"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Amy asked as she and Klaus went out hunting at night. "I'm really new to this. What if I kill too many people and we get caught?"
"I don't think that will happen," Klaus assured her, taking her hand tight. "But if you're nervous, we can always slip out of town tomorrow."
"All right, good," Amy nodded. "Where would we go?"
Klaus thought a moment. "You know, Egypt seems like it's all the rage. Have you ever seen Egypt? Maybe we can go and find ourselves a mummy?"
"I don't know," Amy shrugged. "That seems a little scary for me. Going so far away from home." She then flinched as Klaus grabbed a man off a bench and exposed his neck to her. "Wanna take the first bite?" He asked.
"I don't know if I can," Amy told him.
Klaus shrugged, took the first bite himself, then offered the bleeding body to her. And this time, Amy pounced with ease.
She sucked greedily until the man was nearly empty and then dropped him to the ground in horror as her mind came back to her. "Oh, my god," she whispered as she threw herself into Klaus' arms, the man's blood still wet on her mouth. "Klaus, what have I done?"
"You've acted like a vampire," Klaus whispered against her ear as his arms came up around her and held her close. "I'm so proud of you."
"You shouldn't be proud!" Amy cried and stepped away from him. "You should be horrified that I did such a terrible thing!"
Klaus sighed, flashes of several memories popping up in his brain. Of him and Amy together, but in a place that he didn't recognize. Of them and three beautiful red-haired girls, of them hunting just like they were now, and Amy tackling the situation with gusto and then being horrified after.
"This is a common situation for you, isn't it?" Klaus asked. "Hunting and then being horrified that you did what you had to do to keep yourself alive?"
"I don't know how you could say that," Amy told him. "We discovered I was a vampire not too long ago. That doesn't mean you can say that certain behaviors of mine are long-term habits."
"I know, but I just…I had a vision of you and I and some beautiful red-haired girls," Klaus told her. "And something in those visions made me believe this isn't an uncommon situation for us. You know how Alistair's going on about all of us knowing each other in the future? What if it's true?"
"It better be," Amy said. "Because if you expect me to live with you and three other women, you're mistaken." She looked down at the man's body and winced, taking Klaus' hand. "Let's get out of here," she told him. "Before I lose my mind, kill someone else, and everything becomes a circus! In fact, let's head to Egypt just like you suggested. I would feel much safer thousands of miles away."
"Anything you say, my lady," Klaus smiled. "But first, before we make a run for it, there's something I need to do."
"And what's that," Amy asked as Klaus took her in his arms.
"This," Klaus replied. He deftly licked the blood off her mouth and then gave her a deep kiss. "All right," he told her after they pulled apart. "Let's go home and tell Astrid and Alistair about our plans to depart for Egypt as soon as possible."
"And we should ask if they want to come with us!" Amy suggested. "That would be nice."
"Of course I wouldn't go anywhere without Alistair," Klaus agreed. "And you probably need a ladies' maid to help you dress and all. There's no question they're coming with us."
"But surely they'll be allowed some leisure time as well," Amy said. "It won't be us making them do our bidding for the entire trip, right?"
"Of course not," Klaus shook his head. "If Alistair wants to do something with Astrid, he'll do it without any sort of prior approval from me. And I would bet the same could be said about Astrid, so don't you worry about them."
"Good," Amy smiled with satisfaction. "I'm glad I don't have to."
"So should we go and tell them now?" Klaus asked.
"Yes," Amy nodded and slipped her arm in his. "I really think we should."
"You want us to what?" Astrid asked in amazement at dinner.
"Amy and I were thinking of heading out to Egypt in a few days to see the sights and try and get ourselves a mummy," Klaus told her. "Would you and Alistair like to come with us?"
"It's all so sudden!" Astrid told them. "When did you decide to do this?"
"Just a few hours ago," Klaus replied lightly. "So would you like to come with us, or not?"
"Is this normal?" Astrid asked Alistair, shock still obvious in her voice. "To be living a normal, slow life one minute and then just decide ride off to exotic places like Egypt the next?"
"Around here, yes it is," Alistair told her. "I would love it if you came with us. I really think you would enjoy yourself."
"I suppose I would," Astrid nodded. "And I really wouldn't want to leave you alone." She smiled. "All right, I'll come with you. When do we leave?"
"This is so exciting!" Astrid said as she stood next to Alistair on the deck of the boat with Amy on her other side. "I've always wanted to see somewhere exotic. Egypt is perfect! All the history and the pyramids and the mummies!" She clasped her hands together. "Oh, I can't wait!" She turned to look at Alistair, who was reading a book. "What are you looking at?" She asked. "The view of the ocean is so much prettier!"
