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The rest of her evening rolled by like an unfathomable crisis. Heavy breath seeping from her chest, mind blank. Empty. Everything seemed so... empty. She was stuck in this time frame, never to return. Jonathan will never be her family. Rick. Oh, Rick. Would he have been hanged without her presence? She paused barley noticing the souls passing by with worried glances. She had wandered off from her hand maidens, hardly waited for their return to her bathing quarters. Eve no longer existed, and if the priest had his way, she never would. Her throat dried, bitter tears sinking their angry teeth into her veins. Her eyes carved into the stone floor. Lost. So lost. Her breathing heaved, sucking in a heart broken sob. She knew nothing of this life, while knew almost everything about it's time. She had loved it, felt at home within the memories that drifted from the pages of a book. This was not a book. This was no longer simple memories tickling her mind from afar. This was someone's life; her life. At lest it was once. A very long time ago. No. Her mind numbed. It is now.
She turned, mind surging. A hallow need for air cutting deep into her conscience mind. She pushed past many, so many that their faces began to blur. She did not know whether it was the salt slipping from her eyelids or simply her mind becoming a smudge within its own existence. She fallowed her feet. The brush of hot air smothering against her hurt lungs. The running itself exhausting. She slowed when her body came crashing into a balcony. High it stood above the thrown room, mesmerized with gold. Sweat trickled down her brow, mingling with clear tears. She bowed to the balcony, legs giving under its support. She clung to its stone, finding comfort in its cold temperatures. It had strength where she had none. Her thin finger wrapped around its pillars, body huddled into its wall. She cried silently into its wordless wisdom. Her soundless warrior that would come to stand in this very place, on guard, for thousands of years.
Her ears buzzed with commotion from below. She had yet to make any sense of the sound. This was her crime and punishment. Endless pain. Slowly she opened her eyes when muffled commotion became loud and angry words. Her large watery eyes blinked past the blur, making out two fingers. One smaller figure pushing at the other. She sniffed back, trying to calm her heaving breath. Voices becoming clearer.
"You cannot" A female. Her voice was harsh with emotion. Anger. Sadness. "I will not allow it."
"This is unacceptable behavior. He is your husband, and I am his Priest." The man returned. His voice was calm, but behind the words was denial. It could be heard, and if she ever got her vision to cooperate she was certain it could also be seen. Wait. She squinted harder. Priest? "Never again shall this happen." Her heart sank. Imhotep. He had said that he too had to make amends. To never kill the pharaoh. She had hardly thought he would take it to this extent.
"No!" She shoved at him. Her golden pain smearing against his own metallic flesh. He hissed. Someone would know she had touched another, her paint as evidence. She did not hold back. She pulled him in, hungry. Her lips melded with his own in a singular moment of love. Their bodies molding together in a sheer perfect union. Eve bit her lip hard. Something at the back of her mind slammed against it chains, calling forth the memory. This memory. Sitting here in silent awe at their love. This, yes this very moment, is when she first discovered their romance.
She never told anyone. Held onto their secret. For what?
She forced herself back to the situation below. He had pulled away. Such pain on his beautiful face. "Do not tempt me, woman." This did not stop her. His heart was a demanding woman, someone who took what she pleased. Her nimble fingers sunk into his robes. Pulling the fabric further from his skin than it already was. Exposing that toned flesh below. She kissed at the naked skin, staring with his chest. Then his thick shoulders. She continued up his neck; pausing at his chin. Watching the struggle in his honey orbs. Their stared at one and other for what seemed ages. Spark tingling the air around them. He gave in; just as they all knew he would. Those heavy walls he created tumbled at her touch. Her corrosive fingers. He cupped her cheek, pulling her through. This was his small crime. This is what he tried so hard to prevent. To give up this strong bond of love. How horrid. Tragedy is why she did not speak of these lost nights. Nefertiri, or Eve in this case, had left this secret not only because of her love for him, but also because their strong love was doomed. Simplistic pity.
