This chapter has not been fully edited, Just skim read. There WILL be mistakes.

Guys, I'm so, so, so sorry for taking so long with this chapter. I lied and broke my promises and that was horrible of me, and I apologise.

Anyway, I'm trying to speed this fic along as fast as possible so we can finally hit the main plot, and because of that, I've been forced to take out quite a lot of scenes in order to cut to the chase faster. The party is one of them, and I know you guys were excited but to be honest, writing that scene was also a reason as to why this chapter took so long (there were others of course), because I was trying to somehow included it, but also, keep all the major things within. It didn't work out that well, so I was forced to take it out.

This chapter is important, and there's LOT'S of dialogue too, so pay attention to that. I'm really trying to get them back to Forks as soon as possible (they were supposed to be back by now already), so it's gonna be all business now!

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"Arsinoë." A now familiar voice said pleasantly, "It's been a while since I last enjoyed your company. Come sit." Ra instructed, perched on the purple chaise, silver goblet in hand. He was grinning widely, his sharp teeth glinting ominously, and his golden eyes were twinkling with an emotion I could not identify. Personally, I wouldn't say 'a while', maybe only a day or so, but Ra was a weirdo so I wasn't going to contradict him. He grinned at my thoughts as I sat down with a sigh, crossing my legs and picking up the bowl of green grapes, placing it on my lap and popping two in my mouth unabashedly.

"How have you been recently?" He asked me, and I shrugged. I found his question irrelevant and unimportant. How did my well-being concern him in the first place?

"It concerns me because I care." He answered my unspoken question and I leaned back, giving him a dubious look.

"I don't see why you do." I told him. What did a God want with me? Or what was my subconscious trying to communicate by conjuring mythological beings and repeatedly shoving them into my dreams?

Vaguely, I wondered just how crazy I would sound if I told someone about the fact that I'd been having repeated dreams about the Sun God.

"I have my reasons." He answered cryptically, taking a sip from the goblet. I wrinkled my nose at it. As delicious as the Wine was, I'm sure it would do him some good to at least drink some water every once in a while. All that alcohol couldn't be healthy.

"I presume you are happy about your reunion with Benjamin, no?" He asked with an impish grin, much to my surprise. I regarded him suspiciously, suddenly remembering his premonition of the other day. He had told me I would meet him, and yet until now, I had forgotten all about it.

"It can't be called a 'reunion' if I've never met him before. And 'happy' isn't the word I'd use either. More like slightly freaked out." I replied honestly, prompting a snort from the deity. Ra hummed contemplatively, looking upwards at the chandelier in thought.

"Never met him, you say?" He echoed, making me frown. His whole manner stated clearly what he thought of my words. He didn't believe me.

Why didn't he believe me?

Suddenly his golden eyes were back on my person, heavy and intense. There was no trace of his previous light-heartedness left on his expression now. "You mortals forget so easily." He stated. I found myself offended. If Benjamin really had been as close to me as he had declared, I would never have forgotten him. I didn't forget my friends, considering the fact that I had so few of them.

"I've never met Benjamin. I would remember him if I had." I told him icily.

He didn't seem to pay my words any mind, much to my irritation. Instead he simply scoffed and sipped at his drink, blatantly rolling his eyes as he did so. "You get offended easily as well." He added and my hands tightened around the bowl in my grasp.

"If you're just going to insult us 'mortals', why bother talking to me at all? After all, I'm one of them, aren't I?" I asked rhetorically. I hated it, being talked down upon.

"In a sense." He murmured from his cup. I squinted at him suspiciously, trying to figure out what he meant. He gave me no hints, instead sighing and placing his cup down on the glass table in front of us. He gave me a searching look.

"You have never particularly liked Turkey." Ra said randomly, placing his elbow on the arm of the couch and leaning his cheek on his palm. He constantly confused me, with his cryptic statements and knowing looks. Though it sounded like he was making a remark to himself than to me. Nonetheless, I opened my mouth to speak.

"No. I've been once –it didn't tickle my fancy." I replied truthfully. "Though how did you know that?" I asked him. Honestly, the guy was frustrating.

He grinned. "Let us take a trip down memory lane shall we?" He proposed eagerly. I gave him a blank stare, hoping to convey just how lost I was. Instead of replying though, he simply laughed loudly.

