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 11/31 + Prologue
Rating: NC17 Overall
Chapter 11/31 + Prologue
Rating: NC17 Overall
Snyder pried loose another amethyst scarab and dropped it into his bag. "Just one more," he mumbled and added another and another, but this one missed the bag and fell onto the dusty floor unnoticed. For a moment it lay there unmoving and then the beetle began to twitch and then the outer shell cracked and a live scarab beetle scuttled out at first moving away from Snyder and then turning and scuttling towards him. Snyder tried to pry a particularly stubborn beetle from the mural and didn't feel the scarab on the floor collide with the toe of his boot and begin to burrow through.
Snyder didn't feel anything until the scarab entered his foot, his eyes flew open and he dropped the knife and screamed as the searing pain spread from his foot and began to move up his leg. He clutched at his leg, feeling a moving, living lump make it's way up his leg and over his hip and into his abdomen. Screaming for help he tore open his shirt and now he could see it moving up his torso, he tried to arrest it's progress with his hands all the while screaming in agony, but it was no use. The beetle crossed over his chest and entered his neck and made it's was up the side of his face. Snyder gave up trying to stop it and just screamed and screamed as the creature disappeared into his brain.
Spike helped Xander wipe the sand and dust from the sarcophagus while Wesley held a torch, he adjusted his glasses. "Well, who is it?" He lent forward. Xander squinted at the hieroglyph a look of concern crossed his face and he glanced at Spike. "He who shall not be named." Spike wiped away more sand. "Uh, this looks like some sort of lock, you say these things are granite with a steel interior?"
"Quarried granite with a cobalt lining," Xander replied. Wesley peered. "Well whoever he was, he wasn't getting out."
"Bloody Hell, without a key it'll take us a month or more to crack this thing." Spike nodded. Xander's face lit up. "Key!" He exclaimed. "That's it!" Spike frowned at him. "On the boat, the man he said something about a key, thought I had it, but I haven't had a key." He frowned. "Could this be it?" Wes pulled the puzzle box from his pocket. Xander reached for it, Wes pulled it back. "I thought I'd left that on the boat." Xander explained. "You did, I picked it up." Xander held out his hand and Wes looked at Spike, Spike nodded and Wes gave Xander the box.
Xander turned the box in his hands. "It looks about the right shape." He twisted and pressed the sides and the box unfolded. "Let's see." He matched the box to the lock and pushed it in, it fitted! He looked up at Spike and Wes grinning, they smiled back and then gave each other anxious looks. The warden's screams startled them and Spike pulled out his gun and they all ran in the direction of the passage. Snyder barreled out screaming and tearing at his hair, Wesley had to jump aside as the warden hurtled between them and crashed headlong into the stone wall and fell back, dead. They cast glances at each other and stared at the body. "I say," Wes mumbled pushing up his glasses. "extraordinary behavior."
Xander sat huddled next to Wes round their campfire, the air was chill and the darkness seemed to close in on them. "What do you suppose killed him?" He asked quietly. Wes shrugged. "Did you ever see what he ate?" A movement and Xander turned to see Spike come through the ruins carrying his rifle, he dropped the rifle near the fire and sat next to Xander. "Seems the Americans had a little misadventure of their own today too, three of their diggers were killed." Xander gasped. "What?"
"How?" Wesley frowned. Spike shrugged. "Salt acid, pressurized salt acid," he clarified. "some kind of booby trap." The wind began to moan through the ruins and make eerie sounds, Spike looked around. Wes threw another piece of wood on the fire. "Maybe this place is really cursed," he sighed. "Oh for goodness sake!" Xander snapped. "Stop it you two." Spike gave a wry smile. "Don't believe in curses, huh?"
"No I don't!" Xander said emphatically. "If I can see it and touch it, then I believe it's real."
"Well," Spike picked up his rifle. "I believe in being prepared." Wes reached for Snyder's bag. "Let's see what the warden believed in." He began to root around, suddenly he let out a yelp, Xander jumped and clutched at Spike, Wes sucked his finger. "Bloody Hell, what?" Spike took the opportunity to slip his arm around Xander's shoulders. "Broken glass I think." Wes squinted into the bag, reached in and pulled out a bottle with it's neck chipped. "Well, he might have been a stinky fellow, but he knew his whisky, Glen Levick twelve years old." He grinned, he pulled out the cork and took a swig. Behind them horses whinnied, Spike turned frowning. "Here take this." He passed the rifle to Wes and got to his feet. "Stay here," he growled hurrying away. "No, no. Wait for me." Xander got to his feet and went after Spike. "Xander," Wes reached for him. "he said to.. oh never mind." He scrambled after Xander.
Spike ran toward the American camp, Xander close behind and Wes clutching his rifle and whisky following them. The camp was under siege from a dozen Medjai they thundered through the camp shooting wildly. Several diggers were laid dead or dying, Spike cannoned into Oz trying to run away. "Going somewhere?" Spike snapped. "To find you Barstow, I wanted to be with my dear friend." Oz whined. Spike began to drag Oz back toward the American camp. "Why do you like fighting so much, Barstow?" He twisted and struggled in Spike's grip. "Because I look so damn good doin' it." Spike smirked.
The Americans emerged from their tents and began shooting down the riders, Mears was hit and Levenson and Wells went to his aid. Spike drew his guns and began running and firing unaware that Xander was close by, he sheltered behind some ruins and shot down two of the riders. Xander lost sight of Spike, around him guns fired and horses galloped, several tents were ablaze, confused he looked around wildly for sign of Spike, catching sight of him he began to run toward him. A Medjai saw Xander run and bore down on him, his scimitar raised the blade flashed in the firelight catching Spike's attention. Spike leapt to his feet, drew a bead on the rider and fired just as he reached Xander, behind him the rider was already dead when he hit the earth, oblivious, Xander kept on running.
Wesley sheltered behind a low wall alternately taking a swig of whisky and firing his rifle. Oz ran up and grabbed the bottle from him and took a swig, his eyes widened as he saw several Medjai bearing down on them, Wes looked, snatched back the bottle and he ran one way, Oz the other. Spike pulled Xander behind him and whirled round. "Bloody Hell! I told you to stay put!" He snarled. Xander opened his mouth to protest, instead he began to point and gesture wildly behind Spike. Spike turned back to see four riders bearing down on them, he ran dragging Xander with him. They didn't run far, to the nearest blazing tent, Spike pulled a stick of dynamite from his belt and lit it in the flame, he waved it at the riders, they skidded to a halt. "Enough!" Their leader roared. "We will spill no more blood tonight." He glared at Spike. "But I warn you, leave this place or you will all die."