"I'm reading up on some of the things we're going to see," Alistair told her without looking up. "I would be careful about the mummies if I were you. You don't want to end up like the Phoenix."
"Who?" Astrid asked, looking at the book Alistair was reading now.
"He was a warlock who tried to steal antiquities," Alistair explained. "They locked his body in a pyramid and say that if it's taken out, really bad things will happen. Really bad things."
"You're making that up," Klaus smiled, taking the book from him. "I think I'll have a look myself."
"All right," Alistair sighed. "But don't say I didn't warn you."
Klaus read it over, muttering the words under his breath before putting the marker back where it was supposed to be and handing it back to his friend. "What do you know?" He said. "That's exactly what it says."
"You don't seem too concerned," Amy said. "Maybe you should be. I don't put much stock in curses, but it could always be the one time that you're not on your guard that something could go wrong."
"Yes," Astrid nodded. "In this case, I'd have to agree."
"I know you ladies are nervous," Klaus said easily as he put an arm around each of them. "But you don't need to be. Alistair and I are here to protect you."
"That's very kind," Astrid told him. "But you have no magic. How are you supposed to protect us from a dark magical force?"
"I can think of something," Klaus told her easily.
Astrid rolled her eyes and left the rail to go sit on a deck chair next to Alistair. "Please tell me you don't let him take charge of things very often where you're from," she said. "I don't see that ending well."
"Oh, I don't," Alistair assured her. "In fact, you, Amy, and I run his whole life."
"We do?" Astrid asked. "Well, that makes me feel so much better."
Just then they heard a noise in Alistair's stateroom, which was nearby, and he ran into see what was going on. When he saw it was just Helene trying to make contact, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's going on?" He asked, coming closer to the mirror. "Are you all right?"
"Yes, I'm sorry for disturbing you," Helene told him. "I know you're busy trying to get everyone to remember stuff so you can get them to the present, but I have something to tell you that I thought you'd want to hear as soon as possible. Is Mom around? She should hear this too."
"I'll go get her," Alistair said. "Just a minute." He went and got Astrid and they left Klaus and Amy staring out at the ocean.
"What's going on?" Astrid asked as she joined Alistair by the mirror. "What do you have to tell us?"
"Well, you might not be happy with me for doing this, but…" Helene held out her ring for them to see. "I just got unofficially engaged!"
Alistair raised an eyebrow. "Helene Rosanne Marie Fale, what do you mean by going and getting engaged before your mother and I have had a chance to meet the man? I gave you a pass with Adrian and we all know how well that turned out. This time I want to make absolutely sure that the man you marry will do right by you."
"And that's exactly why I said 'unofficially engaged'," Helene said. "Malachai is a gentleman. He's gonna officially ask you for my hand when you get back."
"Well, we better get a move on then," Alistair said. "We don't want to keep Malachai waiting forever."
Suddenly, Astrid blinked and looked very surprised. "Malachai?" She cried. "Helene, you got engaged to Malachai McCullough? Oh, my goodness." She sat down on the bed with her hand on her head.
"Well, look at that," Helene remarked. "Looks like Mom is starting to remember things. That's good, right?"
"Yes," Alistair told her. "But we still have lots to talk about, young lady. This conversation isn't over with."
"Well, lucky for me I wasn't expecting a warm reaction to the news," Helene told them. "I'll let you get back to ascertaining just how much Mom remembers now. Goodbye."
"So…how did they take it?" Malachai asked Helene as she sat down next to him and settled in his arms, resting her head on his shoulder so she could inhale the scent of the skin on his neck, and her bottom lip jutting out.
"They didn't take it well," she told him. "Not that I thought they would, even though I assured them that you would ask Daddy for my hand when you got back. The worst part was Mom. She very conveniently remembered who you were just when I let the news out and now she's dismayed with me too."
"We'll get it all sorted out," Malachai assured her as he kissed her hair. "It'll all work out well in the end."
"I hope so," Helene got out. "If this is how they react to us getting engaged, what will they say when I tell them I'm pregnant?"
"What?" Malachai asked in shock, his hand going still in her hair.
Helene gave him a weak smile. "You proposed just in time. Percy and Sarah are gonna have a new sibling." She got to her feet, swayed a little, and then when she was standing firmly on the ground, said to him, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to run to the bathroom and be sick, but I'll be back in a minute."
