Her body surged, like a fire swaying deep inside her. It warmed her core, tensed her muscles and sent sweet shivers down her spine. It was torturous. Her body curled, forcing the sinful gasp from her throat. Her mind fogged over, far too deep in to return. Her body shivered in anticipation, craving more. None of this was right; none of this was to happen. Yet it did. A deep breath hitched, catching in her throat like she had forgotten the process of breath. She was lost in utter bliss. Her world felt so surreal, the pure cotton sheets beneath her trembling body felt like silk, the air tasted sweeter than the freshest water, and the room was laced with a humble musk. She breathed it in; salty lust mixed between the oils of a desert rose. The prickle of needles shuffled down her spine, stopping to linger above the curve of her ass. The desperate gasp that left her lungs was intoxicating. She quivered. There were no words to explain her perplexed moment in time. She was astonished at the inexplicable feelings. She reminded herself, this was not to happen. This event should have never occurred. Yet it did. Fingers dug deep into the bed below, her body screaming for more. Neck arched back, pushing deep into the cushioned bed beneath her while her body curved deliciously. There was another body entangled in hers, perfect golden skin, and smooth skin lacing thick muscles. Her petite fingers left the comfort of the sheets to dance across his body, nails tracing his daring movement. Her eyes flickered over his shoulders, taking in the gold painted room. The ancient marble walls, so elegantly designed, so beautiful in the light of a desert moon. Her gaze hazed over, eyes shuttering shut in a delectable sensation. His movement's suddenly turned sharp, sensations torn between sensual and abusive. His hands snatched her wandering tips from his skin, pinning them above her head. His grip was tight, the weight of his body crashing down against her. Her gaze was shaky as a cry released from her lips. He crashed their hips together with load clap, skin marring skin. It was almost painful, how deep he was reaching inside of her. It felt like heaven and hurt far more than any hell. She forced back a scream when his lips met her breast, his lips colder than ice. His teeth grazed hard tip, golden eyes staring back at her in hidden victory. His tongue felt like sickly as it oozed over her, everything was beginning to seem so wrong, his touch felt like damnation. Fear began to swallow her lust, turning her own body against her. He stirred inside of her, pushing farther, harder. Her eyes clenched tight against it. How could something feel so right but be so wrong?
"Body of mine." His voice was torn, monstrous. Her eyes snapped open in realization, finding his perfect body shifting. His flesh looking decomposed, like dried husks of skin melting into warm flesh. Her heart froze in her chest, realizing exactly why this seemed so wrong. This man was Imhotep…
Eve's lungs cried for air, taking it in greedily. Her body was panting heavily as she took a shaken look around her camp sight. The desert sand blew a whisper against her skin, hushing her fears back into the world of dreaming. A part of her worried that it was him who danced against her skin on the wind's breeze, who molded in the sand beneath her…that it was him who wandered into her dreams. "Oh, Eve… dead men can not harm you. Don't be fool hearty." Evelyn let a sigh escape her, fingers scraping through her thick brown curls. She knew she must have sounded like a crazed bystander talking to herself like that, but it did make her feel secure. She rose to her feet, stepping out of the carefully laid blanket so her toes could sink into the warm night sand. She flexed each toe, digging them into the grains around her and instantly she felt relieved. Egypt was in her blood. To her the sand and the ruins of this ancient culture was the home she looked forward going back to every day and night. She stretched her arms out toward the night sky, reaching for the stars themselves. A smile stretched across her face as she found herself lost in the wave of beauty above her. The sand beneath her feet, the desert moon shining down on her, she felt like her heart was soaring. She was home here.
Her feet drifted further. She was following the unknown path before her, feet taking her places only the god's knew. She breathed in a happy sigh. To have lived in a time where the god's were powerful beings who roamed the earth had to be striking. She couldn't even imagine seeing a great being bestowing their powers on a human; condemning them to a priest or priestess. It must have been beautiful. To feel the magic flow through your body, such control beneath your fingertips. Her mind wandered to Imhotep, wondering what it was like for him. Had the process been painful, overpowering, and breathtaking in its own sense?
