Notes: A teaser for an upcoming alternate ending 'The Mummy' I've begun working on. Won't post it, probably, if no one shows any interest. ^^;
Etc.: Anck-su-namun killed Evelyn before the guards got to *her*. All ya need to know for this. Oh, and Nefertari (the correct spelling for Nefertiri's name) exists separately in the afterlife from Evelyn; Meela and Anck-su-namun were melded in TMR, and Nefertari has yet to meld with Evelyn in this fic. If that made sense...
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Murmurs in Death: Excerpt/Teaser from Chapter Two
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Nefertari turned to look at her with a faint expression of shock, confusion and - Evelyn thought it might be sadness, but she could not tell; considering they shared the same face, she found this slightly alarming and was prepared to say so when she heard the voice that had given the other her reason to grow still:
"Evelyn?" asked the baritone voice, powerful and lost, as if its owner knew not where he was. Arguably he did not; this was her soul's paradise in the afterlife and thusly it was all but mind-boggling that he could enter, even if he had died.
She could not think on it, though, not with the way she could suddenly feel as if all her senses had come alive, hearing distantly as the warm flooding thud of her blood slowly began to start again. Evelyn did not know how it was Rick had come to her, not unless he had taken his life or - God forbid - Imhotep had echoed Anck-su-namun's last action and taken the man's soul from his body, but she knew he had come. He always comes, whispered a voice in the back of her head; he saved me when I was attacked on the boat, fought with me when I hated him, came to me when I was to die.
And so was she terribly surprised that O'Connell had found some way to come to her heaven?
"He should not be here," Nefertari whispered, her voice oddly pained, like that of a small girl seeing something her heart truly desired but not being able to scrape up the courage to speak it aloud. "He cannot be here..."
But Evelyn was already running between the elegant copses of trees, her tangled black hair twisting in the wind with each step, and she broke free of the sky's coloring winds, her run slowing to a hesitant walk in a few moments. As she slowed, fading into a motionless stand with the coils of her black nightgown and scarf - what last she had worn, so vastly inappropriate to speak to the man she had come to realize she loved - she felt the fear grow stronger than her joy, anger more powerful than her love.
"What in heaven's name are you doing here, O'Connell?" she shouted, her voice breaking and sudden tears blinding her. "How can," she choked, lifting her hands to press her palms to her dark eyes, unable to meet his piercing gaze, "how can you be here, unless you are dead?" She could not stand it if he were dead, no matter if she was already dead herself, no matter if they might be together in the beauty of the afterlife; she wanted him to live and experience everything.
"Evelyn?" he asked, his deep voice piercing the solitude stillness that had overtaken her Egyptian paradise. She heard him stepping through the rich grass - lush and green, so different than that which cultivated Egypt with harsh brittle stalks - and then felt his hands, warm and calloused and large on the nearly bare skin of her shoulders, brushing her skin. "Oh, God, Evelyn--!"
She dropped her hands, prepared to scream at him for being so foolish as to die - part of her knew it was childish but did nothing to speak against her urge - and wanting to grab him, hold herself to him as they existed together, and his grip changed from hesitantly gentle to strong and--
Needy.
Evelyn glanced up at him, surprise on her own features as she recognized the intent, faraway look on his face as being that of affectionate hunger; he had worn the same expression when he first saw her in the clinging, gauzy Bedouin dress.
"O'Connell," she started, unsure if her tone was indignant or wondering, and then he had bent his head down the inches separating them, crushing his mouth to hers. She closed her eyes, feeling a tiny prick of moisture where his tongue pierced her lips, and the winds murmured, resuming their whispering songs in her new world.
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Feedback: Really, seriously, wholly - I'd be very appreciative. *nods* And, truly, I have several other stories to work on, so if no one seems interested, I won't keep this up/post anymore. :] Not trying to annoy, but I have a limited time on the computer to write and I do have other stories I need to finish.
Disclaimer: Stephen Sommers can have my vital organs - if he wants 'em. Universal owns, I don't. But I wish I did! (Does that count?) My nickel for Jonathan offer still stands...
Murmurs in Death: Teaser/Excerpt originally posted at http://graceofshadows.tripod.com/soincredible/ on July 03, 2003.