Suddenly, much to my disbelief, the previously plain white chamber we sat in dissolved into a myriad of colour, all mixing together in shapeless forms, blending and sinking into each other ceaselessly. I gasped as I looked around, but every direction I looked showed me the same sight, though within the shelter of the Pavilion, everything stayed the same. My eyes widened as the colours continued to mix together faster, until I was forced to look away lest I lose the contents of my stomach. Instead I looked to Ra, who I suspected very surely was the cause of this, but he was calm, eyes close and acting as if nothing at all was happened.

And then it all stopped almost as soon as it had started, the whole spectacle not even having taken five seconds. I stood up abruptly, the bowl of grapes clattering to the floor spilling its contents, forgotten, my eyes wide as we no longer seemed to be in the white chamber.

The Pavilion was situated outside now, in the middle of a lavishly decorated courtyard filled to the brim with a large crowd of thousands, all shouting and cheering at the top of their lungs. The noise was deafening and I had to clutch my unprepared ears as I was hit unexpectedly with the cacophony. I blinked in surprise and looked to Ra, who watched me with an amused smirk.

"Where are we?" I demanded loudly. I had to shout, just to be heard. He simply shrugged and gestured towards the crowd.

"Why don't you go find out?" He proposed in a calm voice. He didn't have to shout, I heard him perfectly loud and clear. I looked back at the thick crowd uncertainly. It was like a sea of human bodies, the only time I had seen so many people in once place were at concerts or the World Cup, but I severely doubted that this was the case of either. I gave Ra a dubious look, but seeing his raised eyebrow and haughty smirk annoyed me. He was clearly daring me to do it. I sighed but made my way down the steps of the Pavilion and onto the crowded cobblestone streets.

Immediately I felt the difference. It was as if the pavilion had been enclosed by a security bubble, sheltering us from everything. Now that I was away from it, I felt as if I had stepping into reality. It was a weird feeling, to say the least.

I looked around, in shock at my surroundings. The buildings were all of a familiar structure to me, having seen them so many times in textbooks, paintings or models. All made of white stone, with pillars and high arches –it looked like a life-sized set of Ancient Greece.

I found myself jostled roughly by a man wearing a white…dress? I frowned. Perhaps the correct term was robe. Looking around at the people, it seemed as if that was the common fashion for both men and women. I was suddenly glad for my own attire. I would have looked out of place in jeans and a t-shirt.

The man turned and glared at me. "Ti káneis akrivó̱s stéketai ekeí korítsi ? Tha prépei na chásete an kathysterí̱sei!" He shouted, before continuing on his way. I gaped at his back. What the hell had he just said?

I blinked rapidly in confusion, before following after him deeper in the crowd, wincing all the while. I was barefoot, and though it was cobblestone, there were still stray rocks littering the ground. Not to mention all the people who stepped on my feet from lack of space to move in.

The crowd was still cheering loudly, but I had lost sight of the man who had first spoken to me. I looked back, and realised that I had also lost sight of the pavilion as well. I bit my lip and frowned.

That was a problem.

I sighed, and pushed forward. Might as well just go all the way to the front and see what was going on. I shoved my way through the crowd again, ignoring the peeved voices as a result. As I continued, my brain slowly started to recognise the language the all chanted in. It sounded to me like Greek…or at least something similar. Greek was something I wasn't fluent in, however I could string together a few basic sentences. It was a result of half of your family hailing from said country.

I made it to the front after much trial and effort, or at least as close as I could get to it. I was surprised to see a vaguely familiar structure in front of me. I had seen it quite a few times on paper and depicted on paintings. It was made of white stone -large and rectangular, with a triangular roof and held up by many, many pillars. It was supposed to be sacred, though for the life of me, I couldn't remember its name no matter how hard I tried.

I clicked my teeth in displeasure, and craned my neck to see above the many heads in front of me, trying to get a good viewpoint of the entrance to the building where the event seemed to be happening.

There seemed to be six people standing at the top of the temple steps from what I could see. Two females and four males. Two of the males seemed to be dressed formally in golden armour, with capes that dropped all the way to the ground, one cape was red and the other a pristine white. They stood together with one of the ladies, who wore a white robe with an ornate golden waist belt and sheer light blue shawls. I couldn't see the exact colour of her hair from my distance, but it seemed to be straight, braided and decorated in golden beads.

They stood to the left, and in the middle stood a man wearing a man in white, holding something in his hands. He stood in front and to the right of a wooden board which looked creepily like a head rest to behead someone. On the rightmost of the impromptu 'stage' stood a man in brown hooded robes with a bald head. He seemed to be a priest. The other woman stood next to him, dressed in a simple white dress and gold belt. Her head was held high and I could almost feel her pride.

