Chapter 7-
Evelyn crinkled her nose in disgust. A British (soldier, perhaps?) stumbled along the road drunk as can be, screaming love sonnets to his bottle of rum. She looked out her window- yes, there WAS almost a full moon, proving that strange things do happen during this occurrence. Evy shook that thought off, getting horribly drunk and embarrassing yourself in public wasn't anything new, as Rick was the prime example. She lazily picked herself up from the bed and sauntered quietly over to the balcony. She rested her palms against the cool wood, and tasted the sweet air of the breezy night. Music she couldn't describe was rolling off into the distance, along with the laughter of friends having a good time. The fabric of her blouse flitted against her pale skin. A strand of hair swept onto her face, but she was too content to push it away. The leaves of nearby trees were rustling, and the night had a memorising calmness to it. But even with this with this peaceful midnight tranquility, Evelyn could not sleep. She closed her lids only to think about Imhotep. She groaned in annoyance and turned around, her hands slapping the wood.
"God, Evy!" she said to herself. "You have to stop thinking about him!"
She marched over to the liquor cabinet, only to find it empty. Evelyn sighed and placed a hand to her pounding forehead. She leaned against the counter only to accidentally push off some books. As she knelt down to pick them up she noticed they were all about Ancient Egypt. Evelyn quickly resolved to finish the matter at hand, and instead of sleeping (which she could not do) she decided to go to the only place in Egypt that might accept her at this time of night. The museum.
Evelyn picked up her long black coat and walked out the door. She paused for a moment at the door, something was amiss. An unknown feeling crept into her heart. Tonight was different. Evelyn shook her head laughingly and continued down the stairs to the lobby. However when she reached the door she could feel a small tug of energy pulling her back into the building. For some odd reason she was undoubtedly hesitant to go to the museum. Evelyn pushed through and stepped out into the cool, crisp night. The air had a strange melodic quality to it, and Evy shivered in her thin coat. She placed her slender hands in her pockets and walked silently down the gravel road as the tips of her clacking shoes echoed into the night.
Imhotep stood silently against the metal gate of the research lab, musing on the past events of the day. He couldn't help but chuckle. What a foolish place this world had evolved into. He had told the old woman he would 'think' about it. Ending the entire world over one little girl. Basically all he was thinking about was how to use her to his advantage. His mind shifted to the cool night. His skin was tingling with new sensations, but after being unable to feel for thousands of years he was still very numb. Despite losing his ability to not be controlled by his emotions, he still wished he could feel the sweet nectar of life and the tangy air that swept into his lungs. But that was only a dream, and he, being the realist, knew very well that dreams did not come true. Imhotep shook uncomfortably in his new attire of Egyptian clothing. He could not wait until he could be dressed in the ancient clothes of the priests.
He picked himself up from the gate and resolved that he would explore this new world in which he was presented. He decided to walk over to the museum first to try to revive old, forgotten memories. The main reason was to try to rid him of these thoughts of that strange, pale woman that ruined him not so long ago. Imhotep filled his head with images of Anuksunamun, but he didn't feel that strange tug of the heart like he did in ancient years. It must be the after-effects of the reawakening. Though reason and logic filled his mind, for the first time in his life Imhotep felt unsure. Every image of this woman that had flashed in his mind only brought him further to doubt his own will. Starving homeless men and women lay crouched in black abysses, their eyes widening in fear as he walked by them. Imhotep walked in the silhouettes of the passing buildings, a shadow himself.
Evelyn gazed speculatively at the front entrance to the museum, her heart trembling for a split-second. The entrance loomed over her like a black shroud, a dark sense of foreboding evading her senses. She shook her head, she was just being silly. Without a second though she swung her book bag to her other hand and hurried up the steps, conscious of the leering eyes that peered at her from unknown alleyways. It would be locked, yes, but along with the benefits of being a former employer and temporary curator she had been given free access anytime. Using a key, it wasn't long before she pushed the gilded doors open, revealing a solitary guard. Realizing she had a key, the guard lazily placed the newspaper against the table in which he was leaning on, and reached for her ID that she had presented him.
