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Namesake
Chapter 8
Tiri could feel the pulsing beat of the music emanating from the club all the way from the parking lot. And Manuel had parked the rented van very, very far from the entrance. Grandpa Alex had gotten the nondescript grey van for discretionary purposes, to which Raul Casablancas was thankful, but the younger Casablancas grimaced at the practical vehicle. It cramped his debonair movie star style. Nevertheless, while on this informative experience in Egypt before filming took place, the van was all they had.
They walked up to the entrance. Well, Tiri and Laxmi walked; what Manuel was doing Tiri could only describe as a perfectly executed cool guy saunter. He wore his black designer sunglasses even though it was nighttime.
'Club Chaos,' Tiri read from above the club entranceway, automatically translating the Arabic script into English in her head. There was a caricature image of the Egyptian God of Chaos, Seth, with swirling mists of magic sparking from his fingertips as if he had conjured up the club's name in a bout of mischief. The dark God's painted eyes were brooding and sinister.
"Oh Manuel Casablancas! You actually came!"
Tiri recognized the two girls from the pyramids at Giza. Earlier they had been dressed in khakis and tank tops as if they were tourists, but now they were dressed in what looked to be very authentic (and revealing) bellydancer girl outfits. They wore veils that semi-hid their exotic beauty. 'Ok,' Tiri thought. 'Not tourists. Locals.'
One of the girls was staring at her, as if she was trying to put a name to a face. After a moment her eyes suddenly widened in recognition. "Hey, you're Evelyn Nefertiri O'Connell! The girl Manuel is doing that mummy movie with!"
Tiri blanched. "What? How—um, how did you know that?"
The girl smiled prettily behind her translucent veil and pulled out a dark, gleaming little cellphone from within her top. With a few touches of the screen suddenly she had pulled up a video from YouTube. Tiri watched as the events of her party unfolded before her eyes on the tiny screen, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as full realization hit her. The video already had 547,933 hits, and a full week hadn't even passed yet since her party. The uploader of the video had the usnername 'theoconnellbros'.
Her father and uncle had been the ones to broadcast the video feed.
"You're part Egyptian, aren't you?" the other girl asked Tiri. Tiri nodded in a daze, her thoughts frozen. "That's so cool! There's not too many Egyptian actresses in Hollywood so it's nice to have one to represent us!" she said with an excited giggle. "Can't wait until the movie comes out!"
"Is it really going to be based on your family's adventures here in Egypt?" the first girl asked.
Manuel swooped in, bored with the conversation. He took a girl under each arm. They giggled and cooed in delight. "Ladies! All will be revealed when the movie comes out. Can't leak too many secrets. But I will see what I can do about getting you both tickets to the premier. What were your names again?"
The girls screeched in delight and babbled to him at the same time. He patiently guided them towards the club, the bouncer diligently letting him pass without a fuss. Manuel looked over his shoulder at Tiri and Laxmi, who were still dumbstruck by the odd turn of events. "Are you coming?" he asked with a devastatingly charming smirk on his face. Tiri realized that this was the actor while truly in his element.
Laxmi snapped to first. She laughed and pulled Tiri's arm. "Come on Miss Movie Star! You may not be ready for your debut but it's ready for you!"
Tiri stumbled into the club as Laxmi pulled her along. The beat was loud with the pounding rhythm of dance music. Tiri recognized the song to be a recent American hit translated into Arabic. The place was teeming with gyrating bodies. The scent of sweat and perfume mingled in the sultry environment.
Her fate seemed cemented in now that people recognized her. Whether she liked it or not she was going to do this movie.
'If you can't beat them, join them,' she thought with a heavy sigh, and escaped into the hypnotic thrall of the exotic music.
Laxmi whirled her out onto the dance floor, the shimmering rose-pink beads of Tiri's top jingling against her flesh as she melted into the rhythm.
Hours past it seemed. Sweat was gliding in rivulets down her rocking frame. She slid her back down against her current dance partner. The body was hard and the hands that were gliding along her sides were large and masculine, indicating to her that he was male. She gyrated even harder against the body, not caring in this moment. She was trying her hardest to stay free from her thoughts.
After a time, she felt a prickle on her skin, as if someone was watching her. She opened her heavy lidded eyes and met the dark, fiery depths of Ardeth Bay's gaze. The dark warrior was watching her from across the room in an inky black corner of the club. The planes of his bronze face were tightened in fury. After getting over the shock of seeing the tattooed warrior in the club, Tiri felt her temper rise at the sight of him and his black mood. He had been the one to reject her while in the bathroom the night before. What right did he have to be mad at her?