Her hands and feet however, were bound in chains.

Suddenly, I realised that I was about to witness an execution.

My eyes widened in surprise and I turned urgently to a woman standing next to me, anxious to know whether or not my suspicions were correct and know what the hell was going on.

I wracked my brain for the correct words to string together, cursing my lack of knowledge on the language. "Ti gínetai?̱" I asked. The pronunciation was atrocious and my accent probably didn't help matters much, but despite the sceptic look she gave me, she seemed to understand.

"Mí̱po̱s den akoúte ?" She asked me, sounding scandalised. My brain processed something about 'hearing', so I figured she was questioning my ignorance. I didn't blame her. By the amount of people gathered, it seemed that everyone and the mother's had heard about what was going on. "Eínai étoimos na skotó̱sei ti̱ vasílissa ti̱s Aigýptou !"

Okay, 'Aigyptou' was 'Egypt'…that much was obvious, and 'Vasilissa' kinda sounded like 'Queen' to me so something about the Queen of Egypt? I tried in vain to understand the rest of her words, but my brain didn't seem to be cooperating. Really, the rest was lost to me. I honestly had no idea what she had said.

Fuck you Brain. I'd replace you for Google Translate if I had it.

I decided to give up trying, and paid more attention to the front once again. The man in the middle cleared his throat once, and everyone went quiet. He unravelled what seemed to be a scroll in his hands and began reading in a loud voice, not that I understood.

I regarded the other occupants of the 'stage'. The left half, where the three fancily dressed people seemed smug, if I could perceive their expressions correctly. I knew the lady with the braided hair was smug, judging by the wide smirk adorning her lips. The other two I wasn't so sure of.

Either way, the lady seemed like a bitch to me. I figured she was the 'Queen' the lady had referred to. Whoever smirked at an execution was bound to be an asshole. In fact, she kinda reminded me of Cersei from Game of Thrones.

Definitely a bitch.

The left half was harder to read. The priest seemed anxious, his hands wringing together and shifting from side to side. He was probably frowning too.

The woman however, didn't seem to have any expression at all. Yes she may have radiated pride and strength, but otherwise, I could discern no other outward reaction. I had to commend her, because if I were in her place you could be sure I'd probably be jumping down those steps and hauling ass right at that moment.

The man stopped talking, and called the chained woman forward, and immediately the cheering started up again, not that she seemed to care. She stopped behind the board, and knelt down gracefully without a fuss or a word.

The man addressed her once more, and she smirked. "You have just sealed your own demise, Sister." She declared in a calm voice, and yet it seemed to travel throughout the whole area. I understood what she said, quite clearly too, for it had been in Arabic. And I also understood the gravity of her words –how they basically dripped with doom. I presume the crowd gathered that too, judging by how loud they became, and how they more aggressive. The chained lady closed her eyes and said nothing more. I figured those were her last words.

My eyes drifted towards the Queen, but she didn't seem all that smug now, from what I could see. Her hands were clenched tightly by her sides, and even from my distance I could make out the clear pursing of her lips. Her sister's words had obviously struck a chord.

Suddenly a man I hadn't seen before stepped forward from behind one of the pillars, shrouded completely in black and carrying a big –to say the least-, sharpened scythe, the metal glinting in the sunlight. His face was covered in a black material as well, obscuring his features from the world and personally, I couldn't blame him.

I know if I had his job for a living, I wouldn't want to be recognised either.

He made his way towards the chained woman, robes drifting ominously behind him until finally he came to a stop next to her, standing straight and weapon planted firmly on the ground. At that moment, my mind couldn't help but compare him to what I pictured the Death Reaper to look like.

The announcer rolled his scroll up and stepped quickly away, before calling out two words to signal the Reaper. The black clad being raised his scythe up slowly, holding it up for a long moment as if to tease the increasingly vicious crowd. His victim was unmoved however, patiently waiting for it to fall, for her fate.

My heart beat fast as if I were the one about to be killed and my fists clenched, but for the life of me, I wasn't able to peel my eyes away from the spectacle.

Not even when he finally brought the scythe down with all the might of Thor's Hammer and sliced her head cleanly from her neck, the blood spraying as if from a fountain.

