silly old me left EVERYTHING in B.C and since I had nothing I had to start this chapter aaaaaaaaall over again.

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She stared wide eyed at the museum door, wondering exactly why they came to be here. She tossed worried eyes at the man behind her, watching as the never ending angry expressing taint his handsome face. He snatched her tiny wrist into his hands, dragging her behind his heavy steps. She stumbled up those horrid stone steps, her bare feet screaming at every stone she happened upon. His honey eyes flashed back at her momentarily, watching as she struggled up those feeble steps. She bit back a snarl. She wanted nothing more than to scream at him, not that it would help her cause. "How do you expect to enter, the museum is closed." Her words were harsh. Though he had not bothered to listen; Nor did he bother to stop as the approached. His voice trembled the ground under them, then within a swipe of his hand the doors had moved themselves out of his way. Her stomach dropped. Nothing was going to stop him. They entered the great halls, wall towering high above them. Butterflies tumbled in her abdominal, squeezing her heart strings. This place was familiar. How many days had she wandered these halls as a child? She would curl herself in the Egyptian section, puzzle herself over trivial questions. Such determination. Then all lurched into her throat as he yanked her forward. Unprepared. First she thought she would meet the floor face first, but instead his arms caught around her waist. He stopped her from falling, rather embarrassingly she might add, to the marble ground.

"There is an item I seek." His sound traveled down her skin like a shiver. She trembled hotly beneath it's feel. Her cheek flared red; what ever has happened to her? She screech inwardly at herself. This was not at all a normal behaviour of hers. Then she paused finally understanding what he had asked of her. Item?

"The book of the dead is not in these halls." He does not flinch but in his eyes was a spark; one she was positive she has ignited.

"I do not seek the book." Her head cocked to the side, one brow raised. "I seek an amulet, or perhaps a dagger. Within the item should stand a precious red gem."

She racked her mind for any amulets with precious red gems. She did not recall one, though there was a dagger that once belonged to a great priest. She remembered seeing it as a child, how it glittered. As she got older she had taught herself how to read the hieroglyphs on its hilt. It was a scared item, used in rituals involving the legendary book of the living. How she loved the mystery behind that book. The book of Amen-Ra; otherwise known as the book of the living, was said to be pure gold. The day they found it under the statue of Horus was certainly remarkable. She watched him momentarily trying to piece together the need for this item. Her mind throbbed from the day's events, mentally scowling for pushing her through such detailed questions. "What need do you have for this item."

He did not answer, simply he clapped her jaw into his strong grip, pulling her face towards his own. "The item, princess."

"I-it is that way. The dagger you seek is incrusted with jewels and in its center lies a large red diamond." Her voice stuttered under his burning honey eyes. Liquid fire. He turned abruptly, grip switching from chin to her tiny wrists. She stumbled awkwardly behind him, watching each beautifully placed glass box pass. They entered the Egyptian section and her eyes light up. It was like finding a piece of your history after years of searching. He took his time, stealing quick glances at each decorated box. She questioned his intent; what use would he get of a bejeweled dagger?

