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 21/31 + Prologue
Rating: NC17 Overall
Chapter 21/31 + Prologue
Rating: NC17 Overall
Xander helped Spike up and Wes and the others scrambled to their feet. Wes adjusted his glasses. "Well what the hell was all that about?" Spike scowled looking at Xander. "That's the second time he's called you Xan-uk-amun, it's almost as if he thinks he knows you or sommat." Xander hugged himself and shrugged. "This time he thanked me for rescuing him from the undead and wanted me to go with him and be made immortal," he said miserably.
"I say old bean, that doesn't sound too good." Concern flickered across Wes face. Spike draped his arm round Xander's shoulders and hugged him. "Not to worry Pet, he's not getting you." They exchanged a sad smile. Mears knelt by Wells. "It's like he's been sucked dry." Levenson grimaced. "And his insides are missing, what's with that?" Xander sighed. "I don't know, but maybe I know someone who does."
They walked into the museum and through the gallery to the Curator's office. "He's the only person I can think of who might possibly know anything and he acted very oddly when Wes and I showed him the map." Xander nodded. The door was open and they could hear the murmur of voices. Spike pushed the door and they stopped, Spike and the two Americans drawing their guns. The Curator was seated at his desk wearing a monocle and deep in conversation with a tall, bearded Medjai standing to his left. Xander gasped. "You? What are you doing here?" The Curator looked up, the Medjai, Ardeth Bay scowled. "Ah Xander, gentlemen welcome. Do you truly wish to know the answer to your question or are you just going to shoot us?" Cautiously Spike lowered and then holstered his gun, the others did the same. "I just saw my fist vanish into some monster's head, I'm willing to listen and have a little faith."
The Curator sighed. "You will not believe it."
"Try me." Spike cocked his head.
They sat and made themselves comfortable, Xander perched on the arm of Spike's chair and Ardeth Bay paced.
The Curator leaned forward and steepled his fingers. "He is Angelus, High Priest of Osiris during the reign of Seti I. This gentleman," he indicated the warrior. "is Ardeth Bay current leader of the Medjai. We are part of an ancient, secret society, the Cult-Of-The-Medjai, descendents of the original Medjai who were bodyguards to Seti I. We have a sacred mission, passed down through thirty-nine generations. For over three thousand years we have guarded The City Of The Dead. We are sworn at manhood to do any and all in our power to stop the High Priest Angelus from being reborn into this world. We have been successful, until now."
"Because of you, the creature lives." Ardeth Bay scowled at Xander. Xander ducked his head. Spike was instantly on his feet and nose to nose with the Medjai. "No!" He snarled. "Because of your stupid ancestors!" He prodded Ardeth Bay in the chest." The Arab growled, Spike growled back.
"Spike!" Xander implored. "No pet this isn't down to you." He glared at the warrior. "Your lot couldn't just be satisfied torturing and killing him , sending him to the underworld or wherever, they had to play God, curse him with plagues and eternal life." He narrowed his eyes. "Has it ever occurred to you, if they hadn't done that, none of this would be happening?" They squared off. Wes flapped this hand under his nose. "Smell the testosterone," he mumbled. Ardeth Bay looked round and then his face slid into a slow smile. "You defend your boy, I like that." The tension eased and they nodded, Spike resumed his seat, Ardeth Bay folded his arms across his chest.
"Be that as it may," The curator continued. "What's done is done, now we must stop the creature before he fully regenerates and can no longer be stopped."
"Question, why doesn't he like cats?" Spike leaned forward.
"According to Ancient beliefs, cats are guardians of the Underworld, he will fear them until he is fully regenerated and then he will fear nothing." Ardeth Bay replied.
"Yeah and ya know how he does that?" Mears interjected. "By sucking dry everyone who opened that chest. That's how!"
"Yes," the Curator agreed. "first he must regenerate, then he will try and resurrect the one he has loved for over three thousand years."
"Xan-uk-amun." All eyes turned on Xander, the Curator frowned. "How do you know that name?"
"When he saw me in Hamunaptra he called me Xan-uk-amun and asked me to go with him, and here at the hotel he did the same, said I'd be made immortal, " Xander paused. "and, and he tried to kiss me."
The monocle fell from the Curator's eye, he and Ardeth exchanged looks. "It's because of his love for the boy he was cursed," the warrior explained.
"All very romantic, but what's it got to do with Xander." Spike scowled.
"It's possible he resembles Xan-uk-amun, we don't know exactly what he looked like, we only have brief, written descriptions all portraits and pictures were destroyed when he killed the Pharaoh."
"Actually we might." Xander fished the book out of his pocket and flicked through the pages. "He's mentioned briefly in here and an artist drew his portrait from several written descriptions." He handed over the book to the Curator. The Curator and Ardeth Bay looked and then stared at Xander. Wes and Spike looked and stared at Xander. Mears and Levenson looked and they all stared at Xander.
Xander fidgeted under their scrutiny. "What?"
Spike took the book. "Don't you see it Pet?"
"You look like this portrait."
"No I don't!" Xander scoffed, I look nothing like him."
Spike nodded. "Yes you do Pet."
Xander looked. "Ok maybe a little, around the eyes," he conceded.
"Xander old chap, you could be twins, not identical but near enough." Wes nodded.
Xander spluttered and grinned. They continued to stare. Slowly the grin faded. "Really?"
"Yes!" They chorused.
Spike turned to the curator. "I want the whole story." The Curator sighed heavily.