The head fell with a deafening thud, ringing throughout the courtyard, rolling until it finally came to a stop a few feet away from its limp body. I felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck, though it left as quickly as it had come, leaving me reeling. I stumbled in shock, accidentally bumping into the person behind me as I tried to regain my breath. It seemed as if time had temporarily stopped, everything becoming still and quiet. I could only stare blankly at the stage, even as the person I had stumbled into gripped my shoulders roughly to steady me -my brain still trying to process what it had seen. I doubled over and fought myself from vomiting right that moment, clutching at my churning middle, though it seemed nobody else was facing the same problem.

Instead time resumed as normal, and with it –the frantic cries of the gathering around me.

The crowd went wild.

It took a moment for me to realise that I was back in the land of the living as my eyes opened to darkness. I didn't move, staying under the covers and instead trying to get my eyesight to adjust to my black surroundings. I figured it must have still been sometime in the wee early hours of the morning, considering the fact that there wasn't even light streaming through the heavy curtains. I blinked and looked downwards to where I knew my hands were clenched tightly on the pillow.

That dream was…odd, to say the least. I didn't even understand why I'd had such an extreme reaction to it either to be honest. I was never one to be fazed at all by gore, in fact, most times it amused me. Morbid, I know, but even Lucy was well aware of the fact. Someone getting their head chopped off was nothing compared to what I'd seen –Tokyo Ghoul and its frequent depictions of intestines being ripped out was much worse.

But as soon as the scythe had fallen, and I too felt the sharp pain on my neck, my stomach churned and I felt so uncomfortable and hit with a wave of huge disorientation. The worst part is that I was the only one that was so badly affected. Everyone else was so unbothered, cheering loudly with not one hint of disgust. I was embarrassed, I admit. Me, who boasted being able to eat while watching and eyeball being plucked out while others turned green. It irked me.

And the Chained Woman. Now she was goals. The fact she was able to remain so calm and undeterred when she knew she was about to die, even with the crowd taunting her and celebrating her impending demise, and yet she didn't even spare them a second glance. Her last words were freaky as hell too, and really hit you.

I wondered what she had done to deserve being condemned to death by her own sister. Honestly, the whole scenario seemed pretty damn familiar too, as if I'd seen it somewhere before. Perhaps in a movie? If so, why did Ra bother showing it to me? Or really, my sub-conscience? I was still a little iffy on the existence of the Sun God. Yeah, this world was full of some freaky shit, I admit, but really, gods? That was on a whole new level. Witches, I'd believe (in fact, I was pretty damn convinced they existed), and other mythical creatures too. If Vampires and Shape shifters and Werewolves existed in this place, then I see no reason to discredit the other beings. But believing in holy beings was kinda…hard. If spoken to my mother about my dreams, she'd probably start jumping for joy and say it was a sign or whatever, but I needed proof. Real, concrete proof.

At least then I'd know that my family wasn't as crazy for worshipping ancient Gods as I (used to) think they are.

"How long are you going to lie there?" A familiar voice asked suddenly, making me let out a choked shriek and have a mini-heart attack. There was soft laughter, and I sat up, clutching at my chest in an effort to calm myself down.

My eyes scanned the room, but it was too dark to see anything, though his voice was coming from a corner. "How long are you going to lurk creepily in a corner?" I retorted irritably. I could basically feel his eye roll, making me bite back a smile.

"I'm not lurking –creepily or no." Edward defended, sounding miffed.

"I'd like to think not, since we've already spoken about your stalkerish tendencies." I replied, amusement clear in my voice. I think the best part was, I didn't even need to see him to know his face was probably a mixture of annoyance, incredulousness, and bemusement.

"Stalkerish tendencies?" He echoed, sounding baffled, and I let out a snort.

"Well then, what were you doing in a corner?" I asked in interest.

"I was meditating, thank you very much." And he sounded so utterly puffed-up that I couldn't help but imagine a riled up cat. I grinned in amusement at the image.

"Ah, I see." I acknowledged. "I half expected you to be learning how to transform into a bat. Embracing your inner nature and all that." I joked, lying back down and shifting a little, tapping the empty space beside me in invitation.

Even in the pitch blackness he saw it, and not even two seconds later he was lying next to me as if he'd been there the whole time. It was so quick that not even the mattress bounced. I rolled my eyes in exasperation, before draping myself unabashedly on his chest. His arm wrapped around me seemingly automatically, and I smiled a little.

"Bats really aren't my thing." He answered wryly, making me snort softly.

