A/N: welcome to my Chronicles of Riddick Vaako/OC fic. i really don't like Dame Vaako, she's just evil, so i apologize to all of her fans. i don't own the Chronicles of Riddick movies or video games, and i've only seen the movies but never played the video games. well, enough of that. enjoy!

Chapter 1: Blame

Vaako marched down the halls of Necropolis looking for his wife. This was not going to stand. A Furyan as Lord Marshal? It was unthinkable. He spotted her walking toward him but she stopped when she caught sight of him and turned to head back down the hall. He marched up next to her and gripped her wrist, hard to drag her down the hall toward their room.

"You keep what you kill," Vaako muttered in disdain then hissed at her, "Now look what has happened?! Are you satisfied?! If you had not stopped me from warning the Lord Marshal we would not have a Furyan on the throne!"

"You would not be there either!" Dame Vaako hissed back as he still dragged her through the halls.

"I should have chopped the breeder's head off when I had the chance," Vaako grumbled at himself.

"And now your chances of doing that are greater," Dame Vaako replied as they walked into their. "Don't you see? Now you are even closer than before---!"

She was cut off when he pulled her in front of him and shoved her against one of the pillars, his hands clamped firmly to her arms, his eyes boring into hers in more anger than he could express.

"Stop it," he growled. "Be quiet, for once. I am tired of hearing your voice behind every decision I make. Before I kill you myself, stop."

He shoved away from her, his gaze still boring into hers as she stared back at him, her eyes wide with disbelief more than fear. Without another word, Vaako marched back toward the door and slammed it shut behind him as he walked out. He stood in front of the door, fuming and not knowing what to do.

If he was being completely honest with himself, he didn't care about becoming Lord Marshal now. It was the fact that a Furyan was on the throne that had him so angry. His wife was not making things any easier. He realized he had to put some sort of leash on her before she ran wild and he couldn't control her.

"So much for flawless."

Vaako's attention shot to his right to see a woman leaning against the wall several feet away. Her amber eyes were examining her nails under auburn, side-swept bangs, the rest of her hair loose and settled around her shoulders. Not the customary hair style for a Necromonger woman, but she was an exception for a reason. The soft tiers of her black dress flowed from her waist and covered her feet, the bodice made of sheer black material, showing off the black corset and brazier she was wearing. The uniform of one of the Lord Marshal's harem girls.

"Lenore," Vaako growled, marching toward her, but she didn't move from her spot, unfazed by his approach. He shot a hand up and clamped it around her neck, but instead of panicking, she only smirked dangerously at him. "You had a hand in this as well, didn't you?!"

"Would it please you if I said yes?" she retorted, but gave a small choked sound when his fingers dug a little harder into her throat.

"Don't talk to me like you do your master," he growled, stepping closer to her face, his hand still around her neck. "Answer me."

"No," she strained. "I didn't have a hand in any of this. But I have been eavesdropping on the two of you. Tell me Vaako, when are you gonna grow a pair and start thinking for yourself?"

He sneered as he gripped her neck a little tighter and pulled her forward only to slam her back against the wall, making her let out a strangled grunt.

"What have you heard?" he hissed.

"Everything," Lenore murmured as best she could against his hand. "Should I tell our new Lord Marshal how you and the misses so deviously planned to kill the former, or should I leave the honor to you?"

"You breathe one word of this and I will tear you apart with my own hands," Vaako growled.

"Promises, promises," she taunted. "Sure you don't wanna check with your wife before taking action?"

"Perhaps I should kill you now?" he ground out. "Is that what you're trying to accomplish?!"

"Let me ask you something," Lenore replied, calmly. "What is it you want?" Her hands slid to his abdomen, gently caressing his armor as they trailed up to his chest. "First Commander of the armada. Lord among the Necromongers. You have rank, power and strength…" She set her hands on his wrist and as if she had some sort of power over him, his grip loosened and he pulled his hand away altogether as she finished, "What more could you possibly want?"

Vaako's face scanned Lenore's before he yanked his hand away from her grip and glared at her, stepping close enough to whisper as she leaned back on the wall again.

"I hope Riddick takes you until you bleed," he growled in disdain and turned to walk away. He was a few marching steps away from her before she stopped him.