Unless he was planning to killing her at least, or maybe it held magical qualities that they never discovered. Perhaps it had more purpose in those rituals than just being being a sacrificial dagger. She paused, pulling both of them into an abrupt stop when her eyes caught its glimmer in the distance. She pointed to its location before her mind processed the idea. "There." She whispered. The red velvet was a distraction to the beauty of the golden hilt, it's blade carved from bone. It's casing and it's body sat distant from the other so you may gaze upon each detail. The intricate design. At the base of the hilt sat the red gem. It was a rare stone set as a emblem of power. He turned towards the large case and continued to its location. His fingers traced the delicate outline of the glass, scanning the gem below. "Is this what you seek?" His golden eyes caught her own, then returned to the glass. There came a strange heat, brushing against her back. She glanced momentarily in its direction, as if trying to steel a glance at the wind itself. She followed its feel until her eyes met the glass before them. It was like watching water pass through his fingers as he reached down, fingers locking together with all the blades pieces. It shined under his grip, and the gem glowed with remembrance. He began with slowly muffled words; words that became a haunting echo in her ears. Her skin prickled under the weight of its tones, raining down upon her body like weighs. She stumbled under its wake, falling to her knees with hands ready to catch herself. Her head throbbed as each word passed his lips. She brought a shaking palm to her temple, screaming soundlessly into the air around her. Brows creased together, forming terrible lines. The world was a wave around her, swimming in the pain that fallowed. She tried to find him within this storm, her constant nightmare. His outline only formed, a think darkness that swung in her direction. She reached for him, fingers tingling against the fabric of his cloak. There was a sense of fear forming in her guts, whatever he was speaking was directly influencing her. Helplessly she tried to bat him away with the one hand, while the other became her only support. He quickly snatched her hand away and she crumpled under his grip. "Please..." Her voice was crippled, dry and bleeding. She hardly heard herself. She could feel him drop to his knees before her, holding her one hand far from his view. The last verse rocked her body, tossing a hot nausea into her system. Then it was a white pain, a slick heat in her chest. She had fallen into his embrace, forehead to shoulder with a numbing wheeze. Slowly he released her hand, allowing accesses to feel the wound. Pins and needles had taken ahold of her limbs, making touch seem useless. It was only pain that could be fallowed. She groaned into his body. Her shaking hands closed around his, feeling as that very dagger was slowly pulled from her broken heart. Blood spilt from her lungs, painting his golden skin into a red canvas.

"All will be set right." Weakly she pushed at him, unwilling to die in his hateful arms. No matter how her dreams had twisted her mind she would not die for him. He pulled her in tight, diminishing her feeble attempt to escape. "Enough." The darkness twisted around her, breath and unattainable force. She could feel the fingers of death tangle around her body, pulling under the black waters. Then the night had overcome her senses. All had become empty, endless.

Her mind wandered. She had lost everything. She did not even know if her dear brother or O'connol survived the ordeal. It was all her fault, she rushed into those ruins so naively. As she lied there in that wild abyss the air became sweeter. She huffed it in greedily, wanting nothing more then to taste it's lovely oxygen. Her chest heaved upwards, soaking her lungs with the nectar of life. Her eyes fluttered open feeling the heat of the morning sun upon her skin. She was alive? She blinked hard, figures forming all around her. She instantly felt relieved, her sight returning. The voices with thick blurs tracing through the fog.

"Princess, you return to us." The woman's voice was timid and frail. She spoke with familiarity, which certainly confused Eve. She did not know the owner of this voice. She sneezed her eyes together, trying to form a face through the blur. "Thank the gods." The gods? She hummed. She wasn't dead yet, but It was clear she was in another dream. A delusion even. She curled into the woman's small touch, trying to bring herself from this groggy haze. The older servant, brushed a soothing hand across Eve's sweaty forehead and sighed. "The fever still resides in your heart."

"Wha-What happened?" Her voice was harsh. The dryness of her throat was like swallowing a blade, so painful that it made her body lurch with the need to gag.

"Do you truly not recall?" She slowly shook her clouded mind, pulling a frown from the servants face. "The boat had tipped into the river. You managed to pull yourself to land when a crocodile of all monstrosities had attacked you there on the shore. The priests say you sustained minor injuries." Eve's vision lightened, she could see the small smile brightening the woman's features. "It was a small wound, it's evil spirit possessed you for a short time."

Evelyn scrunched her brows together roughly. She did not remember this dream. Most came together like a story. This was completely unrelated. If she remembered correctly this 'evil spirt' was an infection probably inflicted by the crocodile. The crocodile was know as 'the devourer of the dead' and when infection took most wounds the priest would rely on magic and herbs to repel the possessive evil. She exhaled heavily. Her dream self was lucky to even be alive. "How is it I survived with such little damage?"

