First Sight

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Evelyn's p.o.v.

My heart was beating wildly and I was scared witless; how had I become lost again? Oh yes now I remember; I'd fallen through a trap door while we were on elevated ground hiding from those damned flesh eating scarabs. Bloody things are menaces, eating every human they can reach, lucky to have gotten away really; or as John would say 'Bloody well lucky to have gotten away from the blighters really.'

Turning down another hall I could hear someone starting to follow me. What I see when I turn around frightens me beyond belief; however, I get the distinct sense that I somehow know this entity. Why I haven't the slightest. I am; however, still very much afraid and wish to run like the wind back to Rick and Jonathan.

"Anck- Su- Namun," the monster says. Who in the hell is that? I'm Evelyn Carnahan, not Anck- Su- Namun, or whomever in the bloodied hell he's speaking of.

It starts to move forward, then something akin to realization burns brightly in those navy blue depths. The emotions just start rolling off of it; everything from recognition to sadness crosses its features. It showed remorse, realization again, and then, oddly, love. Why would it show love toward me? It and I didn't know each other; what could it possible want with me?

I can hear someone walking this way, as I look over to my left, out of the corner of my eye I can see O'Connell coming toward me. Thank god for small favors, I never knew how much having someone help me out of a situation like this would calm one's fears.

I notice that the monster has snapped out of its revelry and is now looking at Rick with contempt, hatred, and is that jealousy? Jealousy more so when Rick goes to grab me by the hand to lead me away from the monstrosity. Why would it feel that though? Does it believe that if I'm the woman he mentioned earlier that I was his? I hoped not; I'd to mess with those twitter brained boys back at home only a few years ago when they thought I ought to marry them.

At the time though I was sixteen and Aunt Mae was trying to sell me off to the richest, bloodied noble ponce she could find; damned idiots the lot of them, always thought I should just be pretty and bear children like most airheads of our society. I wasn't… ok, I really need to stop this rambling and listen to what Rick is saying.

"Come on Evie, I think we need to run and now," I just shake my head in acknowledgement.

As we ran down the hall I had the feeling that we would see it again. I also got the distinct feeling that we were leaving before the Americans woke. Letting them deal with this seemed like the easier of two evils. I just hoped if any of them died it would be that snot nosed, white suit and read hat wearing pansy boy. God he grates on my bloodied nerves. Dear lord I'm starting to sound like Jonathan; what has the world come too.

As we excite the city and climb onto some camels leaving everything but the books, a few days worth of clothes, and lots of water. We were heading back to Cairo, staying here wasn't worth pissing off that thing anymore. I wanted out now and I wanted out fast.

"You ok old mum?" Jonathan asks me.

"I will be, the sooner we get to Cairo though the better I'll feel," I'm not lying; I want out of here and I want out of here now.

"What do you suppose that thing back there was Evie?" Rick asks.

"Not the bloodiest," I admit. I'd read the curse, but it hadn't all been out loud; had it? I mean yes when I read I have a tendency to mumble, but I couldn't have spoken the whole thing aloud.

"Well whatever it was; we are all in big trouble," how would he know that.

"How would you just so happen to know that?" Jonathan really shouldn't ask so many questions.

"Because those black cloaked guys are following us, they won't attack till they believe that we're preoccupied with other things in town. Just try and stay on your guard," ok then, my life has officially gone to hell. I have decided that I am going to sleep till we reach the ferry. Hopefully then I'll be able to think properly.

As I dreamed I kept thinking of that monster's amazingly deep navies. I'd never seen a pair so rich and dark before. The closest pair I have to compare too are my fathers and brothers, and theirs are closer to a very deep cerulean than navy. I had a feeling I'd seen them before had, but where before that beast I hadn't the slightest inclination.

Upon reaching the ferry dock Rick woke me up. When we reached the ferry I unloaded my bag and went to the room I'd been given. Finally I could truly rest, I just pray I don't dream of those deep navies.