Damon had been looking at her unconsciously for his entire visit to
the museum. She was slender, with dark skin and chocolate eyes. There was
something more to her, and aura of confidence he couldn't fathom. When a
man slipped his arm around her toward her pocketbook, she whirled and
twisted his arm behind his back. Her eyes shone with an untouchable spark,
her head carried high. She was amazing…and Damon didn't even know her name.
As she sauntered over to the display of a tomb, Damon saw his chance and
walked over.
"Amazing, isn't it?" Damon commented, wincing inwardly. He sounded like his science professor at college. The woman nodded solemnly. Ah, a response! "It's a tomb of some sort…" He grabbed his head suddenly, as a tightness compressed it. Embarrassed, he looked over at the woman, and to his surprise, she was holding her head as well. "must be the ventilation," he laughed awkwardly. The woman smiled.
"It's so dark!" she gasped suddenly, hands groping like a mime at an invisible wall. Damon was alarmed, and he held out his hand instinctively.
"Here, just take my hand. It's gonna be OK," Damon assured her. His head cleared, and the woman seemed to recover. "OK, if that was not the weirdest thing…"he shook his head and smiled. "Damon Michaels," he said, mustering up all his courage. He started to extend his hand before realizing she already had it.
"Anna Beck," she replied, flashing him a dazzling smile. "Soo…well…" Damon grinned.
"Where are you headed?" Damon asked lightly. Anna pointed to a life- sized sculpture. "Amneris," Damon murmured, without thinking.
"Wow…she must have been a princess or someth---Pharaoh," Anna corrected herself. "Whoa, a female Pharaoh…Damon?" Anna glanced at her new companion. "You OK?" Damon nodded.
"I just got a weird feeling looking at her," Damon nodded to the sculpture. "Like, guilt or something."
"Betrayal," Anna murmured, looking up at the delicate blonde in expensive dress. She wandered back toward the tomb to escape the {guilt}, where she was overcome by a sense of breathlessness, lack of air. Damon came to stand by her side. "Damon, this is really lifelike. It's like, you can feel yourself suffocating. What do you think the story behind it is?"
"Um, maybe we can do some research over coffee or something," Damon blurted out. Anna smiled and nodded.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~~**~*~*~*~*~**~*~*
"So, for a long time, I've felt like there was someone inside me," Damon said. "People keep asking how I know so much about Egypt without picking up a book!"
"And how I know so much about Nubia without any research," Anna said. "It's like they expect me to know my exact lineage!" Damon groaned his agreement, and took a sip of his latte, before looking back at his notes.
"Hey, Anna, check this out. It's really interesting. There was this guy, in Ancient Egypt, called Radames, who…"
"was the captain of the Egyptian army. He was engaged to Princess Amneris, but was later arrested for treason…." Anna continued without looking.
"…and was buried alive with the Nubian Princess, Aida," they finished together. They stared at each other in shock, Anna into Damon's warm blue eyes, and Damon into Anna's brown ones. Damon shook his head. This was getting too, too weird. But Anna continued to stare at Damon.
"Damon."
"Anna." Damon grinned.
"Lift up your sleeve."
"what!"
"I mean it."
"No!"
"DAMON. NOW!"
"OK!" Damon hesitantly lifted his sleeve, and Anna gasped. He had a birthmark shaped like the eye of Horus. A voice unlike Anna's own whispered.
"Radames?"
Damon stared into her eyes, his eyes widened, then softened. "I told you I'd search a hundred lifetimes to find you again, Aida."
"Amazing, isn't it?" Damon commented, wincing inwardly. He sounded like his science professor at college. The woman nodded solemnly. Ah, a response! "It's a tomb of some sort…" He grabbed his head suddenly, as a tightness compressed it. Embarrassed, he looked over at the woman, and to his surprise, she was holding her head as well. "must be the ventilation," he laughed awkwardly. The woman smiled.
"It's so dark!" she gasped suddenly, hands groping like a mime at an invisible wall. Damon was alarmed, and he held out his hand instinctively.
"Here, just take my hand. It's gonna be OK," Damon assured her. His head cleared, and the woman seemed to recover. "OK, if that was not the weirdest thing…"he shook his head and smiled. "Damon Michaels," he said, mustering up all his courage. He started to extend his hand before realizing she already had it.
"Anna Beck," she replied, flashing him a dazzling smile. "Soo…well…" Damon grinned.
"Where are you headed?" Damon asked lightly. Anna pointed to a life- sized sculpture. "Amneris," Damon murmured, without thinking.
"Wow…she must have been a princess or someth---Pharaoh," Anna corrected herself. "Whoa, a female Pharaoh…Damon?" Anna glanced at her new companion. "You OK?" Damon nodded.
"I just got a weird feeling looking at her," Damon nodded to the sculpture. "Like, guilt or something."
"Betrayal," Anna murmured, looking up at the delicate blonde in expensive dress. She wandered back toward the tomb to escape the {guilt}, where she was overcome by a sense of breathlessness, lack of air. Damon came to stand by her side. "Damon, this is really lifelike. It's like, you can feel yourself suffocating. What do you think the story behind it is?"
"Um, maybe we can do some research over coffee or something," Damon blurted out. Anna smiled and nodded.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~~**~*~*~*~*~**~*~*
"So, for a long time, I've felt like there was someone inside me," Damon said. "People keep asking how I know so much about Egypt without picking up a book!"
"And how I know so much about Nubia without any research," Anna said. "It's like they expect me to know my exact lineage!" Damon groaned his agreement, and took a sip of his latte, before looking back at his notes.
"Hey, Anna, check this out. It's really interesting. There was this guy, in Ancient Egypt, called Radames, who…"
"was the captain of the Egyptian army. He was engaged to Princess Amneris, but was later arrested for treason…." Anna continued without looking.
"…and was buried alive with the Nubian Princess, Aida," they finished together. They stared at each other in shock, Anna into Damon's warm blue eyes, and Damon into Anna's brown ones. Damon shook his head. This was getting too, too weird. But Anna continued to stare at Damon.
"Damon."
"Anna." Damon grinned.
"Lift up your sleeve."
"what!"
"I mean it."
"No!"
"DAMON. NOW!"
"OK!" Damon hesitantly lifted his sleeve, and Anna gasped. He had a birthmark shaped like the eye of Horus. A voice unlike Anna's own whispered.
"Radames?"
Damon stared into her eyes, his eyes widened, then softened. "I told you I'd search a hundred lifetimes to find you again, Aida."