Even as her dark thoughts crossed her mind, the feel of male hands on her suddenly morphed to the feeling of Ardeth Bay's hands on her from yesterday. Her mind's eye brought her back to that moment and that look that had been in the dark warrior's eyes as he had touched her. His eyes had been furious then too, but in a different way. The dark pools of his eyes had been an ocean of complexities, filled with longing and desire and something so very soft. The softness had been Tiri's downfall. She had been swept up in it and had given in to him without a fight.
She had been blinded. Overwhelmed. But his rejection had sobered her and as her logic had settled back in she had internally berated herself for being so naïve. She realized that the looks he gave her were not something that could be developed instantaneously upon first meeting someone. No, the looks that he gave her were ancient. A life lived a long time ago. Upon further thought she was sure he had to have been secretly in love with her great grandma Evelyn O'Connell.
He had only kissed Tiri because she looked like his unrequited love.
She gave him an icy glare from across the room and slid her own hand along the supple curve of her naked throat. She was flaunting the fact that she wasn't wearing the necklace. A dark satisfaction settled upon her when she saw his jaw clench and his fists ball up in rage.
Suddenly a cup was pushed into her grasp, and the two girls and Manuel were before her. "We know a place much better than this," the girl who had first recognized Tiri said in a playfully conspiratorial voice. She clinked her cup against Tiri's and drank deeply, encouraging Tiri to do the same. "Come with us," the girl said.
Tiri met Ardeth Bay's furious stare as she gulped the burning liquid down. When she finished she turned her back on the Medjai warrior and snagged Laxmi's arm. "All right. Let's go."
They headed out of the club and piled into the van, giggling at their uncoordinated limbs. More drinks were passed around, and in Tiri's blurred state she saw that one of the local girls was driving. It made sense to her fuzzy mind. The girl knew the way to where they were going and she also looked surprisingly alert. 'The girl can hold her alcohol,' Tiri thought in admiration right before her vision completely dimmed.
She woke up still in a fog. Her eyes felt so heavy that she didn't have the energy to lift them yet. Her mouth tasted funny and the acceleration of the vehicle was jostling her body. When she got the effort to open her eyes she was going to have to ask if they could call the partying off and just head home because her head weighed a ton right now and all she wanted to do was sleep it off. She finally opened her eyes to do just that.
She wasn't in the van. She was in some kind of large, armored, off-roading vehicle. The local girls weren't with them either. They had been replaced by four large, unsavory looking men. She bolted upright-which is when she realized that her hands were tied behind her back and her ankles were tied together. Laxmi and Manuel lay sleeping in the seats behind her, also tied up.
She screamed. A heavy hand collided with her cheek.
"There will be none of that now," one of the men said in Arabic. It was the one that had slapped her. "No one will hear you anyway. We are deep in a part of the desert where not many journey to. Superstition keeps most away. It is said that the blood flows in these sands. A cursed place," he said with a sardonic chuckle.
Tiri felt fear grip her insides. She licked her parched lips. "What do you want with us?" she asked hoarsely in Arabic. Her mouth felt as if it were filled with cotton. She needed water badly.
The one closest to her, the one that had slapped her, reached out his rough hand and grazed her stinging cheek. "Ah, so you speak Arabic, do you? You are quite a catch. Banan and Fareeha did well."
Tiri winced as she felt a renewed blossom of pain where he pressed against her cheek. She vaguely recognized the names as those of the local girls that they had been hanging out with at Club Chaos.
It had been a trap. The local girls must have drugged them and lured them to these men...
"Originally Banan and Fareeha were to seduce your famous friend here and bring him to us, but on a hunch they decided to bring you to us as well Evelyn Nefertiri O'Connell. What a good hunch it was too. We looked up your family. You're worth at least four times as much as him," said the man in the front passenger seat.
"What a nice ransom you'll bring in!" the driver boomed out gleefully as he recklessly drove over sand dunes.
The other men joined in with his merriment and laughed along with him. Tiri couldn't make out their features because they wore turbans with hanging black veils over their faces. All she could see were their dark, malevolent eyes.
'We've been kidnapped,' she thought in dread. She wildly looked around the confined space, searching for a way to free them from this mess, but no options were too forthcoming. It was at this time that she realized that her purse was gone. 'They have the necklace and the dagger,' she thought helplessly.
