Victoria (now to be referred to as Anck-su-Namun when with Imhotep)
searched the Egyptian sky while lying in Imhotep's arms. She had never been
more overjoyed until now. She had found Imhotep. But what if this was all a
dream and she would wake up in the morning and it would just be any other
day? The thought plagued her until a voice disrupted her.
"Having troubling thoughts?" Imhotep asked her, concern painted on his face.
"What if all this is just a dream? What if I just wake up in the morning just to find that I'm all alone? No, what if this life and Meela's life is just a dream dreamt up by me thousands of years past as Anck-su- Namun? If it is, I'll only wake up to find myself another-another," she searched for a word to emphasize her point,"whore in Seti 'the Great One's' palace, and it be forbade to touch each other?" She tried to remain strong and calm, but immediately found herself weeping into his robes.
"Do not worry, My Love." He reached to his neck and removed a heavy gold necklace with a lapis scarab pendant. "Take this for remembrance." She opened her hand and he gingerly closed her fingers around it. "Even if the latter is true, my Anck-su-Namun, Seti has only lust for you, while we have something much stronger: love."
Anck-su-Namun painfully tore her eyes away from his to look down at her watch. The watch glowed 12:15 AM. Suddenly, she remembered Victoria. "Oh, Gods, help me!"
"What's wrong?" Imhotep stood with her.
"My parents will slay me! Even the Book of the Dead won't be able to help me now!" Imhotep, even being the super calm type began to pace.
"What should we do, Beloved?"
"Well, I obviously can't go home!" She stopped pacing. "Imhotep," she began, turning to him. A mischievous smile crept across her face, her eyes dancing.
A chill ran down Imhotep's spine, and he tried not to shiver. The last time he had seen that look in her eyes, they had not made sure the area was secure, and were discovered by Nefertiri. (In my other fic "A Love to Be Remembered") "Yes," he replied uneasily.
"What do you say we live the life we wanted thousands of years ago?"
"Meaning?…"
"We live together, Silly. You know, get married, have children…die happy for once."
"Great idea! That is, after all, what we wanted before all that world domination crap distracted us 14 years ago."
"Absolutely right, Baby.... Absolutely right." She smiled for the millionth time that night.
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They arrived at "Joshua's" home that night, Anck-su-Namun half- asleep. She was awaken again by Imhotep's gentle arms carrying her upstairs. He set her down on the soft bed, tucked her in, and curled up beside her with another blanket. They both fell asleep.
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Morning came, and Anck-su-Namun woke, still tired, but it was dawn, and his window was open. She left his bed, failing at her small attempt not to wake him.
"Morning already, Dearest?" he yawned.
/Morning is obviously not his favorite time of day. It's not mine either, though, so we make a perfect couple,/ she thought. "Aye, it is. Do you…smell something?"
Her question was answered by a woman's voice ringing through the house: "Breakfast!"
Imhotep shot out of bed, changing quickly from his black robes into jeans and a black tee shirt. Anck-su-Namun stood puzzled by his next actions. He opened the door to a walk-in-closet, which held a TV, tons of books (complete with the Gold and Black books), clothes, tons of records, and a record player. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her into the room. "Stay here and listen to music or something. I'll bring our food up; I just have to make an appearance to my family or they'll know something's going on here."
She nodded. He was always so prepared. She loved that about him. He closed the door and ran downstairs. She plopped onto the floor, examining his list of books. Arabic! They were all in Arabic! /Great,/ she thought, /I can speak Arabic, but I can't read it!/
Imhotep was in the walk-in closet before you could say, "Hi, how're you doing?" She noticed his expression of horror. He sat down, making sure they were behind the clothes, and gave her the food. It was on one plate- for the both of them. /How romantic!/ she thought, smiling softly.
"The news! Your parents have reported you missing!"
Anck-su-Namun nearly hurled the plate across the closet. Instead, she swallowed her face aghast. "What?" she squeaked. This was going to be a lot harder than she thought.
They devised a plan to sneak away to her house in the middle of the night to get her clothes and some money and then they would rent an apartment in Cairo.
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"Be quiet, Imhotep! They might hear us!" Anck-su-Namun warned, afraid that little sound might have shaken them awake. She excavated her key from her pocket and unlocked the door. She sighed in relief. "Oh, good! It's dark, my love!" She stepped inside.
"Going somewhere again?" A light turned on as she shoved Imhotep back outside.
"N-No, D-Dad," she stuttered, wondering if the plans had been ruined.
"Who's your friend?" He stood up, walking to the doorway. He was distracted by a glittering necklace she was wearing. "Where did you get that?" He pointed to her neck in the same fashion Seti had on the last night of their lives.
