Age of Edward Contest

Pen Name: boots-7

Title: Transcending Time

Type of Story: One Shot

Type of Edward: Egyptian Empire Edward (3000 Years Ago)/ Modern-day Edward (1984)

Rating: M/LR, AU

Beta: Kimberly Ball and shelle87

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters. I only own this storyline and a portion of coffee that keeps me going.

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Part One: Reunion

"Sire, you must leave this place at once!" cried his most loyal servant. "The enemy has defeated your army and is heading straight for the palace. You must flee!"

The pharaoh staggered to his feet in disbelief. Never had he thought the day would come when his mighty Egyptian army would fall to the hands of his enemy. He had been too stubborn—too sure of victory before the war had begun. And now Ra was making him pay for his foolishness with Egypt.

Oh, how he wished he could take it all back.

The pharaoh lifted his sorrowful golden eyes to his servant and, in a broken voice unfitting for a king, he asked, "Where is my wife?"

The servant, having feared for only the welfare of his mighty pharaoh, had completely forgotten about the queen. His tanned face drained of all color as he opened his trembling lips and gave his answer, "I … I don't know, sire. I-I n-never thought …"

Sudden fury erupted within the pharaoh's chest. He slammed his fist against the nearby wall and glared at his servant. "What do you mean you don't know? She's your queen!" he shouted. "Find her and bring her to me! I refuse to leave without her. Go. NOW!"

The servant bowed low to the ground before scrambling away. The pharaoh, once alone, fell back onto his throne and ran a hand down the side of his remarkable face. He prayed to Ra that his wife was alright. She was everything to him. He would not go on if she wasn't' okay.

The sound of hurried footsteps broke the pharaoh from his train of dark thoughts. He lifted his powerful head, clad in the finest gold, and saw it … the end of him. His most loyal and trusted servant was kneeled low to the ground and covered in the queen's blood.

The pharaoh let out the most agonized scream and collapsed onto the floor. Tears ran down his cheeks like the Nile River, as he sobbed his beloved's name over and over again, until his voice grew hoarse.

...

I awoke with a resounding gasp. Blood pounded in my ears as I pulled back the bedcovers and shot straight to the bathroom. I ran to the toilet and emptied the contents of my stomach. Ripping a handful of toilet paper from the roll, I wiped my mouth and flushed when I was done. I staggered over to the sink and rinsed my mouth out with cold water.

Shutting the tap off, I stared at my reflection in the mirror above the sink.

Fuck. I looked like shit.

There was no color in my face at all. My green eyes were bloodshot with bags upon bags underneath them—evidence of my many sleepless nights.

"Stupid fucking dreams," I growled as I exited the bathroom and climbed back into bed. I ran my hand through my tousled red hair and glanced at the clock on the bedside table—2:00 AM.

I scowled and turned my head into the pillow, shutting my eyes stubbornly.

Six more hours until I had to be in work, I was going to spend it sleeping. Even if it killed me.

...

"—and that's why it's so important, guys," I finished, just as the bell rang signaling the end of class.

I grabbed my stack of papers and folded them neatly underneath my arm. I waited until the last of my students left the room before heading out as well. I bypassed several of my work colleagues on the way to my office and acknowledged each of them with a nod. The men nodded in return while the women smiled at me flirtatiously.

I sighed and quickened my pace, not wanting to give any of the women a chance to talk to me. The fates were cruel today though because Tanya Denali, the cooking teacher, suddenly placed herself directly in my path, forcing me to stop.

"Edward!" she exclaimed, "How nice to see you! Did you get my text last night?" She brushed her breast up against my arm suggestively.

I stiffened. Wondering what the hell was she trying to pull?

"What do you want, Tanya?" I demanded.

Tanya smirked. "Okay, Mr. Cullen, you want me to cut to the chase like a good girl? I want to fuck you again—badly. You're a goddamn king in bed and I want another round with you. I haven't gotten off in a while … so I need the release. Are you in?"

"Tanya, listen to me very carefully. What happened last Friday between us was a mistake. It won't be happening again. So leave me the fuck alone." I shoved her away from me and stormed to my office, seething.

I was too fucking tired to put up with her shit today. As soon as the next bell rang, I was out of here.

I needed some sleep.

...

"Did you feel it?" she asked.