"I don't see why not. You're halfway to becoming Batman already I think–and also, you'd look good in a black cloak and bodysuit."

I could imagine him wrinkling his nose. "If I became Batman, would you be Catwoman?" He asked and I hummed in satisfaction as he ran a hand up and down my spine. I was feeling decidedly cat like at the moment.

"Maybe," I answered, "Though, their relationship was pitifully tragic, wasn't it?" I asked. Batman and Catwoman did love each other, though circumstances often prevented them from being together. It was unnervingly familiar.

"Isn't ours?" Edward inquired, in such a calm voice that it was as if he had just made a statement about the weather instead. My lips pursed in displeasure.

It seemed he'd noticed it too.

I was silent a moment, before replying. "You've already gotten Batman's brooding thing down too, I see." I tried to keep the bitterness out of my voice –I really did, but goddammit Edward, can you possibly at least try and refrain from sucking the life out of everything like a freaking Dementor? Granted, I take some responsibility, but still. His hand paused midstroke.

"I'm sorry." Edward said sincerely, "As you said, it's in my nature." He said lightly, and I let out a huff.

"That was a terrible joke." I told him rolling my eyes, though the fact that my own tone wasn't severe spoke of my quick forgiveness. His hand resumed its previous actions, much to my happiness. "Although, I'm surprised you've even read the comics. Seems like something so trivially human that you wouldn't stoop so low as to do." I remarked.

"Firstly, Emmett…persuaded me, and despite myself, I found myself interested." He explained in a droll tone. "And secondly, why do you make it sound as if I have something against the human species?" He asked curiously.

I snorted and rolled my eyes. "That's because you do." I answered bluntly. He froze a second, going completely still, before seemingly coming back to 'life'.

"You're human." He pointed out and I shrugged.

"I'm the exception, oddly." I answered evenly, but I still half-expected him to come to his senses and realise how much of a horrible person I was. "You tolerate everyone else. Though, of course, I cannot blame you, nor would I do so, because it really isn't your fault."

"I like humans." He tried again sounding affronted and I nodded against his chest, acknowledging his worlds.

"And I like sheep, however, there will always be a part of me that thinks I'm better than them." I replied. Honestly, it was basically the same thing –a subconscious part of ourselves that we really had no control upon.

"Alright, I see your point." He acquiesced in a resigned tone, making me smirk.

"Of course you do." I said in a smug tone.

"Although," He started slowly, "Unlike me, -aside from your family, you don't seem to like humans at all. Why is that?" He asked. I sighed, my previous smug feelings disappearing completely.

"Ah," I breathed softly, "You got me there." I acknowledged, tapping his chest idly with my finger. "Well, it's mostly because we're all just a bunch of hypocritical bastards. I, of course, am not arrogant enough to exclude myself from that statement, for I am perfectly aware of my own faults, nonetheless, you won't see me preaching righteousness just before I turn around and stab someone in the back, literally or not."

Edward continued to twirl my hair around. "Being human is still better than being dead." He said softly and I scoffed.

"I'm not saying I want to be, but at least Vampires kill for necessity than for fun. You guys need to do so in order to survive. What's our excuse?"

He had nothing to say to that, and my thoughts drifted back to my dream, seeming only to reinforce my statement. Murdering your own sibling. I could never imagine Lucas murdering Larz, no matter what happened.

"It's rare for someone to have such a detached and critical view on humanity. Is there something in particular that caused it?" He asked in interest. I bit my lip and frowned.

"Not really no. I suppose I sound so…severe because it's feels like it hits a little too close to home." I admitted in a weary voice.

"How so?" Edward asked. I didn't answer immediately. I wondered if I should tell him –explain the disturbing dream of the Chained Woman being beheaded by her own sister. It was something that I didn't want to share, for fear of what it might reflect on my psyche, but I knew that it would probably continue to bug me if I let it stew and who knows when the next time I would see Ra would be to ask. The guy worked on his own time.

"I had a…strange dream you could say." I admitted in a tiny voice, entirely muffled by pressing my face against his chest so it mostly came out as indecipherable mummers. I didn't like talking about my feelings, or anything that personal.

Edward's amusement was palpable. "I can't help you if I don't understand what you're saying." He drawled slowly, only to be rewarded by a punch in the ribcage.

I immediately regretted it, the sharp pain in my knuckles just mocking me. "Fucking hell," I hissed in pain, rubbing my fist with a grimace.

