For Love or Gold

CHAPTER 14

Kayla stood in front of the microwave as her burrito was heated, she didn't feel like cooking since it was just her in the lonely house.

She could hear her mother's voice, "Kayla honey, don't put that crap in your mouth! Who knows what they do with it at the factory!"

She smiled, a frozen burrito would have driven her mother crazy, she was such a health freak. When the nuke box beeped, she grabbed the hot little bundle and threw it on a plate beside a freshly opened beer. She was going to get drunk tonight, that's how she's been getting herself to sleep since…since the last time she saw Mark.

Even though he had confessed, even thought he had told her that he was nothing more than a monster that would do anything his will pleased, the Raven within her soul screeched in a raging incongruity of that fact. Her soul refused to believe it, causing a harsh conflict in her mind. The Raven would not release her own conclusions, but it was so hard for Kay to believe it. Was it hard for her to believe that he wasn't really a bad guy around her? Or was it harder to believe that he had done it.

That was the question that the Raven threw into Kay's mind any chance it got. It seemed that her soul was acting on its own, bringing doubt into her thoughts. She didn't remember how many times she had looked into those cold green eyes and saw nothing but concern and…love? She shook her head, no, that couldn't have been love…but the Raven chirped on within her mind.

She sat herself on the couch and began to flip through the channels on the TV with the remote, just mindless surfing until his face came into picture. It was the intro to Smackdown, Kay sat in silence as she watched and waited during the intro to see him again. More thoughts came into her mind, if she knew that he was a danger to her and her family, but why was she wishing that he was here with her?

As the intro came to an end, she could hear the commentators talk about the matches of the night, and Dave's speech before Wrestle Mania. Her mind was telling her to just shut off the TV and walk away, but her body refused to respond to her mental command, if she would have commanded. She just watched in silence as the first match came up, Matt Hardy and Gregory Helms, she wasn't interested in them, she wanted to see him, and his match against Booker T.

Just as she placed the converter on the coffee table before her, her ears caught a strange sound coming from the back of the house. Kay's curiosity always took the better of her as she got up from her warm spot on the couch and walked to the back, looking around for the noise. It wasn't just any noise, it was a voice, and it was calling her. It was female, but Kay couldn't recognize it, but it was coming from the basement. She opened the door and walked down the stairs, she could hear the voice more clearly now, it was just behind the black door past the furnace, it was her mother's craft room, where she had taught Kay all about the craft.

She just touched the door, it opened on its own for her. As she walked in, she looked around at the walls, lined with ceiling high book cases filled to the brim with books, spell components, and every tool the present day witch needed for her rituals. There was the alter at the end of the room, the statue of two lovers stood tall, it was her mother's version of the God and Goddess, held tightly in each other's arms for a loving embrace.

The voice was coming from something that was covered wit ha black cloth on the alter, Kayla pulled the sheet off and starred at the large glass ball, it was glowing, telling her that someone was trying to reach her, or her mother.

"Bloody hell!" Kay heard coming from the globe, she smiled as she waved her hand over the magical object, Emma's face came clear from the ball.

"Well, it's about bloody time that you finally answer!" Emma grinned.

"Why didn't you call me normally?" Kay asked.

"Because you never answer your bloody phone! I understand that it's a bad time but I have to…"

Emma was interrupted as a ball of black feathers came into view, the raven squawked and crowed as it tried to get into the ball and reach the image of his mistress. Kay began to laugh, she had left Reaper behind in Egypt with Emma and her python Elizabeth while Kay had to take care of the grimly task here. Emma had suggested the idea, it looked like she regretted it now.

"Dam it Reaper! Kay, your trollop of a pet has been attacking poor Elizabeth! I found him chasing away her prey when she goes out hunting!"

Kay just laughed as she watched the witch grabbed a hold of the giant raven and throw him over her shoulder, there was no damage there, Reaper would just fly off in a huff until he was hungry. Kay had a habit of throwing him around when he got into her way, but never hard enough to hurt him, just enough to make him fly.

