Oi vey, I am so sorry this took so long for me to write. I was extremely busy with school, being a high school senior with several AP course, so a non-academic life was very hard to keep up with, especially with college applications and everything else. Now that the semester ended, I have a lot more time on my hands and I've been admitted to my top choice colleges so hopefully, if my muse lets me, I'll be updating more. I want to have this story finished by late-August because I'll be leaving to be an exchange student in Poland for a year, and I certainly would not want to hold up a story for a year. You all would hate me.

I had received a few messages concerning this story. I would like to restate that no, I have not given up on this story. From the last time I updated up to now was a very stressful point in my life so far and I had to dedicate my time to that. I even had mentioned that I may not update for some time because of it. I won't lie when I say it took some time to get some inspiration for this thing (especially when I began to go through my Harry Potter phase.)-every time I opened the document, I either had to do something else or I could just never get past the first paragraph. So yes, I am sorry for not updating.

Continuing on, thank you to all of my fabulous reviewers, I love you guys and I'm so happy you all stuck with me. To my latest favoritees and alerters, you guys are awesome. I would list you all, but I would take up too much space and I don't want to keep you from the story.

So I hope you all enjoy this chapter! (Sorry that this note is so long, lawlz.)

So finally, disclaimer: I own nothing but Victoria


A part of her wished she could melt through the floor, but of course, even she knew that it was humanly impossible to do something like that. But all of them kept their eyes on her before the young Al Capone decided to grab the back of her jacket and pull her straight up, earning some sort of choking sound from her in the process. She glared up at him, "Let go of me! I can stand up by myself!" She told him firmly, swatting his hand away and picking herself from the ground.

"Well well, kitten got a tongue." One man spoke, who she assumed to be Al Capone, having read about him in the past, plus he was in black and white while the others were color. She sent a glare his way as she stood straight up, dusting herself off.

Kahmunrah just looked over her towards the French commander, "Well done, Mr. Bonaparte, now I trust that you and your men can find Mr. Daley, I asthume?" He looked at them in a very expectant manner, in which the Frenchmen nodded sharply,

"Oui." With that said, Napoleon and his men quickly left. Victoria, on the other hand, tried to pull a sneaky move and slink away with the Frenchmen before the Egyptian would notice her departure once more. But of course, her efforts were thwarted when Kahmunrah swiftly took a tight grip around her small biceps. She looked up towards him, trying to keep the fear from her eyes. He didn't even bother looking down at her, but he did spare a single glance for only a moment,

"Not tho fast." He told her sharply, then turned his eyes towards Al Capone, "Mr. Capone, would you mind escorting Mith…" He glanced down towards her once more.

"Seychelle." She replied, her voice unwavering.

"Mith Theythelle while we search for a proper throne room?" Was that a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips? Victoria certainly did not like the look of that; she glanced over towards the mafia man just as he began to crack his knuckles with a chuckle.

"No problem." Capone replied. Just as the vice grip was released from her arm, Victoria was suddenly lifted in to the air once more, "Come on, dollface."

"Whoa! Whoa! I can walk perfectly fine! An escort is to walk with!" Victoria quickly protested, pressing her hands against Capone's back to lift herself up just to be able to see without hurting herself. Kahmunrah casually walked behind Capone, like nothing was out of the ordinary.

"You know, that wath what I implied, but Mr. Capone here thinks that this ith a better idea." He spoke innocently; Victoria rolled her eyes. "Perhapth you won't run away thith way." There was that smirk again-she wanted to smack it off of that mug of his.

But those thoughts quickly disappeared as a few sneaky fingers found themselves tapping lightly on fine line between her thigh and her bum. With narrowed eyes, she twisted her body around slightly, raising her arm to deliver a swift smack to the back of his head, one that nearly knocked his fedora right off. "Y'ow!" He exclaimed, quickly clutching his head with his free hand, "What was that for?" He snarled.

"Keep your hands off of me!" Victoria barked quickly, resisting the very tempting urge to smack him again just for the joy of it. Capone simply snorted and rolled his eyes, continuing to walk down the hallways. Victoria rolled her eyes as well and turned her eyes back towards Kahmunrah, who seemed to be looking at with some sort of interest. "What are you gawking at?"