"Please refrain from attempting to commit bodily harm upon me. In the end, in only results in you hurting yourself." He teased, though he gently took my hand and held it in his own cool one.

Ah, my own personal ice pack.

"Now, what was it that you said?" He asked, rubbing it tenderly. I huffed and shifted my weight onto my side, closing my eyes and scowling darkly.

"I had a…what's the word? The English word for bad dream?" I asked, my mind drawing up blank no matter how hard I looked.

"I forget most days that English is not your first language," He mused in a thoughtful voice, making me shrug. "And I believe the word you are looking for is 'Nightmare'. At the least, I doubt it was 'Night terror', since that term is not as widely used as it was in my time." He said, making me smile slightly. Professor Edward. Ha.

"I had a nightmare….Wait, what?" I paused in confusion. "I don't understand. What is a 'Mare'?" I asked him. When pronounced slowly, it was obvious that they were two different words.

Edward snorted derisively. "An Incubus. Feminine; Succubus. An evil spirt thought to lie upon and suffocate sleepers."

We were both silent for a second as my mind tried to process what he said. I blinked "When you say 'Lie Upon'…?" I trailed off.

"I mean have intercourse." He stated bluntly. I nodded in understanding.

"You mean an Iblis." I declared in an alarmed tone. He laughed and pulled me closer until I was basically lying on top of him instead of the bed. I couldn't see but I knew he was smiling.

"They don't exist love, there's really nothing to worry about." He told me, wrapping his arms around my back. I rolled my eyes, resting my arms on his chest.

"You exist, and if Vampires and Werewolves and Shape shifters and who knows what else can exist in this world, then I don't see why evil spirits can't. In fact, I have more cause to believe in Evil Spirits than in anything else." I said, resting my head down, and probably suffocating him with my hair. Not that he needed to breathe in the first place.

"And why is that?"

I shrugged nonchalantly. "One of the key parts of my family's religion involves witchcraft. Demons, mythological creatures and evil spirits are something I'm used to hearing about. Of course, I didn't believe any of it until I met you." I told him truthfully.

He was silent a moment. "Is that why, despite your previous knowledge, you were still so calm when I first told you the truth?" He asked interestedly. I paused, looking at him from his perspective. Normal people got freaked out about the existence of Vampires, whether or not they had foreknowledge on the subject. He was probably still sceptical with the ease of which I had processed his secret. I shook my head, remembering the moment. To be honest, I had been so 'calm' because I had already known the truth from the books, and that was that. I had known at the time he wouldn't have hurt me. My religion had nothing to do with the fact.

"Despite the high regard in which Ancient Egyptians and those who still follow the Old Religion hold Vampires in –that factor honestly had nothing to do with my calm. In fact, I had even forgotten about that until now." I admitted in a thoughtful tone, my memories drifting to the numerous lessons my mother had drilled into me since before I could even speak. It was weird –I had never really believed it (I hadn't not believe in it either, I'm Agnostic after all) but now, appearing in this world, I wouldn't be surprised if it had all been true.

"…Your mother knows." He declared and my body reacted faster than my mind could process. I shot up so fast that I had whiplash and immediately hit the light switch above the bed, blinking down at Edward in a mixture of horror and my eyes trying to adjust to the newfound brightness of the room.

"She knows what?" I hissed. I was so frantic that I had even forgotten momentarily forgotten how to speak English, reverting to my mother tongue. Edward sat up, making me shift backwards in his lap lest I fall.

He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palm, blinking quickly. Belatedly, I felt a little guilty. He was probably half blind at the moment. "She knows what I am. She's been aware since she first met me." He replied in Arabic, no doubt realising that English wouldn't mean anything to me at the moment.

My mother knew? She knew? Who else knew? Lucas –did he know? He'd been asking weird questions lately, and he was smart enough to come to the right conclusion easily, even if he wouldn't necessarily believe it. But he could and that was the important thing. But also, suddenly, my mother's strange behaviour made sense –all those calculating glances I had brushed off thinking that it was just a normal parent being suspicious of their daughter's boyfriend. How wrong I was! And my father! Did he know?

"What about my father? Does he know?" I asked worriedly, frowning deeply.

"He suspects something is different is about me." Edward admitted,

"You should have told me sooner." I said in displeasure.

"I wasn't sure until two days ago. I didn't…understand." He frowned, obviously not liking the fact that he had to admit to that.

