A/N: Here's the second chapter hope you like it please review
Chapter two: Meeting Bastet
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The O'Connells Ardeth and Abbass rode away from Bubastis with speed. Cassandra could not help but look back at the ruins as her stomach fills with guilt, and a restless itch settled beneath her skin as she got further and further from that throne room. "Hello." A masculine voice to her right, and she looked into the eyes of Ardeth's apprentice.
"Uh hi," Cassandra said looking over at the man. He had warm dark eyes and a wide smile.
"I'm Abbass Shadid," he held out his hand, and hopefulness swam in his eyes. Cassandra paid closer attention to the man and took his warm slightly calloused hand.
"Cassandra O'Connell," she said shaking his hand and tuning back into the conversation her parents were having with Ardeth Alex, and Jonathon taking up the rear.
"Why could she read the inscription when I couldn't?" Evie asked looking at Ardeth.
"I'm not sure."
"I've researched Bastet, and in all of my findings she was one of the more peaceful gods."
"That is true she defeated the Trickster Apophis, and guided souls to Anubis."
"That's why Imhotep was afraid of cats because of her," Rick said, and everyone looked at him in astonishment, "What I listen sometimes, and after nearly forty years you think I didn't pick up something."
Evelyn reaches over and pulls her husband down into a heated kiss. He looks at her with wide shock filled eyes for a moment before melting into his wife, and pulling her closer to him, and nearly pulling her off her camel. Affection welled within her as Cassandra looked at her parent's display. She knew what love looked like because of Evelyn and Rick O'Connell; her parents were the most open and loving people Cassandra had ever come across in her young life, and her heart clenched at knowing that she was never going to get to have what her parents had. Then the nervous energy emerged again, and she glanced back again at the ruins that were now out of sight.
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The sun was setting, and Cassandra was resting against the headboard staring out the window absent-mindedly when there was a knock on the door, and Jonathon strolled in. "Hello, old mum I brought some cards."
"No offense Uncle Jon, but if you don't have gin I don't really feel like playing poker."
Her uncle smiled wide, and pulled a bottle of said gin from behind his back, and sat on the edge of the bed. "Cass it's going to be ok you know your parents have a bit of experience with this sort of thing. Now let's play cards."
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That night Cassandra, still drunk, and mostly asleep was startled awake by the creaking of the floorboard. She grabbed her gun from the night stand and aimed at the noise. She saw green glowing eyes in the corner of her room, and the restlessness that had crept into her bloodstream dissipated somewhat. Then the eyes moved in front of the window, and moonlight illuminated the woman, and she chuckled.
"Oh, darling are you drunk." Her voice was soft and rich and lilted with an accent of an Egyptian dialect long forgotten, and Cassandra melted into it.
"Nnnnooo," Cassandra slurred keeping her gun trained on the woman.
"What's that?" She asked cocking her head to the side.
"Sssss a gun."
"Gun, well mortals have come a long way." She was suddenly in front of Cassandra with the gun in her hand now weighing it in her palm.
"Who are you?"
"Why I'm Bastet, but you already knew that."
"Why are you h-here?" Cassandra asked looking at this woman fighting the drooping of her eyelids.
"I always come for you my darling."
"Always?" Cassandra was sinking back onto the bed, and she couldn't fight off the gin in her system, and the rich voice blanketing over the youngest O'Connell.
"Yes darling always, now please sleep." She pulled the blankets up to the girl's chin as her eyes closed, and her breathing evened out. "Good night my love." The goddess brushed her lips over her forehead and went back to her throne room to wait until morning with a wide smile on her face, contentment settling in her gut for the first time in a century.
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Cassandra knew she had drunk too much judging by the marching band wreaking havoc across her cranium. groaning she sat up and rubbed her forehead, her stomach roiling. There was a knock on her door, and her brother waltzed in. holding a tray of fruit, and various meats. "Hey baby sis," he sat on the edge of the bed smiling softly and picked at the fruit.
"When are we leaving?" Cassandra asked taking a greasy piece of meat, and grateful that her stomach settled a little.
"Mum and dad left this morning hoping to get ahead of whatever this is."
"Wait they left already; why didn't they wait for me I can help, and why are you here."
"I got left behind too, what do you say we meet them there I think Uncle Jon needs a little more sleep though you must have cleaned him out last night."
"Oh yeah by at least fifteen pounds." He chuckled at his little sister and ruffled her hair for a moment.
"C'mon get dressed."
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The O'Connell siblings raced across the bridge to get to Bubastis egging each other to get there first. The restless energy that buzzed beneath Cassandra's skin lessened the closer they got to the throne room.
Cassandra got there first, and immediately dismounted, and ran to the new hole in the ground that her parents must have made. She immediately grabbed the rope and began to descend into the pit. When her feet hit the ground arms wrap around her middle, and gently pulled her back. Cassandra pulled her gun and spun around, and there was the person that had been stone the previous day. The creature backed up and held up her hands in surrender.
"Hello, darling tell me what do you remember from last night?"
"What did you do something to me last night?"
"What no of course not what do you take me for?"
"I don't know what happened last night?"
"We were properly reintroduced?"
Reintroduced?"
"Of course you don't remember me at all do you?"
"Should I?"
"Darling I am Bastet, and you are the reincarnation of my lover." she said just as Alex dropped down beside her.
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A/N: Lupite Nyong'o is who I see when I think of Bastet.