So this is what death felt like, he mused silently, as his heart stopped beating. He had just turned the corner of the museum, when he was stopped dead in his tracks. There she was, the woman from both his nightmares and his fantasies. The woman he was supposed to hate but for the first time in his life could not summon the emotion. Evelyn, that is the name that they called her. Her name rung like bells through his head. So this is emotion. He stepped into the shadows so as to not be seen, his dark eyes never escaped her small figure. She was like a flower in a scorched desert, he thought unwillingly. Her pale skin lit up the darkness as though silk cream-coloured petals were encrusted upon each cell. Her dark, wavy hair tumbled from the ornament that failed to pile its dark tresses upon her head. His breath quickened, hating himself for his lack of control to a mere mortal woman, a woman who was responsible for the loss of his own immortal life no less. She was thoroughly trying to search through her book-bag searching for something, time pausing during his analysis of her. She was too much encased in darkness for Imhotep to gain a clear sight of her. He tried to summon up the image for revenge to appear in his head, but he had no will to do so. Curiosity was the only formation to appear. His breath caught as he saw that she was beginning to climb the entrance steps, the object of her search apparently found. His heart jumped with sudden panic, afraid to lose the sight of her. Afraid? What was wrong with him? He was no better then a twelve-year old Pharaoh that had just hit puberty. She disappeared inside the remnants of the museum, closing the gates behind her. Imhotep leaned against the door for a moment, trying to think. For the life of him, he could not understand why he didn't want to lose sight of her, was it revenge? By the rays of Ra he hoped so. One thing was for certain, he could not lose this opportunity to follow her. He waited in the shadows for a few minutes, trying to gain composure at this sudden shock. Once done, he clambered softly up the stairs to the entrance, and without any feat of strength managed to open the door. The guard inside looked up in surprise, before crying out and standing up.
"Hey. No visitors allowed! How did you get in here anyway? We're open at noon tomorrow; now leave before I call security."
Almost machine-like Imhotep strolled on ahead, ignoring completely the guard's protests. The man stood in front of him, short in comparison. He placed a hand on Imhotep's chest, firm centred.
"No way, man. You're not getting in here on my shift, now go."
Imhotep calmly glanced down at him like a child to an ant, before swiftly placing his own hand to the man's face, and with extreme strength pushed him to the wall, aware of the crack the man's skull made on impact. Nonchalantly he gazed around the room, a small smile lighting his face. It was time.
Evelyn peered into the glass as she began the task of trying to figure out the story of the ancient figures which were presented to her. This is where she belonged, with the musty old remnants of past years. It astounded her to think that people cared and touched these caged-up objects thousands of years ago. Evy closed her eyes, trying to imagine what the people were like. The security guard sat dozing off in a little chair at the door. Evy stared at him in disgust. Just about anyone could come in and steal priceless works of ancient history. Although it did seem like she was the only person on the planet that cared for such things. She placed a finger on the glass and trailed the object inside. She paused for a moment, before staring around her to make sure no one was staring. Evelyn stepped up close, and breathed hot air onto the glass. With a perfect fingernail she traced a figure of an owl, which of course represented the moon that night. Suddenly, the room went cold. She swung around, her book bag whipping along like a weapon.
Evy straightened her back in surprise, the hairs on her neck rising. Someone was watching her, she knew that for sure. She scanned the room in panic. The guard was sleeping, and the room was consumed with shadows that crept like tentacles. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a brief movement of a shadow. She swung around, grabbing her book bag in case of defence.
"Who's there?" Evy cried out angrily, her voice shaking. "I demand to know!"
The seconds ticked by, echoing into the still room. The air seemed to have stopped, leaving Evelyn breathless.
"Come out now!"
Suddenly, the shadows seemed to open like the red sea. The silence through it all was unbearable. In the middle stood a grand figure. Out walked a man, dressed in daily Egyptian clothing, but he couldn't fool Evelyn. She recognized that face more then she knew her own hand.
"Imhotep?" she whispered silently.
All of a sudden, her eyes rolled back and she collapsed on the floor in a dead faint.
January 26, 2006, Thursday.
Wow, been a long time since I've checked this story out. I am extremely apologetic about not updating this, but truth be told I'm shocked that this got as many reviews as it did. I started this story for a friend, and I wasn't putting any effort into it. My chapters are short and simple, and I had no interest in pursuing it. But because I have never received so many reviews in such a short time, then I feel for everyone that I will finish it. However I have added a little bit more to this chapter as I felt it was lacking. This story will not be updated everyday, as I'm also working on another story called 'People of the Mist'. 'People of the Mist' is a much more thorough and lengthy story, which is why so far I'm giving it much more attention then 'A Feeling Untouched.' I'm planning on shifting from story to story, so please bear with me. It has been everyone's heartfelt reviews that are making this particular story survive, though I myself am not exactly enamoured with the writing style. Thank you to everyone who reviewed and spurred me on and I apologise for the long delay.
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