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Namesake
Chapter 2
Eighteen years previously…
Santa Monica UCLA Medical Center, The BirthPlace. Santa Monica, California
It was late, very late, and a new mother named Michèle lay sleeping in her hospital bed. At her bedside was Evelyn O'Connell, a woman who hardly knew her but was forever connected to her now with the birth of a much awaited great grandchild.
The Matriarch of the O'Connell family had aged gracefully. Her hair, which had been a luscious cascade of caramel waves, had turned silvery, and it contrasted quaintly with her age-softened olive skin and dark brown eyes. She had taken good care of herself through the years; having led a very active life with her husband and son, and also having kept up with hyperactive twin grandsons. Her rigorous extracurricular activities of digging up ancient artifacts and lost cities (and the subsequent disturbance of the balance of things, oftentimes inadvertently reawakening ancient supernatural beings—which led to heart pounding exercise while making a mad dash to save the day) and her natural thirst for knowledge had kept her youthful; for she also looked to her ancient ancestors (and her son Alex's 2,000 year old wife Lin) for health and wellness secrets. Throughout her lifetime she had kept up a beauty regimen of anointing her body with the purest virgin oils of the olive, coconut and lotus, and used the finest natural cosmetics. Evelyn also took her cues from the Middle East and the Far East and ate a diet rich in herbs, spices, and plant foods to curb the affects that came with the Western palate: heaviness.
Although longevity did have its consequences: the love of her life, Rick O'Connell, had passed away seven years previously. It had been his heart. So many awful things they had faced together and conquered—scarabs, tomb robbers, mummies, a Scorpion King, Jackals, dragons and evil emperors—and it was a heart attack that took him. Her strong, brave, bloody difficult but lovable American man was killed by something so mundane as a clogged artery. It was unthinkable. Give her deadly plagues, give her locusts, give her curses and she knew how to deal with them, but a sudden disease of the heart she could not cleverly decode and vanquish.
But her love had been an all American man all right, having seen her health and wellness regimen as a 'frilly girl' type of thing, and he partook in massive amounts of hearty "man food" and alcohol like only a grown man could. But he wouldn't be her Rick if he hadn't challenged her at every turn.
"Oh Rick," Evie whispered, looking out of the hospital window into the clear, dark sky, decorated by shining bright stars and the soft glow of a large full moon. "I wish you could have been here for this moment."
The stirring of the tiny body in the hospital basinet next to her broke her out of her reverie and she wiped away the lone tear that had escaped and glided down her downy cheek. "You have a great granddaughter," she continued, now with a smile, as she picked up the small, precious newborn. "We have a little girl in the family. Finally. I know how much you always wanted a little girl to spoil." Evie gave a soft, delighted giggle as the baby girl wrapped her tiny, chubby little hand around her index finger. "She's strong. Just like you. Made it through a traumatic birth—what with them having to use the Jaws of Life and all—but she got through it all right because she's got your brave spirit. And she's so very smart—like me," she added coyly, brushing the tuft of fine caramel colored baby hairs on the girl's head. "I can tell."
Evie began to gently rock the child, who was already fast asleep again. She studied the girl's features in silence for a moment, noting with pride that she could see a lot of herself in her. "But she doesn't have a name yet, and that just won't do, now, will it? Hmmmm."
Her gaze was fixed on the sweet little face of her great granddaughter. The girl's delicate little eyelids quivered in baby dreams and her tiny fist reflexively clenched tighter around Evie's finger.
Suddenly, as if triggered by the slight presser, it was as if Evie were cast into the same dream as the baby. She gasped as a vision enveloped her senses.
She was in ancient Egypt; the scenery all too familiar. The room she was in was massive. Every surface shone brilliantly, having diligently been polished to perfection by those stationed to the task. Golden statues of the Egyptian Gods proudly stood in high relief in featured areas of the cavernous space and long, whisper thin curtains of pure white linens cascaded down from the high ceilings, giving the room an atmosphere of a sacred place of worship. Out of the corner of her view she noticed a figure facing away from her, leaning against the low wall of a grand balcony. The back of the figure was illuminated by the golden-orange light of the brightly burning wall sconces dispersed throughout the room and on the two opposite walls at either ends of the balcony. The figure was most definitely feminine shaped, and wore the headdress and regal garb of ancient Egyptian royalty. There was something very…peculiar about her…
The womanly figure inclined her head to the side, her face now in profile and visible to Evie. She had a look of utter bewilderment on her beautiful face, her delicate brow scrunched up in a silent question.
