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 16/31 + Prologue
Rating: NC17 Overall
Chapter 16/31 + Prologue
"Xander?" Spike looked for the boy. "Xan?" Wes peered into the darkness. "Where did he go?" There came a scream from below them on the steps, Spike looked. The Americans and Oz were racing toward them pursued by yet more scarabs, he groaned and cast a look at Wes and they both ran diving through the gap in the wall, Spike almost collided with Xander. "Quit messing around Pet, let's get out of here!" He started to run until he saw the transfixed look on Xander's face, Spike slowly turned and jumped in fright, staring at Angelus. "Bloody Hell!" The mummy crooked a bony finger. "Kadeesh Xan-uk-amun!"
Wes careered into the room and skidded to a halt, dropping his torch. "I say!" He recoiled and adjusted his glasses as the Americans piled in behind him. Angelus turned and looked at them unconcerned. Spike pointed his rifle. "What did he say?" He whispered. "He called me Xan-uk-amun and wants me to go with him." Xander replied. Spike scowled.
Angelus turned back and opened his mouth making a horrific, primordial shriek, Xander screamed and Spike shuddered, embarrassed by his own reaction Spike snarled right back and fired point blank. Angelus was blown off his feet, Xander turned to Spike and blinked. "You shot him?" Spike shrugged. "Hell yeah!" He grinned. "Now move!" He yelled pushing Xander ahead of him.
Behind them Angelus sat up and shook his head.
Everyone barreled along the passage and ran from the temple straight into the pointed rifles of the Medjai, Spike groaned. "Not you again," and raised his hands, everyone else did likewise. The man Spike recognized as the one he'd threatened with the dynamite stepped forward, they had Giles and Wells. "I'm Ardeth Ray, I told you to leave or die, you refused, now you may well have killed us all. You have unleashed the creature we have feared for over three thousand years," he intoned.
"Relax, I got him," Spike grinned. "No mortal weapons can kill this creature, he is not of this world." Ray shook his head.
"Are we talking the same creature?" Spike raised an eyebrow. " Big mouth? Foul breath? Bad attitude?" The Medjai helped Wells forward, Mears and Levenson took him. "You bastards, what the Hell you do to him?" Mears growled. "We saved him before the creature could finish his work, now leave quickly before he finishes you all." Ray signaled his men to leave. "Now we must go on the hunt, find a way to kill him." He brushed passed Spike. "I told you, I got him," he repeated. Adreth Ray turned. "Know this, the creature is the bringer of death, he will never eat, he will never sleep, he will never stop."
Oz was lost in the labyrinth of passages, around him he could hear strange noises, he kept spinning round holding his torch aloft and peering into the darkness. He heard a weird shuffling come towards him and backed slowly way. The noise stopped and he turned round, coming face to face with Angelus, he screamed. He lowered his head as Angelus snarled at him, he began to back away tearing open his shirt to reveal a dozen or more chains round his neck, each with a religious symbol attached. As Angelus glided towards him he grasped one, a Christian Crucifix. " May the good Lord protect and watch over me as a shepherd watches over his flock. And may Satan in all his forms be vanquished forever," he prayed. When the mummy kept coming, he grasped another symbol and held it out toward Angelus, one after the other he tried, trying to slow his advance: an Islamic Sword and Crescent Moon necklace; a Hindu Brahma medallion; a small Buddhist Bodhisattva statue. All while blessing himself in Arabic, Hindi, Chinese and Latin. Nothing worked. Angelus's skeletal hand reached for Oz's throat, tears ran down his cheeks. Then he held up The Star of David and blessed himself in Hebrew. Angelus stopped in his tracks. His hand lowered and he stared at Oz with his grotesque, new eyeballs and took a step back.
"You, you speak the language of slaves, I may have use for you and the rewards will be great." The mummy growled. He reached inside his rags and brought out a palm full of small, glittering gems. Oz's eyes widened and he let the Star of David fall from his grasp. "My Prince." He mumbled, grinning. Angelus raised his other hand clasping a broken Canopic Jar. "Where are the other sacred jars?" He demanded.
The horses and camels left Hamunaptra at the gallop and traveled deep into the desert before they slowed and headed for Fort Brydon in Cairo. The British flag flew proudly and the soldiers went busily about their duties, wearily they rode up to the gate, had their papers checked and passed through into the Fort. Xander bathed and changed his clothes to a white shirt and cream slacks. Wes bathed, shaved, changed clothes and made his way to the bar. Spike bathed, shaved and changed into fresh, identical clothes as he had been wearing.
Xander was petting a white cat that wandered into his room, when Spike burst in. "Wes says you don't want to leave, that you have some stupid idea about stopping the mummy?" He backed Xander against the wall. Xander dropped the cat and stared at Spike. "I, I think we have an obligation to do what we can, yes." he stammered. "Obligation?" Spike looked round the room, spied a trunk and threw it onto a table. I thought you didn't believe in that fairy tales and hokum stuff." He began to take things out of the drawers and toss them into the trunk. "Yes well, I may have been wrong, " Xander admitted. "coming face to face with a three thousand year old walking, talking corpse does tend to convert you." As Spike grabbed more clothes, Xander emptied the trunk and shoved them back in the drawer. "Forget it!" Spike snapped. "we're out the door, down the hall and we're gone."
"Oh no we are not."
"Yes we bloody well are!" Spike tossed more clothes.
"We woke him up, and we are going to stop him," Xander said emphatically, emptying the trunk.
"We? We, what's all this we stuff? I told you not to mess with that book, didn't I tell you not to mess with it?" Spike huffed.
"Me, me, me, I, I , I, some things are not about you," Xander retaliated. "alright, I woke him up, it's all my fault and I'll stop him."
Spike's eyes narrowed. "Is that what you think? That this is your fault?" Xander ducked his head. Spike stepped up to him. "Don't flatter yourself, this isn't down to you, me, or anyone else who was there." Xander looked up and blinked at him. "This is down to a bunch of Ancient idiots who instead of just torturing our mate to death decided to play God!" He jabbed the air for emphasis. "They weren't satisfied torturing and killing him, they had to inflict some cockamami curse to make him live eternally, well guess what? It's come back to bite them on the bloody arse! If they hadn't gotten clever, none of this would give a damn!"
Xander half smiled. "We can't turn back the clock Spike, even if I agree with you, we have to stop him."
Spike drew a deep breath. "Ok, you heard the man, how are you going to stop him? No mortal weapons can kill him." Xander carried back an armful of clothes.
"Then we'll have to find some immortal ones."