"Oh, princess, the people say it was the goddess herself who reached out and saved your life."The older woman lifted a cool linen cloth to the princess's head, delicately dabbing the strands of fever away. "She who protects the pharaoh's and nurses children." Eve smiled in return. This woman had obvious been at her side for a very long time. As a handmaiden she would see to cleanliness, make-up and daily dressing. It was reasonable to believe that she had been the head handmaiden since the princess was young. She had a sense a beauty to her, though her skin had been completely hairless. Since Evelyn was unable to move there was no reason to ready themselves. The lack of make-up and wig did not demolish the beauty behind. She was very dark skinned, with a refreshing gold hue when the sun touched her flesh. Her chocolate eyes sparkled green in the light. She was in her early thirties; which was old for most Egyptians since it was rare for most to see past 40.

Something Evelyn found enthralling in her studies was the fact Egyptians completely rid their entire bodies of hair. Naked head to toe. Hair was thought to be uncomfortable, specially under the heat so it was very reasonable to rid oneself of the agony. It was, in fact, essential hygiene to wax this hair from the body. She shivered at the thought. She heard of ladies in London trying this method and how agonizing it was. New trends. It sounded rather pompous to her, but she could understand they believed it was hygienic. Curiously she brush her fingers over her own arms, only to find the smooth baron skin below. It's soft texture extremely irregular for her own flesh. Though she recalled possessing all her own hair. Long beautiful black stands that lay atop her head. She sucked in an unsteady breath, catching the sweet oils that laced her body. Intoxicating. The she paused on the salty tang that fallowed. She had been sweating heavily, and the oder was horrid. She looked up at the woman sitting aside from her, trying to understand why she was unsure what to say. Which was defiantly odd, in these dreams she would never have to think about these things. It always just came to her. "I would like to bathe."

"Oh course your highness." The woman bowed her head quickly before yelling into the distance. A small horde of woman flocked to her side, a mixture of young to old. They bowed low in respect the helped the struggling Eve to a stand. They prodded her with questions, bickering like the women they are about the details. She ignored the most of them, answered as little as she could. She could feel the pain from the blade in her heart, the exact thing that brought on this delusion. She smiled at the lusciously painted walls, recognizing each corner, every hall. The woman around her giggled. She smiled softly in return taking each face around her. All of them were unfamiliar, it was a sad truth but most if her dreams involved.

Her mind froze. It was strange that she had yet to see him. She always saw him in these dreams. As they passed her father quarters she gave a quick glance inside, almost expecting to see him. She was not disappointed. There he stood just beyond the door, golden as the walls around him. Their eyes found each other. An unsaid conversation of questions. He looked away right after, returning her father's stern gaze. Then the doorway had cut of her line of vision, forcing her to return to the task at hand.

It was a longer trip then needed because of her week limbs, but they got there none the less. She let them prepare the water for her body. Dosing the water with expensive oils and beautiful flower petals. She smiled at the excellent and very grand bath the women had prepaid for her. They only stayed long enough to help her hurt limps into the water, then left to give her privacy. She decided they where lovely people. They deserved her respect. She sunk into the water until her nose was just above the surface, then finally allowed herself to relax. Her fingers traced between her breast, then fallowed the mound upwards. There she felt the small crease of her wound. It was bubbled around the edges, raw. She imagined the wound felt different then what a crisp blade would have made. Though it's placement was frighteningly similar. She scowled at the reflection of eyes staring back her. They were swollen and puffy from fever, her skin sticky. She dunked herself completely under, momentarily becoming one with the water. It soaked into her being, refreshing wave of new beginnings. Though, she commented, there would be no new beginnings for her. If she recalled properly, she was dying; alone on that museum floor. She rushed to the surface, forcing herself into a full stand, head high towards the heavens, long black hair down her golden skin. She released her held breath, allowing it to loosely mingle back into the surrounding air. At least she felt at home in her last moments.

"Princess." The sound of his voice nearly made her choke on her own tongue. She sputtered, hands automatically reaching to cover her naked flesh. She turned finding his cool gaze dragging across her back. Then it paused on her breast, silently questioning the need to hide such minor details. It was nothing he had not already seen... Or maybe he had not. She was so unsure, of this timeline. "I am to expect you have a copious amounts of questions."