"So you're accepting his reign, are you?" she called, examining her nails again as he stopped in his tracks and turned to her. "A Necromonger, following the orders of a Furyan, the very race our former Lord Marshal committed genocide against? Is that what you would call irony?"

Vaako glared at her from his stance and she glanced at him from her nails, casually as she added, "And you know full well, the Lord Marshals never took their harem girls. We're all just for show. Then again, with Riddick as the Lord Marshal now, I'm sure that will change."

"Breathe one more word about Riddick and I will slit your throat," Vaako snarled, making Lenore glance at him again. "This will not stand."

"Oh, but it will," Lenore smirked, slyly as she stood from the wall and sauntered toward him, stopping next to him to murmur, "You see, I think…Riddick will enjoy having his own personal army at his beck and call, don't you?"

He didn't respond or look at her as he gritted his teeth. He wouldn't say aloud, but she had a put. A man like Riddick was just the kind of man to lead an army, but his disdain for the Furyan was stronger than any admiration or respect that might have been cropping up.

"I've always looked out for you, Damon," Lenore murmured, her tone suddenly soft and he turned his gaze to her as she set a hand on his arm. "Even though you didn't ask me to, I have."

"Don't call me that," he ground out, his gaze meeting hers. "That is not my name."

"It was," she replied. "You forget how much I know you. Your precious Dame can't know you like I do."

"That was another life, Lenore," he spat, pulling his arm away from her hand. "Do not mix the past with the present. Now if you'll excuse me, I have duties to attend to."

He marched off as Lenore stood in her place, watching him walk away and she gazed at the floor, letting a single tear roll down her cheek before she quickly wiped it away and marched off down the hall in the opposite direction that Vaako had gone. Always the opposite direction.

As he heard the click of her heels heading the other way, he slowly came to a stop, his angry frown disappearing as he ran through everything she had said. What she'd said was true. She had looked out for him, but no one else but he knew it. She'd looked out for him since the beginning on their home planet that both had forgotten the name of, and he knew he'd taken it for granted.

Shaking his head, Vaako resumed marching down the hall. He couldn't think about that now. There was a Furyan on the Lord Marshal's throne, and it could not stand. He would have to be convinced to give it up to someone who knew what it meant to be Lord Marshal. Enter First Commander Vaako.

Vaako made his way down the hall and saw Riddick marching toward his room, the girl that had helped him dead in his arms. His pace quickened and before the door shut behind Riddick, he jammed his foot in front of it and held it open. Vaako slightly stepped into the room as Riddick set Kyra on the bed as gently as if she were alive, surprising the Necromonger at the door.

"What the hell do you want?"

Vaako's gaze shot from the dead woman to Riddick as he turned to face the door, his shining gaze boring into him as they simmered with anger. Vaako swallowed silently as his heart started pounding in his chest. He'd forgotten the sensation of fear. It was almost welcome. Almost. He straightened in the doorway and nodded respectfully before shutting the door behind him, ignoring the shaking of his hands as he held them behind his back.

"What are your orders, Lord Marshal?" he asked in a surprisingly steady voice.

"Don't call me that," Riddick growled.

"But it is the respect you have…earned," Vaako replied, almost stumbling over the last word.

"I don't give a shit. Don't call me that," Riddick snarled and Vaako nodded.

"Very well…Riddick," he replied. "What are your orders?"

Riddick said nothing as he turned back to glance over the dead body on the bed for a moment before turning again and marching toward the door.

"Land the ships," he ordered, stepping around Vaako to open the door and head down the hall, the Lord following close behind. "Whatever it is you left on the planet to destroy it, reel it in and leave the people you kidnapped – because let's face it, you kidnapped them – back where they were."

"It is too late," Vaako reported. "The new converts have already accepted our ways."

Riddick stopped and whirled around to stare Vaako down, making him stop as well as the Furyan growled, "I don't give a shit. Do it."

Vaako gave a hesitant nod before asking, "Anything else, Riddick?"

"Yeah. "Get everybody in the throne room. I'm gonna make an announcement."

"An announcement?" Vaako frowned in wonder, but set his curiosity aside and nodded, "It will be done."