"The Dead Pharaohs." I said, translating the ancient term, "It's what we call them. Probably why you didn't understand." I told him.

And then I laughed, because damn Edward, you sure know how to pick em! I shook my head in disbelief. "Of course you would choose the girl with the superstitious family." The sarcasm was palpable, making him frown at me.

I sighed, taking a deep breath to calm myself, and running a hand through his messy hair with a wry smile. "So what are your plans? Catching the next plane ride to Forks, or just all-out running?" I joked half-heartedly.

Edward clicked his tongue in displeasure, "I don't like it, but she's not going to reveal anything. In fact, she seems almost…happy." The last word was said with clear confusion. I snorted. I could imagine how perplexed he must be, wondering why someone would be happy their daughter was dating a 'monster'.

"That sounds like her alright." I agreed with an eye roll, twirling fire-coloured strands around my fingers. "We'll have to talk to her about it though. We can't leave it alone." I said wearily, already dreading the impending conversation. I could imagine it already, bright smiles, respectful gazes –I hadn't been kidding when I stated that Vampires were held in high regard. They were literally right up there with Felines.

Knowing my mother, she'll probably force me to marry the poor dude immediately –condemning him to life with a crazy, annoying purple haired female.

I wouldn't want to spend eternity with myself either, to be honest.

"That is probably for the best." He agreed, though he clearly didn't like the idea. I gave him a comforting smile, even though I felt extremely guilty. He'd never have to deal with this if he hadn't come to Thailand with me. His family's whole, pain-stakingly kept secret was in danger, all because I came from a family of superstitious weirdos.

"What of the dream you had? You never did finish telling me." He said, changing the subject. I sighed tiredly and dropped my hand, grimacing at the thought.

"Right." I agreed half-heartedly, before taking a deep breath. Might as well just come out with it. "Basically, I watched a girl get her head chopped off at the orders of her sister on the steps of a really nice pillared, though familiar building in what looked like Ancient Greece." I declared bluntly, consciously avoiding mentioning Ra at all. I was not prepared to tell him that.

I could feel him drilling a hole through my head with his eyes, but I valiantly avoided making eye contact, instead focusing on the white stripes on his Adidas Sweatpants. I suspected Sweatpants were secretly his favourite clothing item –he always wore them after he changed from his day clothing. Though I didn't blame him, who didn't like sweatpants? And he looked damn good in the anyway.

I made a note to remember to borrow a few pairs.

"Was this 'nice, pillared and familiar' building made of white marble?" He asked, and I nodded in confirmation. I knew the building, I had seen it numerous times –I just couldn't remember its name.

"From what I gather from your admittedly sparse description, is that you dreamt of the Execution of Arsinoë the Fourth by the orders of her sister, Cleopatra, and that 'building' was the Temple of Artemis." He explained and my eyes widened in recognition.

"Ah, I remember now," I said with a nod, reaching over for my tablet on the bedside table, my mind drifting back to the time we had vacationed in Europe for Summer Vacation. "We were in Turkey for a week sometime in twenty-twelve, and my parents basically dragged me to see what's left of it. An important part of our history, they claimed." I said with a small smile, as I showed him the file.

He smiled in amusement. "You were very vocal in your displeasure. I saw the video." He told me, putting it aside. I grimaced.

"I didn't like the place. It felt like someone was stamping on my grave as soon as I set foot there." I shivered at the memory.

Edward nodded. "I wouldn't imagine you would, considering the fact that your namesake was murdered there. I suppose in a way, it hit you a little too close to home." He mused thoughtfully. I stared at him with a raised eyebrow. "Although, it is a little peculiar that you would dream of it." He acknowledged.

I rubbed my neck self-consciously, remembering the sharp pain I felt in the dream. "Yes well, I told you my mind was weird." I grumbled, rolling off him and back onto the bed proper, curling into a tight ball and pulling the covers up to my waist, fatigue suddenly creeping up on me.

Edward laughed softly, caressing my cheek gently. "Interesting, I would say." He contradicted and I didn't even bother rolling my eyes.

"You would." I huffed, closing my eyes. "You're just as weird as I am." I declared with a faux sniff of haughtiness. He laughed again, a lively, happy sound that made my heart soar and my insides turn to goo.

"Then we'll just have to be weird together." He replied, the grin clear in his voice, and I couldn't help but smile.

