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 26/31 + Prologue
Rating: NC17 Overall
Chapter 26/31 + Prologue
Rating: NC17 Overall
Oz darted forward from the encroaching mob and snatched the key box from Wes's top pocket, Wes grabbed for it. "Oi! You little rat, that's mine."
"And now it's mine." Oz grinned, he looked at Spike. "You won't believe me but I am truly sorry my friend." Spike lunged at him and Oz dived into the mob and ran after his master. The mob closed in, Spike looked at his feet and saw he was standing on a manhole cover, he bent down and ripped it off, he grabbed a startled Wes and bundled him down, threw his pack over his shoulder and jumped down. Ardeth Bay and The Curator drew their scimitar's and prepared to hold back the mob as long as they could, The Curator gave Ardeth Bay a shove towards the manhole. "Go my son, to stop the creature they will need you!" Reluctantly the Medjai nodded and jumped down, leaving The Curator to fight until the mob at last overwhelmed him.
Spike pushed Wes splashing through the sewer ahead of him. "But, but Xander." Wes protested. "We'll get him back," Spike promised, Spike heard splashing behind him and turned, relieved to see Ardeth Bay. They hurried along and soon they heard the noises of the mob dropping into the sewer and following them. Spike turned left and sent Wes and Ardeth Bay ahead, he took out a stick of dynamite and pushed in the fuse, he fished a match out of his pocket and struck it on the wall and lit the fuse and he threw it as hard as he could back along the sewer and ran. There was an explosion behind him and the rumble of falling masonry, earth and rock, dust drifted up the tunnel. Without looking back the hurried after his comrades.
They stood listening under the manhole cover, all was quiet, carefully Spike climbed up and raised it, the street was silent, empty. They climbed out, they'd come full circle and were again outside the deserted museum, they staggered inside. "We've got to get him back." Spike choked out. Wes laid his hand on his shoulder. "I'm with you old man, no-one lays a hand on my baby brother and gets away with it." They both looked at Ardeth Bay. "He will make for Hamunaptra, now he is fully regenerated he can cross the desert very quickly. Once there he will perform the ritual to bring back Xan-uk-amun." The Medjai said flatly.
"And what precisely does that involve?" Spike folded his arms. "He must read the incantations from The Book of The Dead, it is in two parts. The first part will summon the soul and depending on what he decides it will go into Xan-uk-amun's corpse or into Xander. If Xander, his soul will be pulled out and into the Underworld to replace Xan-uk-amun, if into Xan-uk-amun's corpse then he will sacrifice Xander and his internal organs will magically enter Xan-uk-amun and he will be regenerated, alive." Ardeth explained. Wes looked puzzled. "So let me get this right, either way Xander dies?"
"Yes!" Spike and Ardeth answered in unison.
Wes paled "Oh!"
"Our only hope," Ardeth continued. "is to reach Hamunaptra before him and find the golden book, The book of The Living. If Xander's theory is correct, reading the incantations it contains should send Angelus back to the Underworld, if we can do it in time."
Spike smiled. "I think I know how we can beat him to Hamunaptra."
At dawn Wes drove the convertible onto the abandoned airfield and passed the quonset huts and the WW1 biplane with the British insignia and out across the sands. Winston Havelock was sat under an umbrella enjoying a early cup of tea. The car drew to a halt and Spike jumped out. "Winston, I need a word."
"And what exactly," Winston frowned. "has this problem of yours got to do with His Majesties Royal Air Corps?"
Spike put his hands on his hips. "Not a bloody thing."
Winston looked intrigued and twirled his walrus moustache. "Is it dangerous?"
"You probably won't live through it."
Winston looked delighted. "By Jove, do you think so?"
Wes shrugged. "Everyone else has died, so why not you?"
He looked at Spike. "What's the mission old chap?"
"Save my boy, kill the bad guy, get the treasure."
Winston blinked. "Did you say your boy?"
"Yeah." Spike nodded.
Winston narrowed his eyes and squinted at him. "Do you love the lad?"
Spike straightened, pulled back his shoulders and nodded. "I do, more than my own life."
Winston scrutinized him a moment and then grinned broadly, he slapped Spike on the back. "Makes a man proud to be British! Well, what are you waiting for, let's go rescue the lad."
The wind whipped Winston's face in the cockpit, Spike wearing goggles and a flying helmet rode gunner, Wes was strapped to the left wing, Ardeth Bay the right, both clinging on looking terrified. Spike put two fingers in his mouth and whistled shrilly and waved to attract Wes's attention. "Wes, you alright?" He yelled. Wes raised his helmeted head and squinted through his goggles. "Do I bloody look alright?" He yelled. Spike whistled and waved at Ardeth Bay, the Medjai didn't respond. "How you doin'?" Ardeth Bay clung tighter, Spike nodded. "That's fine."
The large sand-devil spun across the dunes and coming to a stop started to dissipate, spitting Xander and Oz sprawling onto the dune. The sand condensed and metamorphosed into Angelus. Xander swatted at Oz. "Get off me! Get off me, now!" He pushed Oz away and sat up and shook his head. "What the Hell just happened?" Oz sat up. "I don't know all I remember is him turning into a blast of sand, and then.........nothing," he whined. "I need a new job."
Winston saw the sand-devil. "Look there," he nodded. " I've never seen one that big." Spike looked. "Never?"
"Never." He turned the plane toward the swirling sand.
Angleus strode towards Oz and Xander and passed between them and stopped. Xander turned round and paled, there rising out of the sand were the ruins of Hamunaptra. "My God, we're back."
Angelus raised his head as if listening, Xander heard the whine of the plane's engines and a smile crossed his face. "Spike." He whispered.