Post by Scoleciphobic on Feb 2, 2005 20:53:47 GMT -5
So…this is the second chapter for this story, right? I get a bagillion reviews about how you all like it. So yeah, thanks for reviewing! ^_^
I did get asked if this would be a lemon by someone, and I’ll say this:
I’m not appalled by the idea.
Also, PLEASE DON’T SEND THE EVIL HAMSTERS AFTER ME!!! O.O…<br>
I didn’t want to write out a wedding thing, because I have NO idea about wedding ceremonies (well I do, but too bad) and I’m too lazy. Heh…^__^;;
So…I’ll stop rambling now…<br>
Key:
Blah = thoughts or emphasis
Blah = gods/goddesses speaking/actions {Lotsa slashes!! ^__^}
[Blah] = POV changes
- = Change of Immortal scenery
That’s about it…^_^;;…<br>
Onward!
--
It had been about a month and a half later that you found out. You had been moved into Atemu’s rooms not long before the wedding. Sure, Trypheana hated you once she found out that a common slave was the one keeping her new husband from her.
Every few nights, Atemu would leave your bed, and spend the night with her. You worried for a bit in the beginning that she would try to get revenge on you for ‘stealing’ her husband. Atemu had assured you time and time again that you would always be well protected. Trypheana treated the Egyptian guards like they were just simpletons, whereas you treated them with respect and friendship. They willingly guarded you with their lives each night.
Now, however, fear of Trypheana was far from you mind. You were walking quickly through the darkening hall on your way to Atemu’s rooms. There was a huge smile on your face, created from the news the Royal midwife had given you.
Isis had finally granted your prayers. You were pregnant!
Nothing could express the joy you felt at the knowledge you would bear you beloved Atemu a child—perhaps even a son. As soon as you had found out, you had graciously thanked the midwife, startling the poor woman with your happiness. As you rushed back to your rooms with the news, you hand flew to your stomach.
Sure enough, there was a small bump in your usually slender figure. How could you have not noticed? Even Atemu had wondered if you were sick the days you awoke nauseous. He had been worred and sent you to the Royal physician who, in turn, sent you to the midwife.
Atemu would be so happy!
Suddenly, a rough hand latched itself onto your arm and dragged you into, and down, another hall. You were so surprised; you didn’t bother to struggle as you were shoved into a room. When you looked around you realized you were in your old room and felt your heart freeze.
Trypheana now inhabited your rooms. This was not going to be good. Turning around to leave, you almost ran into the chest of a guard.
Looking up at the man’s face, you saw it was a Greek. That made you feel even worse, because Egyptian guards would intervene if things out of hand.
“Hello, Sagira, dear.”<br>
Tensing and saying a silent prayer to whatever god was listening, you turned around slowly. Trypheana was standing in the archway you knew led to the bathing room. There was a malicious glint in her eye that made you fear for your baby. As if reading your mind, her light blue eyes dropped to the small lump in your clothes. You place a hand in front of your belly protectively.
A cold, evil smirk slowly spread on her face. “You are pregnant.”<br>
You said nothing, tensed to be ready to run away. Even though you probably wouldn’t get past her guards.
“Can’t we speak to each other like civilized—?”<br>
“What do you want?” you asked monotonously.
The cold smile on her face never wavered. “I have a proposition for you,” she said, moving over to a table by her bed. “A bargain, if you wish.”<br>
“I will never do what you tell me to,” you growled.
Her smile grew. “I’m afraid you have no choice.”<br>
“I would rather die for Egypt. You cannot threaten me with my own life,” you replied, temporarily forgetting about the baby.
“I thought you’d say that.” She poured a glass of wine for herself. “That’s why it isn’t your life, but the life of the pharaoh,” she took a sip of the liquid.
You stared. “You wouldn’t—”
“I would. He is of no use to me, except a pleasure in bed.”<br>
“The people would rebel!”<br>
“The people would have no choice,” she sneered.