He stayed in his place as Riddick turned again and headed down the hall.

"A very good idea, my lord."

Vaako gave a sneer at the sound of his wife's voice as he turned to see her stepping next to him.

"Get close to him, earn his trust…" she trailed off as she stroked a hand down his cheek then continued, "and you will have what you want soon."

Vaako said nothing as he pulled his head from her hand. He blamed her for this. She had told him to give Riddick his chance, to let him wound the Lord Marshal so that Vaako could strike the killing blow. Well, Riddick did a little more the wound the Lord Marshal, and because Vaako had not killed Riddick when he the chance, the Furyan was the one of the throne. Of course, he blamed himself for letting himself be so easily manipulated by the witch standing next to him, and for hesitating when he had his weapon poised to kill the Lord Marshal, but the ambition of his wife had a bigger role in the present situation.

"I don't want it," he growled, not looking at her as she stared at him with wide, coal-lined eyes. "But if it is offered to me, I will accept…for the faith." He turned to Dame Vaako who seemed to be relieved at this response and growled, "You will have no special power. You will not have any influence over the army. Your only position will be to stand by my side and keep your mouth shut in order to keep your head on your shoulders. Am I understood?"

Dame Vaako's eyes were wide again and he could see the warped sense of lust in their brown depths but he ignored it.

"Am. I. Understood?" he repeated and she gave a small nod before he walked away from her, the opposite direction Riddick had gone.

He knew exactly where he was going. The whole time he was reprimanding his wife, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd made a mistake, marrying this woman. Then again, it hadn't really been his choice. It had been a marriage of convenience, not love or even fleeting affection. He couldn't even remember what the convenience had been now, but as he marched down the hall toward the one place he was forbidden, he could only think of one woman who he could now see as his wife.

Vaako stopped at the door of a room and hesitated before shoving it open and marching in. Two soldiers standing outside another door glanced at each other before turning back to Vaako.

"Lord Vaako," one of them started as they stepped in front of the door they were guarding. "You are aware of course that you are not allowed in here."

"The Lord Marshal is dead," Vaako growled before grabbing the collar of the armor of the soldier he spoke to and shoving him away then glared at the other man, making him step away from the door. "There is no need for you to stay here anymore."

He shoved the door open and whatever had been happening on the other side of the door came to a dead stop when he walked in. The room was full of young beautiful women, all wearing their black dresses, their hair down. They all stared at him as he scanned over them, looking for the woman he'd gone there for.

"You're not allowed here."

He turned around to see her standing next to the door, her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned on the wall.

"This is the Lord Marshal's harem. You can't be here."

He said nothing as he marched toward Lenore, grabbed her wrist and dragged her toward the door, slamming it shut behind him as she started struggling against his grip. He stopped in the inner room, the guards now gone, and shoved her against the far wall on one side of the door.

"Vaako---?!"

"Shut up," he growled, making her look up at him in wonder. "Don't say anything. Just---"

He couldn't finish his sentence. He wasn't sure what he wanted her to do and as she looked up at him, her eyes softened and she seemed to realize what he wanted. She slowly lifted her hands and slid them around his neck as he lowered his arms to his side, frowning slightly at her. She said nothing as she stepped closer to fill in the space between them, their gazes never parting.

Lenore tugged on his neck slightly to bring her closer to his face and gently brush her lips against his. No more encouragement was needed. Vaako instantly shoved her back against the wall, his hands flat against it as he pinned her body against it with his and his mouth instantly began devouring hers. She gave a small moan as his tongue invaded her mouth, exploring it without resistance and when he pulled away for breath, he gazed into her eyes as she licked her lips.

"Riddick is making an announcement soon," he breathed. "He wants everyone in the throne room to hear it."

Lenore only nodded as she slid her hands from around his neck to settle them on his arms as they still held their position on either side of her.

"I have things to do," he murmured, finally lowering his arms and attempting to walk away as she let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. He stopped half way to the door and looked at her over his shoulder to say, "Meet me here when the ships land again."

She lifted her gaze to him and nodded, knowing he could see her, and without another word, he walked through the outer doors and into the hall.

A/N: all i really have to say is...reviews?