Evie was having a truly out of body experience. Unlike her vision when she was on the dirigible all those years ago on her way to save Alex, she was not incased in her reincarnated body this time—for she was staring at Nefertiri! Herself!
Her mind raced as her vision rushed her closer to the balcony. She was now in league with Nefertiri and was viewing an expanse of night sky and another distant section of the majestic Egyptian palace. 'Oh no, not again,' she thought as she was yet again looking down at the horrific scene where Pharaoh was to be killed. Anck-Su-Namun was coquettishly posed at the base of the golden statue, Pharaoh walking towards her…
Evie waited a beat.
And then another…
Nothing happened—nothing sinister at least.
There was a rush of blackness as something suddenly walked straight through her non-corporeal form. Her misty vision recollected itself and when the smokey tendrils of blackness dispersed…the horror finally came—but it was on her side of the balcony.
The imperious figure of Imhotep glanced down at the distant scene of Anck-Su-Namun and the Pharaoh, who were lovingly embracing. He smiled coldly at them; the smile turning into a sneer right before he turned his back on them and set his sights on a stricken Nefertiri. Evelyn watched helplessly as he took Nefertiri into his arms, whispering something to the princess that Evie could not catch.
The only thing loud enough for her to comprehend was the dark priest saying, "Tiri," right before he crushed Nefertiri against him in a searing kiss…
Evelyn came back to herself, the only word heard throughout her vision streaming from her lips. "Tiri…"
Her gaze refocused on the baby, who had gone lax, escaping into deeper sleep. The girl's tiny fist slipped from her index finger and fell to rest placidly on her little chest. "Nefertiri," Evelyn whispered, testing the name out.
Her heart pounding hard in her chest, she delicately smoothed an eyelid of the baby's open to check for eye color. Hazel. "It's all right," she soothed as the baby squirmed, trying to convince herself as much as she was the baby.
'Nefertiri had hazel eyes in the vision,' Evie thought, her scholar's mind going into overdrive. In fact, there were minute details that had been different about Nefertiri's body that were not congruent with Evelyn's body when it had been in its prime. For one, the eye color was off. Evelyn had dark chocolate colored irises—the princess in the vision had hazel, almost completely golden, eyes. The girl's body was also taller and more willowy than Evelyn's body had ever been—for in Evie's youth she had been hourglass shaped and very voluptuous. This Nefertiri's breasts had been more petite on a lithe frame like…
Michèle Arceneau's. Evelyn turned her gaze toward the slumbering new mother. She had never met the young woman before the pregnancy (and hadn't gotten to know her much during the pregnancy either because she had booked as many modeling jobs as she could before she starting showing) but what Evie did know from researching who it was exactly her grandson had gotten pregnant was that Michèle was known for her hypnotic golden eyes.
Nefertiri's eyes. Evie felt a tendril of fear grip her as she gazed back down at her infant great granddaughter, the new Nefertiri reincarnate.
Already this precious little baby was marked by an overwhelming fate. Imhotep had known her personally…had called her by the nickname, 'Tiri.' How would this all come to be? And could it be stopped?
She placed a delicate kiss to the baby's forehead, resolved to go back to the estate in the Santa Monica hills that her grandson's liked to luxuriate in while in California. She always came prepared wherever she was traveling to with the golden book of Amun-Ra and the black Book of the Dead. Evelyn tenderly placed the infant back into the hospital basinet, giving her one last sweet kiss good bye. "Sleep well my little Nefertiri."
So it was that Evelyn went back to the beachside estate to collect her thoughts and research protection spells well into the night. Her old, tired eyes steadily read and deciphered the proper incantations, and she was lucky enough to find the beautiful collar necklace of Nefertiri's, which had been a trophy to her in youth, in one of her trunks. It was stated clearly within the golden book that to cast spells of protection, an object of significance would be needed to sustain the magic. Evelyn focused every last bit of her energy to get the spells just right, and forged it all together with a blood sacrifice, slicing the palm of her right hand and letting the blood drip onto the necklace. The spells bound together with the collar, beams of bright, golden light shimmering where the blood dripped and absorbed in, until the whole necklace was infused in a blinding white-hot light. With a loud crack, the magic settled, and with Evelyn's last remaining strength, she wrote out the words 'To Nefertiri,' on stationery presented with the necklace—and then promptly fell asleep, never to wake up.