Etc.: Anck-su-namun killed Evelyn before the guards got to *her*. All ya need to know for this. Oh, and Nefertari (the correct spelling for Nefertiri's name) exists separately in the afterlife from Evelyn; Meela and Anck-su-namun were melded in TMR, and Nefertari has yet to meld with Evelyn in this fic. If that made sense...
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Murmurs in Death: Excerpt/Teaser from Chapter Two
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Nefertari turned to look at her with a faint expression of shock, confusion and - Evelyn thought it might be sadness, but she could not tell; considering they shared the same face, she found this slightly alarming and was prepared to say so when she heard the voice that had given the other her reason to grow still:
"Evelyn?" asked the baritone voice, powerful and lost, as if its owner knew not where he was. Arguably he did not; this was her soul's paradise in the afterlife and thusly it was all but mind-boggling that he could enter, even if he had died.
She could not think on it, though, not with the way she could suddenly feel as if all her senses had come alive, hearing distantly as the warm flooding thud of her blood slowly began to start again. Evelyn did not know how it was Rick had come to her, not unless he had taken his life or - God forbid - Imhotep had echoed Anck-su-namun's last action and taken the man's soul from his body, but she knew he had come. He always comes, whispered a voice in the back of her head; he saved me when I was attacked on the boat, fought with me when I hated him, came to me when I was to die.
And so was she terribly surprised that O'Connell had found some way to come to her heaven?
"He should not be here," Nefertari whispered, her voice oddly pained, like that of a small girl seeing something her heart truly desired but not being able to scrape up the courage to speak it aloud. "He cannot be here..."
But Evelyn was already running between the elegant copses of trees, her tangled black hair twisting in the wind with each step, and she broke free of the sky's coloring winds, her run slowing to a hesitant walk in a few moments. As she slowed, fading into a motionless stand with the coils of her black nightgown and scarf - what last she had worn, so vastly inappropriate to speak to the man she had come to realize she loved - she felt the fear grow stronger than her joy, anger more powerful than her love.
"What in heaven's name are you doing here, O'Connell?" she shouted, her voice breaking and sudden tears blinding her. "How can," she choked, lifting her hands to press her palms to her dark eyes, unable to meet his piercing gaze, "how can you be here, unless you are dead?" She could not stand it if he were dead, no matter if she was already dead herself, no matter if they might be together in the beauty of the afterlife; she wanted him to live and experience everything.
"Evelyn?" he asked, his deep voice piercing the solitude stillness that had overtaken her Egyptian paradise. She heard him stepping through the rich grass - lush and green, so different than that which cultivated Egypt with harsh brittle stalks - and then felt his hands, warm and calloused and large on the nearly bare skin of her shoulders, brushing her skin. "Oh, God, Evelyn--!"
She dropped her hands, prepared to scream at him for being so foolish as to die - part of her knew it was childish but did nothing to speak against her urge - and wanting to grab him, hold herself to him as they existed together, and his grip changed from hesitantly gentle to strong and--
Needy.
Evelyn glanced up at him, surprise on her own features as she recognized the intent, faraway look on his face as being that of affectionate hunger; he had worn the same expression when he first saw her in the clinging, gauzy Bedouin dress.
"O'Connell," she started, unsure if her tone was indignant or wondering, and then he had bent his head down the inches separating them, crushing his mouth to hers. She closed her eyes, feeling a tiny prick of moisture where his tongue pierced her lips, and the winds murmured, resuming their whispering songs in her new world.
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End Teaser/Excerpt
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Feedback: Really, seriously, wholly - I'd be very appreciative. *nods* And, truly, I have several other stories to work on, so if no one seems interested, I won't keep this up/post anymore. :] Not trying to annoy, but I have a limited time on the computer to write and I do have other stories I need to finish.
Disclaimer: Stephen Sommers can have my vital organs - if he wants 'em. Universal owns, I don't. But I wish I did! (Does that count?) My nickel for Jonathan offer still stands...
Murmurs in Death: Teaser/Excerpt originally posted at http://graceofshadows.tripod.com/soincredible/ on July 03, 2003.