I do not own TVD or TO or The Mummy (1999).
I've wanted to write this movie AU since I first started writing fanfiction but I could never quite see it fitting with my fav pairing ELEJAH. However I can see it happening with another pairing.
Thebes
2134 BC
Thebes… they called it the city of the living; the crown jewel of Pharaoh Seti I.
The people called him immortal, but no man can truly live forever. Not without cost at least. That was what he had told her.
Her confident steps never faltered as she strode through the garden that was really a corridor. She could feel their eyes on her, but none were allowed to touch for she was the Pharaoh's mistress.
He was a selfish man. He was a possessive man. He was a lecherous man.
Pharaoh's mistress. It was a fancy, polite way of saying she was his concubine; that her body belonged to him and him alone.
She had never chosen this life. It had been chosen for her.
She came from a respectable family. The shame had warred with their pride when she was chosen to be mistress to Seti. Her position came with prestige; she was one of the most powerful women in the court, but everyone knew she was his whore.
The list of people allowed to touch her was miniscule. It consisted of the Pharaoh and her handmaids; she despised both.
The handmaids would paint her body from head to toe. Clothing was not permitted for her during the warmer months of the year.
They happened to be living in the warmer months.
She knew guards were staring as she walked past them. Their eyes would be drawn to her glowing curves accentuated by the thick lines of black Kohl; it created a design of scales descending from her painted pectoral to the top of her sex. The only clothing she wore was the narrow cloth hanging between her thighs from a beaded belt.
The impression was that of a skin tight beaded dress, but anyone who stared long enough would see the smooth curves of her behind. They would trace the defined shape of her hips and perhaps catch a glimpse of her smooth core. It would take less than a glance to see her nipples formed into tight buds between the lines of paint.
She was naked, and she hated it. She kept her face impassive though. Who would dare to complain in her position?
She was the favorite. She was immortalized in stone and reliefs; her name would go down in history. Wasn't that what everyone always wanted? Wasn't that what truly mattered?
The gods would know her name when she arrived in the afterlife. She would live on in eternity.
She was his favorite, but he was not hers.
Her face remained impassive as she strode into the temple and past the ornate statues of Osiris. She could feel the eyes of the priests on her before she vanished between the curtains that led to the bedroom.
Her lips tipped up in a true smile when she saw him. He was her favorite.
Thebes was home to Silas, High Priest of Osiris and Keeper of the Dead.
Her eyes flicked slowly from his exposed chest to his eyes as his fingers traced the plains of her face and body without touching her skin. The proximity drove her mad when she repeated the action.
This was their ritual. This was all they were permitted to do, but damn it, she wanted more. She couldn't contain herself when she saw the passion in his darkened gaze.
Her hand grasped the back of his neck. It took no persuasion. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss. Quiet moans reverberated through her body. She couldn't stop them; his hands were roaming over her 'perfect body'.
She loved him, and he loved her. For that love they were willing to risk their lives.
She broke the kiss when she heard the loud crash coming from the antechamber. She exchanged a look with Silas before urging him to back away.
Her hand was stroking the golden head of a cat when the Pharaoh strode inside. She smirked and ran her eyes over his body suggestively; he loved it when she showed an openly obvious interest in him.
His eyes narrowed. Lifting his hand he pointed an accusing finger at her shoulder.
"Who has touched you?" His cry was outraged.
He was a possessive man.
Her heart leapt into her throat when she saw the smudged paint. They were always so careful, but passion had overtaken him; it had overtaken them both.
Her mouth popped open as she started to back away. Her hands were raised until she saw who pulled the Pharaoh's sword from its scabbard; she could see the shock on his face when he turned around.
"Silas," his eyes grew round, "my priest?"
Seti cried out in pain when a bronze dagger was plunged into his back. He had just seen Amara's determined eyes when the sword was stabbed into his abdomen. He lost track of how many times the couple ran him through; he was gone before the royal guards broke into the chamber.
Silas and Amara turned when the doors were forced open.
"You must go," she inhaled sharply when he tried to stand firm beside her. "No," she tore the sword from his hands, "save yourself, my love; only you can resurrect me."
Silas' eyes filled with despair. He knew what she planned to do; he would have fought to stay with her but he was outnumbered by his gold painted priests.
Determination settled over her shoulders like a well-worn blanket. She only had one choice, but that was alright; there were always options.
