will return shortly to free you." he whispered and walked out the door.

I turn to this man, this Riddick. "He lies. He will try to kill you."

Riddick looks at me lazily. "Yeah, probably."

"He smells of deception. Be careful for he has drugs in this place." At my words a flash of memory comes and I gasp at the pain of it. The doctor, injecting me with something that caused burning pain. My voice lowered. "They hurt."

Riddick just continued to look at me.

It wasn't long before the doctor returned. He did as he said and freed Riddick. I must admit I was envious. How I longed to be free. Riddick made no move towards the doctor. "Okay, okay, you wait here. I will make the lights go out and when they do you can do your work. Stay away from Eve." I think something cracked in the man's mind because he let out a high pitched giggle. He left us and I watched Riddick carefully.

He turned to look at me. I said nothing, afraid that if I spoke the words would be full of anger and jealousy. He approached me and I tensed slightly, but he made no move to touch me. Riddick breathed deeply. "Don't know what you are exactly Doll, but I'm thinking you should be having as much fun as I get to have." he practically growled. Cautiously he reached up and unlocked the restraints on my hands. "Unless you wanna stay with the doc?"

"No." was the only word I spoke. He bent and unlatched my feet and I dropped lightly to the floor. I stretched languidly. How long had it been since I'd had even this much freedom of movement? I honestly did not know. I said no thanks, and perhaps I should have, but I think it was more of something that had to be done instead of something done as a favor. The lights flickered and went out and I smiled in the dark. "Yessss." I almost hissed the word.

The doors slid open softly and Riddick moved into the hallway. I followed slightly crouched, but silent. Riddick carried something metal and I figured he'd picked up a scalpel from the infirmary. Riddick motioned to our right and I nodded once. I broke away from him and entered the room where two of the mercs slept. With a growl I was on the one closest to the door instantly. He barely made a noise as I ripped his throat out. The other man woke with a squeal. I tasted his fright. He couldn't see in the dark. I could. I leaped and raked my extended nails down his chest. The cuts were deep and blood welled. I lashed out with my claws again this time slicing his jugular.

The door slid open and one of the mercs stood in it with a gun. As I jumped I heard the shot ring out but I was too quick and it missed me. It was almost as if the blood was invigorating me. It seemed to be giving me some strength back. The mercenary and I slammed back into the wall of the hallway as I landed on him and I snapped his head to the side breaking his neck. Three down. Now I could hear the sounds of other screams and gunfire. Obviously Riddick had found the others. I moved stealthily down the hallway. Someone was moving towards me and it took only a moment for me to realize it was Cades.

It seemed wishes do come true. He hadn't seen me, or sensed me. Riddick was at the other end of the hallway laughing. "Where ya goin Cades? Thought you wanted to play."

As soon as the large merc reached me I swung my fist at him spinning him into the ground. He screamed with fright as he realized who'd hit him. I was on him in moments and he held extremely still while I sniffed at him. A low growl echoed from my throat. Riddick was coming up behind me and I turned slightly to growl at him. This was MY kill.

Riddick held up his hands. "I ain't getting in your way."

"Got my beauty rest Cades." I whisper to him. Then I plunge my elongated claws into his chest and crush his heart.

Almost everyone on board was dead with the exceptions of Riddick, the doctor, and me. The lights came back up shortly after I took care of Cades, and I saw Riddick pull up his goggles. The doctor was walking towards us from the infirmary and he held a syringe behind his back. I smelled it. The burning drugs. It seemed he thought to kill Riddick, and lock me back up. The doctor thought I would be docile and meek. What a fool. He was angry to see me out of my cage.

"This was not part of the bargain Riddick!" he said angrily. Like I said, fool. Then he spoke to me in a gentle tone. "Come now Eve. We're going to drop Riddick off and then we'll head home. You'll like it there."

I looked at Riddick once. He hadn't said a word. I stood straight up now. I happened to glance into the room with the two mercs I'd killed. There was a mirror. At first it frightened me, then I realized I was looking at myself. I raised one hand to my face. I'm a child. Not quite a child I suppose, but still not yet fully grown. My hair is black, long, and tangled. My skin is a golden tan color, and my eyes are a bright, vivid green that seem to almost glow with a strange light. An almost sheen similar to Riddick's eyes. I would not say I am pretty, but perhaps when I have reached adulthood I shall be. Right now I'm in that gangly stage that teenagers go through. Isn't it odd that I know this? I don't know how I do.

I look once more at Riddick. He knows I have seen myself, and he noticed my shock. I sigh once and move closer to the doctor, who seems pleased I am doing as he bids. When I reach him I stare and speak. "You are worse than Cades." I tell him. Then I lash out with both arms grabbing him by his shirt and slamming him into the metal cage I'd been kept in. He screams in pain and fear. I pay it no heed for he needs to suffer. I pick him up in a one handed choke hold and keep him in the air. His legs dangle to the floor and I take the syringe he had and thrown it to the side. He stares down at me from bulging eyes. My strength has returned I realize as I hold him effortlessly. I squeeze the life from him and wait for him to gasp his last breath. Then I drop his body to the ground as if it is merely a rag doll.

Now it is just Riddick and me. I turn to look at him. "I am hungry." I say quietly.

"Don't be getting any ideas." he says eyeing the blood around my mouth.

I shake my head. "No, you are not food." I breathe in his scent deeply. "You are something, but it is not food. I do not know what it is."