As if reading her thoughts the man that had slapped her pulled her purse out, dangling it by a finger in front of her face. "Looking for this? How about we see what a rich little thing like you carries around with her?"
"No!" Tiri cried out, but it was already too late. With a careless ease the contents of her purse were suddenly emptied out next to her.
The golden dagger and Nefertiri's usekh collar gleamed in the moonlight.
The men gasped. The man that had slapped her laughed in delight and greedily swooped down to retrieve the treasures. He put them in his lap and then held up the dagger first. He looked it over before sliding the cool metal against her throat. "Why, it seems we have all ready been rewarded for our efforts of kidnapping you!"
The men wooped excitedly. The one who had slapped her turned his attention to the necklace. He eyed it greedily and held it up delicately in his free hand, showing it to the other men. He pressed the blade more firmly against the delicate skin of her neck. "Tell me its origins!"
Tiri felt her heart beat race. With a reckless turn her blood could spill. "I don't know," she croaked out, lying. "I think my grandfather got it from a gift shop in Cairo." 'Don't take my great grandmother's necklace,' she thought desperately.
The man scoffed and the pressure of the blade was so very close to slicing through her yielding flesh. "Lies! Tell me its origins!"
All of the sudden Tiri felt something powerful overwhelm her being. The man holding the golden blade gaped at her as her irises suddenly burst into a shimmering splender. Her eyes were a radiant gold that could rival the sun.
"It belongs to Nefertiri; daughter of Isis and reincarnation of the Goddess in human form," a clear, ringing voice spoke from Tiri. The words which came out of her mouth were spoken in ancient Egyptian.
The kidnapper cried out in shock. He jerked away from her, drawing blood in his haste. Tiri felt a sting as a ribbon of blood slid down her neck.
Suddenly the man cried out again, but this time in agony. Tiri could hear the familiar sizzle of human flesh and saw that the necklace that he clutched in his hand had just been activated to burn him in the same way that it had burned Dr. Terence Bey III.
Before she had time to process the powerful energy she channeled, she felt her heart racing even faster if possible. The desert floor was violently shaking.
"A curse!" the man that had slapped her and cut her screamed out, suddenly a believer.
The earth trembled and a powerful sandstorm picked up, whirling around them. Tiri closed her eyes as the wind and sand shattered the glass windows of the car. She felt the forceful wind pulling her and she was rushed through an opening in the vehicle on a forceful gust of sand and air. With her eyes still tightly closed against the harsh grains of sand, she heard bloodcurdling screams and then the fatalistic crunch of metal as the pressure of thousands of tons of sand crushed it down into the earth.
The wind died down, and the desert settled into tranquility again.
"Laxmi!" Tiri screamed out in grief, brushing the sand from her eyes. In her hysteria she didn't even take notice that she had somehow become free of her binds. She stumbled around, searching the sands. "Laxmi! Manuel!"
A feminine groan sounded nearby, and Tiri felt her heart unclench in relief. She hastily ripped off her now useless black high heels, which had just been making her sink into the sand. "Laxmi!"
"Why the bloody hell am I in the middle of the desert? Oh Goddess I must have been more tossed than I thought!"
Tiri laughed, wiping the tears from her eyes. She tackled her best friend in a hug. "Oh Gods I thought you'd died!"
"Why are we in the middle of the desert?" Laxmi again asked bemusedly, hugging her back. "And why would I be dead?"
"We were kidnapped," Tiri said, brushing tears and sand from her face. She winced as she touched her bruised cheek. "We were bound with ropes," she said in amazement, now realizing that they were both magically freed from their binds. "Those girls that Manuel had met, they weren't tourists, they were locals that lure tourists to kidnappers who hold them for ransom."
"WHAT?"
Tiri and Laxmi turned to the direction of the voice. A bedraggled Manuel stumbled over to them. His dark hair was sandy and his dark sunglasses were missing. "We were kidnapped?"
"Yeah," Tiri giggled in disbelief, amazed by the turn of events.
"Well, what happened to our kidnappers? Did they just decide to leave us here to rot?" Manuel asked in a put-off voice, shaking sand from his hair.
Tiri whirled around, checking to see if any of the men had survived since Tiri, Laxmi and Manuel miraculously had. The desert was eerily quiet. Tiri had a feeling that whatever the hell had just happened, it had been to her and her companions benefit. "They're gone. There was a freak sandstorm and it swallowed the car whole. We were the only ones shook loose. It doesn't seem possible, but it happened."