Her feet stopped beneath her. Eyes opening to watch the rolling hills push into the wind. Images of her promiscuous nighttime fantasy flashed through her mind, her cheeks heating up at the thought. The dreams were haunting, alluring… and extremely embarrassing. There was a tingle pooling deep within her stomach, rushing chills down her spine. Quickly she taped her palms against her cheeks, trying to push the dream back. "Enough of that nonsense Evelyn. Free that from your mind this instant!" She sighed. She was scolding herself for being so tempted, to think she had been lured into such a dream. "Oh, this is even worse than O'Connell." She sunk into the sand, body lying flat back to gaze forward at the sky.
"What's even worse than me?" Eve let out a started yelp as the man loomed over her.
"O'Connell!" her hand swooped of her flickering heart, trying to still it. "You scared the dickens out of me!"
"Maybe, just maybe," He leaned down, balancing all his weight on the ball of his feet; a smile dancing on his handsome face. He had humor in his eyes and such gentleness to his expression." If you hadn't wandered off from the camp then I wouldn't have spooked you." His finger's fell sweetly against her cheek, just barely brushing her pail skin. There was a chuckle that escaped him when her body set itself aflame. By god, how was that she always got so flustered around men?
"I only needed to stretch my legs."
"Well this stretch of yours is taking you into into the tomb of Hamunaptra." Eve felt a huff of bitterness swell inside of her lungs, her eyes sinking into a heated glare. "Don't give me that look Eve. There is no way in hell that your wandering those ruins alone after the last incident."
"It was only a book." She hissed out.
"Oh right; a book that woke up an immortal creature along with the seven plagues of Egypt." Rick O'Connell scoffed down at her stubbornness. Her arms crossed over her breast, sending a daring glare his way. "You are going no were near those ruins without someone watching you." She shoved the palm of her hands into his knee caps that hovered just above her shoulders, throwing him off balance. His body fell back into the comforting sand behind him, pushing him into a childish laugher. Evelyn rolled onto her knees before crawling over him.
"Are you laughing at me Rick?" her long curls hung over her shoulder blades, drifting against his chest. The smile on his lips was contagious; she had to force herself not to return it. She leaned closer; she felt to need to be in someone's arms, especially after that dream. Her body was against his, lips mere inches from lips.
"If I said yes, would you still kiss me?" She finally gave into the smile. The wind seemed to pick up, twisting the sand through her mess of curls. Her fingers dragged against his cheek, her eyes entangling in his. She hesitated to move forward. Their breathing falling in flow to the howl of the wind, heart's thumping deeper. Her smile grew. This man saved her life from Imhotep, who intended to sacrifice her for the soul for another woman. This man who she had come to love would always be there for her, always save her. Her teeth fell to gnaw at her bottom lip at a single thought. She would always want him in her life.
"No." Her lips just grazed his at the word, leaving such a shock at her reply. She pushed from his form quickly, rushing forward into the homely ruins in the sand. She let a giggle escape her, his expression was priceless. She ran, feet completely bare, into the stone ruins. No hesitation, so regrets. She ran like her life depended on it. Behind her she could hear him screaming at her about how dangerous the ruins could be. She knew. She would never forget… but this was her home. She rushed around the ancient stone halls, her unknown conscience guiding her way. She felt free here, like she could belong here while anywhere else she could not.
Her mind clouded at the thought of her love. How could she love him when she had such dreams plaguing her mind… how was that right? There was a part of her that wanted to cry. Deep down, she felt guilty for Rick. She may not be engaged to the man or anything of the sort, but she did love him. Then before she could even realise the situation, her mind was always falling to Imhotep. That's when the dreams began. Never before had she had such an intimate dream, tonight being the first. Normally the dreams had involved life in ancient Egypt, the life of a princess who watched Imhotep from afar. She knew of his secret romance between her father's concubine and himself. She could never inform her father of the incident. In the young woman's eyes the priest had been a good man, corrupted by Anck-Su-Namun. Evelyn couldn't comprehend why the dreams felt so real, but they were beginning to make her wonder. She could never push the thought from her mind, it was always there… lingering.
"Evelyn!" Rick's voice boomed in the distance.