Silently she watched with a heavy heart as he lifted this woman into his arms. Skin smearing the beautiful paint that decorated her skin. Someone will notice, her mind pitched. His hands slipped down her skin. Their colors merging. It dawned on her then. Protection, it was the only way they never got caught. They had be given someone's loyalty. Her loyalty. Eve's eyes shut as Imhotep slipped into his heart, bodies thrusting. Her voice calling in sweet harmony. Something dark bubbled forth at each sound that dreadful woman made. It was clear that she was using both of them; the Pharaoh for power and The priest for escape. Had eve not been protecting them would they have been discovered? Perhaps, Eve was the only reason they did not get caught. Was she the reason her own Father had died?
How many times did she wander here, watch their endless passion bloom? How long before the love in her heart became a bitter reminder that she could never have such love? How long before sweet Nefitiri had acted out in her endless suffering? She pushed herself away from the banister. Her own betrayal plaguing her mind. She really had been the cause of all this. Her suffering could not possibly end, not after all the commotion she had set into motion. Numb limbs put the distance between the scene below and herself, only coming to a stop when she had backed herself into a wall. Her breathing stilled.
Was she to change this outcome?
Her damn black strands stuck to the stone behind though her head shifted to on coming footsteps. God's, her mind bumbled, it all seemed familiar yet unseen. Her mind obviously believed this moment to be important, unforgettable. Why? She glared into the distance. Foot steps, wait. Her heart trembled. No, it could not be. She instantly pushed herself from her perch, her feet almost racing to meet with the mysterious other. On instinct the princess rounded the corner; startling not only herself but also the other who had been approaching. A fluttering hand reached to her heart, large red stained eyes searching the man's face. Something about him was an exact reminder of her father who passed away. Not in looks but rather in the way of his presence. A father, spectacular and amazing in his own way. His ever essence eased itself from something marvelous. He watched her with concern, then stretched out a hand to brush at her cheeks.
"Daughter;" Oh sweet heaven's, no wonder she felt this way about him. "Why do you weep?" She stilled then, unsure of what to say. She felt as if she was drowning, lost in the abyss of her own misery, and from this she wept from the very loss she had come to experienced. Nothing this poor man could understand. Momentarily she recalled why she ran here; Imhotep and her father's 'wife' were currently sullying the thrown room. With suspicions correct there was no way she could allow him to go there. Her eyes darted about the room, thinking of excuses. What to say... what to say. She paused. The truth?
"I have seen something that I cannot unsee." Her voice trailed, stomach twisting in dislike. She sank teeth into her wondering tongue trying to still the blabber. Slowly his hand fell to her shoulders, rubbing a sweet comfort into her bones.
"You can confide in me child. Do not be afraid." A smile breached his lips, making her heart squeeze. These words would steal the very smile from his face. Some reason that bother her greatly. She may not know his personally but something sparked a spiritual remembrance. She could not bear to see his pain. No. If she kept this to herself then it will result in his death. Their deaths. Her eyes squeezed shut.
"Father... Im-" Suddenly she choked on her words, blood sputtering from her damaged lungs. She had ran to much, to hard. Well, she sneered, that was certainly unfortunate. Her father clutched to her convulsing form tightly, wrapping protective arms around his one and only child.
"Send for the doctors, and fetch the priest!" He barked. The guards listened, rushing off before his sentence of even finished. It was then he slowly sat their body's to the floor. Rocking her loosely in his arms. "Shhhhh." He cooed. "All is right, you will survive my sweet child." She leaned into him, lungs burning but she tried to still herself enough to enjoy the fatherly comfort she had lost long ago. He placed a small kiss above her brow, sighing sadly into her hair. "You will always survive." She knew his words were more so a comfort to the pharaoh himself rather than she. She did not care. The words where still a comfort to her own thundering heart. He was right of course. She would always continue on, for she had already left this world once, then returned to fix the previous damage. One great cycle. Never ending. Surviving, yet never truly living. All this, because of one man and the horrible decisions that fallowed. Her world torn and disordered. In all honesty she couldn't understand how things could possibly get worse.