"There really is no other choice." I stated in an exasperated tone, though I didn't really mean it. The feeling of a kiss on my cheek made me flush deeply and Ra damn him, because he was literally the only person who could make me blush like a little girl and I hated and yet loved it all at the same time

"None at all."

Ah, but Ra bless him too because I loved him just a little too much to be healthy.

I was sitting in a large, gem embedded Golden throne, legs tucked comfortably under me, with both my arms resting on the sides of the chair. My back was straight as I looked around curiously, taking in my admittedly stunning surroundings. Coloured sunlight filtered in from the stained glass that was the ceiling one had to crane their next to see, three wide pillars ornately carved with intricate designs lined each side of the hall, reaching all the way up to the top and the big windows were thrown open to allow even more light, and the breeze that let in the smell of the familiar salty ocean that reminded me so much of home. The walls were made of white stone, and the decorated drapes blew with the wind, swinging lazily. The floors too were stone, but they were smooth in comparison to the rough, but still beautiful style that acted as the walls, and at the far end of the hall was a large wooden door that was wide open, though I couldn't see anything other than an extremely long and open corridor.

I realised suddenly, that I was not as alone as I had first thought, judging by the two beautiful golden skinned females standing on either side of me, fanning me with large palm leaves, and the cat that looked exactly like Sebby back in Dublin, or the numerous people milling about awkwardly, dressed in airy white robes and clutching scrolls in their arms. Or even the familiar looking beautiful olive skinned, dark haired male sitting on the floor leaning on the throne and enjoying the breeze.

Benjamin.

Okay, I officially have absolutely no idea what the hell is going on.

"My Queen," A nervous looking bald headed man started, walking forward and stopping a respectful distance away from the last step. I blinked in confusion, before realising that he was addressing me. "We have the scrolls you requested." He told me. I noticed he didn't even look at me as he said it, instead he stared at the ground near the throne foot.

I still didn't know what was going on, but apparently my brain did, because my mouth opened without me telling it to. "Bring the first one forward." I commanded in a cool voice, waving my hand in invitation. I frowned as the nervous man stumbled up the stone steps, before slowly handing my the scroll and retreating quickly.

My unrolled the scroll with ease that surprised me, and I gawked in shock at what was held within. Firstly, the think was made of papyrus. Not even parchment, papyrus. What the hell was I doing with such old material? Secondly, everything was written in Hieroglyphics.

Yes, that is indeed correct.

I marvelled at the paper, even as my brain seemed to somehow understand what was written quite efficiently (what the hell did I need with Navy Battle plans anyway?), and rolled it up, handing it to Benjamin without even looking at him. He didn't seem to look at me either, or even open his eyes, simply taking the scroll as if he'd been expecting it.

"Very good." I declared sounding pleased, much to the relief of the old man in front of me. I was getting freaked out. Why the fuck was my mouth moving without my permission? Why did I seem to know what the hell was going on when at the same time I was even more lost than a city girl in the Amazon? "Call the generals. I want to hold a meeting to discuss these new…developments." I smirked despite myself. What new developments? There were new developments? Why am I not aware of them?

The old man nodded, before scurrying away much faster than I'd thought him able. "Everyone else, clear the room." My voice wasn't even all that commanding either, but despite that, everyone cleared like ants, the previously unseen guards shutting the door behind them.

I took a deep breath, calming myself.

"Is this really the best decision Arsinoë?" Asked Benjamin, sounding amused. I wonder why he'd stayed. I let out a satisfied hum, turning my neck lazily to look down at him and finding him watching me with sparkling red eyes.

"Oh, but it is." I drawled in a confident tone. It was smooth and self-assured, and I marvelled at it, because I sure as hell never knew that I could make my voice sound like that. Maybe I'd use it more in the future. "I don't know what foolishness was going through her head when she decided to run off across the sea, but by doing so, she has endangered all of us with her rash and barely thought through decisions." My voice was annoyed. I didn't even know why. I didn't even know we were talking about.

"She's going to kill you when she finds out." Benjamin snorted and I shrugged.

"Let her try, and if she succeeds, then all the more power to her, however, I won't make it easy." I declared with a smile. Why the hell was I smiling? Who was trying to kill me? Why were they trying to kill me? I didn't want to be killed, no siree, I still had a long life to live thank you very much.

"And by that, I assume I'll now be working over-time, won't I?" He asked with a weary sigh and I laughed.

"It's your job, or have you forgotten?" I retorted with an impish grin, looking down at the Olive skinned vampire.

Benjamin huffed.