The pharaoh furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. What exactly was he supposed to be feeling for?

The queen sighed and dropped her husband's hand from her belly. "I'm going to kill that physician," she grumbled. "He said you'd be able to feel the baby kick."

The pharaoh was momentarily stunned. His beloved … was pregnant? Praise the Gods! He was going to be a father! Pulling her closer to him, the pharaoh kissed his wife passionately.

The queen moaned, delighted she had pleased her husband. She pulled him down on top of her and stroked his member with her hand.

The pharaoh gasped at his wife's boldness.

Two could play at this game.

He shot his hand down to the heaven between her legs and teased her nub. The queen's groans of pleasure were music to his ears. The pharaoh's breathing grew erratic as he quickly lost patience. He pulled his wife's hand away from his cock and slammed it inside of her instead.

The queen cried out in surprise.

They moved together in perfect synchronization, reaching for the skies, and climaxing simultaneously. The pharaoh collapsed on top of his wife, who caught him with open arms. She stroked his damp hair and placed a kiss on his brow, humming an Egyptian lullaby that sent them both to sleep.

...

I woke up again, but this time sporting a massive hard-on. I groaned and pulled back the bed sheets, chancing a look at the clock before heading into the bathroom for a cold shower.

3:25 AM., another sleep-deprived night.

This couldn't go on.

Every single fucking night I dreamt about the exact same fucking pharaoh and his fucking wife. I couldn't handle it anymore! My friends thought I was insane. My family wanted me to see a shrink.

It was going to stop once and for all.

I booked a ticket on the next flight to Egypt.

...

"Is it true, love? Are you really going to declare war against them?" the queen asked. Her brown eyes alight with worry.

The pharaoh nodded gravely. "I'm afraid so. They have paid Egypt a great insult by disregarding our country's trade agreement. As a result, the Egyptian people are starving. They refuse any form of negotiation. My hands are tied, dearest. War is inevitable now."

Teary-eyed, the queen embraced her husband.

The pharaoh buried his head into his wife's long mahogany hair, breathing in the wonderful scent. He was secretly confident Egypt would win the upcoming war without much difficulty because Ra was on their side.

...

The sand beneath my feet shifted with each step I took closer to my tent. Sweat beaded down the back of my sun-burnt neck and made my t-shirt cling to me like a second skin. My brimmed-hat did little to shield me from the scorching sun, but today was my last day in Egypt and I was thankful for it.

Tomorrow I'd be home in California, teaching music to high school students once again.

I was looking forward to it.

The excavation site where I'd been residing for the past month and half, belonged to my cousin, Alice Brandon—an archeologist. She was the head honcho "of operation" finding the entrance to Queen Isa's tomb. The very same queen I'd been dreaming about for so long.

That's right; the queen from my dreams was real. She had lived in Egypt over three thousand years ago.

When I had first heard about her through Alice, I'd been stoked. It had given me a false sense of hope to finding out why I had been dreaming about her and some pharaoh. But today marked my last day in Egypt and I had yet to find my answer. And unless some bizarre twist of fate occurred during my last hours here, it looked like I'd be going home in the same condition I'd left: sleep-deprived and confused.

"Dr. Brandon, we've found it! We've found the entrance to Queen Isa's tomb! It's amazing!"

Holy shit! I pivoted around on my foot and went in search of Alice. I found her bent over a pile of artifacts and quickly hurried to her side. Alice lifted her head upon seeing me, before glancing over at the woman calling her name.

I waited patiently as the woman, another archeologist, informed Alice of their discovery.

I watched in fascination as Alice's mouth slowly curled upwards into a telltale grin. She turned to me with shining eyes. "Edward, can you believe it?" she questioned. "We've finally found it, and on your last day too! Isn't this exciting?"

"Yeah, it sure is, Al," I replied with false enthusiasm. The truth is I was piss-scared. Something had obviously twisted fate in my favor. The question that irked me was who … or what exactly.

"Yo! Are you coming, cousin?" Alice called.

Ridding myself of the thoughts, I quickly replied, "Of course," and followed after her.

Alice led me right into the heart of the excavation site.

I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by it all.

She took me past the remains of an ancient Egyptian wall they'd dug out of the sand. I was amazed by the hieroglyphics, they were fantastic.