Something began to bitterly catch in her throat, teeth digging deeper into her lip, tempted to taste liquid metal beneath her flesh. Her feet clapped the stones beneath her as she turned another corner. She stopped short, throwing her back into the walls. Tears bit at her eyes when she gazed up through the dark corridor, using the black ceiling as a distraction for the unwanted tears. She didn't want them, these feelings weren't hers. She loved Rick…
She caught herself on the poor choice of words. She loved Rick...
"Evelyn, where are you?" He was growing distant, obviously going the wrong way. She leaned forward before lightly taping the crown of her head against the stone. It wasn't right. She shouldn't feel so at home in a place that had such dreadful memories. He sounded so worried, so disturbed that she could be hurt. She let a bitter laugh fill her. He couldn't comprehend how hurt she was, and it was something that she could not fix. There was no turning back.
"Oh Eve…" She curled into her thoughts. Her body dragged, leg's falling limp beneath her. Her hair bunched up around her face as she slowly fell to her knees, nothing but the wall to support her weight. Her heart was heavy. She did not want to go through this; she wanted the dreams to end. She did not want to feel anymore, in fact, she could sincerely say she wanted never to feel love or lust ever again in her life. She could do without it. She was fine with love being that mystery emotion she only read about in a good book, she was fine with Egypt being her only 'true' love. Stubbornly she shut her eyes against her forbidden tears.
She listened as the desert winds pushed through the temple's ruins, as it danced in the gains of sand. Somewhere in the distance the moon light shined, lighting the endless tunnels through the uncharted cracks and broken walls. She took in the sight of the carefully carved marble, the detailed sculpting. It was beauty in raw detail. There was a time when these walls were decorated in beautiful paints, in gold and colors of the royal house. Lost to the sands of time, fading like an idea people are too frightened to accomplish. Forgotten and undermined…. Like the lives that had been lost here. No one knew their story, no one knew their names. One person's life was nothing more but a whisper in the wind in times like this. No one would be remembered when they leave this earth, No one who mattered. In the end they were all forgotten souls. Eve gaze down the corridor, watching the walls light up in glittering gold, fire striking the walls. In her mind it was like this, in her dreams she walked the beauty of these walls every night. People shuffled down the halls, servants cleaning, guards on watch, priests and priestesses on their way to the temples. There were children, women and men, all forgotten because they had no impotence in their everyday lives. They happily smiled down at her with a bow of their heads, addressing her kindly in her hallucination. It was like they were there… that these were her people and they had been forgotten. The feeling in her heart was pungent. Her eyes followed them was the trotted off into the distant. She listened to the sound of them, the hush mummer of their voices, the deep pat of bare skin against the stone. She unconsciously smiled; there was a part of them still in these old walls. She could still feel them. There was a pair of traveling toes that rang higher than the others; the oncoming people even regarded this person in high respect. She refused to look behind her, so scared that her people may disappear if she did. This person paused behind her, taking in her position with studying eyes, roaming her body in pure wonderment.
Considered how she was rested against the painted wall, like she was giving up a personal fight. To be frank she was, and maybe this person could see it in her. The pain and her need… Her loss. She breathed in deeply; drinking in the air like her throat thirsted for it. She wanted to be left were she was, lying in the bliss of an oases dream. There was a sting of tears again; she desperately looked around them, forcing the burdening salt water past her lids. They dragged against her cream cheeks, delicate drops lingering to soak into the skin. She let them be, these tears where for them. The silent souls lost beneath the desert. There was a shuffle of cloth against skin, of feet sliding on stone. Then there was a presence behind her, so warm, so inviting. Then there was a hand brushing gently against her shoulder, fingers cupping her chin forcing her to look their way. His hands were large, fingers course like they have been worked hard, but they were gentle. Golden eyes were taking in the tears, the empty soul in her eyes. His skin was tan, his clothing died with purest of gold. There were no impurities on his skin, no scars, and no marks. He was one of the chosen by the gods, pure and powerful. He thumbed the tears from her face, wonder perking interest in his golden gaze. "Why do you weep?" His voice so crisp to her ears, it was haunting in its own way. The voice tangled around her like vines growing around her heart. It snagged at thorns, thumping past the tight knots. Her eyes soaked in his every detail, every feeling her heart had to give. Then those thorns dug deeper. This man was not Rick. This man made her feel things she thought she could not. She did not want to feel. Her mind screamed to be left lying in her self-pity as the ancient Egyptian man studied her cautiously. "I would not leave you here, Princess." The depth of this forgotten langue surged through her. He could see past her thoughts; either it was the magic, the gods or just her plain inability to hide emotion… but her saw her.
