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 23/31 + Prologue
Rating: NC17 Overall
Chapter 23/31 + Prologue
Rating: NC17 Overall
Giles hurried through the darkened street a haunted look on his face and every now and then he glanced up at the Eclipse and muttered. Under one arm he carried a black book, The Book of The Dead, and in his other hand he clasped a Canopic Jar. He stopped undecided which way to go. Behind him he heard soft, shuffling, dragging footsteps, he pushed up his glasses and hurried on.
Oz pulled out the drawer and upturned it scattering the papers around the Egyptologist's office, he pulled drawers out of the filing cabinet, he swiped everything off the desk and sent them cascading to the floor, he started to tip over bookcases and clear shelves. "Well, well, Oz." Oz spun round to see Spike and Wes is the doorway. "Let me guess, Spring Cleaning?" Oz turned and lunged for the open window, Spike hurled a chair tripping him and sending him crashing into the wall. "I say, good shot!" Wes grinned. Spike strode over and grasped the front of Oz's shirt and lifted him up the wall, feet dangling.
"I have a feeling you came back from the desert with a new friend."
"What friend?" Oz looked puzzled. "You're my only friend, Barstow."
Spike pulled out a knife and slid it under Oz throat, Wes gasped. "Wrong answer mate, your new friend is threatening the life of someone I care about and I'm a bit upset, the way I see it if you can't help me, I've got no reason to let you live."
Oz gasped and looked terrified. Spike shook him. "C'mon Oz what the Hell you doin' being mates with this bloke?" He growled. " What's in it for you?"
"Better to be the right hand of the Devil." Oz whined. "Than in his path. As long as I serve him, I'm immune."
"Immune from what?"
"What the Hell are you looking for? Lie to me and I'll slit your throat." Spike pushed the knife against Oz's skin.
"The book, the black book they found at Hamunaptra, he wants it back he says he needs it and it's worth it's weight in diamonds."
"What's he want it for?"
Oz shrugged. "Something about bringing his beloved back from the dead, he needs the book," he looked at Wes. "and your brother."
Spike turned and looked at Wes, Oz saw his chance and kneed him hard in the balls. Spike yelped, let him go, doubled over and groaned, Oz leapt through the open window.
Wes cringed. "That looked rather painful."
Spike winced. "Bloody Hell, y'know ever since I met you and Xander my luck's been shite."
"Wes nodded. "I know what you mean, old chap."
From outside came a horrific scream, they ran to the window in time to see people fleeing and screaming. A robed figure bent over the crumpled corpse of the Egyptologist. Slowly a decayed hand took the Canopic Jar and The Book of The Dead from the shriveled corpse and the figure turned. Angelus had regenerated further. He locked eyes with Spike and grinned and then unhinged his jaw and his mouth stretched to inhuman size and he spit a huge swarm of flies at him. Spike and Wes leapt back and slammed the shutters. The flies hit the shutters and spread throughout the street and bazaar.
Spike gave Wes a nervous look. "Two down and two to go."
Concern flickered across Wes face. "Yes, then he comes after Xander."
Mears looked out the window watching the British soldiers patrol the walls of the fort and man the gates. Music drifted up from the Casbah. "To Hell with this." He turned impatiently. "I'm going for a drink." He stomped across the room. Levenson twirled his gun seated in a chair by Xander's door. "Ok bring me a bottle of Bourbon would ya?" He drawled and fingered the Canopic Jar in his other hand. "Yeah, yeah, sure, anythin' else?" Mears paused at the door. "Nah the Bourbon will be fine." Mears open the door and walked out. "Hey shut the damn door." Levenson sighed and holstered his gun and crossed and shut the door. He turned back and shivered as a cold breeze came through the window, he looked out and shrugged, then returned to his seat, turning the jar over and around in his hands.
Suddenly there was a rush of wind and swirling sand seemed to fill the room. Levenson opened his mouth to scream as he was lifted bodily into the air by the swirling sand. His body jerked, twisted and spun as it shriveled and the life was sucked out of it and then crumpled onto the floor. The sand condensed and took shape as Angelus emerged, almost totally regenerated. He looked round the room and picked up the Canopic Jar and placed it in his robes. He raised his head and sniffed, his face sliding into a slow smile, he stepped over Levenson's shriveled remains and turned the bedroom door handle and tested the door.
Xander was laid asleep on the bed. Sand began to pour through the keyhole and made a mound on the bedroom floor. He tossed and turned as the sand metamorphosed into Angelus. The Priest crossed to the bed and gazed down at the sleeping boy. "Xan-uk-amun" he whispered and lent down to kiss him.
Spike and Wes charged into the room, skidding to a halt at the sight of Levenson's dried up remains, Spike stepped over them and tried the bedroom door, relaxing slightly when it was still locked. Then he looked through the keyhole.
Angelus bent down and placed his lips lightly on Xander's, the boy muttered. Almost immediately Angelus's lips and mouth started to decay. Xander awoke, screamed and shoved Angelus away scrambling off the bed spitting and rubbing at his mouth with his hand. Angelus's mouth grimaced sadly. The bedroom door crashed inwards.
"Get the Hell away from my boy!" Spike snarled. Sadness turned to fury and Angelus spun and faced Spike licking his fetid lips. "Nice lips mate," Spike smirked. The Priest lunged for Spike, Spike grinned. "I figured you'd be here mate, so I brought a friend." Spike tossed the white cat at him. Instinctively Angelus caught the spitting, hissing and clawing creature, shrieked and dropped it staggering toward the window, the shutters flew open and he changed into a spinning column of sand and passed through, the shutters slamming shut behind him.