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.
Chapter 1/31 + Prologue/
Rating: NC17 Overall
Chapter 1/31 + Prologue
Rating: NC17 Overall
1923 Hamunaptra City of The Dead (A group of Legionnaires are under attack from Tureg warriors)
The legionnaires scurried amongst the ruins, they'd traveled across Libya and into Egypt in search of the fabled lost City of Hamunaptra and they'd found it and the Tuareg found them. Two thousand Tuareg warriors galloped across the desert whooping and yelling, scimitars rattling and rifles glinting. Soldiers manned the crumbling City walls and prepared for the onslaught, their commanding officer behind them on his gray Arab horse, his eyes narrowed as the screaming hordes approached and his nerve broke, he wheeled his horse round and galloped up the ramp into the City and disappeared.
Captain Barstow sighed heavily as he watched him disappear. "I knew today would be a lousy day." He was slender, with sandy blond hair, sharp, high cheekbones and piercing, pale, blue eyes. His short, red haired companion shrugged. "Looks like you just got promoted. Personally, I think we ought to surrender."
"Shut up Oz and give me your bandolier." The Captain snapped. Oz gave it to him and he threw it on crisscrossing his own. "Why don't we run away while there's still time?" Oz encouraged.
"And your revolver, not like you're gonna use it anyway. " The Captain held out his hand, Oz gave it to him and he slid it beside his own. "We could play dead, no-one ever does that these days," Oz suggested. The Captain snorted and took aim with his rifle. "Steady boys, steady," he ordered. Then he spoke softly to his companion. "You're with me on his, right Oz?" Oz took aim with his rifle and made a strangled noise. "Your strength gives me strength."
The hoard thundered nearer. "Aim....Fir!" Barstow roared, he never got to finish the word 'fire' before Oz turned and ran for the ruins. Volley after volley of shots rang out, Tuareg and Legionnaires fell but the sheer weight of numbers forced the soldiers back and Barstow dropped his rifle and ran after Oz, soon catching him up. Neck and neck they raced amongst the ruins. "How'd a guy like you end up in the Legion anyways?" Barstow asked. " I got caught robbing a synagogue." Oz panted. "Lots of good stuff in them holy places; churches, temples, mosques, and who's guarding them?"
"Altar boys?" Barstow ventured. "Exactly! I speak seven languages,
including Hebrew, so my specialty was synagogues." Oz grinned. How about you? Kidnapping, fraud, extortion, robbery, arson?" Oz persisted.
"None of he above, thank you." Barstow replied.
Suddenly Oz tripped the Captain up, gaining several yards on him. Barstow gave him a black look. "No, but right now I'm thinking of it." Barstow replied grimly, picking himself up running again.
Oz frowned. "Then just why are you here?" He shouted over his shoulder.
"I was just looking for a good time." Barstow grinned.
Oz reached the temple doorway and began to close the sandstone slab. "Oz you son of a bitch, don't you bloody dare!" Barstow threatened. "Don't you close that door, Oz!" Barstow crashed into the stone slab. "Oz, I'll get you for this!" He roared and spun round to see four Tuareg warriors riding at him. He ran drawing both pistols and firing wildly, round the ruins he dodged, leaping rubble and fallen statues, the Tuareg riding after him; at last out of ammunition and exhausted he collapsed at the foot of Anubis's statue. The Tuareg skidded to a stop and took aim, he flipped them the bird and screwed up his eyes. Suddenly whinnying and bellowing, screeching with fear all four horses reared up and began to buck. Two of the riders crashed to the ground and the other two turned and galloped away, the rest of the warriors sensing the evil and shifting sands galloped after them, leaving the ruins deserted. Barstow opened one eye then the other, he felt the prickle of evil and the hair on the back of his neck rose. He spun round to face the dark, cracked statue of Anubis. He felt the sand shift beneath his feet, writhing like snakes and he began to back away. Strange eerie sounds echoed through the ruins and the sand began to draw lines as if forming a picture. Barstow turned and hurried away as fast as he could.
Behind him the sand formed the picture of Angelus's screaming face.
Barstow stumbled out into the desert, high on a ridge several black clad horsemen with strange blue markings tattooed on their cheeks, watched him impassively, he looked up at them and then stumbled on. The leader shifted on his horse. "The creature remains undisturbed." One of his warriors turned to him. "What of that one? Shall we kill him?" The leader shook his head. "There is no need, the desert will take care of him."