Warnings: HAU, M/M sex, humor, mild angst, things coming to life, scarab beetles, OOC, varying chapter lengths, Unbeta'd, blatant use of movie dialogue.
Rating: NC17 Overall Individual Chapters PG-NC17
Pairing: 100% S/X
Comments: Comment if you want to, though it would be nice to know someone is reading it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, everything belongs to someone who is not me. I write for fun not profit.
Note1: The characters may have BTVs/ATs names but they are NOT necessarily playing their Sunndydale characters, hence OOC.
Note 2: My heartfelt thanks go out to my dear friend Bmblbee, for holding my hand through the writing and posting process. *Hugs*
Note 3: This is a plot driven story. What sex there is happens in the natural course of the plot and as part of Spike and Xander's relationship.
Note 4: This is a human/1920's Spike and Xander etc. and behave as such.
Summary: Over 3,000 years ago Angelus the high priest of Seti I, was given the assignment of preparing the recently dead for their journey into the afterlife. Angelus made one terrible mistake - he became smitten with Xan-uk-amun, the male concubine of the Pharaoh himself. Driven mad by jealousy and love, Angelus and Xan-uk-amun murdered the Pharaoh. Angelus's punishment was to be buried alive and suffer the torment of an eternal life in his wretched tomb. In 1925, a band of adventurers seeking fame and fortune - led by William (Spike) Barstow, an English expatriate who had joined the foreign legion, and Xander Harris, an amateur archeologist - find a previously unknown burial site in Egypt. The team starts to dig, hoping to find lost riches, but instead they disturb the tomb of Angelus, and soon the cursed priest rises from his grave to wreck vengeance on them and humanity.
Rating: NC17 Overall
Thebes: City of The Living and jewel in the crown of Pharoh Seti I.
Thebes: Birthplace of Xan-uk-amun the beautiful youth Pharaoh took as his male concubine.
Thebes: Home of Angelus High Priest of Osiris, Keeper of The Dead.
Xan-uk-amun walked through the elaborate halls of the Pharaoh's palace, long, black hair hanging loose. He was tall and slender, his large, brown eyes outlined in khol, full lips painted berry red. He was naked except for a pair of gold sandals and a short black and gold loin cloth. His olive skin was painted with intricate patterns as Pharaoh had ordered, for none were allowed touch him but Pharaoh himself and any doing so would smudge the intricate artistry and Pharaoh would know.
They said Xan-uk-amun had a smile that could light up a room, but he seldom smiled these days. Since he had been the Pharaoh's concubine he had gone each day to pray in the temple of Osiris, under the watchful gaze of the High Priest Angelus, a tall, dark, muscular, bald-headed man, with a handsome if somewhat sinister expression. The Priest watched and wanted the youth, they talked and laughed together and gradually they fell in love but never touched. Angelus, himself a powerful man with an army of warrior priests grew resentful and jealous of the Pharaoh, till at last he dared to risk life itself to spend one night with Xan-uk-amun.
The Pharaoh was absent from the palace and would not return before dawn. Time enough to spend with his beloved and Xan-uk-amun would bathe after, his body would be re-painted and Pharaoh would be none the wiser. No-one questioned the High Priest's presence in the Palace or the priests he had with him; he made his way to Xan-uk-amun's chamber and the priests guarded the door. At Xan-uk-amun's knock they opened the door, bowing low as he swept in and then barred it. He walked through the bedroom curtains and they closed behind him. Angelus ghosted his hands over the youth's body, but never touched him. Then he reached for him, his hands closed on the youth's arms and he pulled him into a smoldering kiss; even as he did so there came a hammering at the chamber door and the Pharaoh demanded entrance.
Alarmed, Xan-uk-amun bid Angelus hide behind a curtain out of sight, while the priests delayed Pharaoh's entrance. At last they opened the door and bowed as the Pharaoh stormed in. "What is the meaning of this? Why are you priests here?" He demanded. He stalked toward a seemingly unconcerned Xan-uk-amun lounging against a statue of Anubis. He opened his mouth to speak and then he caught sight of the smudges on Xan-uk-amun's arms. "Who has done this?" He shook the youth. "Who has dared to lay hands on you?" He stormed. Afraid for his young lover, Angelus came out of hiding and drew a sword from his robes, Pharaoh turned to him. "Angelus? My Priest..." Angelus plunged his sword into him. As the Pharaoh fell Xan-uk-amun took the sword and plunged it brutally into the master he'd come to hate, over and over, blood splattered his legs and dripped from his hands.