"Oh, nothing." He replied simply, waving his left wand around in the air a little.

"Whatever." Victoria grumbled, having quite enough of this—though she would never admit it out aloud, she was just a tiny bit happy that she wasn't technically running anymore. After another moment, Kahmunrah seemed to be finished calculating the fine details of their little captive, the Egyptian quickened his pace slightly and took over at the front of the group, leading the way.

"Vhere are going?" She heard the thick Russian accent from behind (or was is technically in front of) herself.

"To find a suitable-." Kahmunrah began but then an idea dawned upon him, he pointed his index finger up casually, "To my gate."

"And you know zeh way to zhis gate?" The Russian continued.

"Of course I do." Kahmunrah sharply replied in a slightly higher-pitched tone of voice, looking back towards the bearded man to give him a questioning expression on whether or not he was serious about that. "It'th my gate." He continued walking straight, "There we will make that our throne room."

How they were able to find the exit before she could was way beyond her—she groaned, silently wishing that she were better at retracing her steps while in a panic.

She had to think, yes, think. How was she going to escape? Better yet, how the hell was she going to find Larry without Kahmunrah noticing and capturing them both? Victoria sighed, dropping her head and her forehead lightly tapped against Al Capone's back. She was stuck and would have to admit defeat, for now at least.

So they kept walking, Victoria still hanging over Capone's shoulder like some doll. She kept quiet, blocking out whatever conversation they may have had. She closed her eyes and waited for Larry's voice to come around some corner and tell them to let her go, thus Larry becoming her savior and then they could leave or whatever at sunrise. She snorted to herself, like that would ever happen; she scrunched her nose up. Soon the group came to a stop and Capone pulled her from over his shoulder, which she prepared herself and opened her eyes,

"Finally." She grumbled, setting her feet back on the ground, "Took you long enough to find it," once more to herself. She began dusting herself like she really had any sort of dirt upon her person. She scanned her eyes around the area—the room where Larry and that guy Brunden argued.

Kahmunrah must have caught part of her words and he huffed out his chest slightly, "Just like how you found the door?" He replied seamlessly. Victoria glared at the man, crossing her arms over her chest and shifting her weight to her right leg.

"Whatever," she grumbled, "well, what are you going to do now? Because I'm pretty sure if you try to leave this building, Larry will find you."

Kahmunrah pivoted on his heels and tilted his head slightly towards the petite woman, "Oh I'm thure Mr. Daley will find hith way back to us." He touched his fingertips together, "Ath for now, Mr. Terrible and Mr. Capone here can go gather our treasures and winningth." He separated his fingers for a moment to make a subtle motion towards the men, and then placed them back together, "And for you, you shall accompany me to find you thomething more…" He paused and scanned her over with his eyes—at which she felt a shiver go down her spine under his gaze, but of course she did not allow for it to show—"Appropriate."

"I would prefer it if you didn't look me over like a piece of meat." Victoria kept a firm tone of voice as she shifted her weight once more on to the other leg, showing that she meant business.

Kahmunrah, slightly intrigued by her, took a step towards her, just to see if she would fall back a step. His attempt was proven wrong when she didn't even flinch—interesting, he pondered to himself. "I am a Pharaoh, my dear. I can look at you however I want." He accented his words, bending over slightly above her, craning his neck slightly down. Victoria did not reply but only kept her somewhat intimidating glare, though to Kahmunrah it wasn't very scary, on her expression. He let out a 'hmph!' of a sound and straightened himself up, shifting his gaze towards the Russian and the mobster. "You may go, but bring back anything of excellent value."

With that said, the two nodded and went off on their little treasure hunt, leaving Victoria alone with the Pharaoh. Just as Victoria went to drop her arms, with some sot of cat-like reflexes, Kahmunrah shot his hand out and grabbed her wrist in a vice-like grip, she gasped softly. She tried to pull back from him but it was to no avail. "Come with me." Thus he began pulling her along side of himself.

After walking a little bit, she spoke up, "Do you even know where we're going?"

