Okay everyone, this is my first story on here, so please tell me what you think about it!
Regular P.O.V.

Megan starred out the window, her eyes glazed over while her physics professor blabbered on about how energy is work or vise versa. This is ridiculous! Her eyes trailed the road that led out of sight beyond the green soccer fields. Turn your arms faster you stupid clock! She turned her gaze on the wall clock which said there was only a few more minutes left of class.

"Pst..." Megan whipped her head around; her silver curls landing accrue about her shoulders. There wasn't anyone there. She glanced around the class, half the students were asleep or deeply intrigued with the lesson. "Pst…" There it is again... She wavered her eyes all around her.

The wind outside blew strongly as the skies had suddenly turned a deep grey and black, dirt flying across the streets and students parking lot. What the hell…? Megan starred intensely again out the window, her hair flowing around her freely now as the scenes around her change drastically. The last thing she heard was the distance tone of the bell dismissing class.

Megan awoke in a dimly lit room; blankets of silk and cottons covered her body. She sat up and rubbed her forehead with her fingers. Another headache? She flung her legs out of the bed and landed quietly upon them. She gasped as she realized her body was no longer covered with the silks, or anything else for that matter. She quickly scurried through the room and found a colorful lace robe. Megan tip-toed across the room in 'aw' of its beauty as she pulled the robe onto her slender figure. A large circular bed formed in its center which was its most beautiful piece, and next was the detailed art work that lined the walls.

Megan pulled the curtains aside and looked out side. Sand blew softly across the terrain, blue skies as bright as the sea were cloudless, and a garden of flowers of all varieties filled her sight.

Sighing Megan walked to the door carefully opening it and peeking out side of it. There standing next to the wall was a guard dressed in Egyptian fabrics and style. He must have heard her for he looked into her eyes. "Good morning, Princess." His eyes then returned to the front and his body became rigid.

Princess! I'm not any princess! How can this be! Megan drew back into the room and frantically ran her hands over her body and searched herself in a looking glass.

"You must be wondering where you are, dear." Megan's mouth and lips moved, but it was not her own voice that escaped it. "Do not worry, child, you are safe."

Who are you! Why do you have me here! I have to get home, my mom…

"You will return as if no time has passed. I listened to your professor's lecture; I assumed you might have been grateful that I pulled you here." Megan's eyes stared back at her from the glass into her soul.

Where am I? And still, who are you?

"You are here, dear, in Egypt. And I am the spirit of the Priestess Isis. You, child, are the chosen one."

Egypt? The chosen one? Chosen for what? Can't I just go home?

"You cannot go home quiet yet, dear. I have some very important things to show you and explain to you." The reflection in the looking glass smiled and the eyes shown with warmth, "What year was it…I mean the year I pulled you from?"

The year 3014.

"It is the year of the Egyptians, as you may have been able to tell. This, child, was your room."

My room? I never lived here!

"Once many ages ago, you did. Then, you were Princess Mara, in your time, you are Megan." The face smiled again. "You child, are the chosen one resurrected. Here, you were the chosen one, during this time you were ignorant of your power. This is why I have brought you here again, to show you, to teach you."

I don't think you have the right person. Let me go home!

"I can't…" Fear twisted onto Megan's image in the looking glass.

"Oh yes Isis, take her home." A deep voice that was sly filtered through the room no louder than a whisper.

"Bakura how did you..?" The door slid open, and there lay the dead guard, blood seeping through his clothes onto the floors.

"You are the one who should not be here, Isis." Bakura closed the door behind himself, his gleaming hair falling over his eyes while he twisted around to face the priestess and the chosen one. His eyes glared into Megan's, and then they moved down and up her body.

"You, tomb robber, are the one condemned to death, not I." Megan's eyes became defiant, her arms ready to strike at any given moment.

Who is he! What's going to happen! Take me home!

"I am the all famous tomb robber, Bakura, and I am sorry to say...well not really, but I must kill you now. The both of you." His eyes gleamed in the sun as he stalked forward.

No!

Megan's body seemed to move with ease as her expression stayed calm in her reflection. Suddenly Megan could feel herself being lifted slightly off the ground, her body twisting in pain and pleasure all at once.

Megan's P.O.V.

"Megan…Megan, wake up." Mr. Andrews stood next to my desk holding a book in his right arm, and shaking me with his other. "Are you alright, Megan?" His eyes showed of genuine concern.

"I'm fine, Mr. Andrews…" I began to stand but staggered to end up back in the seat.

"You aren't fine, Megan, and please its Ryou after three o'clock." His arms slid around my waist to help me up and walked me to the door only letting go after he made sure I could make it to my locker on my own. "You gave me a scare there Meg." He smiled sweetly to me.

"Thanks Mr.…Ryou. I just was tired I guess." I stumbled away but soon got my balance and headed towards my locker, leaving Mr. Andrews behind with his books.

"Meg!" My best friend Lisa ran up to me, "Oooohhhh…I see you stayed after class with Mr. Andrews." She smiled brightly.

"You know I have the…well you know I like him. I mean he is like only twenty-one right? I'm nine-teen. Perfect, right!" I leaned over to her and placed a kiss on her cheek before I opened my locker and tossed my books into it. "He is cute, though."

"Yes, he is…" She smiled as she looked over her shoulder, "He's on his way back, Meg. Did you forget something?"

"Other than to plant a huge kiss on him and command to give me full bodily pleasure? No I didn't forget anything" I blushed when I realized how close he was after I had said that.

Mr. Andrew's eyes wavered as he smiled.