Victoria became defensive. "Who are you, Seti? Well, for your information, I-" she looked behind her, noticing Imhotep was hiding successfully, "I found it!"
"Looks old."
"No, really!"
"Don't take either of those tones with me, young lady!"
She didn't hear him lecturing her, because another vision clouded her consciousness.
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She ran to her room, choking back tears. She reached under her bed, where her golden dagger lay. She closed the door, realizing that even if someone did walk in, no matter: she would be dead. She grabbed the dagger, gathering courage, raised it high, and broke down crying. She collapsed on her bed, speaking aloud to herself.
"If only there were another way...." She shook her head and stood up, overwhelmed by a fresh batch of tears. She raised the dagger and Imhotep entered. "Who are you?" she demanded venomously.
He was obviously shocked and confused by what he saw here. "This isn't Seti's chambers?" He said to distract her. Was this beautiful concubine about to do what it looked like? "Imhotep."
She stared at him blankly.
"High Priest of Osiris...."
"Oh!" she bowed in respect, the dagger becoming dangerously close to her stomach. "Well, if you would excuse me, I'm kind of busy."
He became very anxious to grab the dagger. "I can see that. That is a nice dagger there.... May I see it?"
"No, you may not!" she snapped. "It matters not. In a moment, it will be buried within my breast and I shall be dead. It will all be over!"
"Come now, Anck-soon-yammin. You don't really want to do this." He lunged at her, quickly grabbing the dagger from her unsuspecting fingers. They were both shocked-he had just touched her! He must have a death wish or something-he had touched her!
Anck-su-Namun regained her senses. "First of all, that's not how you pronounce my name."
"How, then?"
"Anck-su-Namun."
"Then why does-"
"Seti-that bastard-is an idiot! He couldn't pronounce his own name if his life depended on it!"
"Thou shall not speak Pharaoh's name in a snake's manner."
"You and I both have something against each other...."
"Is that blackmail?"
"Me?! Blackmail you?! No…I mean only to make a small deal."
Imhotep chuckled under his breath. "Deal? Go on, Lovely One."
"We forgive and forget and the moment one tells, the other tells too."
"Deal. I would shake your hand, only I can't really touch you."
Before they knew what was going on, her hand was in his. Imhotep noticed and immediately turned away.
"It's okay…he'll never know. Whatever is said here or done here is strictly confidential."
"Goodbye, Anck-su-Namun."
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"Having troubling thoughts?" Imhotep asked her, concern painted on his face.
"What if all this is just a dream? What if I just wake up in the morning just to find that I'm all alone? No, what if this life and Meela's life is just a dream dreamt up by me thousands of years past as Anck-su- Namun? If it is, I'll only wake up to find myself another-another," she searched for a word to emphasize her point,"whore in Seti 'the Great One's' palace, and it be forbade to touch each other?" She tried to remain strong and calm, but immediately found herself weeping into his robes.
"Do not worry, My Love." He reached to his neck and removed a heavy gold necklace with a lapis scarab pendant. "Take this for remembrance." She opened her hand and he gingerly closed her fingers around it. "Even if the latter is true, my Anck-su-Namun, Seti has only lust for you, while we have something much stronger: love."
Anck-su-Namun painfully tore her eyes away from his to look down at her watch. The watch glowed 12:15 AM. Suddenly, she remembered Victoria. "Oh, Gods, help me!"
"What's wrong?" Imhotep stood with her.
"My parents will slay me! Even the Book of the Dead won't be able to help me now!" Imhotep, even being the super calm type began to pace.
"What should we do, Beloved?"
"Well, I obviously can't go home!" She stopped pacing. "Imhotep," she began, turning to him. A mischievous smile crept across her face, her eyes dancing.
A chill ran down Imhotep's spine, and he tried not to shiver. The last time he had seen that look in her eyes, they had not made sure the area was secure, and were discovered by Nefertiri. (In my other fic "A Love to Be Remembered") "Yes," he replied uneasily.
"What do you say we live the life we wanted thousands of years ago?"
"Meaning?…"
"We live together, Silly. You know, get married, have children…die happy for once."
"Great idea! That is, after all, what we wanted before all that world domination crap distracted us 14 years ago."
"Absolutely right, Baby.... Absolutely right." She smiled for the millionth time that night.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They arrived at "Joshua's" home that night, Anck-su-Namun half- asleep. She was awaken again by Imhotep's gentle arms carrying her upstairs. He set her down on the soft bed, tucked her in, and curled up beside her with another blanket. They both fell asleep.