"Oh don't worry your pretty little head off."

Victoria rolled her eyes, suddenly realizing why he was pulling her around like some ragdoll, "If you planning on getting me new clothes, don't bank on it." She started, "All of the clothes on the mannequins and all of you are awake, so I doubt any of them will want to give up their clothing to some lisping stranger." She tried again to pull her wrist from his grasp, still nothing.

"Like I told you before, don't worry." There was a certain twinkle in his eye, which Victoria couldn't place when he glanced down towards her. This worried her a little bit but made sure not to show any fear in her eyes.

Continuing down another hallway, they came upon a room full of clothing of all kinds. "Can't I just stay in this?" She made a gesture to her baggy night guard attire, "It's much more comfortable and it brings out the color of my eyes." She said in a half-joking manner.

"Oh, thince you put it that way, no." She thought she had him for a moment, "You're a woman, tho you must dreth like one." He pulled her down the aisle of clothing, as if trying to look for a specific time era.

"I don't have to dress like a woman." She replied firmly, "Society just makes it that way." She grumbled more to herself than to Kahmunrah.

"Well, I'm a Pharaoh, so you have to do ath I say; so dress like a woman!" He turned towards her for a moment; forcing her to take a defensive step back. They were silent for a little longer until Kahmunrah seemed to find what he wanted. "Here," he picked up a dress and handed, more like pushed it, to her, "put this on."

Victoria held it for a moment, looking it over. It looked like a traditional outfit that would have been found during Kahmunrah's time. She rolled her eyes and spied something she found much more appealing. "I would rather not." She pushed it back to him then pointed over to the other dress, "If I'm going to wear any dress, it's going to be that." He turned to look at her choice. An ivory-colored gown with gold lace and several intricate designs placed sporadically on the dress with a dark blue dress robe draped over it; an outfit fit for a Czarina. Kahmunrah turned back to her, looking rather displeased with her choice.

"No, you're wearing this." He pushed the Egyptian dress back against her; she quickly pushed it back to him.

"No, I'm not."

"Yeth, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"I will force this dress upon you whether you like it or not!"

"You are not getting anywhere near me with that!"

"You will wear this even I have dress you myself!"

"No way—Hey! Get away—Stop!" She started but he pushed her against the rack of clothing, in which there just happened to be a wall behind which made it a little easier for him as he basically pinned her against it. "Get off of me!" She tried forcing him off but he was planted firmly against her, much to her discomfort.

"Stay still!" He commanded, placing the dress over the railing and tore open the front of her button-up shirt, revealing her beige-colored bra, and sending the buttons flying in different directions. For only a moment did he pause, as if looking her over—she certainly didn't want any new ideas popping into his head. Her knees buckled together in fright as she quickly tried to cover herself, feeling a little violated.

"Alright! Alright! I'll wear the stupid dress." She gave in, dropping her head, and mustering up some strength to push the man off of her and managed to get him off of her. He handed her the dress with some smug look on his face. She glared daggers at him as she turned around. She glanced over her shoulder, "Do you mind?" She snapped at him.

He smirked, "Not at all, don't mind me."

"Well I do, go somewhere else so I can change." She sharply replied.

He snorted, rolling his eyes as well. But at least he gave her that, but he just turned around and did nothing to really give her any space, in case she wanted to run. But where could she run? Nowhere far at least.

As soon as she was sure that he had turned away from her and wasn't watching, she began undressing herself. She tossed the ruined shirt to the ground and merely discarded the pants as well. She slid the dress on with minimal ease. The damn thing was so tight! She felt like she could barely breathe. She groaned as she tried to fix it as much as she could, trying to make it a little bit more comfortable, but it hardly worked. She let out a sigh and turned around, "I'm done." She didn't sound very pleased, but Kahmunrah felt rather differently.

"Thee? Isn't that better?" He spoke sweetly, faking a smile.

"You disgust me."

With that said, she turned and began walking towards where they came from. Kahmunrah quickly came up from behind and quickly grasped her arm in his own. She quickly tried to pull away, which didn't work. She should have learned by now.

"Much more appropriate."