There were shouts and the sound of running feet, the door was rammed from outside. Xan-uk-amun and Angelus looked frantically at each other. "Pharaoh's bodyguards The Medjai." Xan-uk-amun pushed Angelus toward the balcony. "Go save yourself!" He said desperately. Angelus shook his head and reached for him but his priests grabbed him. "Go! Only you can resurrect me," Xan-uk-amun implored. Angelus watched in horror as Xan-uk-amun plunged the sword into himself as his priests bundled him away. Pharaoh's bodyguards broke down the door and swarmed in, tearing away the curtains. Pharaoh was dead and Xan-uk-amun collapsed and dying, he looked up and hissed. "My body is no longer his temple!"
For the murder Xan-uk-amun's body was to be cursed and as High Priest it fell to Angelus to do it. Filled with sorrow and dread he led a torch lit procession into the desert at night, Xan-uk-amun's mummified body and the five Canopic Jars containing his vital organs were laid on the sand. Angelus read the incantations from a book of pure gold, The Book of The Living these would curse Xan-uk-amun forever and send him on his way to the underworld. A high wind arose and eerie lights danced over the body, the slaves fell to their knees and there was a blinding flash and piercing scream. Xan-uk-amun's body lay twisted hideously on the sand. Quickly the priests bundled it into a stone sarcophagus and lowered it into a hole in the sand. At Angelus's nod, the priests killed the slaves who carried the body. The Medjai watched impassively as the slaves were murdered. Satisfied no-one unholy knew Xan-uk-amun's resting place, they turned and rode into the desert.
Angelus and his priests watched them go. As soon as they were out of sight the priests began to scrabble at the sand and dig out the sarcophagus. Chariots raced out from the City and the sarcophagus was loaded onboard and a headlong flight began to Hamunuptra, City of The Dead, the seat of all Seti's wealth and resting place of the un holiest of books The Book of The Dead. A book made of blackest stone, that must never be read from, for it contained within the incantations to bring a body back to life.
Once within the City Angelus made his way to the giant statue of Anubis and took from a secret compartment an ornate chest. From within the chest he lifted the heavy, black book. Xan-uk-amun's body was carried to an underground chamber, taken from the sarcophagus and unwrapped and placed on a black, twisted altar. The organs in the five Canopic Jars were still fresh, so there was no need for human sacrifice. The priests gathered round and Angelus began to read the incantation to bring him back to life.
A black, swirling fog surrounded them, faster and faster it whirled, eerie lights danced in the fog, it seemed to take the shape of grasping hands, the frightened priests chanted louder and louder. Weird moans and voices filled the chamber, one of the jars containing Xan-uk-amun's heart shuddered and the heart began to beat, echoing through the chamber. The fog began to dissolve into Xan-uk-amun's body and his eyes flew open, his soul was back, all that remained was for the organs to be replaced. Angelus raised the sacrificial knife and prepared to plunge it into his lover's chest when the Medjai burst in and fell upon the priests. The Head Medjai smashed the Canopic Jar containing the heart and it stopped beating. The fog began to leave Xan-uk-amun's body and the eyes fluttered shut, black, foggy hands grasped at Xan-uk-amun and Angelus howled in rage as Xan-uk-amun was dragged back screaming into the underworld.
The priests were sentenced to be mummified alive while Angelus watched. He was sentenced to face the Hom-dai the worst of all curses and one never before bestowed. His tongue was cut out and he was wrapped alive, leaving the eyes, nostrils and mouth uncovered. Detritus, fetid muck from a boiling cauldron was applied to the bandages as he squirmed and then he was placed in a wooden coffin and laid inside a stone sarcophagus. Buckets of scarab beetles were poured into the wooden coffin scurrying over his body and face, entering his mouth and nostrils. By eating sacred scarabs he was doomed to stay alive forever and by eating him, they were doomed to the same fate. The lid of the coffin closed and it was locked with a strange, four sided key. The lid of the stone sarcophagus slammed down with a whoosh and it sealed itself. The head Medjai used the same key to lock it in place.
Angelus was doomed to live for all eternity inside his coffin, never to be released or he would arise a walking plague, a disease on all humanity, an unholy flesh eater with the strength of ages and power over the sand and the armor of invincibility. And if by some unholy hand he was released Angelus would seek to bring Xan-uk-amun back from his place in Hell and together they would be unstoppable.
The sarcophagus was dropped into a deep pit, at the feet of Anubis's statue there to remain for all time.