W-Wait a minute… What the fuck is that? I stopped abruptly and focused on a particular engraving on the wall. My face drained of all color. It was a drawing of a man adorned in the finest Egyptian jewelry and clothes. On his head sat a crown I'd only seen photographs of pharaoh's wearing. He was sitting on a throne pointing to another man—a servant or slave—but it was his eyes that captured me. They were gold.

He was the pharaoh from my dreams—Queen Isa's husband. However, that's not what freaked me out the most. It was the fact that he looked exactly like me!

Unlike the queen in all of my dreams, I had never actually gotten a clear visual of the pharaoh—just his eyes.

It freaked me out.

I started hyperventilating when someone suddenly yanked my arm. I stumbled backwards and fell, landing flat on my ass in the dirt. "Ouch! What the hell…? Alice!" I exclaimed, standing up and brushing the sand off of my pants, "You didn't need to try and tug my fucking arm off!"

"Shut up, Edward," Alice snapped, folding her arms. "You weren't behind me so I panicked. This place is dangerous. We're walking in uncharted territory here, so you need to stick close to me at all times. If—"

"Al," I interrupted, cutting her off mid-sentence, "I'm sorry, okay? I'm just … a bit on edge with all this excitement going on around me. I'll be fine if… if you can just give me a minute to clear my head."

Alice's eyes softened with understanding. She heeded my request and let me alone.

I closed my eyes and breathed in and out slowly, trying to calm my racing nerves. I reminded myself again of why I was here.

With determination I eventually overcame my doubts and opened my eyes and let Alice know I was ready. Nothing was going to deter me from finding the answer to my dreams… with the exception of finding myself alone and lost in the tomb of Queen Isa, three hours later.

How the fuck did this happen?

Alice, a group of four volunteers and I had entered the tomb some three hours earlier to scout around. We had split up into pairs each going our separate ways. I had been partnered with a man named Pierce who had abandoned me within the first half an hour, because he wanted to go off "Indiana Jones style" and explore the tomb by himself.

I would have fought him tooth and nail for even considering it, had it not been for the fact he was six-foot-four and built like a tank. Where Alice had found a guy like him, I had no clue. All I knew was the fucker had left me to fend for myself and hadn't returned along with Alice and the others.

Once again I found myself to be freaking out—but this time I was truly terrified. Was I going to be stuck down here, forever? Would I die down here? I shuddered and stared down at my flashlight. Sometime soon the inevitable would happen and the batteries would die and I would be forced to endure the darkness of the tomb.

I fought the urge to call out Alice's name again. I had tried several times over the last hour, but no reply had come back to me. Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes. I rubbed at them furiously. I had always hated crying, ever since I was kid. They made my eyes feel itchy and my nose runny.

I paused mid-rub when I suddenly heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Alice? My mind cried. I felt the blood drain from my face as I snapped up my head.

It wasn't Alice. It was Queen Isa!

She was standing two meters away from my huddled form on the sandy floor; timeless, ageless and gloriously beautiful. She was dressed to perfection, wearing the exact same outfit I had seen her in before … An unknown voice from somewhere, deep within the hidden premises of my mind, suddenly emerged and finished the sentence for me.

… I died.

All my fear and worry seemed to drain away as Queen Isa approached me, her hips gently swaying. When her bare toes brushed against the bottom of my shoes, she stopped and bent down on her knees in front of me, till our faces were level. She cupped my chin in the palm of her hand and stroked away the wet trail of tears I had tried, in vain, to get rid of.

"My pharaoh," she murmured in a strange language, "Why have you been crying?"

Against all logic I answered her using the exact same language. "I've been crying because I-I'm …" I swallowed a lump in my throat, "I-I'm … lost."

Queen Isa gazed deeply into my eyes then and something miraculous happened.

It was like waking up from a dream—the feeling you got when coming home after a long time spent away. Suddenly, everything that hadn't made sense to me before did and I realized what the dreams meant.

They had been her calling to me.

My mouth curved upwards. I raised my hand and stroked a thumb over Queen Isa's too-soft lips, which mirrored my own smile.

"Oh, my love, at last you've returned to me and our child. Thank, Ra," she whispered, leaning forward and kissing me deeply, reminiscent of a woman drowning.

I dropped the flashlight and it rolled across the floor. The light bulb within it flickered on and off before finally going out, bathing the room in darkness.