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Morning came, and Anck-su-Namun woke, still tired, but it was dawn, and his window was open. She left his bed, failing at her small attempt not to wake him.
"Morning already, Dearest?" he yawned.
/Morning is obviously not his favorite time of day. It's not mine either, though, so we make a perfect couple,/ she thought. "Aye, it is. Do you…smell something?"
Her question was answered by a woman's voice ringing through the house: "Breakfast!"
Imhotep shot out of bed, changing quickly from his black robes into jeans and a black tee shirt. Anck-su-Namun stood puzzled by his next actions. He opened the door to a walk-in-closet, which held a TV, tons of books (complete with the Gold and Black books), clothes, tons of records, and a record player. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her into the room. "Stay here and listen to music or something. I'll bring our food up; I just have to make an appearance to my family or they'll know something's going on here."
She nodded. He was always so prepared. She loved that about him. He closed the door and ran downstairs. She plopped onto the floor, examining his list of books. Arabic! They were all in Arabic! /Great,/ she thought, /I can speak Arabic, but I can't read it!/
Imhotep was in the walk-in closet before you could say, "Hi, how're you doing?" She noticed his expression of horror. He sat down, making sure they were behind the clothes, and gave her the food. It was on one plate- for the both of them. /How romantic!/ she thought, smiling softly.
"The news! Your parents have reported you missing!"
Anck-su-Namun nearly hurled the plate across the closet. Instead, she swallowed her face aghast. "What?" she squeaked. This was going to be a lot harder than she thought.
They devised a plan to sneak away to her house in the middle of the night to get her clothes and some money and then they would rent an apartment in Cairo.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Be quiet, Imhotep! They might hear us!" Anck-su-Namun warned, afraid that little sound might have shaken them awake. She excavated her key from her pocket and unlocked the door. She sighed in relief. "Oh, good! It's dark, my love!" She stepped inside.
"Going somewhere again?" A light turned on as she shoved Imhotep back outside.
"N-No, D-Dad," she stuttered, wondering if the plans had been ruined.
"Who's your friend?" He stood up, walking to the doorway. He was distracted by a glittering necklace she was wearing. "Where did you get that?" He pointed to her neck in the same fashion Seti had on the last night of their lives.
Victoria became defensive. "Who are you, Seti? Well, for your information, I-" she looked behind her, noticing Imhotep was hiding successfully, "I found it!"
"Looks old."
"No, really!"
"Don't take either of those tones with me, young lady!"
She didn't hear him lecturing her, because another vision clouded her consciousness.
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She ran to her room, choking back tears. She reached under her bed, where her golden dagger lay. She closed the door, realizing that even if someone did walk in, no matter: she would be dead. She grabbed the dagger, gathering courage, raised it high, and broke down crying. She collapsed on her bed, speaking aloud to herself.
"If only there were another way...." She shook her head and stood up, overwhelmed by a fresh batch of tears. She raised the dagger and Imhotep entered. "Who are you?" she demanded venomously.
He was obviously shocked and confused by what he saw here. "This isn't Seti's chambers?" He said to distract her. Was this beautiful concubine about to do what it looked like? "Imhotep."
She stared at him blankly.
"High Priest of Osiris...."
"Oh!" she bowed in respect, the dagger becoming dangerously close to her stomach. "Well, if you would excuse me, I'm kind of busy."
He became very anxious to grab the dagger. "I can see that. That is a nice dagger there.... May I see it?"
"No, you may not!" she snapped. "It matters not. In a moment, it will be buried within my breast and I shall be dead. It will all be over!"
"Come now, Anck-soon-yammin. You don't really want to do this." He lunged at her, quickly grabbing the dagger from her unsuspecting fingers. They were both shocked-he had just touched her! He must have a death wish or something-he had touched her!
Anck-su-Namun regained her senses. "First of all, that's not how you pronounce my name."
"How, then?"
"Anck-su-Namun."
"Then why does-"
"Seti-that bastard-is an idiot! He couldn't pronounce his own name if his life depended on it!"
"Thou shall not speak Pharaoh's name in a snake's manner."
"You and I both have something against each other...."
"Is that blackmail?"
"Me?! Blackmail you?! No…I mean only to make a small deal."
Imhotep chuckled under his breath. "Deal? Go on, Lovely One."
"We forgive and forget and the moment one tells, the other tells too."
"Deal. I would shake your hand, only I can't really touch you."
Before they knew what was going on, her hand was in his. Imhotep noticed and immediately turned away.
"It's okay…he'll never know. Whatever is said here or done here is strictly confidential."
"Goodbye, Anck-su-Namun."
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