Following with friend Mommints, instead of posting the second part as a separate story, I've decided to make it part of a collection of snippets. :-D This one below is my first delve into The Mummy and the next is a silly little thing born of weirdness at 2am. :-O My thanks in advance to anyone that reviews and to those who already have.

Parting Thoughts
Rating: G
Author: Nine - ninthsaturn@yahoo.com
Summary: Evy's thoughts after a few weeks rest in Cairo.
Note: This is my first The Mummy fic, so be kind. Also, if anyone knows where I can find any good Imhotep based fiction, PLEASE let me know where I can read it too! hehehe.

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Death is only the beginning. Those words still run through my memory every now and then. A few weeks doesn't make the horror we went through any less fresh in our memories. Oh Jonathan and Rick pretend to shrug it off. Isn't that just like a man? Nonsense! I don't believe for a second that it was any eaiser for them for get over the events we witnessed in that dreadful city than it was for me. Who could simply forget a 3,000 year old mummy chasing after you? But they refuse to talk about it. So, I am left to deal with my thoughts and nightmares alone.

I suppose it wasn't all bad. If it wasn't for that bloody trip I wouldn't have met O'Connell. There were some okay times on that trip I suppose - before waking Imhotep. I can't help but feel chilled whenever I think of him, Imhotep. I dream of him every night. Strange dreams filled with strange images of both horror and oddly enough sometimes they are more quiet and subdued. Dreams of him whispering to me in his ancient tongue. They leave me wondering who he really was. By now he was a monster, but who was this man that had won the heart of an ancient Egyptian Pharaoh's mistress? This man that would put himself in that kind of danger for the love of a woman? To risk a Pharaoh's anger could win, and had won him, punishments unimaginable. Those dreams are just odd. Why do I have them?

Last night as I lay there in the Egyptian heat I dreamt of him, one of those quiet dreams. There I was in what my mind's eye painted as Pharaoh's temple, standing alone. I had the sense of expectation in the dream and I'd had enough of these to know what I was expecting. And then he was there. Imhotep beckoned me from the shadows and not of my own volition I went to him. He whispered something I barely had time to translate and then kissed me. If that wasn't disturbing enough, he then took my arm and dragged me to where I saw great opened sarcophagus. He pushed me in it and said that cursed "death is only the beginning" and closed the lid. For a moment all was dark and then I had the distinct impression of bugs crawling over me. It was horrid. Thankfully I woke up after that. That was one of my more tame dreams. Perhaps they are finally fading. I'd like to think I can go back to a normal dream life. But that phrase will haunt me forever. Why did he say it as he died? Before Hamunaptra I would never have asked myself this question, but now I have to wonder if this man is haunting my dreams. Perhaps his death was the beginning of my nightly torture. Good Lord, I hope not. But what can I do to end these dreams? Some of them are so horrible that I find myself longing for the ones that are on the more passionate side.

Well thankfully Jonathon, O'Connell and I are leaving Cairo tomorrow and hopefully I can leave Imhotep behind as well. But like I said - how can anyone forget something like this?