She met the eyes of the head of Pharaoh's guard and hissed: "my body is no longer his temple." It was almost satisfying when the blade plunged into her heart.
Amara's body was mummified. Her vital organs were removed and placed with in the sacred canopic jars.
For the crime of murdering the Pharaoh Amara's body was to be cursed. It was the duty of the High Priest to curse it; the prospect had filled Silas with dread even as he read from the golden book of the living.
The book contained the sacred incantations that would send the evil dead on a journey into the darkest parts of the underworld. Such a curse was used on Amara.
The slaves who buried the body under the sand were killed by the soldiers of the pharaoh; the soldiers were in turn slain by the priests for no unholy person could be allowed to know the exact location of the burial site.
The thing that was unknown was that there was another book. The Black Book of the Dead which was never to be opened, never to be read; it contained the incantations that would bring a body back to life as a most unholy thing.
It was hidden at Hamunaptra, City of the Dead, inside the statue of Anubis, so that no such sacrilege might ever bring disgrace to Egypt, but for his love of Amara Silas was willing to defy all.
Skulls bobbed in the thick black goop that made up the moat surrounding the underground cemetery. The water had once been crystal clear but the rot of human remains had long since turned it to sludge.
A quiet hum reverberated off the ceiling as the bald priests chanted and watched the proceedings with hooded, lifeless eyes. Their head rocked back and forth as they chanted; the collective voice was eerie as it rose from the heinous creatures that had once been vibrant men.
Silas finished removing the wrappings from her lifeless body; even in death she was gorgeous. He placed the canopic jars around her body and nodded. The organs were still fresh so a human sacrifice would not need to be made.
He chanted from the book and felt the large swirling hole that rose from the bog; it brought a gleam of fear to the eyes of several of the priests. They tore their eyes away and returned to their chanting.
A mist lifted from the swirling hole and passed through the jars and into the body of Amara. Within one of the jars her heart began to beat.
The voices of Silas and the priests, the rushing wind from the swirling hole and the beating heart filled the air until nothing else could be heard. When the noise was deafening Silas saw her eyes fly open.
Her soul had returned. All that remained was to return her organs to her body; their rightful place.
The noise grew impossibly loud as he lifted the ceremonial knife over her chest. He was about to plunge the blade into her chest when a mass of soldiers stormed the cemetery.
A loud crash announced the breaking of the canopic jar and the crushing of her heart.
Amara's soul lifted out of her body and dissipated back into the hole.
Silas had barely been given a chance to cry out when he was captured by the royal guards.
The priests were sentenced to be mummified alive.
For his crimes Silas was sentenced to endure the Hom-dai. It was the worst of the ancient curses. It was so terrible it had never before been bestowed on anyone.
Sacred scarabs were released into his coffin, by eating them he was cursed to stay alive forever, and by eating him they were cursed just the same.
Silas was to remain sealed inside his sarcophagus for all eternity. The Medjay would never allow him to be released for if he was he would arise as a walking disease, a plague upon mankind, an unholy flesh eater with the strength of ages, power over the sands, and the glory of invincibility.
And if were to ever succeed in raising his beloved from her place in the underworld they would become an unstoppable force; an infection upon the world: the apocalypse.
Is there any interest in this story? I'm thinking I'm going to write it anyway I'm just curious who would be interested in reading it. Let me know in the comments what you think of the casting call.
I'm thinking of the following for characters.
Evie/Evelyn - Elena
Rick O'Connel - Klaus
Jonathan - Kol
I've wanted to write this but Jeremy never really fit with Jonathan's character and the same for Elijah. I can however see it working if Klaus is the romantic interest who is a bit of a beast but can be a gentleman when he chooses.
Jeremy never really fit with Jonathan but I could see Kol in that role.
Or Kol could be the head of the Medjay; the group dedicated to ensuring Silas does not rise.
But then who would be Elena's (usually) drunk pick pocket of a brother: Enzo maybe? Or someone else?
I could see Elijah making an appearance as the Egyptologist in charge of the museum who keeps rejecting Elena's application to join the prestigious organization of braniacs and is secretly a member of the medjay.
I also need a character for Beni: I was thinking maybe Damon, Lucien, Marcel, or Tyler? The only problem is that Beni is this snivelling character who attaches himself to the strongest people in an effort to survive at all costs... kind of like a parasite. Should I give that role to somebody in TVD or TO or just leave him as is?