"Is that why you called, Emma? To tell me that Reaper is misbehaving again? He's a raven, that's what he does." Kay replied with a smile, she needed a good laugh right now, to keep her mind off Mark.

"No, actually…" Emma's face couldn't contain the excitement she held, "Kay, I was right! He was shagging her!"

"What?" Kay looked at her friend with an awkward look, "I don't want to know what goes on in your personal life…"

"I'm not talking about that! I mean Anubis and Isis! He was shagging her here on earth!"

"How the hell did you find that out?" Kay was definitely intrigued by this news.

"Well, I entered the second chamber a few days after you left, and you would not believe what I had found in there! It was Isis and Anubis' sleep chamber! There's a grand bed in the middle, and lots of gowns and jewellery, and Kay, the black lead make-up they used centuries ago is still applicable! It's like there was time spell on the whole temple! And the glyphs all inside the room tell a story of how Anubis had built the temple for Isis' arrival on earth! When she had finally come, they stayed in the temple and ruled Egypt, but the way it states that they ruled, it was like they were religious leaders that even the Pharaohs would ask them for advise!"

"So, Isis and Anubis stayed on earth,. Why the hell for?"

"I'm not sure about that, I'm still trying to decipher the writings in both rooms."

There was something missing from this equation, "Emma, are you sure they're talking about the real Isis and Anubis? I mean, Egyptians believed that their Pharaohs were gods too…but they were just normal people."

"I'm not sure, I'll have to give it some more time to translate it all, I could really use your help. You could identify all the artifacts as I pluck away at the carvings on the wall."

"Ill be back soon, there's just a few details to take care of, is Reaper at least eating?"

"Oh yes, everything that was for him, and he started to take Elizabeth's meals as well."

"He's just going through a withdrawal faze, I'll try to get back there as soon as I can."

"Please make it fast, I want so desperately to find out everything about this place. It's an archaeologist's dream come true!"

"Give Reaper a hug for me, OK?"

"Will do Biddy!" Emma saluted her companion before the globe turned dark, the call had ended.

She walked out of the room, making sure the door was locked by magic again. She didn't need Dave going inside by accident. She finally made her way to her spot on the couch and grabbed her now cold burrito. Her stomach told her that there was no way in hell it was going in, so she just threw it back on her plate and looked at the TV screen. Smackdown was now showing highlights of the Undertaker's destructive behaviour. Kay's eyes widen as she saw what had happened to Bobby Lashly last week, laying in a hospital bed with three limbs in casts, not a pretty picture.

Instinctively, she pulled out the raven/skull amulet from under her shirt and looked at it carefully for the unmentionable time. There it was, the connection between Death and the Goddess. Anubis was waiting for Isis to join him, how long was he waiting for her? Did Isis know he was waiting for her? Where they actually in love? And what did this have to do with Kay and Mark?

Kay looked back at the TV, the Undertaker's unchanged dark look was all she could see, until she looked into his eyes and saw the sadness that boar out from his soul. The raven within leaped to comfort him, but the body remained still. There was no anger, no look of revenge on his face, no…just the sadness, and his body lashed out in anger towards anything that moved near him.

The turmoil in her own mind was loud enough to wake the dead, the Raven was forcing the body to look into the eyes of the Deadman again. She looked back at the amulet, there were too many similarities between Anubis and Isis and her and the Undertaker. Anubis reminded her of Mark, the reaper that he was, but again, the though of being able to wield the power of a goddess? Kay had to laugh. She still couldn't control the powers, it was so weak within her. She couldn't make a flame appear if her life depended on it! The reaper was connected to the wrong witch, the real one, the one destined to walk the earth as the goddess as Sheer had talked about before, the one who could call forth all four elements with little difficulty, unlike Kay, the poor girl must be wondering where her Reaper could be.

To be continued.