"T-this is certainly curious timing." She hugged her chest tighter, causing the mounds to perk higher towards her throat, the soft roundness reaching. He never missed a beet. Her cheeks flush realizing the absurdity of her actions.

"This required undivided attention." She nodded slowly, trying to understand he would want an empty room when discussing her bites.

"What saved me?" The word blurted from her mouth like an unstoppable force. Then she dug her teeth in hard, as if trying to show the damned things some obedience.

"The blade itself was magic; impossible to harm any of royal blood." Her brows scrunched together. Blade, not bites? What in the world was he speaking about. "Tell me, do you know what that stone was?"

Stone, blade? Gods, he was speaking about the museum, how was that possible? "N-no."

"In this era it was know as the Eye of Ra; the gem of healing and restoration." Her mind soared. This was not happening, certainly this was an delusion. "The sacrificial blade compensated for the crocodile fang, reversing the curse that intertwined our eternity."

"Restored..." She stumbled to a sit, eyes dancing against the waters edge. Restored time. His time... Their time? Surely that was not possible. Allusion? Dream? She was so unsure. "Are you saying that I; Evelyn, am from your era, that you somehow brought us back?"

"Indeed."

Silence cracked at the stone walls, screaming forever into their ears. Could they truly not have been dreams, but glances into the past? "So I am the daughter of a pharaoh, and I actually committed the great sin with you?" His eyes flashed, catching her in a sharp gaze.

"You know of the curse?" It was more of a statement then a question. He walked closer and it made her feel even more uncomfortable with this predicament.

"Dreams, certain... moments captured in the night. No detail on the situation or who I am." The worlds were a mutter of embarrassing syllables. She turned her eye sight as far away from him as they could get without turning her head.

"Intriguing, that the gods have allowed accesses to that pier knowledge. It is of no use now, the act had yet to be committed." She found his honey eyes instantly. It hasn't happened. They never Spent those passionate nights together, skin nesting in each other embrace under the hot moon. She paused. Yet, but both parties know, each remembered. She shivered. She was positive she remembered more than he. Utter bliss. "It never will. This second chance is the ability to redeem our souls from the sins we committed. I will never kill the pharaoh, you will never tempt me again. Do you understand."

She couldn't say she liked the idea at all. She was stuck here. No more brother, no more rick. if she remembered correctly they will still be there, only there would be no her. No little Eve on a great adventures. Soundlessly she nodded. She noted there was a galloping emptiness that began to dig into the pit of her abdominal. Already empty. Lost. A part of her, of the princess, already loved him.

"Good, Fair well Princess." His body swooped from the room, leaving her feeling cold despite the hot water in her bath.

Though he was far to distant to hear the sorrow in her words the young Eve bit out a single reply. "Fair well..."

A/N: Sorry its so short this time around, I tried my best.

Marianamr:

first i must start off with how sorry I am I couldn't make this chapter come sooner, I was a little lost amongst the mess , then to leave aaaall my work behind. I felt like banging my head against the walls. As to the comment I completely agree. dear who wouldn't purr in sexy man's arms? On I know i would. Haha. He started out in his decomposed body but when he kidnapped her it was her normal body. That is why ever had been frightened for her brother and Rick. thank you for the condolences, I was struggling with the passing but I feel much better now. Specially since I been poring myself into work. Haha. Till next time sweetie.

Deception-silverstreak-

Thank you, I try to made it as realistic as I can :) iI try to achieve a seance of oneness with the character, make them understand exactly what' she feels. Yes little did she know what exactly he was trying to achieve. Thank you for the support as to my grandparents, I understand that they were just words but it's the though that counts. :) Thank you. It really ment a lot.

saddlebrat-

Thank you for the support dear, it defiantly was a hard time to get through. my Grandmother made a complete recovery but Christmas and New Years was very difficult for her. I'm very glad you enjoyed the new chapter. I hope the new twisted in this one wasn't to much of a sock. :D till next time!