I don't own Night at the Museum

Washington D.C, 2009 A.D.

Everything moved too fast for her and she had to react just as quickly as time traveled. Without giving it a second thought she fell to the floor, grabbed the dagger, and rolled out of the way when the sharp end of the khopesh clashed against the floors. The sound that it made rang in her ears not even making her want to imagine what would have happened if she had been there. She rose to her feet and deflected Kahmunrah's attack. The moment that the khopesh made contact with the dagger, a tingling sensation went up through her arm and she moved away from him.

"Good," Kahmunrah smirked, "you haven't forgotten your fighting. However," he stopped short and checked over her for a mere beat, "you're rather rusty at it."

"Four thousand years of being asleep could do that to you!" she retorted. "You're not that swift as I remembered."

Her words were enough to make him think that she was teasing him though he was going to let that comment pass for now. "Is that so?" he asked her as he held his khopesh behind him and approached her. "It's been four thousand years as you said. There are still some things that I am trying to gain back. Memories, the reason why I am here..."

"And the tablet," Neferet added. "After four thousand years and your still obsessing over your younger brother's toys."

It took all of Kahmunrah's will to not roll his eyes at her comment. "That tablet is not a toy," he said to her. "Bringing things to life is just a parlor trick my dear. Its magic has more potential than that."

However, Neferet ceased hearing his words when he said bringing things to life. Was that the reason as to why she had been awoken twice and found herself in this strange place and not Egypt. "Hold on," she spoke up and looked at him, "what do you mean that it brings things to life?"

There was that smirk on his face again. "Why don't you already know?" Kahmunrah asked her, "we are all dead. Without that tablet we would still be dead and we wouldn't be standing where we are now. Though that was something that I was hoping to avoid in the afterlife." He noticed her eyes scrunching in anger much to his satisfaction.

Her hands formed into fists as the dagger in her grip began to shake. "Then why are you still here you bastard?" she asked him.

"Oh my!" Kahmunrah sarcastically exclaimed as he placed a hand upon his chest and took a step back. "Such unpleasant language. How could you break my heart in tiny pieces my dear?"

Neferet rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You never had a heart Kahmunrah," she said. "Not then and not now."

A chuckle escaped his lips as he walked around her. "We are one and the same my little cobra," he said to her. "You don't have a heart either." Quickly he whipped the dagger from behind him and toward's Neferet.

However, Neferet was quick to deflect his attack as metal clanged upon metal. She tried to dodge whatever attack he threw at her and kept her eyes onto the ex-pharaoh before her. When he raised his arm to attack, she swiped the dagger under his arm and she swore that she had injured him.

Kahmunrah flinched when he felt the tip of the dagger sliding across his skin and he took a step back from her. With his other hand, he slid his fingers towards the area where she had attacked him and saw the color of blood on the tips of his fingers. Just a mere scratch he thought to himself but she was not going to have the same fate. He noticed that she was out of breath but he was not through with her yet. "Is that the best you can do?" he asked her, "attack your opponent with your feeble weapon?" He twisted his wrist in the air made to deliver another attack towards Neferet.

She didn't know how long he was going to keep this up. She could feel herself getting exhausted and how he moved the khopesh, Neferet didn't know whether he wanted to attack her or was just tiring her. Kahmunrah quickly knelt to the floor and swiped the floor with his weapon and she jumped out of the way. When her feet landed back on the ground, she didn't react quick enough when Kahmunrah's fist made contact with her face. When he delivered the punch, her body twisted around and before she knew it he had his arm wrapped around her and the khopesh just under her chin. He felt her beginning to squirm under his grip and to ensure that she wouldn't attack, he bought her towards the wall and sandwiched her between the wall and himself. "Now drop your weapon," he said to her. "Do it!"

Giving into his demands, Neferet let go and watched the dagger fall to the floor and Kahmunrah kicked it away from them under one of the shelves where she wouldn't be able to retrieve it.