Oh God he heard me!

"Megan, do you need a lift home, I really don't want to leave you to drive after you not being able to walk after class…" He stumbled for words. "Do you need a ride, Megan?"

I smiled nervously and looked at Lisa, who was my ride today anyway.

"Forget it Meg, I can't take you home today 'cuz…well I have practice." Lisa smiled and ran off for "practice".

"Well, I guess I need one now don't I?" I smiled at him as I shut my locker. He kept a clear distance until we got to his car. He opened the door for me, I climbed in and he closed it gently next to me. "Thanks, Mr. Andrews…"

"Ryou, Megan…its Ryou." He smiled as he climbed in next to me.

I couldn't help myself feel attracted to him. His eyes were a brilliant blue, the color of the ocean, his hair so blonde it looked white, cut perfectly along his neck, and his voice, so deep and caring. My heart beat began to race when his hand fell onto the stick shift of his car, and I let out a sigh.

Something still made him feel so familiar, so close, but she hadn't really ever talked to Mr. Andrews (Ryou) personally before.

"Megan, are you sure you're alright? You just seemed to fall into your seat and wouldn't wake up the several times I asked you." His eyes met hers with true sincerity.

"I fell asleep…" I blushed and looked to the floor, "Sorry, about that. Anyway, I guess I just had a bad dream." She looked at him, his body aligned with sun beams. So familiar.

Sitting there next to her was torture. She was so beautiful and all he wanted to do was run his hands over her body. What was I thinking…inviting to take her home? Her hair fell in silver curls around her neck, her body slender in her seat and her eyes the brightest green he had ever seen, I could hardly stand to be near her. My body ached for her, and it was almost obvious.

"You are going to have to explain your way home for me, Megan."

"No problem, Mr. Andr…"

"Ryou!" I couldn't help but smile. She blushed which made my blood boil.

"Turn here…okay; keep going straight until the third stop sign." She smiled and starred out the window.

"So what do you usually do after classes?" I stared ahead at the road.

"I go riding…"

My heart raced, my palms became sweaty, riding? I just about drooled all over myself, and had the worst time controlling my other body parts.

"…I love riding horses. I used to compete but now I just ride for fun."

"Ah, I see." That's all I could say after a rush of need.

"Okay, my house is the third one in on the right." She smiled and collected her things. "Thanks for the ride…Ryou." She climbed out of the car once I slowed it down.

"No problem. Get some rest for class tomorrow!"

"It's Saturday tomorrow!" She laughed and waved goodbye to me. My heart dropped in my stomach as I placed my foot to the petal.

I rubbed myself gently and bit my lip as I let a deep moan escape my throat. I have to have her. I smiled as I drove home to relieve myself from the day's pressures.

Regular P.O.V.

Megan undressed and stepped into the shower. After getting out of the car her heart raced and her body ached for his touch.

She let the warm water flow over her as she shampooed her hair, and lathered her body with Zest soap.

"Megan…" Megan froze in the shower; the water became ice pelting her back, her body drenched in soap that soaked into her skin. "Megan…" the water seemed to whisper into her ear.

"What? Go away! Leave me be!" She staggered against the wall of the shower. She shook as the voice spoke again.

"Megan…" This voice was different, familiar, but not feminine.

The door to the shower opened slowly, a dark figure hovered beyond it. Megan stood frozen with fear sliding from her eyes.

"Go away!" Her voice crackled out as she sank, naked to the floor.

The door was now opened all the way, the figure slouched in and his eyes glared at her. Blood streamed from a wound on his forehead as he reached in for her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet.

"Megan, please be quiet." He gave her a towel and led her away. His hand was gentle on her arm, so Megan followed with ease.

"Who are you!" She whispered panicky. "I thought you were Bakura!"

The stranger could hear the girl sniffle.

"I am Malik. Be quiet, or you will be slain." He smiled as the girl closed her mouth.

Malik's P.O.V.

(That morning)

"I will kill you if it's the last thing I do, Bakura!" I shot a power ball into my enemy's chest.

"I would love to be there when it happens, Malik, old friend, but I must leave." Bakura raised his arms into the air, leaving Malik flying against a wall. Bakura vanished in a cloud of smoke.

"He is going to look for her!" I staggered up and grabbed my dagger placing it into my belt.

(Present time)

"…be quiet or you will be slain." I stumbled up the hall dragging the half naked girl behind me. Oh did I want her the second I saw her; her beautiful body gleaming in the water.

I knew Bakura was not far behind. He had already attempted to attack the girl and Isis earlier that day. I was too late, the chosen one and Isis had already vanished. Only Bakura stood in the room rummaging through the drawers of the princess. Of course, I attacked, and I had lost, he was not dead.

"Follow me, Megan, the chosen one." He slid through the door into the outside world. He could hear the girl gasp and pull away. "What the fu…"

"I will not leave this house until I am dressed!" Megan glared at Malik, who was impressed with her beauty when she was angry.

"You will be able to change where we are going!" I tried to grab her again, but she backed away.

"I will not go anywhere with you!" She puffed her cheeks out and stood there her arms crossed her chest, the towel only covering a portion of her body.

I stood there, my eyes following the curves of her figure; she was slender and gorgeous. I had to look away and clear my head, my natural instinct was to take her and plant myself into her. Fuck!

I ripped my shirt off and handed it to her. "Wear this!"

She slowly took it and pulled it around herself. "This will do..."

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her beside me and down the lawn, to the road, past the river, to the old factory at the far end of town.