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 2/31 + Prologue
Rating: NC17 Overall
Chapter 2/31 + Prologue
Rating: NC17 Overall
Cairo 1925, Museum of Antiquities
Deep in the bowels of the museum lay the stacks, a dusty cavern of a place filled with row upon row of towering bookshelves. The handsome, slender young man balanced precariously on the tall, wooden ladder leant against one the heavy bookshelves, his left arm full of books he was sorting and placing on the shelves. He mumbled to himself as he sorted. "Sacred Stones, Sculptures, Socrates, " he blew the dust off one of the books and coughed. "Tooth... Toothmosis," he frowned. "what on earth are you doing here?" He looked around at the bookshelf behind him, it surely wasn't that far? If he stretched he should reach it and so he carefully stretched one arm across attempting to place the book on the right shelf. Further and further he leaned across; suddenly the ladder swung upright away from the bookshelf, he wobbled and yelped and the books thumped to the floor as he grasped the top of the ladder with both hands. The ladder wobbled again and suddenly swung round, now he was balancing as if on a giant pair of stilts. "OHEIUGM!! AHHHHHH!" His shaggy, dark hair fell into his startled, brown eyes as he clung for dear life to the ladder.
The ladder teetered drunkenly out into the central aisle, the young man gripped tightly fighting for balance. "H...he...help," he stuttered as he tottered along, suddenly the ladder did an 180 degree turn and he began to totter back the way he'd come. In desperation he jerked at the top of the ladder and it swung 90 degrees, he lent forward slightly and the ladder fell back into it's original position against the heavy bookshelf. He smiled and gave a sigh of relief, then a look of horror crossed his face as the bookshelf fell away from him. He slid down the ladder and landed on his ass, watching with morbid fascination as the bookshelf fell into the next and it fell into the next and so the domino effect continued until the last bookshelf fell with a resounding crash. "Oooops."
There was the sound of running feet and the Curator burst through the doors and skidded to a halt. "Wha...What the...Look at this! " He stormed, spinnig round and surveying the carnage with horror. "Sons of the Pharaoh! Give me frogs, locusts, flies, anything but this. Compared to you, Mr. Harris the other plagues were a joy!" The young man scrambled to his feet and hastily began to pick up books. "I, I'm most dreadfully, sorry. It was an accident," he apologized.
"When Ramesses destroyed Syria, that was an accident." The Curator snapped. "You, you are a catastrophe, why on earth do I put up with you?" The young man drew himself to his full height. "You put up with me because I can read and write ancient Egyptian, decipher hieroglyphs and hieratic, and I'm the only person within a thousand miles who knows how to properly code and catalogue this library," he stated proudly. The Curator shook his head. "No Xander, I put up with you because your mother and father were my good friends and great patrons of this museum, Allah rest their souls." Xander's shoulders slumped. "Now I don't care how long it takes, or how you do it, get this mess cleared up!" He snappped and spun on his heel and stalked out, leaving Xander to survey the wreckage.
He began to pick up the books when a noise came from the gallery next door, Xander listened and it came again. It was well past the museum's closing time and all the visitors gone, frowning he cautiously walked into the torch lit gallery. "Hello, who's there?" No answer came, only the shuffling and padding of feet. He took a torch down from the wall and walked a few more hesitant steps. "Mustapha? Ahmed?" He walked slowly through the exhibition filled with the treasures of Ancient Egypt. "Bob?" Eerie shadows danced on the walls from the torches. At the center of the exhibition was the open sarcophagus containing the mummified remains, he stopped. 'Open' ? It shouldn't have been open! Xander swallowed hard and edged towards the sarcophagus holding the torch at arms length, he lent forward and peered inside. Suddenly the mummy sat up! Xander shrieked and turned to run when giggling stopped him, he whirled round and glared. "Wes! Wesley have you no shame? No respect for the dead?" He snapped.
A man, perhaps eight or nine years older than Xander with medium brown hair and suit in disarray, sat up laughing. "Right now my only wish is to join them," he adjusted his dark rimmed glasses, swayed and grinned drunkenly. Xander thumped him firmly on the arm. "Sometimes I wish you'd do it sooner rather than later, before you ruin my career like you've ruined yours! Now get out of there!" Xander put the torch in a holder and began manhandling his half brother out of the sarcophagus. Wes swung his legs over the side. "Don't be like that old man, I'll have you know, " he fell against Xander who held him up. "my career is about to take a turn for the better." Xander turned his head to avoid the beer soaked breath. "Please Wes I don't have the time for this." Wes clung to the edge of the sarcophagus, his blue eyes twinkled behind the lenses of his glasses. "What's the matter old chap?" Xander sighed and sat on the base of the statue of Horus. "I had a bit of a mishap in the library, made quite a mess actually and the Curator's rather annoyed with me," he sighed. "and the Bembridge Scholars turned down my application, they said I don't have enough experience in the field."
Wes pushed himself away from the sarcophagus. "I have just the thing to cheer you up."
"Oh no Wes not more of your worthless trinkets? If I take one more piece of junk to the Curator to try and sell for you...." Wes shoved the ancient puzzle box under Xander's nose, he stared at it and then took it from his hand. He gazed at it. "Where did you get this?"
"Ahh well, I umm," Wes blustered. "Got it in Thebes." Xander turned the strangely shaped box in his hands. Wes licked his lips in anticipation. "Tell me I've found something that's not worthless, Xander." He pleaded. Xander studied the box in his hands and then twisted it and pressed the sides and suddenly the top unfolded itself like the pointed petals of a flower. Nestling at the center of the box was an ancient sheet of papyrus, carefully, reverently Xander took it out.
"I think you've found something."