The next day, the new mother Michèle, who had been awake and listening to Evelyn's loving words to her child, named the baby girl Evelyn Nefertiri O'Connell, after her late great grandmother.
Present day London, England
The O'Connell Estate
"Oh sweet Goddess, would you look at that!" Laxmi exclaimed, delicately stroking a golden bead at Tiri's throat. "Do I get a matching one on my birthday?" she joked.
Tiri gave her best friend a light nudge in the side. "Don't think this comes two-in-a-kind, darling. But if you play your cards right I'm sure Grandpa Alex will get you something real posh—like the Holy Grail or something. He loves you more than he loves me, anyways," she teased.
Laxmi rolled her dark eyes, her platinum and diamond nose stud (birthday gift from Grandpa Alex) glinting in the light. "But seriously though, you O'Connells sure know how to gift-give. Too bad you weren't born a boy—I would have shagged my way into the family."
Tiri just shook her head at her friend's antics and turned to her walk in closet. The girl was as good as family-and Laxmi knew it too. She just liked to shock people by saying outlandish things-but Tiri was the toughest to crack because she was wise to Laxmi's ways. "Well, you are of age now, and my father and Uncle Will are still perpetual bachelors—choose your pick."
"Uuugh," her friend scoffed, swinging around to lean against a side of the closet while Tiri dug through it. "Can you imagine? …Although, they are quite fit for their age, aren't they?" she added, and Tiri could hear the grin in her voice. "What with them screwing—I mean, training—with all those celebrity Hollywood trainers. Best start practicing calling me Mummy Laxmi!"
Tiri emerged from the closet, carrying a silken, cream colored frock. Her eyes turned into slits as she eyed her russet-skinned friend. "So it's Father then? I always knew you had a thing for him," she teased. "What do you think of this?" she added, holding up the garment to her form.
Laxmi let out a low whistle. "You'll stun in that outfit. The subtle color goes well with that show-stopping necklace," she input, going into fashion mode. Her mum was a seamstress/clothing designer that worked almost exclusively for the O'Connell family.
Laxmi was half Indian and half Egyptian. While on holiday in Egypt, her Bengali mother had met and fallen in love with her Egyptian father. But Laxmi's father had died when she was very young, and her mother was left to support her daughter on her own. It was in a tiny tailoring shop in Cairo that Tiri's grandfather had discovered Laxmi and her mum, Jhumpa, while he was on an excursion to get his pants and shirts mended. Laxmi's mother Jhumpa had been perplexed by all the tears in his outdoor clothes, which looked as if long fingernails had sliced through them. She made a joke about him getting into a fight with a cat just let out of a well-shaken bag, and he always had a soft-spot for well humored individuals. He invited Jhumpa and her daughter to come back with him and his family to his London estate, where he said he had vast numbers of clothes needing mending and a granddaughter for Laxmi to play with. And so it was that Laxmi and her mother moved into their own apartments on the O'Connell estate, where Jhumpa heroically mended all the tears that the O'Connell's seemed to endlessly generate, and where Laxmi and Tiri became fast friends.
They grew up together and had gone to school together, but Laxmi had gotten in on scholarship—for her mother wouldn't hear of Grandpa Alex paying the vast tuition. So Jhumpa spent her free time drilling Laxmi on her studies, and making her practice, practice, practice at the piano and violin. Tiri was never forced to participate, but she was drawn to the strong mother-daughter bond that Jhumpa and Laxmi had, and would more often than not tag along for the arduous studying so that she could pretend for a time that Jhumpa was her mother too, making her practice, practice, practice.
"Thanks. And don't think I forgot about you," Tiri grinned, rummaging back in her closet. "I found this in a trunk that belonged to Grandma Lin. Grandpa Alex gave me free reign with all her clothes, and I thought this was rather fetching. But looking at it, I think it would be more suited to you. Your complexion will make it hypnotizing."
Tiri held out a cherry red, emerald green, and midnight black Chinese silk Kimono gown.
Laxmi gave a shriek of delight. "You—are the best friend ever."
Tiri stuck out her tongue and tossed the radiant gown to Laxmi. "No, you are."
"No, I do believe you are," Laxmi said, catching the gown and holding it up to her body, doing a twirl with it.
"No, you are!"
"No, you are!"
And so on it went as they got ready for Tiri's eighteenth birthday celebration.
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