You looked in her eyes. All you could see was lies and jealously. You smiled grimly.
“You lie. You are really just jealous, although I don’t see why,” you said calmly.
“Why? Why?! Because you are the woman he loves! You are the one who shares his bed! You are the one pregnant with his child!” she shrieked. Then she calmed and smirked. “Which leads to the bargain.”<br>
You stared at her in surprise from her outburst. You wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of a response.
“You have a choice to make. Either you tell Atemu he isn’t the father of that child…or, you give it up.”<br>
“You mean…?”<br>
She nodded, still smirking.
You flinched, before sighing heavily. If you told Atemu the child wasn’t his, he’d be heartbroken. You would rather be tortured than break his heart. Setting your resolve, you glared at her.
“Do your worst! I refuse to hurt him.”<br>
She smirked and nodded again, but said nothing.
Two hard pairs of hands grabbed you. You tried to struggle, but nearly collapsed as a huge fist came in contact with your lower abdomen. A spasm of pain shot through you, as the guard repeated the act.
Several times.
By the time he stopped, you were barely conscious on the floor. Blood was slowly seeping from between your legs, and tears were streaming down your cheeks.
When the bleeding stopped, you were pushed out of the room. You walked slowly back to Atemu’s room. You were weak, tired, and empty. The loss of your child was tearing your heart in half.
“Anubis,” you whispered from outside the door. “Guard my baby safely to Osirius and defend me against the wrath of Isis.”<br>
Taking a deep breath, you entered the rooms. As soon as you were inside, Atemu swept you into his arms and twirled you around. He was smiling, and you were happy to see it. The pain from the loss lessened.
“Why’re you so happy?” you asked after he put you down.
“The midwife came to see me!” he said, still smiling.
Yours faded, and the pain came back in full force. Your eyes glazed over with tears and you looked away.
“What’s wrong?!” he asked, apparently not expecting you to cry.
“She…k-killed it!” you sobbed, sinking to the ground.
“Who?!” he roared, furious.
“Trypheana…”
I did get asked if this would be a lemon by someone, and I’ll say this:
I’m not appalled by the idea.
Also, PLEASE DON’T SEND THE EVIL HAMSTERS AFTER ME!!! O.O…<br>
I didn’t want to write out a wedding thing, because I have NO idea about wedding ceremonies (well I do, but too bad) and I’m too lazy. Heh…^__^;;
So…I’ll stop rambling now…<br>
Key:
Blah = thoughts or emphasis
Blah = gods/goddesses speaking/actions {Lotsa slashes!! ^__^}
[Blah] = POV changes
- = Change of Immortal scenery
That’s about it…^_^;;…<br>
Onward!
--
It had been about a month and a half later that you found out. You had been moved into Atemu’s rooms not long before the wedding. Sure, Trypheana hated you once she found out that a common slave was the one keeping her new husband from her.
Every few nights, Atemu would leave your bed, and spend the night with her. You worried for a bit in the beginning that she would try to get revenge on you for ‘stealing’ her husband. Atemu had assured you time and time again that you would always be well protected. Trypheana treated the Egyptian guards like they were just simpletons, whereas you treated them with respect and friendship. They willingly guarded you with their lives each night.
Now, however, fear of Trypheana was far from you mind. You were walking quickly through the darkening hall on your way to Atemu’s rooms. There was a huge smile on your face, created from the news the Royal midwife had given you.
Isis had finally granted your prayers. You were pregnant!
Nothing could express the joy you felt at the knowledge you would bear you beloved Atemu a child—perhaps even a son. As soon as you had found out, you had graciously thanked the midwife, startling the poor woman with your happiness. As you rushed back to your rooms with the news, you hand flew to your stomach.
Sure enough, there was a small bump in your usually slender figure. How could you have not noticed? Even Atemu had wondered if you were sick the days you awoke nauseous. He had been worred and sent you to the Royal physician who, in turn, sent you to the midwife.
