It is with heavy heart I explain why this chapter has taken as long as it did.

My grandfather passed not to long ago via heart attack then an unfortunate accident on the doctors behalf.

Then my grandmother became hospitalized due to broken heart syndrome that caused her heart to fail.

It has been rather heart to gain inspiration due to the recent events.

Love you guys for sticking with me.

Thanks everyone, you have been keeping me going.

She stretched out on the stone wall. Hot flesh against the cold rock. Wide eyes stared frightfully into the ceiling above, carving hole into the hard wall above. This heaviness living in her heart; as if this guilt had wove itself into her shadow. It fallowed her about like a dark cloud. The pressure. The overwhelming sense of repentance. Her fingers traced the edges of her thighs. She ached, she bled, she sinned... and she still wanted more.

What she done?

She slipped down the wall. Forehead bowing to bloody kneecaps. She had sullied the blood of her gods then basked in the aftermath of it all. The ping of nausea rumbled deep in her abdominal. Nails carved into her thighs, daring that damned blood to flow. Her long black hair tumbled over her shoulder, pooling into a display of anguish. She wandered aimlessly, lost and walking helplessly into the unknown with blind guidance. She acted out on a means to an end. No hope lied in this encounter. The god's only knew of the consequence that fallowed this reprehensible affair. She turned face, allowing her flush cheeks to grace her battered knees. She could no deny the fact she craved him even more so since. Her thighs rubbed together, yearning for more of his touch. Of his being. She breathed deep. She caught the scent of her fragranced oils, of the humming burn of incense. Below that stench was something more, something fiery. The intoxicating essence of sex, of sweat and lust. The aura of him. A sigh rippled from her lungs, it drawled back this lingering self pity, allowing for a singular moment of peace. She had done this to herself. Nothing could fixed this turn of events. The guilt had not changed the fact she wanted him; somehow, she knew no matter what her situation that she would crawl back to him. She preferred being her knees before him. Her thighs rubbed together in a sweet throb of need, vocals mewing out a response of rapture. The brutality itself was exhilarating.

Her fingers crept down her flesh, sending luscious shivers down her spine. She wanted him. Wanted more. She tested a simple caress, finding the act to be far to boorish. She sighed. It was not enough, it never was. Her fingers crashed into her drying black stands, groaning out the frustration of it all. Then in the distance; past her angered cries for more, there was the damp clap of naked feet. Her heart slowed, breath caught mid stride. It could not be. The feet drew near; closer. A mixture of fire and ice collided in her chest and it burned up her insides with anticipation. She waited silently in her position on the floor, so patient for her midnight guest. Then the sounded stopped. She lifted her gaze to find no soul in the vicinity and the disappointment seeped into her being.

"Sleep has yet to take you I see." With heart in throat she snapped back to fallow the sound of his unwavering voice. A sight hard to miss. His golden skin shimmering against the late night moon, and honey eyes boring into her flesh. Still as hungry and just as dangerous. She slowly shook her head, awed by his appearance. His eyes traveled down to where her hand had nested itself between her thigh. "Shall nothing quench your esurience Princess?" There was this hollowness that seemed to swallow her entire being hole, and down, down it dragged her into this sinful lust for more. She eased herself from the floor. A familiar sense of allure fuming about the room. She wanted him, and he knew that. It etched itself into his perception of pride. The Jewel of Egypt; his for the taking when ever he felt the need to do so. She belonged to him. Not out of love, only pure lust drove their beings together.

He was on her then; hands scalp deep in her ebony locks. Bodies flush against the hand painted wall, its beauty extinguished by their act of damnation. Their lips tangled into a battle of power, tongues clashing. Her arms curled around his neck, one hand sculpting the muscles on his perfect back. They twisted beneath her touch, and her body demanded more. His hands cupped her round behind, hoisting her hips to meet the roll of his own. She encased herself around him; body mounding into one stain of need. Momentarily she wondered why he was here, and not with her father's mistress... his love. The guilt in her built, but it only served to fuel the flames. Her hips met ever arch, every sweet thrust. She sang harmony into his touch; each moan encouraging more. She hold feel his length brushing against her clit, egging her temptation. He lowered their form to more stable ground, dropping her back to the dusty floor. Sand caught against her sweat painted flesh, teasing her nerves into overdrive. His heavy palms traveled across her lean abs until their could lay waist to the mounds of flesh above. He squeezed hard while tender lips contradicted the action with light sweeps. Rosy plump lips opened wide in response. The supple curve of her hips reaching high for contact. She wanted him inside her... the need to be complete.

"Please..." She wheezed the words past the gasps of airs. He paused over her like a great cat, a beast ready for attack. Heavy breath cooed from her throat, voluptuous eyes watching his every detail. Her heart throbbed with pride. It was she he came to. Her. The throb became more pronounced, thundering against her ribs like a unleashed storm. In its own way the feeling was painful. It hazed her mind over, disorientating her very thoughts. Then it felt so wrong. She sucked in a breath, only to find the act was short handed. She choked on the air, wheezing for substance. Her eyes closed against the pressure. Something was terribly wrong.

Her thirst for air allowed her to come crashing back to reality. Shaking her from pleasant; yet disturbing, dreams. The room was blurry, the lack of air gave access for the fuzzy vision to take over the scenery. There was a large shadow looming over her, crushing her windpipe below its weight. Her mouth gapped open so dispirit to breath once more. She reached out, back arching, palms openly pushing the figure back. He did not budge.