"Oh well that's just great!" Manuel said in a voice strangled with anger. "We survive a kidnapping only to rot in the desert! I HATE Egypt! If I live through this I'm never setting foot on this craphole of a country EVER again!"
Laxmi ignored Manuel and focused on Tiri. "You're bleeding."
Tiri zoned out on Manuel's tirade and finally took notice of the warmth seeping from her neck. It didn't feel serious; just a superficial wound. It just smarted like hell from the sand and grime in it. If anything she was grateful for the cut. It seemed to be what had set off the chain of reactions that saved them. The necklace had protected her even though it hadn't been on...
But that hadn't been the only thing protecting her, had it? She thought back to the ancient, foreign words that had rolled off her tongue. She had channeled something powerful. It made her think back to her dream of the Goddess Isis giving her a cup of water in the desert. Somehow it seemed connected to what was happening now.
She focused back on Laxmi. "I'm all right. It's just a scratch."
Tiri looked out to the dark horizon, taking notice that the desert night was freezing without the power of the sun. Her barely-there top seemed like a huge mistake at this point. She was sure Laxmi felt the same way, because she was as equally underdressed. She tuned back into Manuel's tirade, suddenly understanding what all the fuss was about now that the euphoria of surviving through that scary ordeal was over.
"We have to find shelter," she said calmly, instinct taking over. Manuel finally shut up. "As cold as it is now, it's nothing compared to what's going to happen to us when the sun comes up. We're not dressed for the desert sun." She thought back to the survival skills Ardeth Bay had been discussing with Raul Casablancas. Suddenly she regretted being so cold to him. She sincerely hoped that he had continued to follow them. Though she highly doubted it after the way she had been such an icy bitch towards him. "It's not like sunny California," she said, swallowing her regret and putting it into perspective for Manuel. "If we don't find shelter and water before the desert gets too hot we'll die in a matter of hours."
Manuel started cursing again.
"Oh keep your shirt on," Laxmi said in an annoyed voice to Manuel. "Your whining isn't going to do us any good. You heard Tiri. So let's get a move on."
Laxmi followed suit as Tiri and took off her high heels, leaving them to their sandy demise. Tiri smiled and the best friends linked hands.
"So which way do we go?" Laxmi asked Tiri.
Tiri's smile was wiped off her face at the question. She had no idea. She searched the dark desert horizon.
A glint caught her eye.
"Is that...? No, it couldn't be," Tiri said in disbelief as she dragged Laxmi along and jogged over to what had caught her eye.
It WAS the necklace and the dagger!
She dove down and quickly put the necklace on. Whatever it was that had just happened-it made her a believer.
"That's some necklace," Laxmi said in an impressed voice.
"Yeah, it really is," Tiri said in amusement, the private joke not lost on Laxmi since Tiri had told her what it had done to Dr. Bey III.
Tiri focused her attention on the dagger. It was lying serenely in the sand, its golden blade sharp and true. She stared off into the direction that the golden blade pointed towards... "We're going this way," she said on a leap off faith, pointing in the same direction as the dagger. She scooped it up and put it in the waist band of her jeans.
Her two companions wordlessly followed her direction, and they started their trek from the depths of the Sahara desert.
Hours passed. Dawn was approaching. The edge of the inky black sky was turning to blood red and burnt orange and a salmon pink. Tiri and her companions eyes were all heavy with lack of sleep. They had all ready been thirsty from the very beginning because of whatever the local girls had drugged them with; now they were positively famished with thirst. As Tiri watched the sky change, she was starting to doubt her decision on direction. There was a vast amount of sand and nothingness. No shelter; and with the approaching sun Tiri and Laxmi's scantily clad bodies would burn. The realization of what was to become of them was harsh.
Her dragging feet suddenly tripped over something hard under the thick layer of sand. She braced herself as she fell, landing into the forgiving sand. Hastily, she wiped the sand away from the hard object, curious to see what lay beneath. It was stone. Perfectly carved stone with ancient Egyptian heiroglyphics on it! She dusted more sand away, finding that it was much larger than she had originally thought it to be. Her hand brushed something that pushed inwards and suddenly the stone was awakening from its dormant phase and was slowly rising. Tiri, Laxmi and Manuel quickly jumped off of it before it rose too high.
"What's happening?" Manuel asked in a panic.
The sun broke over the horizon as the enormous stone edifice emerged before them.
The ancient city rose higher and higher, its daunting shadow blanketing them as they backed away.
Tiri had accidentally risen Hamunaptra, City of the Dead.
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