Atemu would be so happy!
Suddenly, a rough hand latched itself onto your arm and dragged you into, and down, another hall. You were so surprised; you didn’t bother to struggle as you were shoved into a room. When you looked around you realized you were in your old room and felt your heart freeze.
Trypheana now inhabited your rooms. This was not going to be good. Turning around to leave, you almost ran into the chest of a guard.
Looking up at the man’s face, you saw it was a Greek. That made you feel even worse, because Egyptian guards would intervene if things out of hand.
“Hello, Sagira, dear.”<br>
Tensing and saying a silent prayer to whatever god was listening, you turned around slowly. Trypheana was standing in the archway you knew led to the bathing room. There was a malicious glint in her eye that made you fear for your baby. As if reading your mind, her light blue eyes dropped to the small lump in your clothes. You place a hand in front of your belly protectively.
A cold, evil smirk slowly spread on her face. “You are pregnant.”<br>
You said nothing, tensed to be ready to run away. Even though you probably wouldn’t get past her guards.
“Can’t we speak to each other like civilized—?”<br>
“What do you want?” you asked monotonously.
The cold smile on her face never wavered. “I have a proposition for you,” she said, moving over to a table by her bed. “A bargain, if you wish.”<br>
“I will never do what you tell me to,” you growled.
Her smile grew. “I’m afraid you have no choice.”<br>
“I would rather die for Egypt. You cannot threaten me with my own life,” you replied, temporarily forgetting about the baby.
“I thought you’d say that.” She poured a glass of wine for herself. “That’s why it isn’t your life, but the life of the pharaoh,” she took a sip of the liquid.
You stared. “You wouldn’t—”
“I would. He is of no use to me, except a pleasure in bed.”<br>
“The people would rebel!”<br>
“The people would have no choice,” she sneered.
You looked in her eyes. All you could see was lies and jealously. You smiled grimly.
“You lie. You are really just jealous, although I don’t see why,” you said calmly.
“Why? Why?! Because you are the woman he loves! You are the one who shares his bed! You are the one pregnant with his child!” she shrieked. Then she calmed and smirked. “Which leads to the bargain.”<br>
You stared at her in surprise from her outburst. You wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of a response.
“You have a choice to make. Either you tell Atemu he isn’t the father of that child…or, you give it up.”<br>
“You mean…?”<br>
She nodded, still smirking.
You flinched, before sighing heavily. If you told Atemu the child wasn’t his, he’d be heartbroken. You would rather be tortured than break his heart. Setting your resolve, you glared at her.
“Do your worst! I refuse to hurt him.”<br>
She smirked and nodded again, but said nothing.
Two hard pairs of hands grabbed you. You tried to struggle, but nearly collapsed as a huge fist came in contact with your lower abdomen. A spasm of pain shot through you, as the guard repeated the act.
Several times.
By the time he stopped, you were barely conscious on the floor. Blood was slowly seeping from between your legs, and tears were streaming down your cheeks.
When the bleeding stopped, you were pushed out of the room. You walked slowly back to Atemu’s room. You were weak, tired, and empty. The loss of your child was tearing your heart in half.
“Anubis,” you whispered from outside the door. “Guard my baby safely to Osirius and defend me against the wrath of Isis.”<br>
Taking a deep breath, you entered the rooms. As soon as you were inside, Atemu swept you into his arms and twirled you around. He was smiling, and you were happy to see it. The pain from the loss lessened.
“Why’re you so happy?” you asked after he put you down.
“The midwife came to see me!” he said, still smiling.
Yours faded, and the pain came back in full force. Your eyes glazed over with tears and you looked away.
“What’s wrong?!” he asked, apparently not expecting you to cry.
“She…k-killed it!” you sobbed, sinking to the ground.
“Who?!” he roared, furious.
“Trypheana…”