"This is your doing." The shadow snarled out at her. She went stiff below him, instantly recognizing his very sound. That beautiful call of ancient langue. She did not understand. There was no proper analogy to his abrupt anger.

Well... other than imprisoning him.

Then, as if it never took place, he retracted his grip, sending her in a fit of coughs. She roll from his grip, crawling back until she fell from her cot. Her chest burned with each passing breath. Her mouth tasted of copper. He stood from the bed looming over her like a heavy plague. She could only watch in what could only be described as angst. Her body rippled beneath his wake, wondering why she still lived. Her fist reach between her breast to quite the hammering of her heart against the cage of her chest. Her muscles strained, squeezing tighter each passing moment he remained unmoving. They continued in this abhorrent silence, eyes clashing. He looked to be calm, yet this enduring sense of exasperation seeped off his body. "Wha... What is it you want." The words were a flagrant display of her fear toward this man. She had every reason to. He had tried to kill her multiple times, and, her mind interjected, she had to woke up to him strangling her. He moved, causing her to retreat back once again. She felt this sudden need to be as far as possible from him. There was no denying that what she felt in those dreams affected her, and no matter how he abused her she would always be yearning to give him more. She could notice how her reaction to his sudden movement, leaving this look of distaste lingering in those honey eyes.

"I grow tired of games, woman." With creased brows she inspected his form, realizing that he now had a full body. A perfect image to her dreams. That meant he had recently taken lives. Oh dear heavens, Jonathan. A panic swept through her body, then fallowed by guilt. Rick. She had not even felt a sense of worry for him. What was happening to her? "This torment desists now."

Her words ment nothing in the overall outlook of his plans, but she could not stand back and not say anything. She sunk her palm into the hot sand below, stumbling into a stand. No matter what happened this encounter was to end with her untimely demise, and she was not ready for that. "I do not understand why... fate, for lack of a better word, has seemed to entangled our lives together, but I implore for mercy." His laughter was monstrous, thooming at her shaking form. She realized then that his perfect mask had been shattered; he was not the man she recalled from the dreams. Though, how was she to know he ever was?

"It was never fate, you and I." She twisted her hands into the makeshift wall behind her, trying and seeming failing to gain comfort from its fabric. "No this is all your doing. You and nothing more. It would have never accrued had you not..." Her memories trusted themselves forward, each dream replaying in such vivid detail. The Princess had gone against her very religion, her sacred duty. He reminded the princess that there would be repercussions and she had ignorantly overlooked them. His voice diminished into a frustrated sigh. His honey eyes were shrouded this unexplainable hatred. She did not know what it what he believed she did, but he was going to amend this dilemma. A dreaded weep subsided in the darkest depths of her heart. His hand found itself wedged deep in her black curls, yanking her forward like a leashed animal. She cried out, hands latching to his thick wrist. "No longer."

He yanked her into submission, pulling that curvaceous body flush against his. She sucked in a break. No mater how he abused her she still craved him so. The slight tingle easing its down her spine, the hot embrace of his skin. inwardly she groaned. She had never been so confused, never had felt stranded at a crossroad. Yet here she was. He had yet to realize the way she stiffened, or the uncomfortable rub of her thighs. This voice was low, mumbling out short misheard sounds. Her heart slowed as she realized how the sand twisted around them. No. She thrashed in his grip, her cries growling loader. He had yet to falter his composure. With one swift movement he had her back, both hand wrapped around her body like chains. The world shifted around them until only sand could be seen. She cringed into his body, protecting her fragile eyes from the glassy shards of sand. She needed a way to escape and fast. The moment the sand settle she ripped herself from his grip and crashed into a stony ground. Her flesh torn by the rough exterior. A cold wind pushed against the fabric of her thin night gown. Cold, wet. She glanced down at the terrain quickly. It was not stone. It was a road. Her eyes bobbled up, only to find the extioir of the museum staring back at her.

They were in London and she could not help but feel like it was a very bad thing.

A/N: Sorry its so short this time around, I tried my best.

and As Promised I'm answering reviews.

Marianamr:

You make me so happy is unbelievable. I got the biggest smile on my face the day I read this review, I just want you to know that. I know that it has been taking me a while, and please do get on my ass for it; haha, makes me write faster. Thank you so, so much. I try my hardest to keep them in character, it is one of biggest pet peeves when I read a story and I cannot picture them as the real ones. Specially with the bag guys. They are Bag guys for a reason, cannot just go changing that. I find that if Imhotep and Eve ever had a relationship it would never be like what he has with Anuck. She is the only woman he loved. He has no room for another. Not in his Nature. So I took that concept and created this darkness from it. It is hot and sexy brutality all on one. I'll see you next time!

PLacIDwiCkedNEss-

Yes sir, that is exactly what that means. This is her curse for tainting the bloodline of the gods. Imhotep had also know, and warned her before proceeding. Of course, they could not expect it to extend this far, but it is all apart of the plan. Once she came back into contact with Imhotep the curse would have reactivated itself, Hence why the memories returned and her love for Rick began to disappear. I must say I pity Rick a little, specially for what's to come in this story. Till then!

Decepticon-silverstreak-

That she does, as you can imagine she is extremely confused about the resent events. Poor girl, being punished for a past she cannot fix.

saddlebrat-

Awe, thanks! I'm glad your reviewed!

the dark euphie-

Ah yes, poor Jonathan. Who would want to walk in on their sister getting nasty. Bah. Sounds terrible.

Sarita-

moment I read your review I had to check it out myself. So crazy how well it works out for that chapter! Loved it!