She heaved, lungs wide spread of liquid. It felt absolutely horrifying, like drowning in a waterless sea. Clawing for a surface when non existed. Bear the pain and continue on. Her large eyes squeezed tight, stifling a cough into her father's robes. A tremor plagued the skin, cooling her flesh to the very core. It truly was like laying at the bed of a cold water lake, watching the light glimmer off the wave's above. So helpless to enviable end that pulsated into her burning veins. Her vocal clenched at the sour tang of blood trickling down.
Eve could not help but bit down a bitter laugh. Even if she had wished to, she could not expose the dirty secret. Perhaps it was not her place, and the 'gods' made sure she understood there was a bigger picture to behold. She could only temper with her own fate, while Imhotep had control of his. Their had to fix their own wrongs. Rewrite the path their feet had once tread then create anew. She shifted at the sound of rushing feet, eyes coming to rest upon the wave of frantic woman and men. In their group only two remained calm. She scowled at one, his golden skin hiding the shimmer of metallic paint. His honey eyes heavy, slightly unfocused. All the commotion outside the throne room must have broken up their gathering. She could not help but notice the bitter pool building in her chest; just the very idea made her sour. She did not like what Imhotep and his heart had done, that he had given in so quickly.
"I must insist we take the princess to her quarters," His voice crept into her drums like a song. She practically sighed at their sound. Oh, how she wanted to smack her head against the nearest wall. These thoughts of hers were getting rather lucid. Perhaps it was due to the blood loss?
"I can not agree more; please sire." She noted the gentleman coming to kneel at the pharaoh's side. Must be the doctor. "She must be moved." She took in the man's appearance with displeasure. He was a tall, thin creature. No way he could carry her on his own, for there was hardly a muscle on the man. It was not until the Egyptian king nodded that Imhotep had moved into place. Her heart sank, watching as his arms slipped under her, one beneath the curved of her knees and the under her arm. It reminded her of newly married couples and that thought alone was unsettling. She sucked a lip between her teeth when he lifted her from the floor and continued to move her from this horrid place. She managed to unstiffen her limbs, slowly settling into his touch. Face leaned into his broad chest. Beneath the slick feel of sweat and paint was the thundering if his heart. A sigh bubbled from her lungs, darkness sinking into the numbing of her soul. This was enough. It really was. No matter what she felt, no matter what her past made her feel, moments like this satisfied the urge to snap. It was true that she could never give up these feelings, but for now this put her heart into ease. Without another moment to pass she closed her eyes. She could feel his very essence sink around her, dragging her into a empty sleep.
And for now... it quelled her thirst.
Marianamr:
I am sorry! It took me sooooo long. Bah, horrible lady I am. Thank you again dear for sticking with me, I know it is hard. I am glad you liked my little twist. I personally had yet to see a story where the past and present intertwines so when I decided on making one I just could not help myself. To go back and fix the wrongs they committed. It was to good of an idea to throw away. It creates this bond between the two, yet it's forbidden; sweeter. Possibly more tempting... but for whom? :P
Angelic Snowdrop-
Why thank you dear! I certainly try my hardest; though I lack skills in the grammar section of writing. I get by though. Yes, Nefertiri was a big project for me. I really wanted her to match Eve while having that steak of strength Eve had yet to gain. Nefertiri spent her time watching from afar, watching a love bloom that she could never have. She bared these feelings until it was no longer love she wanted. Love had become bitter and burned into an unbearable lust that she could no longer ignore. Emotions is what makes us human, and it's irrationality is hard to comprehend. It why I try to put so much feeling into my writing, I really want my readers to understand how their minds and body's work. Become one with the one being portrayed. I am unsure if I have achieved that yet but I certainly try. :)
saddlebrat-
Yay for twists! Hehe, defiantly keep you in your seat do they not? Hope you like the new chapter.
the dark euphie-
Ooooo, but that's the best part my dear! Who's going to be the one to crumble under the pressure. Eve herself is contempt for now, and Imhotep seems quite busy himself, but that does not mean that one of them may not cave in. I personally cant wait to write that chapter, hehe
KingSquatch-
Thank you, it is a honor to know you like my story line. I hope it keeps you interested along the way! Till next time.