"Why not?" She smiled carelessly, angry at him, at O'Connell… at her own useless emotions. "Life is so feeble, so easily forgotten. You do not care for me priest; I know whose soul has captivated your own. Leave my lost soul be." She leaned her chin from his reach. She was bitter, empty and a puppet to her own emotions. She had forgotten whether this had been a dream or not, but she had fallen prey to its clutches. Her breath was slowing through the pain, trying to push past the tight grips in her heart. A tongue stretched out against her chapped lips, like it could solve the anxiety in her heart. There was shock in his eyes when she looked back at him. He had not expected her to know, how could he have? She watched as he examined their surroundings, frightened on who may hear her words. "Be still, none but I know. None but I will ever know." The words were an angelic sigh on her lips.
"There is a great love in this world, one that can never be broken. The god's even envy this, for they can never endure such emotions." She could not stop the murderous chuckle bubble in her chest, puffing out past the bitter smile on her lips. He sounded so tender, his choice of words so select and deliberate.
"I envy her."
"You wished to be loved, princess?"
Her smile fell. "I would never ask for such a thing. I do not believe in love and I no longer wish for such emotions."
"Then why weep." His eyes were serious, blank to any other emotion. This was normal gaze for him, a master at hiding how he felt. If only she had been so lucky. He loved so deeply, and it could be locked away in mere moments. His soul understood.
"My soul refuses to forget." His body hovered closer, his body heat colliding with her own. She watched him intently. His hands dug into her tangle strands, clasping her head from either side, refusing her the ability to move away. His eyes danced with hers, the deep sea green mixing into honey gold. Slowly his eyes gave, closing as he leaned forward. His forehead bowed into her's, lingering only to prove how much the emotion plagued her. There was that familiar bite of salt, the blades in her throat. "Leave me be."
"No." She pulled back, despising the distance.
"Leave me be Imhotep!" She lashed out at him, her voice cracked from the dry clump in her throat. Raw from emotions, she pushed her palms against his chest. Her touch was light, doing nothing more but pleading for release. "Leave my soul be..."
"Remember who you are." She was shaken by his words; they dug deep into her mind, wiping it clear of any other thoughts. She had nothing to remember. An empty heart, a broken soul and people she had watched suffer. There was nothing she wished to remember, for her heart broke for her people. "Royalty does not weep for their lowers." Of course he saw through her, reading her like an open book. He knew behind the tears part of cried for them. She smiled.
"I am not my father; I do not look down on my people. We are all forgotten on life's road. In my eyes, they are no different than I."
"You are too pure of soul."
"You are too naïve against Anck-Su-Namun." She gazed into his honey eyes, watching the distrust dangle past them. "She will swallow your soul whole, and then she will find another." The distrust quickly swirled into blind rage. He stood, hands dropping from her face. He wouldn't even look at her after she spoke those words. He stared blankly ahead, bitter at her actions. "To her, you are no different from my father." His defined muscles tightened beneath his skin. He stalked off without another word, the velocity of his march pushing a slight breeze against her skin. She listened to his footstep echoing into the oblivion. Each step the faces and colors of beauty would fade, begin to fade through time. Her heart sank as their happy faces dissipated. Then it was all that was left was the sand and the darkness of the night. Slowly she looked behind her, half expecting him to still be walking down the sandy hall; instead she was greeted by the howl of the wind.
She stumbled into a stand, following the long gone trail of his footsteps. Her digits traced the carved walls discreetly. She found herself lost in his footsteps, following behind loosely in markings that disappeared thousands of years before her time. Her body limped down the corridor, down the broken tunnel to the temple floors. The center of the room laid a black pool, bubbling beneath the surface where the broken souls. Calling out to her; screaming at her to drown her sorrows in their black abyss. Her feet shuffled to the water's edge, staring down at it blankly. "She used you, Priest…" She crumbled to her knees, fingers lacing through the black liquid. "How lost has your soul become?"
"Not as lost as yours, Princess." The blackness called back.